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My gut churned and I had to stick my head between my knees. I was being a pussy but I was also having a moment with myself. Not a good one. Stormy knew more than me about what was going on in the club. I’d been infiltrating it for three years and she knew a lot more than me.

“Why do you think they’re hiding it?”

I sat up. “They know there’s a rat.”

She looked over at me and the fear on her face told me it all. “They know you’re a rat.”

I picked up my phone and dialed my handler again. When it went to voicemail I went out onto the porch so Stormy didn’t have to hear what I was saying. “You piece of shit. You call me back tonight or I’m out. They know I’m a fucking cop. I’m giving you an hour before I get on my bike and I pull up in front of the precinct.”

Stormy was standing in the doorway, biting at her fingernails. “I don’t like this. You can’t go back, Patrick. Let’s just go to the police now.”

I tugged her back inside and then closed the door and locked it. “I’m giving him an hour. It’s not like my career hasn’t already gone to shit, but just in case I ever have a chance at working again I’d like to wait.”

“I have over six million dollars stored away, Patrick. You don’t need to worry about working. You need to worry about saving your life.”

I held my hands up. “I need a fucking minute, Stormy.”

She frowned at me but backed away. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Take your time thinking.”

The notebook was on top of her coffee table, taunting me. I’d spent three years wasting my time and I had shit to show for it. I got to beat the shit out of people for Bear and I saw some low grade weapons being traded but I had nothing that could put anyone away for very long, nothing the DA would be interested in.

Stormy and I were guessing that Bear knew I was a cop but it was the only thing that made sense. She had a whole book of evidence that proved they were hiding another side of the club for me. I shook my head. Why keep me around if they knew about me?

An idea formed in my head and I nearly threw up. Could I have really been that stupid? If Bear knew the cops were onto him then he knew he was in deep shit. If he killed me then there’d be hell to pay for killing a cop. If I stuck around, though, I could’ve brought the club down by feeding information to the cops. Unless the information I was feeding to the cops was useless.

“Fucking shit.” They’d known all along. They’d been feeding me information that showed the club was doing illegal things, but no more illegal than any other Tom, Dick, or Harry on the street. It wasn’t any surprise that my handler wasn’t getting back to me. They thought the case was cold.

I slammed my fist down on Stormy’s coffee table and stood up. I’d been played by the club and then left out to fucking dry by the cops. I had to get out. I couldn’t do it Stormy’s way, though. I couldn’t run. I had to turn the book into my boss and keep Stormy out of it.

I made my way to the bathroom and knocked. “Stormy?”

She didn’t respond so I pushed the door open. She was standing in the shower, under the spray of water. My mouth watered and I decided the book could wait an hour or two.

“Stormy.”

She turned to me and wiped water from her eyes. “What are you doing, Patrick?”

I opened the shower door and reached for her. My hand connected with her smooth arm and I pulled her to me. “I’m finishing what we started.”

Her hands rested on my chest and she blinked up at me. “Are you sure?”

I was surprised by the question. Did she think I didn’t want her? I slid my hands down her back and cupped her ass in my hands before hefting her up against me. “I’ve been sure since the first day I saw you.”

She wiggled against me and then smiled. “The first day you saw me, you scowled at me and slapped some other girl’s ass in front of me.”

I turned us around and sat her down on the counter so I could look at her. Her tits were perfect. I cupped them in my hands and groaned when they fit perfectly. Her nipples were hard against my palm and I pulled back to look at them. Small and pink, they were enough to knock a man to his knees.

I ran my hands down her slim waist and then across her hips. I wanted to see everything so I pushed her knees apart and knelt in front of her. Her pussy was pink and shiny with her own wetness. I could see her clit and I couldn’t help but lean forward and take it into my mouth.

Stormy moaned loudly and pushed her hips against me.

She tasted almost sweet on my tongue and it took everything in me to pull back. “I had to scowl. Bear wouldn’t have liked it if my tongue had rolled out of my mouth and I dropped to my knees to beg you to fuck me right then and there. You had on this innocent little dress and all I could think about was ripping it off of you.”

She grabbed my hair and tried to pull me up but I stayed where I was. I wanted more of her. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and pulled her forward. At the new angle I could slide my tongue into her and fuck her that way.

Her voice cracked when she cried out my name and her body tightened. I replaced my tongue with my fingers and then went back to her clit to torture her more. I’d always loved going down on a woman but Stormy was so fucking responsive. I could tell she was already close to coming again and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

One more flick of my tongue and she dug her nails into my scalp and screamed my name. Thank fuck there weren’t any neighbors close by.

When her body stopped shaking I gave her one more lick and then stood up. “You have the best pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of eating.”

Her cheeks turned pink and she grabbed my shirt. “I know you’re not a biker but you have the vocabulary of one.”

I grinned at her. “There was a reason they picked me for the part. I was raised by a sailor. A drunk sailor. I never was great at speaking politely.”

“I never liked it when anyone else talked that way but when you do it I can feel it straight to my core. I couldn’t say anything earlier but I can’t believe you remember what I was wearing that long ago.”

“I’d have to have been an idiot to not take note of it.”

She edged her way off the counter and then pushed my shirt off. “Have you always wanted to do this?”

I sucked in a sharp breath when she unzipped my pants. “Yes. It hasn’t been easy to keep my hands off of you.”

“I thought about you every night after I came inside. I’d leave the door unlocked and my bedroom door open while I touched myself. I kept hoping that one day you’d come inside and find me.”

