“Need isn’t the word for it, Grace. I’m gonna fuck you now.”
Clutching her hips, I flip her around and pull up her skirt, exposing her ass. It’s a good ass. I’m gonna fuck that too. Not tonight, but when I have more time, when I’ve got her in my bed instead of pulled over and handcuffed on a dark back road, her perfectly shaped ass is mine.
I’ve got a finger hooked in the waistband of her thong, ready to tear it down her legs, when the road ahead is suddenly illuminated with a bright white light. Headlights.
Fuck my fucking life.
Quickly, I fix Grace’s skirt and spin her around. Then I turn away from the road and adjust my dick. It’s still rock hard and fighting to escape when blue and red lights flash.
“Great,” I mutter. “Fucking cops.”
Grace snorts. “You’rea cop too, Decker.”
“Yeah, but I’m one of the fun ones. Say nothing,” I warn as the cruiser rolls to a stop.
When the passenger window lowers and Allen leans out, I exhale a deep, calming breath, once again using the skills forced into me in therapy to keep my fucking lid from popping off.
He zeroes in on Grace, the wheels in his head already turning, a question on his lips. I know how this could look. I can’t be fucking with a woman who shares DNA with the president and the VP of the Sinners.
I have to play this right.
“Decker,” he says, tilting his head. “Shouldn’t you be at a desk doing Miller’s paperwork?”
I throw Miller a look, and he shrugs from the driver’s seat. “All hands on deck with the festival tonight, Sergeant.”
He hums, his elbow resting on the open window frame. “Spending a little time with the She-Donovan?”
With a smirk, I say, “Oh, Grace and I were just having a little conversation about her attitude.”
Grace narrows her eyes, jaw ticking, her focus flitting from me to Allen. Like that first night, she can sense the danger. She was right to be worried then, to feel unsafe, and she’s right to feel that now.
“Is that right? Do you have attitude problem, Donovan?” he asks her.
She stays silent.
Like Axe said, I have to get back on Allen’s good side. While he might not want to start braiding each other’s hair with anything short of an official Sinner arrest, I need to build that bridge back.
God, I fucking hate myself sometimes.
Before Grace can react, I grab her by the throat and pull her into me. She yelps in surprise, confusion marring her face.
“The sergeant asked you a question, Grace,” I bark, tightening my grip.
She jumps, her eyes going wide. It’s like a knife to the gut.
“Do you have an attitude problem?”
No words. Another one of our standoffs. But I can’t afford to lose this round. Not in front of Allen. To encourage a response, I press down on her windpipe, suppressing the air from flowing into her lungs.
“Don’t make me ask again,” I say.
“N-no,” she sputters.
I squeeze harder. “No, what?”
“N-no, sir,” she coughs out.
Gut twisting, I release her, thrusting her back a little too hard.
