Page 34 of Wild Card
I laughed because Dalton’s self-recriminations just never ended. I might have been cuffed, but I wasn’t helpless. If I hadn’t wanted to suck Dalton’s dick, it wouldn’t have happened. Hell, I’d been the one to start it by dropping to my knees and opening my mouth.
As far as getting him to stop, I had a few moves in my repertoire I could pull off even with both hands cuffed behind my back. Teeth came in real handy when you wanted a fucker’s attention.
“Do I look like any part of me wanted to stop?”
I gestured to my dick. Dalton’s teeth sank into his lower lip as he gazed at my hard-on.
“The real crime would be if you didn’t finish me off,” I said. “Don’t you think?”
With a curse, he kissed me again.
This time, it actually felt more like a kiss than a punishment. He teased his tongue over my lips while his hand encircled my dick. He stroked me twice, each time pausing to toy with the Prince Albert, which amped up the pleasure.
He shifted to whisper in my ear. “Come for me, Axel.”
I shuddered. “Kiss me again. Like you mean it.”
He took my face in an iron grip and kissed me deeper, wetter. His tongue stroked fiery heat along mine.
I came hard, abs tightening and releasing, dick pulsing, whole body shaking with it. He swallowed my cry, drank down my harsh pants, and milked my cock until I’d given up every drop I could.
Then he tucked me into my pants and zipped and buttoned them.
“That shouldn’t have happened,” Dalton said quietly.
“Fuck you,” I spit, oddly vulnerable right after the powerful orgasm. “It was always going to happen, and you know it.”
He looked pensive. “I don’t want to take you in.”
“Then don’t,” I snapped. “Stop thinking with your goddamned badge.”
“Because thinking with my dick was so much better?”
“Served us both pretty well.”
He shook his head. “Damn it, Axel. I don’t want to book you, but you’ve got to help me out. The law is on their side.”
“Maybe. But returning her wouldn’t be doing the right thing. Youknowthat. Rusty doesn’t give a shit about this dog. He dumped her here a couple of weeks ago without a second glance. I don’t know why he wants her back now, but it’s not because he gives a shit about her.”
To my surprise, Dalton nodded. “Yeah, he wants to sell her.”
“Sell her? For how much?”
“Not sure. A few thousand bucks, at least.”
Damn it. The poker night had been profitable, but notthatprofitable.
“How’s he going to get someone to pay that?”
“She’s got papers,” Dalton said. “She’s a purebred Samoyed.”
I slumped against the fence. “Fuck.”
“He won’t just drop it when there’s this kind of money involved. And Axel, if the charges hold, it’ll be felony theft.”
I blanched. Getting tossed in for a misdemeanor was one thing, but a felony? I glanced toward the RV, heart aching. “There’s really nothing I can do, is there?”
“No,” he said.
