Sweet Ride (21 page)

“So, you’re telling
me that you sucked this guy’s dick, but know nothing about him. Is
that correct?” he asks angrily.

“Yes, that’s
exactly what I’m fucking telling you.”

“We have proof that
you know more than you’re saying. Just tell us Diego’s location
and where he’s storing the weapons,” he says, trying to trick her
into confessing something.

“Bull-fucking-shit,”
she exclaims with a mischievous smile spreading across her face.
“You’ve got shit because I know nothing. Show me the proof or I
walk!” she challenges. And by the expression on her gorgeous face,
she knows she’s got him. No one messes with my girl. Take that,
motherfucker!

I watch intently as the
clearly frustrated agent informs her that the interview’s over and
instructs her to stay there until a uniformed officer comes to escort
her back home. He then turns off the recording equipment, and the
screen goes black. That’s my signal to make my way to her in the
interrogation room.

When I reach the door
to the room holding Payton, I very slowly turn the knob, opening the
door. She’s standing with her back to me, examining a crime
prevention poster on the wall. I tacitly lock the door and advance on
her. I hear her breath hitch as I approach and press my hard body
into her soft curves.

“Is that a gun in
your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” she asks in throaty
murmur, as she backs her ass up against my growing erection.

“I’m very happy to
see you, baby. No gun, it’s all me,” is my only comeback, but I
can’t help the wide grin that slowly spreads across my face at
hearing the cheesy line. Payton can make anything sound sexy as hell.

I rock my hips against
her tight ass causing a guttural moan from deep inside of her to
escape her lips. “I’d love to cuff your hands behind your back,
bend you over that table, and fuck you within an inch of your life,”
I whisper against her ear. “Would you like that?”

“I’d love it,”
she pants, nodding her head.

Fortunately, common
sense prevails, and I snap out of my fantasy. No fucking way! She
deserves so much better than to be cuffed, bent over, and fucked
here. I’ll wait until we get home to do it.

Spinning her around, I
cup her face in my hands and take her lush mouth in a ravenous kiss.
Her greedy tongue enters my mouth, exploring every inch, and my
tongue returns the favor. I reluctantly pull back, pressing my
forehead against hers so I can stare into her heated chocolate brown
eyes.

“Let’s get the fuck
out of here,” I impatiently order.

“Okay,” she mutters
in response against my lips.

I snag her hand and
quickly drag her through the precinct, heading for my car. And once
again in my haste to be with Payton, I break dozens of traffic laws
on the drive to my place, but I could really give a fuck. As soon as
I pull into my parking space, I get out of the car and walk over to
the passenger side. She’s already standing there, anxiously
waiting. I bend down gripping her by the back of her knees, flipping
her over my shoulder fireman style and carry her up to my condo.

Once we’re standing
in the living room I realize my handcuffs are upstairs. Without
saying a word to her, I quickly take the stairs two at a time to
retrieve my cuffs from the bottom drawer in the closet. When I make
my way back downstairs and see Payton standing in the same spot still
fully clothed I ask, “Why aren’t you naked?”

“Why aren’t you?”
she counters with a gleam in her eye.

With that, neither of
us waste any more time as we strip our clothes off, leaving them in
piles on the living room floor. I stalk toward her with the metal
cuffs hooked on my fingers, and as soon as I reach her, I flip her
body around pulling her arms behind her back. She takes in a sudden
gasp of air as the cool metal of the cuffs touch the skin on her
wrists. Once her hands are secured with the cuffs behind her back, I
snake my arms around the front of her body and lightly pluck at her
nipples.

“I’m going to take
you hard and fast. You ready?” I ask in a gruff voice.

“So ready,” she
responds with a sigh, clamping her thighs together obviously trying
to ease the throb of desire between her legs. I bet she’s so
fucking hot and wet right now.

“Do you ache for me,
baby?” She nods her head as my hand glides down her flat abdomen,
slipping between her thighs, feeling her slick arousal. I feel her
inner muscles rippling as I push two fingers into her pussy, pumping
them in and out in a fast tempo. I pull them out when I feel her
getting close to climaxing. She releases a frustrated whimper. “Not
yet. Want you coming on my cock,” I growl.

