“I swear to God, if you tell me it’s the size of your dick again, I may just take my taser out and fire it at your joystick, too.”
“Joystick.” I smirked. “That’s a new one and an accurate description because it would definitely bring you joy. But no, I wasn’t going to say anything about myjoystick, though that offer is open anytime you feel like starting a game and manhandling it for a round or two or thirty.” A quick wink had her cheeks warming again. I loved how easily it was to get her flustered.
“I don’t like games, Buchanan.”
“Then you haven’t been playing the right ones.”
She groaned. “Can’t you be serious for two seconds?”
The irritation in her eyes was sexy as hell, and my mind kept circling back to the image of her using my dick as a joystick. Something told me this woman could hold her own in the bedroom, and the more I thought about it, the more I had to shake the image from out of my head. If she wanted me to be serious… then it was time to get serious.
“Okay, all flirtations aside, I’m serious when I say, Juliette, that I have something you need to see. Something that may just help me clear my name. ”
She studied me for a moment before nodding. “I’ll follow you to the clubhouse.”
“Or we could ride together? I’d feel safer if you were with me.”
“Unless that ride is with you in the back of my squad car in handcuffs, it ain’t happening, bub.”
“A man can only dream. One day we’re going to have fun with those handcuffs and play a game you’ll really enjoy.”
I waggled my eyebrows at her, which only forced her to roll her eyes again.
“Just get a move on, Buchanan, I don’t have all fucking day.”
“Whatever you say, Deputy Beautiful. Your wish is my command.”
Chapter Thirteen
Juliette
Once I was safely in my car, I took a deep breath to steady my trembling nerves. I still tasted his kiss, and my core was still trembling with need. Fuck. His beard felt soft and scratchy against my face, but I loved it. When his dick pressed against my stomach, butterflies took flight. The damn pesky insects had a mind of their own, betraying my own mind’s natural instinct to keep my distance. Hell, my panties were soaked from our continuous sexual banter and his constant nearness. If I thought he was gorgeous and tempting behind bars, it was nothing compared to when he got out.
It was wrong to want him on so many levels, but I did. I had to keep reminding myself of who he was and that he was off limits. I used the time alone as I followed him back to the clubhouse, to get my libido back under control. I was curious about what he had to show me, but dear God, I hoped it wasn’t something sexual because I wasn’t sure I could rein in my self-control at this point. He was hot, charming, smart, and tempting as hell. Not to mention the man seemed so sincere when he’d apologized for what happened to my dad.
“Juliette, don’t fucking go there,” I said to myself as I followed him into the parking lot of their clubhouse. There were a bunch of bikes parked outside and when I turned off the engine and opened the door to my car, I could hear the sounds of a party.
“I’m party crashing apparently.” I nodded toward the club as Duncan strode toward me.
He grinned. “Probably just the club wanting to celebrate me getting to walk out of there a free man.”
“For now,” I conceded and he rolled his eyes.
“I can help find her killer a lot better out here than I could sitting in that jail cell.”
“Buchanan, this is a police investigation. You’re still our lead suspect, and even if you somehow get off the hook, there’s no reason for you to go and put your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
“My nose doesn’t belong between your thighs either, but the forbidden thought has me wanting to taste your sweet pussy here and now,’ he quickly spit back.
Jesus, with comments like that, I don’t know how I’m going to resist him if he actually does try to make a move on me.I could already feel my cheeks heating with arousal, and I had to clench my thighs together just to take off the edge that had my inhibitions going crazy.Fucking hell, he was sexy. And it’s getting harder and harder to resist him.
“If you actually think there’s any chance of you getting between my thighs, you’re sadly mistaken, Buchanan. Besides, let the police do the leg work and stay away from the investigation. Especially since you’re the lead suspect. We’ll find Brooklyn’s killer very soon.”
“When half of the force is corrupt, and the only good part of it has been stuck on babysitting duty, I don’t put much stock in the police finding my friend’s killer. I have a better chance of getting between your thighs than they do of breaking this case.”
“Can’t really argue with that. But since you are out now, I’ll have more time to go over the reports and see if I can find any irregularities,” I said, following him toward the front doors of the clubhouse. Not even realizing I agreed with him about the thigh part until I saw his cheeky, flirty grin looking smug as hell.Fuck.
When we walked in, hoots, hollars, and whistles sounded from the crowd gathered inside. The room had been empty earlier, and now there were people everywhere, a banner saying ‘Welcome Back Jailbird’. The jukebox was playingJailhouse Rock,the TV had a football game going. Honestly, the group wasn’t what I’d expected.
