Page 95 of Love Me

“I mean it, Levi. You try to fuck with either of those girls ever again, I’ll fucking end you,” I promise.

Hannah walks over and throws her hands in the air, stomping the rest of the way over to Owen, who’s holding the back door open to his cruiser.

“For fuck’s sake, Owen, are you for real? He deserved it!”

“I don’t doubt that, but the law is the law, you can’t go around assaulting people. Get in. And don’t you dare try whatever you’re planning back there, fucker, or I’ll make you pay the cleaning fee,” he says in my direction.

“It’ll be well worth the fee, plus, payback for getting a BJ from Savannah Matthews while I was driving senior year.”

“Jesus, don’t remind me. Girl was a stage ten clinger after I let her do that. Get in the damn car, let’s get this over with. Levi, get the hell up, you look pathetic man. Get your shit together and get the fuck out of here. You want to see your kid? This isn’t how you do it. You show up without a plan and notifying Hannah first, you’ll be the one in the back of my cruiser, make fuckin’ sense? Do shit the right way.”

We watch as Levi scrambles into his car and throws it in reverse, peeling out of the parking lot. He had better stay the fuck away unless he gets a goddamn plan together first, or I’ll fucking ruin him.

Hannah climbs into the back of the cruiser and I follow behind her, Owen slamming the door shut and walking to the front of the car. I’m on her in an instant, grabbing her face between my hands and slamming my mouth onto hers. She meets me in the middle, grabbing my shirt and hauling me closer as Owen climbs into the front seat and starts to drive us away.

“Fuck, I’m so proud of you,” I breathe through wet, sloppy kisses. “That was so hot. He’s not going to fuck with you anymore.”

One of my hands moves to her waist, yanking her so that she’s forced to straddle my lap, her pussy meeting the length of my already-hard cock, pressing herself down to grind against it.

I kiss the shit out of her, our tongues clashing in the middle, nipping and sucking at her bottom lip, pulling her as close as I can with our clothes on. Fuck, I want her so bad. I briefly wonder how pissed Owen would be if I fucked her right in the back of his police car, but then toss the idea because like hell will I let anyone see Hannah like that.

“Hey! Hey! Bonnie and Clyde!” Owen yells, smacking the window that separates the front and back seats. “Cut the shit!”

Hannah and I break apart, her forehead falling to my own as we simultaneously break out in laughter.

“Yeah, real fucking funny. Who we calling to bail your asses out? Hannah’s parents were pissed the last time she got arrested. Pick someone else this time, will ya?”

“Mother above, give me strength. Owen!” Hannah snaps, slipping off my lap. “It was a bullshit arrest, and you know it! Am I ever going to live that down? It was a street sign, it’s not like I was out corrupting America’s youth!”

“Laws the law, Han.”

“Kiss my ass, Owen, no more free coffee for you. You pay double now.”

Owen laughs as Hannah turns to face me, igniting me all over again. I grab her face between my hands, unable to stop myself, and haul her lips back to mine, claiming them in a bruising kiss. I can feel how wet her pussy is through her clothes, and I know it wouldn’t take much to make her come. The adrenaline still coursing through me, I grab her hips, urging her to dry hump me as she moans into my mouth, hands knocking off my hat and threading through my hair.

“Jesus fucking hell on Earth. I’m gonna kill you for real this time, Li. For fuck’s sake.”

“Owen, will you shut the fuck up so I can make my wife come?”

“For fuck’s sake. Liam, I’m gonna beat your ass.”

The cruiser slows quickly as Owen breaks, the tires crunching on gravel as he pulls off to the side of the road. His door slams a moment later. I don’t waste any more time, unbuckling Hannah’s pants and dipping my hand into them, easily sliding through her slick center.

“Baby. So wet for me. Now let me make you come in the back of a police car, my little criminal.”

It doesn’t take long before Hannah’s coming for me, so fucking pretty as she goes over the edge, her little pussy gushing just enough for me to have something to lick off my fingers. She lays her head down on my chest, getting her breathing under control while I bang on my window to let Owen know he’s good to come back. I know he’s not going to let me live this one down, but it was worth it.

“So, husband? Who are we calling to bail our asses out of jail?”

An hour later, Hannah and I are sitting together against a cement wall, her legs pulled up to her chest as she casually sips on a water bottle that was so kindly given to her at booking.

“You really had to put them in the holding cell?” Reid’s voice rings out through the room, and I laugh under my breath. This is about to get interesting. His heavy footsteps echo through the large, barren, cement jail.

“Had to get a few photos to really mark the occasion, which pissed Hannah off, so I decided to leave ’em there,” Owen tells him, the dick. “Not to mention, they did lord knows what in the back of my fucking cruiser. I’m gonna have to get it detailed. Should charge them with indecent exposure.”

“Our pants stayed on you big fuckin’ baby,” I add, raising my voice so that they can hear me.

“Look at you, sitting behind bars. Never thought you’d be the one to get arrested,” Reid says as he comes into view.

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