Smolder: Trojans MC (51 page)

Chapter Four

“But I need to go back now,” Falcon said staring at Grace. He ordered himself to look into her green eyes and not let his mind, or his eyes, wander any lower.

Grace put both of her hands on the table and leaned closer to Falcon. “I need incriminating information,” she said slowly. “Real names, real places, and real numbers. Nothing vague and nothing in code, you only get your freedom if I make some big arrests. And if you think you can betray me, if you think you can double cross me, I will not hesitate to put two in the back of your skull.”

He couldn’t help but notice the way her breasts rose and fell as she spoke; they heaved when she became animated and Falcon had to resist the urge to reach out and touch her. Not that he could, he was still cuffed to the table.

“How about you give the first show of faith?” he asked raising his shackled hands as high as he could. Grace looked at him for a solid minute, she looked at him up and down as she decided something and then finally she pulled the key off her belt and un-cuffed his hands and then the shackles on his feet. Falcon rubbed his wrists and flexed his ankle. They had been weighing him down and he felt freer without them.

“I want to know what deals you have coming up and who they’re with. You’ll need to match names to the voices, so we’ll set up some lines of communication that won’t get you caught.” She was deep in thought, her green eyes staring at the ceiling as she mentally began to tally up the many Screaming Eagles she would arrest.

“Look, the only big deal we had going was the one you busted up. That was a lot of quality MDMA we were moving. It was a high percentage and good stuff. But I don’t know where it was going. Our orders were to take it down to the shipping yards and leave the goods in an empty container.”

“Which container?” Grace asked.

“Don’t know. The lead driver would normally send a text when he arrived and then the boss would respond with the shipping container number.”

“It changed every time. That’s smart,” she said with an almost respectful nod.

“Well, that was months of work and you ruined it. I don’t know what else they have planned or what they’re going to do.” That was only partially true. Falcon knew of an apartment where a lot of the MDMA and other goods were stored. But he wasn’t ready to give anything to Grace yet. She hadn’t earned it and he still didn’t trust her.

“Fine. Then let me tell you how this is going to work. You work for me; I am the boss and I am in charge. I don’t care what you think or what your opinions are, you will do what I say. My captain and I will be the only people who know you’re working for us. No one else will know, so don’t go getting arrested because I cannot get you out. I’m not giving you any money, weapons, or transportation. We’ll drive you back to your bike in the woods and that’s it. You will always be in contact with me and you will not ignore me. If I contact you, you will respond within the hour and I don’t care what you’re doing or what time it is. You answer to me, and don’t forget it.”

Falcon resisted a smile as he looked at her reflection in the mirror. He had heard the term tough as nails before, but didn't understand it until now. But this girl was tough as nails. She was nothing like the women he was used to. There were always groupies hanging around the club and Falcon had never longed for company. But something about those barflies left him feeling cold and it had been a long time since he’d been with a real woman.

He wanted a tough woman, a strong woman, someone who could be a match for him. All the groupies at the club were sad and desperate. Most of them were addicted to something and they didn’t want a man; they wanted a drug connection. They were flighty and not very smart. The club members walked all over the groupies and treated them like second-class citizens. They used them, hit them, cheated on them and the girls always came crawling back for more. But it was really the drugs; it was the meth and coke they came back for; the men were just how they got it.

But Detective Grace Santiago would never put up with that. She would never come crawling on her hands and knees to any man, unless she was the one who wanted to do it. Falcon could easily imagine what kissing her would be like. It would be rough and fierce and filled with passion. He could see his hands all over her body, his fingers digging into her tanned skin, his hands wrapped up in her hair. She was a challenge and one he wanted to test.

“So what’s your deal?” Falcon asked. “How long have you been a cop?”

“Why?” Grace demanded.

“If I’m putting my life in someone’s hands I need to make sure it’s not some green kid fresh out of the academy.”

“I’ve been on the force for eight years. I made Detective after two. Before this I fought gangs in Chicago and this police department brought me here specifically to take out the biker gangs. Trust me, Falcon; I know what I’m doing.

I’ll bet,
Falcon thought, and he opened his mouth to say it and then thought better of it.

“So what’s the deal,” he asked, nodding towards her hand. “No ring. What’s wrong, you can’t find a man?”

“Please,” Santiago said, rolling her eyes. “I can have any man I want. But I don’t have time for dating or being somebody’s mommy and I have no time for little boys like you who think breaking the law is some kind of game.”

