Page 6 of Resist Me (Men of Inked 3)
Thomas sat still, peering in his side mirror until James came to a stop at our side. The others were far enough away, leaving us behind to deal with the cop issue.
“Get her the fuck out of here. Blow is in her left jacket pocket.”
“Hey, Iz,” James slithered out as he slowly looked me up and down.
I lifted my chin, staring him in the eye without a smile. “Jimmy,” I replied, the corner of my lip twitching.
God, he looked fucking good. No, good wasn’t the right word. He looked fucking amazing dressed in the law enforcement uniform. The brown dress shirt hugged his muscles, looking like a second skin against his tan flesh. The shitty polyester pants the force handed out clung to his muscular thighs, showing off every dip and crevice in his body. The gun sitting around his waist reminded me that he wasn’t a man to be crossed, though I liked to push his buttons. He could easily overpower me, and for some reason, the thought turned me on.
His jaw ticked as I spoke his name. He hated when I called him Jimmy, said it reminded him of a child. I’d used it to only piss him off, crawl under his skin like he had mine.
Tommy handed over his license and registration, shoving it in James’s hand as he openly gawked at me.
James turned his attention to Thomas and cleared his throat. “What the hell are you going to tell them?” he asked, motioning toward the red taillights off in the distance.
“I’ll figure some shit out. She’s just another pussy to them. She’s not a club whore or an old lady. She’s inconsequential.”
“Men are such fucking pigs,” I bit out. “How can you even be around those douchebags? You don’t think that way, do you?” I asked, looking at Tommy.
“Fuck no. I’m just playing the part. Ma did not raise me to think that way.”
James laughed, drawing my attention in his direction. Why did he have to be so damn handsome? I mean, Jesus. Why couldn’t he be plain and not fantasy inspiring?
“And you?” I asked him, wishing I could wipe that shitty smile off his face.
“Oh no, doll. I love women. Not all of them are just a piece of ass. Not even the ones who slink out of my hotel room before the sun rises.” He grinned.
My eyes grew wide as a lump formed in my throat. He wouldn’t dare tell my brother. Would he? I mean, the man had cockiness down pat, but he wouldn’t be dumb enough to clue my brother the fuck in on our sex Olympics.
Tommy shook his head and turned to look at me. “Can I trust you to listen to him?” he asked, squinting as he peered at me.
“I’ll listen,” I said, as James began to chuckle. I moved my eyes from Thomas to glare at James. “I can’t promise I’ll do as he asks, but I’ll listen and do what I feel is right.”
“Izzy, for fuck’s sake. Just fucking listen for once in your life. I know you bow down to no man, but this is your life we’re talking about. I have enough shit to worry about and don’t need to worry about you getting home safely,” Tommy snarled, keeping his eyes focused on me.
“I’ll be good to her,” James promised as he stopped laughing and cleared his throat. “I won’t let her out of my sight and I’ll keep her safe. You couldn’t put her into more capable hands.” James smiled, giving me a quick wink.
I turned to Tommy, unable to take the smug smile on James’s face any longer, and spoke the words he wanted to hear: “Yes, I promise to do whatever is necessary to get home safely.”
“Off the bike, ma’am. I need to search you. You too, Blue,” James barked out, stepping away from the bike.
We climbed off, me with the assistance of my brother, and turned our backs to James. He frisked Tommy first. I straightened my back and watched him as he touched my brother, moving quickly and thoroughly and finding nothing. It was all for show. I knew I wouldn’t be so lucky. As he turned his attention to me, I closed my eyes and waited.
I knew he wouldn’t be so quick when touching my body. He wouldn’t make it obvious to my brother or the eye of an outsider, but I remembered what his hands had felt like on my body. The amount of pleasure the strong hands had given me. The feel of them on me and in me was like nothing else I had ever experienced.
“Back on the bike, sir,” he ordered. “Ma’am, hands behind your head and do it now!” he roared, as I was lost in my memories.
As Tommy took his place on the bike, keeping a lookout for any stragglers from the club, I sighed and tangled my fingers together behind my head. Thankfully my back was to him. In this position, my breasts were pushed out farther, leaving myself exposed. He started at my wrists, brushing against my skin with the tip of his rough fingers. Tiny sparks shot down my
arms, a direct line to my nipples. I opened my eyes, sucking in a breath before closing them again.
