Page 66 of Ridin' Solo
He reached over me, his body just barely grazing my backside, to brush the hair out of my face. “I love your hair down.”
“I left it down just for you,” I whispered back.
“Mmm. I love when the good girlandthe bad girl come out to play.” His finger traced a line down my spine, over my ass, and between my legs. I jumped and trembled, already wet for him. When he felt how ready I was, he smiled smugly and grabbed beneath my hips with both hands. He tugged, and I found myself on my feet, my upper body and face still jammed into the bedspread.
Wyatt nudged my feet apart, like he intended to frisk me. His dick must be doing the exploring though as I felt him stroke the head up and down my crack. He notched himself at my opening, halting there and not letting me move by a strong hand at my hip.
“I want you to ride me, Captain,” he ordered.
And took his hands off me entirely. I groaned, wanting him to push forward and fill me, but realizing even cuffed, he empowered me to do the fucking. So I did, pushing my hips back onto his length, impaling myself. I groaned as I stretched around him and so did he, though he sounded like he was in pain. Without the use of my hands, my movements were slow and jerky, pulling away and then pushing back, creating an agonizing glide I wanted to last all day.
Eventually, he reached down and grabbed my bound wrists, pulling forcefully with a grunt, skewering me on his dick. Wyatt took over setting the pace, his cock ramming inside me as the bed groaned. Flesh slapped together and I could have come with just a few more minutes of his current pace. Instead, he reached around with one hand and found my clit, circling and strumming until my legs began to quake.
My eyes squeezed shut and my core tightened almost painfully. Everything exploded into a million points of pleasure coating my skin and seeping through my bloodstream. The bedspread caught my screams even as Wyatt kept going, giving me no rest, no ease from the onslaught. A few seconds later he roared behind me, emptying himself in me and collapsing on my back in a hot, sweaty mess.
Eventually, he brushed the hair out of my face again to whisper, “I’m going to miss riding with you.”
I knew what he meant. Work wouldn’t be the same without him, but we both knew it was the right thing to do. We’d never be able to give the job full concentration if the other was near.
“I may ride solo at work again, but I’ll never ride solo at night with you here.”
At my promise, Wyatt peppered kisses down my back, slowly pulling out of me and grabbing the key to let me out of the cuffs. He rubbed my wrists and pulled me up against him in bed to cuddle, his fingertips finding patches of my bare skin to skim across.
“I’m just gonna throw this out there. I say we keep those cuffs for our own personal use.” Wyatt grinned down at me, a twinkle of the devil in him shining clear as day in his eyes.
“I think I could look the other way if we reported those cuffs as missing,” I replied, already thinking of ways to use them onhim.
Wyatt
“I can’t believe we only have one day together before you transfer out,” Oakley said with a smile over the top of the cruiser.
It was good to see her back in uniform, doing the job she loved so much. She’d softened a bit since I’d first met her, but wearing the badge was still her most natural state. She slid behind the wheel and I climbed in the passenger side, our bellies full after grabbing lunch at Forty-Diner in downtown Auburn Hill. The morning had been entirely uneventful, leaving way too much time for me to flirt with Oakley and for her to knock me down with a frown and a sharp retort about being serious. Just like old times.
“Got another call about Jeremiah Singleton violating his restraining order. Can you run over and check it out?” Dispatch’s request came over the radio loud and clear.
I grabbed the receiver to answer. “We’re on it.”
Oakley hit the lights but kept the siren off. Jeremiah was usually harmless, and scaring him with a blaring siren wouldn’t do us any favors in talking him off his ex’s property. When we pulled up to the address she was so familiar with, she didn’t have to look it up, Jeremiah was sitting on the porch steps, head in hands.
“I got this,” Oakley sighed, getting out of the car and approaching the guy before I could get there first.
“Yo, Jeremiah. What’s going on, man?” she asked jovially, standing in front of him.
He glanced up and winced when he saw who it was. His gaze darted over to me and he sat up straight. “I swear I wasn’t doing nothing! I just came over to get my shirt back.”
Oakley sighed, and I caught on quick that this time, she was going with the good cop. Which meant I was bad cop. Which meant now my brain was thinking about her being a bad girl last night and how us riding together really wasn’t going to work out based on the little problem I now had in the front of my pants.
“You broke up almost a year ago, Jeremiah. You need to accept that it’s over.” She crouched down and put her hand on his knee. “There’s a woman out there who’s just perfect for you, but you’ll never find her because you’re too caught up in the past. Let this one go, J.”
His lower lip trembled and the extra shine in his eyes wasn’t from yawning. “I’m trying, Lee.”
She squeezed his knee. “I’m going to need you to try harder.”
“Time to stand up, pal.” I came over and pulled handcuffs out. The poor guy stood and put his hands together to assume the position like he knew the drill. I’d have to ask Oakley how many times she’d arrested him.
He didn’t put up a fuss, just got in the back of the cruiser and looked out the window as we drove him back to booking. Oakley wanted to take him inside herself, so I sat in the cruiser and watched them like a hawk. They whispered back and forth a few times outside the door to the tiny county jail. My heart squeezed when Oakley reached over and gave him a side hug before escorting him inside. Guess Jeremiah had taken Oakley’s advice to heart about finding a new woman.
I got busy on the computer, looking up Jeremiah’s arrest record, nearly peeing myself when I saw the last arrest had ended with the back seat of Oakley’s cruiser needing a full sanitizing. My leg jiggled up and down. If she took any longer getting Jeremiah booked in, I’d have to go inside and use their bathroom. I shouldn’t have had all that tea at lunch.