Putting both of my
hands around her small waist, I guide her over toward the back of the
sectional and kick her feet apart, opening her up for the rough
fucking that’s about to take place. “Bend over,” I command, to
which she instantly obeys. Unbelievably, I feel my cock get harder
and pre-cum rush out at the tip when I take in the sight of her so
ready for me. Her arousal’s glistening on the inside of her thighs
and pussy. So fucking hot.

Gripping the base of my
cock, I glide it back and forth through her wetness, coating myself.
When I push the first inch in her wet heat, her body tenses.
“Condom,” she chokes out. Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to just push
into her and take her bare, feeling nothing but skin. Something we’re
going to discuss later. The thought of coming inside of her, marking
her as mine, turns me on even more.

“Sorry, baby.” I
walk back over to my rumpled up jeans, pull a condom out of the back
pocket, and my shaky hands roll it onto my throbbing shaft. I slam my
hips against her, and in one hard thrust plunge into her hot, tight,
and needy pussy. Feels like heaven.

She releases a guttural
moan as my rigid cock fully invades her wet, swollen heat. Holy shit,
I’m not going to last long. I can already feel the tight tingling
sensation in my balls, signaling my release. I still myself deep
inside of her to try to gain some semblance of control, but Payton
starts pushing back against me, forcing me to keep moving.

Gripping her cuffed
hands, I withdrawal until only the tip remains then plunge forcefully
back in. I know I should regret taking her so fast and hard, but I
don’t. The need I have to completely possess her overtakes all my
other senses; my frenzied thrusts increase as I fuck her body. I can
feel the pressure of my release building in my balls, when I finally
feel hers because I’m one second away from blowing my load. Thank
fucking God! I feel her pussy start to quiver and spasm as her
release hits, and I finally lose it, erupting inside of her.

“Oh fuck, Jack!”
she screams out.

“Holy fuuuuck!” I
groan. My heart’s racing and cock’s still hard and twitching,
embedded deeply inside of her. I lean over her spent body and trail
soft kisses over her sweat slickened skin. “Fucking amazing,” I
admit against the hot skin on her back causing goose bumps to break
out again.

“You’re not so bad
yourself, De Luca,” she says, in a breathy satisfied tone.

“Stay there, baby.
Gotta get rid of the condom and get the keys for the cuffs,” I tell
her before making my way back upstairs to my bedroom. Quickly
disposing of the condom in the bathroom trash, I grab the handcuff
keys and head back down to the living room. Payton’s relaxing,
still bent over the sofa, her ass stuck up in the air, displaying her
well-fucked, swollen pussy. My cock twitches and starts coming back
to life. Fuck, if I don’t want to take her again, but I fucked her
so hard just then that I know she’ll be sore.

I walk up to her and
rub my hands across the smooth skin on her ass, hips, and eventually
find her clit again. She gasps at the unexpected contact. Plastering
my chest against her back, I dip the tip of my fingers in her
dripping slit, bringing the moisture up to her sensitive bud. Her
breathing accelerates, and her legs wobble as my sensual message of
her pussy causes her to come hard, again. I remove my hand and hold
her as her body shudders then slowly relaxes. I remove the cuffs,
turn her around and pick her up to carry her to the bedroom. I think
we need some sleep. It’s been a long fucking day.

* * *

I wake up when I feel
the bed move and see Payton crawling back in.

“What’re you doing,
baby?” I ask in a sleepy voice.

“Had to pee,” she
says softly. She’s lying on her back, so I roll over, sling my arm
across her hips and rest my head on her belly. There’s no better
pillow in the world. She gently runs her fingers through my hair.

“Jack, can I ask you
something?” she asks in a hushed voice.

“Sure, baby.”

“Actually, there are
two things I’d like to know.”

“Shoot.”

“Did you know about
Dag the whole time?”

“No. I found out
about him the night he attacked you. Before Ryder texted me, I got a
call from Devon. He’d just found out who Dag really was. If I’d
known, do you seriously think I’d let you near him?”

“I guess not.”

“No guessing to it.
You have to believe me when I say that there’s no fucking way I
would’ve put you in that kind of danger.”

