Bad to the Bone (Wicked Reads) (2 page)

Inquisitively, his fingers pressed and
prodded along the smooth linen of her shirt up from her hip to her
waist. Her breasts swelled as his fingertips lingered just below
the swells. He pressed her back against him. As she moved into him,
he cupped her right breast, his thumb brushing against the
nipple.

Olivia gasped and swallowed hard. A deep
feral sound rumbled in his chest. His fingers dipped into her bra,
his skin warm and rough against her smoothness. In one swift
action, he snapped the front clasp open, and her breasts tumbled
from the impeding lingerie. Their warmth spilled into his hand.

Olivia closed her eyes and almost gave
herself up to him. At the last moment, she pulled back.

“If the camera in your squad car is working,
you’re in big trouble,” she said softly.

His body stiffened. He moved back from her
but kept his grip on her arm. He steered her away from the front of
his car, then down between their cars and towards the wooded side
of the shoulder to the passenger side of his car.

As they approached, Olivia balked. What was
he going to do to her? He pressed her face first onto the hood of
his car and, with his booted foot, spread her legs at her ankles.
Her adrenaline spiked. It caught fire when he ran his hand along
her leg, up from her knee to just beneath her short pleated skirt.
The skin on skin contact was almost too much for her. He wrapped a
finger around the top of her garter strap and slowly pulled it,
then let go. The sound startled her but the sharp pinch of it
snapping against her heated flesh forced a moan from her lips.

“You like the pain?” he roughly asked.

Yes, she liked it. Because it masked the real
pain.

He snapped the garter against her flesh
again. Olivia gasped and bit her bottom lip. Her skin flashed with
heat, her womb constricted, her breasts filled as her sensitive
nipples strained for attention.

His calloused fingers slid up the sleek warm
skin of her leg. Olivia held her breath. Her honeyed cream had
seeped to the inside of her thighs where they met her pussy. She
felt his reaction the minute his fingertips slid along the slick
warmth. His cock flared against her back.

“You are a very improper lady, Ms. Connor.”
With his free hand, he cupped her ass and spanked her—hard. She
cried out in surprised pain. But her ass warmed in his hand and so
did the wet flesh between her thighs.

“So arrest me,” she gasped as he slid a thick
finger along her full weeping nether lips, then lazily swirled it
around her stiff clit.

Oh, dear lord that felt so good.

“It would be my pleasure,” he said. “But
first things first.” His fingers gently plucked her clit, held it,
then pressed and pulled in a slow slick cadence even as his free
hand plucked and pulled at her nipple in the same desirous cadence.
She moaned and moved her body in perfect synchronicity.

Warm lips pressed against her neck and teeth
grazed along her pulsing jugular. Her pussy wept for more.

Olivia sucked in great amounts of air as she
liquefied. Sensations overloaded her entire body. In the distance,
the roar of an orgasm approached. She strained harder against his
magic hands, the roar became louder, closer—

The sound of an approaching car added to her
tension. Instinct told her to freeze, to hide, but her body was too
hot to do either. “Stay still,” he said from behind her as the car
approached.

Olivia bit her lip and squeezed her eyes
shut, steeling every muscle against the erotic starbursts that
radiated from her clit. She was so close. The car slowed and, as
she peeked through narrowed eyes at the passenger who craned his
neck to see what was going on, the cop yanked her back against him
and turned her away. He slid his big hand down the front to her
skirt and pressed her mound. She nearly came.

The car slowed to a stop just past her car.
Olivia held her breath. The cop behind her cursed softly. He held
her to one side of him and pulled his high-powered flashlight from
the side pocket of his cargo pants. He flashed it toward the car
and the driver got the message. He hit the gas and took off.

The sound of creaking leather preceded the
clink of metal just before she felt him cuff her wrists in front of
her. When Sergeant Steamy yanked her against him, the move nearly
triggered her climax.

He pushed her chest down across the hood of
his car. Her bottom, bare save for her garters, was fully exposed
to the sultry night air. He grabbed her ass cheeks and slowly
massaged them as he leaned over her, pressing his hard-on against
the back of her thigh. “You have the right to remain silent,” he
hoarsely whispered against her ear.

