"Like what?" I ask, even though I know.
"Like kissing you." His eyes are dark with hunger. "Like bending you over that bar and making you scream my name. Like showing you exactly what happens when a cop walks into a biker clubhouse begging for favors."
My breath catches. Every word sends heat straight to my core, makes my pussy throb, makes me want to beg him to do exactly that.
"Would that be so bad?" The question escapes before I can stop it.
"Yes." But he's moving closer, stalking me like prey. "Because once I start, I won't stop. And you're not ready for what I want to do to you."
"How do you know what I'm ready for?" My back hits the bar.
"Because you're a good girl playing cop." He cages me against the wood, his hands on either side of my hips. "And I'm a bad man who wants to corrupt you. Wants to make you beg. Wants to fuck that tight virgin cunt until you're addicted to my cock."
A whimper escapes my throat. I'm so wet I can feel it soaking through my jeans, so turned on I can barely think straight.
"Tomorrow," he says, his lips brushing my ear. "Nine AM. I'll give your precious statement. But after that?" His hand slides up my thigh, stopping just short of where I'm aching for him. "After that, you're going to owe me. And I always collect my debts, officer."
Then he releases me and steps back, leaving me trembling and desperate against the bar.
"See yourself out." He turns and walks toward the hallway. "And Collins? Wear something other than jeans tomorrow. I want to see those curves in a skirt."
He's gone before I can respond, leaving me alone in the clubhouse with my pussy throbbing and my mind spinning.
This was a terrible idea.
And I can't wait to see him again tomorrow.
Chapter 6 - Rookie
I make it to the hallway before I have to stop, pressing my forehead against the cool wall and taking a deep breath. My cock is so hard it's painful, throbbing in my jeans, demanding relief. The smell of her vanilla scent still clings to me, mixed with arousal… She was so fucking wet, I could smell it when I had her pinned against the bar.
I told a cop I wanted to fuck her virgin pussy until she was addicted to my cock. Right in the middle of the clubhouse. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I push off the wall and head back to the bar, needing alcohol to take the edge off. My hands shake slightly as I pour whiskey, downing it in one swallow before pouring another.
"That was quite a show." Beast's voice comes from behind me.
I turn to find him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his massive chest, beard hiding whatever expression might be on his face.
"Fuck off," I mutter, drinking the second whiskey.
"I saw everything." Beast moves into the room, his heavy footsteps echoing. "You had a cop pressed against the bar, telling her you wanted to fuck her. You realize how insane that is, right?"
"I know what I'm doing."
"Do you?" He grabs a beer from behind the bar, twisting the cap off. "Because from where I was standing, it looked like you were diving head first into something that's going to blow up in your face."
"She needed help." I pour another drink. "King approved the statement. It's handled."
"The statement is handled." Beast takes a long pull from his beer. "But that?" He gestures toward where Amanda was standing. "That's not handled. That's you taunting a cop right in the middle of our clubhouse, telling her all the filthy things you want to do to her."
"She liked it." The words come out defensive.
"I'm sure she did." Beast's expression softens slightly. "Look, I get it. She's hot. Those curves would make any man hard. But she's a cop, Rookie. And you hate cops more than anyone in this club."
"I know what she is."
"Then what's your endgame here?" Beast leans against the bar. "You give the statement tomorrow, help her keep her job, then what? You fuck her and walk away? You think she's the type who can handle that?"