“It’s not a game,” Falcon said, suddenly serious. “No one ever said it would be a game. Being a biker is life or death. You’ll live fast and you’ll die young and you know it when you sign up. Bikers don’t retire; they die.”

She nodded at him, taken back by his sudden sincerity. “It’s not a game for me either. So stop asking me what I do when I’m not busting biker skulls. You and I are not friends; we are people with similar goals.”

She handed him a pen and Falcon looked at it for a moment and then reread the document one more time. But it was written in plain spoken English and made sense and with a deep breath he signed it.

“I know this isn’t easy, but you’re doing the right thing. Those loyalty oaths they make you take, it’s a form of control. They’re using you.”

“And what about your oaths?” Falcon asked.

She nodded and said, “If this forced ever asked me to do something that would harm the innocent I would hand in my gun and badge and walk away. I took the oath because it’s about protecting and serving and that’s what I want to do. Once the job isn’t that anymore, then the oath doesn’t matter and I walk away. I control it; it does not control me.”

He wanted her. He couldn't help it. Falcon knew it was crazy and wrong and would never happen, but holy God did he want her right then and there. She was tough and smart and knew how to ride a motorcycle. She was just the kind of woman he had been looking for. When she spoke her voice was infused with confidence and passion and he knew that passion would carry over into the rest of her life. This was not a girl who did anything half-assed. Hell, this wasn't a girl; this was a woman. A red blooded American woman standing just a few inches from him, he could have reached out and grabbed her if he wasn’t sure she would throw him into prison if he tried.

Falcon hated cops. He always had. They were cheaters and liars and thieves, more corrupt than the people they arrested. But he had never met a cop like Grace Santiago. He looked at her, taking in her long legs, her sharply defined waist, her hourglass figure, and then her breasts, pert and firm underneath her grey dress shirt. They were pressing against the small white buttons, straining the fabric like they were trying to escape. He decided, right then and there, that he was going to have Grace Santiago. He wanted her and he was getting the feeling she wanted him. He could smell the subtle perfume she was wearing and he was imagining what she would taste like and what her hair would look like in the morning. He didn’t care that she was a cop; he was going to have Grace Santiago.

Chapter Five

Falcon stood up and Grace watched him carefully as he did. He had been sitting handcuffed to that table four hours and it felt good to stand up and stretch. It also felt good to stand eye to eye with Grace. She was almost as tall as he was, but not quite and when he walked over to her he found himself looking down into her green eyes.

She didn’t move as he approached her, but she did freeze. Her body tensed, but not like a deer in headlights, more like a lioness readying for a fight. She set her shoulders back and lifted her chin, she looked him in the eye unabashed and unafraid of giant biker she had captured and put into this tiny little room. Falcon noticed she didn’t have her gun on her. He looked at her and then glanced over to the mirror where he could see both of their reflections.

“Who’s back there?”

“The entire police force,” she countered.

“I don’t believe you.” His voice was low and smooth as he turned to face the detective again. She was wearing a long sleeve, grey dress shirt and black pants and he wanted to rip her clothes off of her. He wanted to shred the offending garments in his hands so he could look at every part of her lithe and firm body.

“Why do you want to know if anyone’s back there?”

“Because I’m planning on kissing you and grabbing your ass, but I would prefer if I didn’t get jumped by a dozen cops because I made a pass.”

“I don’t need anyone to protect me,” she said. “I can defend myself.”

He was standing dangerously close to her; he could feel her breath on his neck when he spoke. The gentle floral smell of her perfume was intoxicating. He couldn’t take it anymore. With one hand he reached down and firmly squeezed her ass as he moved in for a kiss.

She was startled and taken aback, but she didn’t fight him. He kissed her deeply, burying his other hand in the loose hair of her head as pulled her closer to him. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and he felt his erection grow as her tongue met and mingled with his. He squeezed her ass again and pulled her body so it was flush against his. Her hand came up and wrapped around his neck and she began to kiss him fiercely, sliding her tongue against his and biting on his lower lip.

She pulled away from him and gasped for breath, but Falcon wanted more. He pulled her to him again, this time his hand moved up and he took her breast and cupped in roughly in his hand and she moaned into him and pushed herself harder against him. They were kissing and struggling with and against each other as they fought for control, clutching and grabbing at the other’s neck and arms and back. 