I didn’t have to see his face to know that he had a grin dancing across his lips. His giant hands swept down my arms and stopped just above my ribcage. The tips of his fingers grazed my breasts as his hands slipped down the front of my torso before he searched my waistband.
No matter how hard I tried to control a reaction or think of anything other than his hands on me, my body responded. I twitched and silently swore. I rolled my eyes at the feeling of being defeated. He knew in that moment that he had an effect on me. I was fucking doomed.
I could feel his breath against my ear. My body shuddered as my heart skipped a beat, before it was gone and his hands slid down my legs.
Please don’t…
Fucker.
His thumbs touched the holy land as his hands glided up my legs. As he reached the V of my legs, I swear to shit my heart stopped dead in my chest. I sucked in a breath, trying to calm my insides as my head dropped.
I was happy when his hands left my legs until he caressed my ass, all in the name of a search, but I knew he was enjoying it too much when he gave it a quick, hard squeeze.
“Must you?” I whispered as he moved closer, reaching into my pockets.
“Yes,” he whispered back, his mouth coming close to my ear. “Think of all the fun we’re going to have as I give you a ride.”
“You’re an asshole,” I hissed, turning my face to look at his profile.
“That’s one part of you I haven’t yet explored,” he whispered in my ear, low and close enough that Tommy couldn’t hear.
I gulped, closing my eyes and using all of my self-control not to turn around and give him a piece of my mind. I couldn’t react in front of my brother or the other eyes that could possibly be on us.
“What do we have here, ma’am?” James asked, pulling his hand from my pocket and dangling the small bag in front of my face.
“It’s not mine, officer,” I pleaded, shaking my head and playing the part.
“Place your hands behind your back. I’m placing you under arrest,” he said, grabbing my arm, gingerly moving it away from my head and down to the small of my back.
“Must we do this?” I asked, looking toward Tommy.
Tommy winked, not giving any other physical indication that everything was okay.
“We must, doll. Give me your other hand.”
I wrinkled my nose and ground my teeth as I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs slap against my wrist. Great. Not only was I being placed in his custody, I was starting off bound and in his possession without a means of escape. Being with the men of the MC had felt less scary than what I felt about being a captive for James.
“I’ll leave them loose so they won’t pinch, but you can’t get out. Not yet at least,” he said as a low, slow laugh tickled my ear.
I glared at Tommy, not looking at James as he marched me toward the back of the police cruiser. He placed his hand on my head as he helped me into the back seat.
“Stay put,” he ordered as I moved my legs inside.
“Where the fuck am I going, genius?” I blurted out, the anger dripping from my voice. My hands were restrained behind my back and I was about to be locked in the police car.
“You better watch that smart mouth of yours, doll.” He grinned, leaning against the frame of the car.
“Or what? Are you going to rough me up, Jimmy?” I snuggled back into the seat, adjusting my body and trying to find a comfortable position.
“I’d hate to add resisting arrest to your charges.” His grin turned into a smirk as he wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lips.
“Just get this shit over with so we can get the fuck out of here,” I hissed, not finding him charming at all.
“As you wish.” He slammed the car door, leaving me with my thoughts as he approached Tommy and spoke with him.
I watched through the windshield as they exchanged some heated words—or at least they made it seem like they were. A dull ache settled in my chest as I watched them speak. This would be the last time I’d see my brother for some time. The not knowing was the worst part. Tommy looked over at me a couple of times as they finished their conversation. My nose began to tickle as tears threatened to fall.
When James slid into the front seat, he didn’t speak. He turned on the car and started to pull away after Thomas had sped down the road.
“When are you going to let me out of these fucking cuffs?” I asked. My wrists already felt the bite from the metal digging into my skin.
“Tomorrow,” he answered calmly, looking at me in the rearview mirror. His eyes changed from the smile I couldn’t see but knew was there.
“You can’t keep me like this until tomorrow.” Anger built inside me. My body was almost vibrating as I stared at him in the mirror.
