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Authors: Stephanie Brother
HUGE X3: A MFMM Menage Stepbrother Romance (18 page)
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He’s a good cop, but a very BAD BOY.
When gorgeous Officer Carlisle pulled me
over for speeding, I told him how sorry I was.
That didn’t stop him from telling me to step out of the car and making
me spread my legs so he could check for offensive weapons.
I wanted to ask him if a hungry kitty
constituted an offensive weapon, because damn, mine just wanted to eat him all
up!
Those eyes should have been enough to
get him arrested, forget those cheekbones and delicious full lips that stayed
serious, even when I was sassing him.
And his hands.
When he ran those rough palms against the
inside of my thighs, I actually moaned.
Then he pulled out his handcuffs and
showed me just how well he could wield his night stick.
Okay, that last bit only happened in my
fantasies later that night, and pretty much every night since Officer Carlisle
told me what a bad girl I was.
I thought
I was never going to see him again, then Mom tells me she’s getting engaged to
her boyfriend and you guessed it, Officer Carlisle just happens to be my sexy
new stepbrother!
That should make me think twice about
being a naughty girl, shouldn’t it?
Except, now my past is coming back to haunt me and Officer Carlisle
might just be the only man who can turn this bad girl good.
Officer Carlisle knows exactly how to
use his equipment. Read on if you like your cops a whole lot dirty in the
bedroom!
READER
NOTICE – ARRESTED contains fantasy and role-play scenes involving restraints.
All scenes are consensual but may be a trigger for some.
1
ALLYSON
Sex is
dangerous.
At
least, that’s my experience.
It
shouldn’t hurt, but it does. And worst of all, it has the ability to totally
fuck up your life.
Panic
rushes through me as I press my foot harder on the accelerator, racing through
the streets and taking another corner at high speed.
It’s just after 1am and this late at night,
the roads are deserted. There are no street lights in this part of town and my
headlights illuminate only a foot of the world in front of me.
I’m
driving dangerously, recklessly.
A
fleeting thought that someone or something will dash out onto the road makes me
ease up on the pedal as I take the next bend. I know it’s foolish to take risks
like this but my heart is racing so hard. Drew’s words run through my mind
again and the memory of his threats make my stomach clench. I feel like I have
nothing to lose because if he does what he says he’s going to do, then he’ll
destroy everything that matters to me.
The
steering wheel slips slightly in my grasp and I rub my hands on the skirt of
the short black dress I'm wearing. I grip the wheel again so I can pull out of
the bend in the road, forcing my car to surge faster. I can't seem to put
enough distance between me and the party.
I knew
that Drew wasn’t going to take the news well. He’s always had a bad temper and
a fragile ego which is a terrible combination, but things couldn't have gone
worse. I thought he was unhappy too and I hoped he might listen to reason.
I
hoped that he’d let me go without a fight.
I was
so, so wrong.
I
clench the steering wheel tighter, foot almost at the floor when the interior
of my car suddenly turns red and blue. I check my rear view mirror quickly and
groan at the sight of the police car behind me.
Fuck.
On top
of everything, I don’t need to be losing my license. My already racing heart
beats so impossibly fast that I feel the pulsing in my throat and the tips of
my fingers.
How
much over the speed limit was I going? I have no idea.
I
carefully pull over to the side of the road, putting the car in park with my
hands on the steering wheel. It’s what I’m supposed to do. I’ve seen enough cop
movies to know that. It’s also the only way I can keep my hands from trembling.
Adrenaline’s
a bitch.
I try
to concentrate on my breathing as I wait for the officer to approach. I've
never been pulled over for speeding before and I have no idea what I'm going to
say to defend myself. Maybe my clean record will go in my favor? I should tell
the officer that if it looks like he might come down hard on me. I know there’s
no defense when you're guilty, just excuses or bravado. If nothing else,
tonight has already taught me that I’m not the best at pleading my case.
The
police car stops about a foot away from my car and I watch through the rear
view mirror as the cop gets out of his cruiser. He’s tall and younger than I
was expecting, walking with a swagger that immediately gets my back up. Does he
think I’m okay with waiting out here in the dark while he ambles around like he
has all the time in the world? When he’s about halfway to my car I roll down
the window and plaster a smile on my face. I might have no chance at getting
out of this but I’d be stupid not to try.