“I believe you.”

“What’s the other
thing?” I ask her.

“I want you to tell
me about your father,” she says. My body freezes at the mention of
my dad and I’m rendered speechless. “Jack, did you hear me?”
she asks.

“Yep,” I clip out.
I don’t think I can go there with Payton.

“I’ll tell you
about my father,” she offers in exchange. This gets my attention,
so I rest my chin on her belly and look up at her beautiful face.

“I get it, I really
do. I know what it feels like to lose a parent. I was ten years old
when I was forced to watch cancer slowly ravage my father’s body,
which caused him to suffer through unbearable pain. I felt helpless
knowing I couldn’t do anything to ease that for him. Every day I
prayed that death would come for him, and eventually my prayers were
answered. That was fourteen years ago, and I still miss him every
single day,” she says, trying to stay strong for me, but I can see
the tears building in her eyes.

She so willingly shared
her hurt with me, how can I not share mine with her? Fuck, here goes
nothing. I hope I don’t scare her away.

“Being the only son,
I was extremely close to my father. I worshipped the man; he was my
hero, and it wasn’t because he was a cop. He was my hero because he
was a devoted family man who loved us unconditionally. Whenever he
wasn’t working, he was spending time with his family. Whether it
was my little league games, Izzy’s piano recitals, Gia’s ballet
classes, or just changing Sofie’s diaper—it didn’t matter, he
was there.” I pause and look deep into her eyes trying to gauge how
she’s feeling. She’s got a look of adoration in her eyes, and it
guts me because I know I’m going to kill that soon.

“It happened on a
sunny summer afternoon when I was thirteen years old. I was in the
driveway shooting hoops while my father was washing the GTO. I heard
loud music approaching the house. Out of curiosity, I stopped playing
basketball and looked up to see a car slowly driving toward us.
Gunfire broke out, and the next thing knew, I woke up in the hospital
recovering from a gunshot wound to the shoulder. I later found out
that my father had been killed in the drive by shooting. I’ve had
to deal with the guilt of his death ever since,” I tell her.

“Guilt? How could you
feel guilty? You didn’t kill him, Jack. It wasn’t your fault,”
she tries to alleviate the guilt I’ve carried since the day I woke
up in the hospital. Shit, here it comes.

“You don’t get it.
It’s my fault he’s dead. I saw the guys in the car with
their guns drawn, but I froze and never said a thing to warn my dad.
All I would’ve had to say was one fucking word, and he might’ve
had time to move and avoid getting shot. I’ll take this guilt to my
grave,” I confess, not able to look her in the eye. I dread to look
up and see the hate and disgust reflected back.

“Jack,” she says so
softly I can barely hear her. She moves her hands so they’re
cupping the sides of my face. “Look at me, baby,” she whispers. I
reluctantly look at her, but instead of seeing hate or disgust, I see
pain.

“You were just a
scared kid who didn’t know what was happening. And I’m pretty
sure you weren’t bulletproof or invincible. I’m sorry that your
father was killed, but I’m so grateful that you weren’t. Baby,
you have to let this guilt go. It wasn’t your fault.” She pulls
my face toward her, lightly pressing her lips against mine and
wrapping me up in her comforting embrace.

For the first time
since waking up in that gloomy hospital room, I feel the crushing
guilt slowly start to ease off of my chest. Maybe Payton’s what I
need to finally move past this. We don’t utter another word as we
hold each other and eventually fall asleep.

Tonight’s Ladies’
Night at work and it’s been crazy busy, but it’s almost time to
close, and things are starting to slow down. I start my cleaning and
restocking routine so that everything’s ready for the crew on shift
tomorrow afternoon. It’s going to be late by the time I get out of
here, but I hope when I text Jack that he’ll still be up. I really
need to see him.

Since his revelation
about his father a few nights ago, things have been different between
us. And when I say different, I mean in a good way, not a bad way.
Jack trusted me enough to tell me about his past. I just wish that
I’d had the guts to confide in him about what happened to me as a
teenager. He’s hinted several times since our day by the river that
he knows something dark has touched me, but I can’t take the chance
in telling him and maybe losing him right now. I don’t think I can
handle that a second time.