SAVING REBEL: Renegade Rebels Motorcycle Club (28 page)

“Wait.” I stopped him, as he started to come towards me, his hard cock at rapt attention between his legs. “Wait?” He looked at me, confused and curious. “Your cut.” I said, trying not to crack a smile. “Put it back on.” His laughter roared through the apartment, but after looking at me for a moment, he shook his head and 
retrieved it from the floor.

“Alright, alright...” he smiled down at me, descending on me with the tight black leather vest framing his 
perfectly sculpted abs, “the lady gets whatever she wants.”

His brought his lips to mine, but stopped short of meeting them. Playfully, he looked down at me, his charm 
melting every cell in my body.

“The lady gets what she wants AFTER I get dessert!” His lips brushed against mine lightly and he leaned 
back, gripping my panties with both hands, as my pussy quivered in anticipation. The cloth pressed against my
hips hard before it ripped from my body, leaving a thin, red line on my ass.

My eyes fluttered and my head fell back at the first touch of his mouth. His tongue slid inside my lips and into my center, licking, tasting and fucking my welcoming sex. My legs widened and snaked around his shoulders as he moaned into me, ravishing my flesh with his hungry mouth. I pulled him into me as waves of pleasure poured over me. All thoughts fell from my mind, as I relaxed into his gorgeous assault and lost myself in blissful abandon.

His soft mouth worked against my tender clit, pushing me to the edge, and then pulling me back before I could find my release. He teased me, back and forth, harder and lighter and then faster and slower, over and over until I was thrashing on the bed before him, my naked body open and splayed out before him, begging him not to stop. His fingers slid into my slippery center, fucking into me harder and harder as his strong, full lips sucked on my engorged clit. I came against him in convulsing waves of blissful release, my voice crying out into the night as he held onto my hips, his strong fingers fucking into me until my hips softened against him.

He crawled up to me, kissing me gently as I lay below him, melting under his spell.

Quivering beneath him, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he entered me smoothly. Rocking into him, our bodies began moving together, urgently reaching for a shared pleasure, searching for that primal, savage connection that can only be found in such raw moments. Sliding into my clenching pussy, his cock swelled and his thrusts grew stronger and harder as I softened below him, submitting to his hungry need by opening to his sweet assault.

I looked up at him, his hard face turned soft and beautiful in the throes of his passion. Faster, harder, he fucked into me with skillful precision. The determination and strength he possessed only added to my need for this man. The raw masculinity that poured off of him made him the most irresistible thing I had ever come across. Tightening my legs around him and grabbing onto his leather, I held on for what seemed like hours as he continued burying his hard cock into me, fucking me in every direction and from every angle he wanted to. Moaning and pressing up into him, blissfully opening up to him, I begged him to fuck me harder and deeper. Slamming into me, he grew still and his engorged cock twitched inside of me.

The sun had set, and rising outside of my window, the light of the full moon spilled into my room, shadows dancing across Crow's cut and tattooed skin as the wet warmth of his passion poured into me. I sighed below him, my body melting into the bed, completely spent and blissful, the smell of leather, sweat and sensual musk filling the air.

CHAPTER TEN

The sound of the shower woke me up. It was still dark out, so we couldn't have slept more than an hour or so. I had never fallen asleep so peacefully in my life. Crow was solid and real. And he reminded me so much of my past. I felt so completely at home in his presence. I felt protected when he was around, and that was what was the oddest thing of it all. I didn't need protecting, I could protect myself very well. It was some vague sense of safety that was missing when I was alone, and when Crow was around, it wasn't missing anymore.

I heard the shower stopping, and smiled to myself at the thought of a very naked Crow standing wet and dripping in my bathroom. Stretching under the covers of my bed, I sighed, hoping he would let me lick the drops of water from his skin when he returned. I knew at some point we would have to get up and actually eat the dinner I had prepared, but none of that seemed important now that we were already in bed.