"License
and registration, Miss," the officer says in a voice that so deep and
smooth I’m momentarily taken aback.
He
bends to look in the window and my breath escapes in a whoosh. This cop is hot.
I should be fearful but when attraction hits, somehow all my sense seems to fly
out of the window. Damn, he’s broad. He should look dowdy in his regulation
uniform, but it just seems to show everything off.
His eyes bore into me with a look of boredom.
He must get so tired of doing routine road
stops. I bet he does so many he can repeat his warnings in his sleep. I think I
must be imagining a slight change in his attitude when his gaze falls on my
legs. Short already, the hem of my dress is high up my thighs from sitting for
so long. I instinctively move to push it down.
"Of
course, Officer," I say, trying to cover the embarrassing pause between
us, fumbling in my purse for my license, and the glove compartment to retrieve
the car registration. I hand them over and peer at him through my lashes.
He
glances at my license then looks at me. "Do you know how fast you were
going, Allyson?"
Shit.
I have no idea. My only thought was getting away from the party. Away from
him
. My eyes had been on the road, not
on the speedometer.
"Too
fast?" I say quietly. He frowns.
"Step
out of the car."
Blood
pounds in my head and rushes in my ears. This is going badly. "Is that
really necessary?" I ask, hoping he’ll let me off the hook. There is a
chill in the night air and I’m not wearing suitable clothes for standing around
by the side of the road.
"Out
of the car." There is no hesitation in his voice. No waver to give me an
indication it’s worth pleading any further.
Fear,
panic, and denial race through me because life really knows how to kick a
person when they are down. I clench my hands on the steering wheel, inhaling
deeply. The officer clears his throat impatiently and that’s enough to get me
angry. I’ve had enough of men trying to tell me what to do. I refuse to be
scared by this pompous lawman. I may have lost control in a lot of aspects of
my life but I can have control here. I don't have to let what happened at the
party influence what happens next. This stop for speeding doesn't have to
result in a ticket or a suspension if I give it all I’ve got.
I turn
to take a better look at the officer who has now crossed his arms. He’s getting
mad because I’m keeping him waiting but the fury only seems to make him look
hotter. He’s still holding my license in his big hand and for a fleeting
moment, I wonder how his touch might feel against my skin. Stupid girl,
thinking about sex when everything around me is turning to shit. It’s sex that
has gotten me into this mess.
Maybe
some harmless flirting will get me out of it, though.
"Of
course, Officer?"
"Carlisle."
He's
still standing in front of the door and I frown. "I can't open the door
with you right there," I say. "I don't want to knock you over. My
dress will do that I'm sure." I flash him a smile to round off my pathetic
attempt at flirting.
His
lips twitch but his expression remains impassive. He moves slightly to the
right so I can swing the door open safely and I notice, with some small glimmer
of hope, that he hasn’t reached for his notepad or ticket book.
I
swing my legs out in slow motion taking a deep breath. If I'm going to do this,
I had better make it good. Either he'll book me or let me off without a ticket.
My
high heels tap the pavement and then I unfold myself out of the car like I'm
arriving at a red carpet event. I push my chest out and stand up straight.
Though I'm wearing heels, Officer Carlisle is still, at least, five inches
taller than me. He peers down at the swell of my breasts and I silently thank
Rachel for telling me to buy this dress.
"Officer
Carlisle, how fast was I going?"
"Thirty
miles over the speed limit, Miss."
My
smile falters for a second. Thirty miles over. Was I going that fast? I
swallow, trying to recover my cool, and lean closer. "Allyson, please. I
like it when you call me Allyson."
I run
my hand down his arm. His skin is hot and his muscles flex under my touch. I
gaze up into his face and it's still like stone, but his eyes seem to twinkle.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous. Rugged looking with something so cold about him that it
makes me want to warm him right up.
I look
down at where his gun and cuffs are stored at his waist and feel a rush of heat
between my legs. My hand wants to reach out and touch that cool metal. I know
what those handcuffs would feel like wrapped around the tender flesh and bone
of my wrists. I shake my head and blink again at my own stupidity.