Her reaction was immediate. Her body flared,
her pussy slickened. He slipped a hand along her hot ass cheek, and
dragged a fingertip along her anus. She pushed against him. His
other hand slid down her other ass cheek to her swollen pussy.
Slowly, he traced the sensitive outer lips. Tormentingly slow, he
stoked her to liquid heat. He pushed her to the edge only to pull
back. Teasing, taunting, wicked. She could barely breathe.

She could not stand the tension. She wanted,
needed more.

“Please,” she begged. She had never begged a
man before. Not for sex. He dipped a finger into her hot creamy
pussy. Her body shuddered.

His raspy voice burned against her back.
“Anything, you say can be used against you in a court of law.”

She could not breathe. Her legs wobbled. She
knew somewhere in her psyche that what he was doing was wrong, what
they
were doing was wrong. But every touch, every scent,
every breath of what they were doing turned her on.

His finger pressed deeper. Olivia cried out
as he hit that soft, tender, and oh-so-sensitive place inside of
her. In an agonizingly slow in and out, he finger fucked her. Her
body accepted him with an alarming lack of inhibition. Her
sensibilities told her to tell him to stop. But tonight? Tonight
wasn’t about being sensible. Tonight, here and now, was about
feeling good. She had been feeling bad for so long.

Roughly, he pulled off the clip holding her
hair in a tight bun. The silent rush of the strands against her
shoulders startled her. He pressed his nose to her hair and
inhaled. His body stiffened behind her. With his free hand, he
grabbed thick hanks of her hair, pulling her head toward his chest
so that her back arched into a C. His finger moved deeper into her
as her hips rose higher and moved at a frantic pace.

She wanted more.

“You,” he rasped, “have the right to an
attorney.”

Olivia cried out when he slid his finger from
her. The subtle sound of a zipper sliding open had her dripping
with anticipation.

“If you cannot afford an attorney,” he
thickly said, then pressed her flat against the hood of his car
before spreading her thighs with his knee. “One will be,” he
continued from behind her, pushing his thick shaft slowly into her,
filling her with such fevered abandon she truly thought she would
explode.

Olivia closed her eyes and smiled. Dear all
that was holy and unholy but she had never been fucked like this
before.

“Provided for you,” he finished. He filled
her as full as physically possible. Olivia gasped, her fingers
stretched out, wanting to dig her nails into something and trying
hard to collect her breath and breathe.

“Do you,” he breathed, grasping her hips,
“understand these rights, as I have explained them to you?”

Olivia nodded, not trusting her voice.

“Say it,” he roughly said, grinding his hips
against her ass.

“Yes!” Olivia cried. “Yes!”
God,
yes!

“Good,” he crooned.

His hips began the slow sensuous movements as
old as time. He pushed her closer to the edge of sanity with each
deep, powerful thrust. His holstered gun swept along the side of
her hip each time he plunged into her, then each time he slowly
withdrew. The handcuffs bit into her delicate wrists. The pain,
entwined with the scintillating sensations of his cock and her
steamy pussy, was the perfect cocktail for complete
devastation.

“When I’m done with you here, I’m going to
call for backup and fuck you in front of my entire squad,” he said,
swirling and grinding his hips into her.

In her present state, the idea of her naked
and being taken in front of men just like him titillated her beyond
any sexy dream she’d ever had. Because even in her wildest dreams,
she had never dreamt of exhibition sex. She was a good girl, a
kindergarten teacher! Not a porn star! She moaned, her subconscious
unwilling to judge as all her years of training, behaving, and
following the rules.

Her pelvic bone pressed against the bend of
the fender, perfectly meeting her sensitive clit. Wild, wanton
thoughts, coupled with the hot cock thrusting in and out of her,
had her body straining at the seams. She was on the verge of
complete and utter annihilation. The honeyed lining of her pussy
wept, giving his thick length complete access to her. He grabbed
her by a hank of hair. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her… unless she
begged him to.

Her back arched, his hips thrusting with
piston precision into her.

“Damn you, Olivia,” he cursed and pushed her
over the brink.