Softly and quietly, he returned to the bedroom. I felt his presence before I opened my eyes to drink his deadly sexiness. The glint of silver caught my eye and I tried to focus in the dark. Crow was standing at the side of the bed, deliciously naked, with his hair wet and dripping around his shoulders. My eyes blinked as I took in the medallion around his neck.

It was large, silver and very familiar. My police badge.

I jumped up off of the bed and our eyes locked. For the faintest second before his rage set in, his blue eyes flashed with pain. He looked at me questioningly, and as I stood there as naked as he was, I found myself unable to form any words at all.

My heart sank when I realized my fairy tale ending had come and gone. My shoulders slumped in defeat, and I looked at him sadly. “I'm so sorry.” “You're sorry?!” He stormed over to me, and the anger in his eyes shook me to my core. “You're a cop? Why are you fucking me and cooking me dinner, if you are a mother fucking cop? What the 
fuck is going on?”

“Crow, wait – just listen. I can help you.” What the hell was I talking abou
t?

“I don't need your help! Cops don't help, they just fuck you over. And lie.” The look of disdain on his face
was like a slap to mine. I started to come to my senses a little. How did he find my badge, anyway? I had it tucked away in a suitcase under my bed. “And trick you into thinking they want other things too, apparently. If you're supposed to be undercover, you've done a really awful job. Sleeping with the suspect? Is that allowed? Are you going to put that in your report, Krys? Oh, wait, I bet Krys isn't even your name, is it? Stupid me. I can't believe I fell for your act.”

The words hurled into my face like a hail storm, and I took each blow like an arrow to the heart. He threw on his clothes quickly, as I stood there watching him helplessly.

“I'm so sorry. Please listen.” I begged, watching him put on his boots and slide his cut back over his shoulders.

“I didn't want to lie to you, Crow. I love -” I stopped abruptly, realizing I was just about to profess my love to a man who was looking at me like he could murder me at any second.

“You what?” His voice was eerily quiet as he leaned into me. “Did you say love? What a joke. This has all been a complete lie. I told you things I wouldn't say to anyone, and you made me believe you actually cared. Fuck you.” He looked deep into my eyes, his rage boiling off of him. “That's definitely not love.”

He threw the badge on my bed and stormed out of my bedroom. As I followed him down the hall, visions of him throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me to the bedroom flashed in my head, and my heart broke into pieces.

When he reached the door, he turned to me and pinned me against the wall.

“There's three reasons I'm not killing you. One, because I know my MC hasn't done anything illegal. I know you didn't find a fucking thing, whatever it was you were looking for. Next, because you are obviously really awful at your job and I feel bad for you. You almost had me there for a bit, but what kind of undercover cop leaves her badge on top of her towels in the bathroom cabinet? You might want to find another line of work.” He pulled back, looking at my naked body that he had just been tangled up in ecstasy with. “And last, because you were a really good fuck. With a pussy like that, I should have known you were too good to be true.”

He turned on his heel, his footsteps echoing as he walked out of my life. I locked the door and fell onto the floor into a sobbing puddle of confusion, disappointment, and fear.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Tommy, listen something isn't right. Someone was in my apartment, and I'm pretty sure it was Pete. I saw him by my door, and he told me he had come to tell me Crow was going to be late. I'm certain he broke into my apartment and moved my badge so Crow would find it.”

I sat in Tommy's rundown office once again, trying to come to some solution to this entire situation. After the horrible scene with Crow, I cried as I threw away the cold steaks, packed up and left the next morning, reluctantly returning to my old apartment and my old life. Whatever that was. I felt so lost and I wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed with Crow and pretend none of this had happened. But since I couldn't do that, and Tommy was determined not to let me fall into some deep depression and hide under the covers for the next few months, I wanted to find a way to help Crow, even if I wasn't on the case anymore.

