Page 21 of Stella
Amanda shakes her head, but I’m not sure I believe her. “He’s never hit me.”
“If you think it’ll be a problem, then I can help you safely get your gear, just think about it,” I go on. “You don’t have to go back if you feel uncomfortable.”
She nods. “Thanks, Detective Callaghan.”
Stella’s eyes snap to mine, and I see that look again; jealousy. It’s a mere second, but I see it. And what’s more? I like it. Stella takes a breath. “In the meantime, why don’t you come out to the lunchroom until Tag’s finished with your quote, and we can figure out what to do from there. I’ll make you a hot cup of tea.”
“Thanks, Stella,” she says gratefully. “You’re the best.”
“Anytime.” Then, to me, Stella gives me a chin lift. “Appreciate it,Callaghan.”
Ouch.
They walk off together, and Tag chuckles. “No moreCalefor you, pretty boy.”
“Caught that.”
Then he mutters; “She takes in all the strays, can’t help herself. Always tryin’ to fix someone.”
“She has a good heart,” I say, still watching them.
Tag clears his throat, and I snap out of it as my eyes find his. “Gonna write this up, and then you can get the hell outta here. Been enough drama for one mornin’. And don’t be hangin’ around here, once this is written up, we’re done.”
“Fine by me.” Then, because I know it’ll piss him off, I add; “Thanks, T, nice going.”
He grunts, then stalks off toward the office. I chuckle to myself. Of course, I’ve figured out Stella is a feisty woman, as well as a caring one, a while back. She has gusto, I’ll give her that, but even I didn’t miss the smirk when she said men were jerks… and the part about men with big dicks like Tarzan. If only she knew, not that I’m blowing my own horn, but she wouldn’t know what the fuck to do with me… and now I’m picturing it.Shit.
I chuckle to myself because Stella always makes me laugh. This little spat will pass, I know it, she can’t stay mad at me for long.
I wash away the day after hitting it out at the gym after work. Calli lies between the bathroom door and the hallway, her head on her paws. She’s always close by, and since spending the afternoon at Tag’s garage, paying Stella more attention, I think she’s mad at me, too. Great. So all the females in my life are mad at me. Not that Stella is in my life, but now I’m thinking about her.
I’m hard just thinking about her.
I don’t want my mind to wander, but it does that all by itself. I imagine her in those fucking coveralls; the top buttons loose so the ample curve of her breasts are visible. That mop of beautiful, dark hair hanging down her lower back as she pouts at me with those cherry red lips. Oh, yeah. Cherry red is the color I always imagine when I think about her like this… not that I’ve done it on the regular, maybe once or twice. This is another reason I need to get laid. I can’t keep having thoughts about this maddening woman I can’t have. It’s not only driving my mind insane, but it’s also turning my balls blue.
Still, my hand reaches for my dick, and I groan when I imagine it’s her hand touching me. She’s so much smaller than me in stature, and I love that I tower over her. Caging her in, I’d take that pretty mouth and devour it. I’d kiss her like my life depended on it, like she’s mine to save. Then, I imagine pushing her gently down to her knees in front of me, and before she can say anything smart out of that pretty mouth of hers, I paint my tip around her lips. Anything she was about to say gets lost as her tongue darts out. Those pretty hazel eyes stare up at me, and I’m lost. Lost in a sea of all things Stella. She smells like afucking dream; cotton candy and something sweet like vanilla. It’s intoxicating. I don’t like how out of control she makes me because I am never not in control.
I thrive on routine, on having self-control, and above all else, order. My mind is so far away from any kind of fucking order, it may as well be on the other side of the planet.
I curse myself because I don’t like this feeling. I don’t appreciate how unglued she gets me, and as much as I’ve denied it, she has the ability to do just that. Look at what she’s doing to me right now.
One thing I know for sure? Her wearing those goddamn coveralls has me tugging on my dick, needing relief. She shouldn’t be that hot, at least not at work for other men to ogle her. I don’t have any worries about Tag doing that, or Hawk for that matter, they’re father figure types, but any other goddamn asshole that walks in that joint would be having these kinds of sick fantasies. And yes, I’m the only one allowed to have them.
Aside from her being as wholesome as hell, she’s a piece of work with that attitude. I fucking love it. I imagine sliding my hand into her inky, black hair and tugging so she has to look up at me while my cock is in her mouth.Jesus, this is so wrong.I brace one hand on the wall of the shower as I jerk myself off. It won’t be enough, it’s never enough, but it’s all I can do. Pathetically, I’m too tired to go out and pick up some chick, and it’s a goddamn weeknight. Maybe on the weekend, though, they won’t be Stella, and that just feels plain wrong.
The way her gaze held mine; the defiance in her pretty eyes when I questioned her. Man, oh man, would I like to do more than question her. My pulse quickens when I imagine her in my handcuffs. Yeah. Her arms behind her back as she pouts up at me. As she sucks me off. I’m a depraved motherfucker, I know it, but one can hardly blame me when a woman looks as good as her. She’s also not afraid of me, not that she should be, butI suspect that she’s got bigger things to worry about with the MC than me. If she were mine, I’d own her body. I’d make sure that no other man could ever get so much as a second glance. Then I venture further; I rip those goddamn teasing buttons, as well as the last of my self-control. Imagining what her tits look like under all that material has my balls pulling tight. Before I can even imagine sucking on her darkened nipples, I’m shooting my load like a fucking teenager into my hand, and all over the wall. My breathing is shallow and rough as I orgasm hard. It’s always hard when I jerk off with her on my mind. And maybe that’s why she’s so appealing; because I can’t have her. There is no way on this earth that I’d be alive if the MC caught wind of it. They would never approve. Stella may be a grown-ass woman, but that doesn’t matter to those motherfuckers, and they look after their own. I guess that’s the one thing they have going for them; loyalty. It’s the one thing I admire if I were to scratch for one shred of decency in that club. But that’s another reason why we could never work. Stella spoke with passion and conviction today. She loves the MC, and it runs in her veins.
I catch my breath, washing my sins away with the hot spray, wondering how I got myself into this fucking mess when it’s Stella that’s to blame.
If she weren’t such a fucking goddess, I wouldn’t be doing this to myself, wishing it were real. If she weren’t such a temptress, I’d be able to stay away, and it wouldn’t be such a battle. But she haunts my dreams.
What’s worse? Not being able to act on it. If it were any other chick, we’d be in bed, and I’d be worshipping that beautiful, curvy body and every inch of her skin, instead of jerking off in my shower like some creeper.
I can’t and won’t go there.
She’s a NOLA Rebel; the first female prospect, and my job is to protect and serve. Little does she know; that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.
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