He pushed her back step by step until she was pushed against the interrogation table. He lifted her up easily and sat her down on the table, positioning himself between her legs. His hand was still wrapped in her hair he moved her head to the side and began nibble and kiss and lick her neck as she squeezed him with her legs and whispered the word yes. Her hands were grabbing his ass, squeezing him hard every time he licked the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck

“Unbutton your shirt,” he whispered in her ear as he continued to ravage her neck. He could feel her fingers as they undid the top few buttons and then the shirt was pulled over her head and tossed onto the floor. She had a simple white bra on and Falcon couldn’t help but lean down and bite and suck at her nipple through the fabric.

He heard Grace gasp and she ran her fingers through his hair and then she reached down and tugged on the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it off of him and over his head and throwing it to the side. He came up and kissed her deeply again, as her hand wrapped around his neck and she pulled him close. And then her hand was moving down and she was massaging the bulge in front of his pants.

Falcon had to stop as the sensation of her hand on his cock made him shudder with pleasure. Her hands were running up and down his bulge, taking their time as she focused on the head of his penis. But there was too much fabric in the way and it was infuriating. She continued to move her hand as she kicked off her shoes and Falcon slipped out of his boots and his hands were on his belt buckle and his pants were around his ankle in seconds. His erection was pushing forward, stretching the material of his boxer shorts. He wanted her and he had to have her.

“Take your bra off,” he ordered in a tense whisper and she stared at him as she complied.

Looking him right in the eye she reached around her back and undid the snaps, slowing letting the bra slide down off her shoulders and then onto the floor. Her lithe and strong body was exposed to him and it was just as beautiful as he imagined.

“Lie down,” he said.

“No,” she countered and then to his surprise she stood up off the table. Falcon’s heart started to race was she really going to end this now when he was so close? “You lie down on the table,” she said with a wicked grin as her hands pulled the waistband of his boxers down and off him.

Falcon stood and watched as Grace undid the button on her pants and then slid them down past her knees exposing the black thong she was wearing underneath. She slipped it off next as Falcon looked at her, his cock fully erect.

She walked towards him and he took a breast in each of his hands and massaged them. He let his finger stroke her nipples under they were firm and pert under his attentions before he pinched them and she gasped out loud. She put a hand on his firm chest and he sat back on the table and then lied down.

She pulled a condom from the pocket of her pants and, looking him in the eye, she unrolled it over his rock-hard member. The sensation of her touch on his cock was more than Falcon could handle and he groaned loudly and his head fell back as her fingers took their time securing the condom.

“Come here,” he said, “I want to fuck you.” She climbed onto the table and straddled him. Taking his cock in her hand she lowered herself down and onto him until his cock was buried deep inside of her.

Falcon reached up and massaged her breasts as he focused on how tight and wet she felt as he began to slide in and out of her. And then she began to move and it felt so good Falcon was sure his head was going to explode. Slowly she began moving herself up and down rocking against his cock and the sensation made Falcon throw his head back as he gave out a moan of pleasure.

He locked his hands around her hips and began to guide her, pushing her to go faster and harder. He dug his hands into his hips as he looked up at her. Her hands were resting on his chest and as she moved up and down and her hair was falling over her shoulders and her breasts were right above him. She looked like a goddess that had come to earth to have a dalliance with a mere mortal.

“Oh God, Falcon, yes!” she cried out as she moved harder and faster on top of him. She moaned loudly with each thrust and the sound of her voice was pushing Falcon closer and closer to the edge.

He held himself back, waiting on the edge of pleasure for her finish. It was a beautiful torture, her breasts bouncing above him, her hair all around him, her hands pressed into his chest and she was moaning and crying out his name.

“Oh. Falcon. Please. That feels so good. Yes.” She was babbling between moans and he could tell she was close. He whispered her name as she continued to push herself up and down on his cock and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

Then she let out a loud gasp and a yell and he felt her contract all around him and it pushed him over the edge and he called out her name as he dug his hands into her hips and his orgasm exploded around him.

After it was all over she had fallen on top of him. He was still buried inside of her and he never wanted to move. Her ran his hands up and down her soft and supple back and felt the rhythm of her heartbeat.

After a few moments she moaned and brought her head up from his chest and blinked as she looked around the room. “Shit,” she whispered as she pulled herself off of him.

He felt the loss of her and remained on the table as she hurried about the room getting dressed.

“Listen-” she started.

“Let me guess,” Falcon interrupted. He sat up and removed the condom, throwing into a wastebasket. “This never happened?”

“Exactly” she responded as she hurriedly buttoned up her shirt. “And this doesn’t change anything. It was sex, that’s all. I was just on a high from such a major bust, but it doesn’t change anything and it’s never happening again.”

“Come on, Grace,” Falcon said as he stood and pulled his pants on. “Never say never.”