“Liv, I know you got close to this guy. Too close. I really didn't mean for that to happen. I knew it was a risk, but I was hoping for the best. I'm sorry you got hurt in the process. It all happened very quickly, so hopefully you will get over it just as fast. But we have to be real careful here about who we are accusing of what. The DA isn't going to let any of this go, and whatever we report to him he is going to use against Crow in the worst way possible.”

“Tommy, I know what I saw. Pete had the cocaine in his hand, and he was standing behind the desk. The very desk they supposedly found a brick of cocaine in that the DA is saying belonged to Mr. C. There's a lot more going on behind the scenes there, and I didn't have time to see it, but I have a very strong suspicion that Pete and the DA are behind something really shady here. Do you think Pete could be working for the DA? Is he the other mole? I didn't think so at first, because he used to hang around the Blackhearts, but now I do. I just don't know why he would go to such lengths to expose me to Crow? If he is working for the DA then he must know I'm the other cop.”

“Liv, I'm sorry. I don't have any answers for you. But you're right. There's a lot more going on behind the scenes than either of us has been informed of. It's best you're off the case, and I'm glad that you weren't harmed. It would have killed me if something had happened to you.”

“Whose idea was it for me to be sent there, Tommy?” “What do you mean?” “Well, I thought it was you, but now I'm thinking something else. Did the DA ask for me specifically?” “Well, yes, I suppose so. He did press the issue a little. He knew you were graduating and he mentioned in

passing a while back that he had something perfect for you.” “Something isn't right, Tommy.” I repeated. “And I think Pete has a big part in it.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

The next two weeks were excruciating. My days were spent constantly thinking about Crow and waiting for any word from Tommy, and jogging obsessively to attempt to distract myself, to no avail. Crow was under my skin. After debating back and forth with myself repeatedly, I knew what I had to do.

I couldn't let Ol' Cyclops the DA bring down a club that didn't appear to be doing anything wrong. I had to let Crow know what I thought was going on, and let him deal with the information however he saw fit. I was hoping like hell I could do this without Tommy finding out, but that depended on what Crow decided to do once I told him.

I watched the clubhouse for hours before I finally saw Pete leave alone. When I pulled up on my bike, I instantly knew I wasn't welcome. If the vibe didn't hit me, the death glares from Mr. C and Pockets definitely let me know how they felt about me. I parked my bike, determined not to let them scare me away before I had a chance to see Crow.

“Crow around?” I asked as they both sauntered up to me, their chins upturned in defiance as they blocked my path to the clubhouse door.

“That depends. Who's asking? A pig or a bitch?” Pockets laughed at Mr. C's joke. “I'm not here on business. I just need to talk to Crow. Please let me go in, or tell him I'm here. I see his bike 
right there.”

“Listen, little lady,” Mr. C leaned in close to me, his whiskey breath stronger than ever. “You might have 
some nice titties, but it don't matter how pretty they are - there's always another pair that aren't attached to a dirty fucking badge. Crow doesn't want to have anything to do with you. And if I find out it was you that set me up and planted that cocaine,” his voice turned to a snarl and his eyes glinted with rage, “I can guarantee those tits won't be pretty anymore after I get a hold of them.”

“You're lucky that Crow is protecting you now, as a matter of fact. If it weren't for him, bitch, we would have already come to visit you.” Pockets voice was rough and just as angry as his friend's.

So Crow was protecting me? That was a good sign, one that I was extremely thankful for. Things had seemed extremely quiet the last few weeks, and now I knew why.

“Listen, will you just go tell him I'm here, and ask him if he will listen to me for a minute? I have important things I need to explain to him. Trust me, he will want to hear it.” My voice was shaking, and I realized in that moment exactly how much this meant to me, how much he meant to me. I didn't care about my job at all. I knew I should. I had worked so hard to get there, and I wanted to make Tommy proud, but I couldn't do that at Crow's expense. If I let this go, and didn't try to make things right, I knew it would haunt me for the rest of my life. I couldn't handle seeing Crow be punished for some asshole's ego trip.