Is
this all it takes to make me forget my resolve?
Men
are trouble, whichever way you look at it, but here I am thinking about what
Officer Carlisle would look like if his lips curled into a smile. I want to
make his eyes twinkle again.
"Very
well, Allyson, have you been drinking tonight?" He seems to lean in
closer, maybe to see if he can smell alcohol on my breath.
"Of
course not." I stop myself from shaking my head. Too much denial will only
increase his suspicions and except for that one drink when I first arrived at
the party, everything else I'd had was soft. If I tell him about that drink,
though, he might make me take a Breathalyzer, or walk a straight line. What if
he takes me into the station anyway? Panic threatens to grip me again and I
suddenly wish someone would drive by. Any kind of distraction would be good
right now. I shove the panic down and take another deep breath, put my hand on
my hip and smile at him.
"Really?
Nothing." He definitely doesn’t believe me.
"Technically
not nothing. I had water at the party."
"I
see. Very sensible. You were at a party? By yourself?"
"My
friends were there. I had to leave."
No
point telling him why I left just when the party was in full swing. I suspect
he doesn't care why I was speeding and no amount of excuses would help me. If I
can't even get him to smile with my flirting, I see an expensive ticket in my
future. A ticket I can’t afford right now.
"I'm
going to have to ask you to face the car and put your hands on the hood, legs
slightly apart."
His
voice is so calm but there’s a rough edge that makes his instruction sound more
exciting that it should. I’ve often wondered if other women think about sex as
much as I do. Ordinary situations shouldn’t play out in my mind like porn, but
they do. Often.
I’m
all in with the flirting now. It feels like my only hope. "Sounds
exciting, Officer. What are you looking for exactly?"
"Offensive
weapons."
I
almost laugh out loud. My dress is skin tight so it’s quite obvious I’m not
concealing anything. The only weapon I have is the hungry kitty between my legs
that wants to eat him all up. Positive I will be taken to the station for
confessing something like that, I keep my mouth shut and assume the position.
The anticipation of that first touch sends a tingle of awareness through me.
I'm trembling now but not from fear or panic, but all out raging lust. The cool
night air licks the inside of my thighs.
"You
really think a harmless girl like me would have a weapon, Officer
Carlisle?"
"We
can never be too careful, Allyson."
I love
the way he says my name, low and smooth with a little edge of huskiness. I
glance over my shoulder to smile at him. His lips twitch again with the hint of
amusement but it never fully emerges. I resist the urge to shake my ass in his
face when he bends down to start with my ankles.
Strong,
rough palms touch the bare skin just above my shoes and slide up slowly.
Tantalizingly slowly. He moves higher, taking his time over my calves. Then
higher, his hands disappearing under my skirt to feel my thighs. I can’t help
it. I let out a low moan and then bite my lip, hoping he hasn’t heard me. He
pauses for a split second then continues his weapons check, otherwise known as
the hottest foreplay I have ever experienced.
This
is totally not necessary, in any shape or form. Who carries weapons under their
skin? Officer Carlisle is having some fun at my expense, and I guess I’m having
some fun at his.
He
withdraws his hands and stands up, placing them on my hips. I find myself
drifting back slightly as though he were magnetized. He whisks his hands up my
sides, barely missing my breasts. Disappointment races through me, as my body
comes alive with the anticipation of how much further this could go. The heat
from his body seems to radiate into me. He's close, closer than he probably
should be for a routine traffic stop that is feeling anything but. I’m pretty
sure he wouldn’t be doing this if I was a fifty-year-old dude.
If I
leaned back a fraction, then I'd make contact with his broad chest. I could
rest there, close my eyes and forget my troubles.
As if
he knows what I’m thinking he steps back and cool air rushes between us. I
shiver.
"You
can turn around now," he says gruffly. It’s the only indication that
what’s happening between us might be getting to him too.
I turn
slowly like I'm dancing just for him. I flash him a smile and stand straighter.
Part of me doesn’t want him to know how much he’s affecting me, and the other
half knows I need to use my assets as much as I can. When I push my boobs out
even more, Officer Carlisle’s gaze flicks to my breasts and I smile with
satisfaction. Just that little look feels like a victory.