She screamed. The orgasm ripped through her,
tearing up her nerve endings, shattering what little control
remained. He dug into her, throbbing, pulsing, punishing, pushing
her orgasm to higher heights.

For a crazy moment, she couldn’t see. She
could only feel.

“Oh, God,” she screamed as the next layer of
her was peeled off.

His strong arm slid around her belly. He
pulled her up and turned her around. She cried out, her orgasm
hanging suspended in the air, unquenched. He lifted her onto the
edge of the hood and pulled her onto his thick, glistening cock.
She reached up with her handcuffed hands and wrapped her arms
around his strong neck. She cried out as he filled her to full.
With his right arm around her lower back and backside, he clasped
her left thigh, holding her steady.

She closed her eyes and let her head fall
back. His lips sunk into her neck. She let out a long hissing
breath. What he did to her was simple, primitive fucking. Nothing
she had ever done had ever felt so right. His lips tore at her
skin, traveled down her neck to the hard tips of her breasts. Then,
capturing one nipple between his lips, he suckled hard. Her
suspended orgasm dropped and shattered into thousands of pieces as
he pumped into her and assaulted her breasts.

She grabbed his uniform collar and wrapped
her long legs around his waist. His body quickened, his skin
flushed, and then he lost it.

She clasped her muscles around his cock and
began to milk him, slowly, madly, completely, reveling in his
powerful thrusts, his ultimate claiming of her.

“Livia!” he cried out and jammed his body
into hers. In that one precise moment, Olivia knew what it meant to
connect. Theirs was a primal one, based on nothing more than lust.
But it was so profound it shook her to her foundation. And
terrified her.

“Stop,” she gasped, trying to push him out of
her.

Dazed green eyes stared at her as if she had
just asked him to cut his dick off. Olivia shook her head, fighting
the hot onslaught of tears that welled.

“No,” she said lifting her hands from around
his neck.

“Livia,” he said, confusion contorting his
features.

“Take these off of me,” she demanded, nearly
hysterical.

He quickly unlocked the handcuffs. They fell
to the ground. She turned to move past him. He reached out. She
whirled, putting her hands up in the stop position. “Don’t.” She
adjusted her blouse, smoothed her skirt, and stumbled toward her
car.

He didn’t stop her. He stood stoically,
watching silently as she turned the car and drove past him, their
gazes meeting, locking, then separating as she sped past.

Emotion she couldn’t identify slammed through
her.

As she approached the light she’d run, her
cell phone lit up, then rang to the tune of George Thorogood’s
Bad to the Bone
. “Hello,” she said, closing her eyes.

“Did I hurt you, Livia?” his deep voice
tenderly asked.

Warmth washed through her. The tenderness in
his voice nearly did her in. Vaden was
not
touchy feely. Not
that way anyway. His question and tone shook her. She looked in the
rearview mirror, expecting to see his squad car. But, thankfully,
he was giving her space.

“No, Sergeant.”

“Knock that off, Liv. Fantasy fuck is over.
This is me you’re talking to.”

Ah, there he was, bad to the bone Vaden
Holbrook. Him she could deal with. “I’m fine. I’m going home.”

“Good call.” He hung up.

But that didn’t mean he was gone. She knew
he’d hang back and make sure she arrived home safe and sound. She
couldn’t help a smile as she caught a glimpse of his patrol car
prowling by just as her garage door began to close. A different
kind of warmth filled her. She closed her eyes and could still feel
his hot skin against hers. The dominance of his touch. His
commanding presence. The scent of their sex wafted to her nose. She
wanted him again. And with her want, her fear of what he was
beginning to mean to her caught fire.

Chapter Two

Olivia stood at the garage door to her house
for a long time. It hadn’t gotten easier—coming home to an empty
house. The last year still seemed surreal to her. Tommy’s presence
lingered, even though she had finally, just two months ago, cleaned
out his closet and drawers. She’d sold his truck, given his golf
clubs to her brother, and the balance of his personal belongings to
his siblings. The only reminder of him, of the life that they had
shared, was his wedding ring she kept in her jewelry box, a few
pictures, and the folded flag from his casket.