My dick was going to explode if she kept talking. She was such a sweet girl. Hearing her say dirty things had my balls tightening. I watched as her small hands pushed my pants down, with my briefs, and then gripped my dick. I jerked and had to lean over and hold myself up on the countertop.

“I never wore panties at night when we sat outside. I touched you constantly. I even brushed against this beautiful dick a few times. You never did anything about it. I was starting to worry that you found me repulsive.”

I tried to answer but her fist was pumping my dick with a tight grip. Then she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out before taking it deep. I grunted and tried to keep still when all my body wanted to do was fuck her mouth.

She proceeded to give me the best blow job I’d ever gotten and only stopped the powerful suction when I grabbed her head and pulled her off. When she stood up, still licking her lips, I nearly blew my load right then.

“So, you don’t find me repulsive then?”

I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her. “Fuck no. Never.”

She grinned at me before pulling herself onto the counter again. This time she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me close. “Then show me how bad you’ve wanted this.”

I reached down and grabbed a condom. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment.”

She gripped the base of my dick and lined it up with her core. “Then fuck me.”

I pushed into her in one deep stroke and groaned at how tight she was around me. “Jesus.”

Stormy’s mouth fell open and I felt a surge of adrenaline hit me. Seeing her spread out for me and knowing she was enjoying it just as much as I was sent even more blood rushing to my dick. I pulled out of her and rubbed the head against her clit. When she moaned and begged for more I thrusted back into her.

“Don’t stop!”

I grabbed her hips and lifted her off the counter. I kept her in my arms as I fucked her, picking her up and then letting gravity slam her down on my dick until she was screaming my name over and over again.

I stared down at her and watched as her skin grew red and her tits bounced. I wanted to mark her as my own just in case I never got to experience her again. I wanted to tattoo my name across her chest so no other man could ever love her like I was.

She clenched around me and it felt like she was trying to suck the come right out of my balls. Her head fell back and she dug her nails into my back as she starting coming. I clenched my teeth and kept fucking her. I didn’t want it to end.

I closed my eyes and swore because I could still see her riding me. She clenched even tighter around me and cried out my name once more and I couldn’t hold back. My entire body tightened as I came.

My knees gave out and we ended up on the floor, her on top of me. I stared up at her and groaned as she flexed around my still hard dick. I hated to tell the guy that he was done for the moment. Stormy’s eyes were already half-closed. I slid out of her and smiled when she moaned.

“I think I love you.” Her whispered words were an iron fist to my temple. She’d barely said them before she dozed off with her head on my chest.

My head throbbed but my chest ached right along with it. I already knew the truth. I was the son of a bastard and a woman who only ever loved bastards. I’d never believed in love but somewhere along the way, while sitting next to Stormy on her front porch, I’d fallen in love with her, too.

I swallowed a lump that formed in my throat because I was about to do something that could make her never trust me again. I had to do something, though. I couldn’t let her put herself out there as a snitch.

I stood up and carried Stormy to her bedroom. After moving the duffle bag full of money to the floor I tucked her into bed.

She smiled up at me when the movement woke her up. “Get in bed.”

I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I have to go check around outside. I do it every night and I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t.”

Her small hand caressed my cheek before she curled up on her side and fell back asleep. I watched her for a second before turning to go. I grabbed the notebook off the coffee table and locked the door from the inside before closing it and heading down to my bike.

I threw on my leather and tucked the notebook into my pocket. I walked the bike down to the bottom of her driveway so she wouldn’t hear it. Once I was pretty far away I started it and took off towards the city.

I needed to keep her off the club’s radar. If they thought I was the snitch they wouldn’t be that surprised. Sure, they’d think someone in the club helped me but they wouldn’t be able to find out who. If they found out that Stormy did it one of the guys could decide that following Bear’s orders to keep her safe and alive wasn’t worth it. I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

I sped towards the police station and slid to a stop at the front steps. I was about to walk in and hand over evidence that I hadn’t gathered and lie about where I’d gotten it. It wasn’t going to go well for my career but after the station had left me stranded in a dead end undercover assignment I doubted they’d planned on my career going anywhere, anyway.

The anger I felt at knowing I’d been abandoned somewhere I could’ve been killed fueled me. I ran up the stairs, into the older building, and stormed my way through the rows and rows of cubicles. My boss’s office was encased in glass so he got a clear view of me charging at him.

I saw his eyes widen and took a sick pleasure in the realization that I scared him. I slammed his door open and then planted both hands on his desk so I could lean forward and scream in his face. “Remember me? The asshole you left out to dry with the Phantoms?”

He stood up and moved around the desk quickly to close the door. “What in the hell are you doing here?!”

I threw the book at him. “There’s your fucking evidence. Meetings, business deals, everything you need to know. Don’t ask me how I got it.”

“That case is closed. We just couldn’t get you out yet. We didn’t want them to know you were a cop or have any suspicion.”

I was going to lose my mind. “They’ve known all along!  What the hell do you mean, the case is closed? How long has it been closed?”

He sat back down behind his desk and held his hands up in front of him. “Now, O’Conner. Calm down. We closed it a year ago. Look, I know you’re going to be pissed, but it was important that we not make a wave. If we needed to go back in later we didn’t want them to know that they’d already been infiltrated.”

“Is this how you fucking treat your people, you asshole? You could’ve gotten me killed!  If they weren’t smarter than all of us I would be dead!  Instead they’ve been using me to keep sending boring information back here while keeping their real operations hidden.”