Copping To It (2 page)

Give it to me, Claire. Give me everything
you have.

But he hadn’t always been so articulate.
When she’d stroked him with her palm, he’d groaned his pleasure
unabashedly, instructing her with hot, guttural, broken words where
to touch him and how hard.

No, he wasn’t a reticent lover, but she had
to remember this wasn’t Ty. The person sprawled before her was the
cop, not the man. The one doing his “duty” while others, herself
included, got off on it.

“So what do you think, Fullerton?” Randall
taunted. “You think you can do a better job than Brea here?”

As soon as Randall said her name, Ty’s gaze
jerked to hers. He blinked, as if struggling to focus his vision.
Then, unlike his partner Luke, Ty couldn’t quite suppress the
surprise that flashed across his face. It took a few seconds, and
no one but her probably noticed, but he deliberately forced his
expression to go blank, then annoyed. He glared at Randall. “Who
the fuck is she, Jed?” he gritted out.

The blonde’s head didn’t stop bobbing for
one second.

As Ty’s gaze once more landed on Claire, a
conflagration of heat spread from the tips of her toes to between
her thighs and then to her extremities. She actually shuddered, and
it made her remember just how strong and unique her body’s response
to Ty was. Watching Randall fuck the woman outside had given her a
buzz of pleasure, but it had been nothing compared to this.

Randall laughed, the crude sound jarring her
out of her thoughts. “Finish first. Then we’ll talk.”

Finish?

Despite the arousal making her body tingle,
her mind automatically rebelled. Knowing what Ty was doing was one
thing. Watching him and imagining she was the one pleasuring him
was something else. But witnessing as he finished with another
woman’s mouth on him? No.

Her denial was a confusing, mingled mess of
contradictions. Possessiveness made her want to body slam the
blonde away from him. Yet she also feared that if she actually
watched Ty finish, no matter who it was that was getting him off,
she’d come right along with him. And how she would survive that
embarrassment she didn’t know.

But if she fought, Ty might be forced to
break his cover, and she knew how important it was to him to bring
the gang down. Ty suspected Hoyt had ordered the death of one of
his best friends. And even if it wasn’t true, regardless of what
she’d witnessed the past few days and whether she thought Randall
was truly dangerous or not, she knew Hoyt
was
dangerous, and
that the gang engaged in criminal activity and needed to be
stopped.

She couldn’t risk jeopardizing any progress
the cops had been making.

So she did the only thing she could do. She
closed her eyes and turned her head away.

Claire gasped when hard fingers grabbed her
jaw and jerked her head around.

“Keep your eyes on them, Ms. Fullerton.
After all, you might learn something. Consider it research.”

When she refused to open her eyes, Randall
yanked her hair again, this time cranking her head back so far that
she cried out in pain. Real fear swept through her, brief but
intense. Her eyes flashed open, automatically locking on Ty’s.

Fury flared in his gaze. His muscles tensed.
He looked like he wanted to chop off Randall’s hand and feed it to
him, and as much as she wanted to let that happen, she also knew
they were stuck. There was nothing they could do without blowing
Ty’s cover. So she mouthed “no” then snapped, “Get on it with it
then.”

The woman on her knees still
enthusiastically sucked Ty’s cock. Claire could tell by Ty’s ragged
breathing that he was close to the edge. She kept her eyes locked
on his rather than watch what the woman was doing to him. He never
looked away from her. In fact, she, rather than the sensations he
was experiencing, seemed to be his sole focus. His breathing grew
even more ragged. He released the woman’s hair and placed his
clenched fists on his thighs. Then, muscles trembling, he tilted
his head back, closed his eyes, and let out a long, guttural moan
as he came. The sound shivered through her body and straight to the
hot spot between her thighs. Ty sounded so much like he had on the
night they’d been together that she couldn’t help it. She shivered
and creamed her panties.

She knew without a shadow of a doubt that
when he’d closed his eyes and made the sound, he’d been feeling the
pleasure given to him by another woman, but he’d been thinking of
Claire.

***

“She’s all yours.”

Jed’s words should have made Ty happier than
a horny sailor with first dibs in a whorehouse. Instead, a feeling
of dread coursed through him as he stared into Claire’s eyes.

The room had cleared out; only three other
people remained. He’d hurriedly washed off in the dingy adjoining
bathroom, but shock still reverberated through his system. Claire
stared back at him with a mixture of defiance and fear. And yes,
even though she was obviously trying to hide it, arousal was there,
too. It was as if she knew he’d been thinking of her when he’d
come. He’d bet his pension that she was wet, and for a brief moment
he actually forgot the fucked up situation they were in. His mouth
watered at the thought of spearing her flesh with his tongue and
lapping all her sweet womanly juice up. Meanwhile, his dick jerked
at the realization that seeing him being blown by another woman had
turned her on. He’d suspected Claire had a kinky side when they’d
been dating, but she’d been so determined not to lose control, he’d
convinced himself he’d been imagining it. Now he knew he hadn’t
been.

With extreme effort, he broke eye contact
with her to face Jed. He cocked a brow and leaned further back in
his chair, knees splayed wide. “So what’s this about? I was just
getting started,” he grumbled.

Jed grinned. “I’m giving you an initiation
bonus. She’s yours.”

Ty didn’t so much as glance at Claire, but
he couldn’t help it — his cock hardened even more at the thought of
her being “his.” Of being able to do anything and everything he
wanted to her — like give her a screaming orgasm no matter how much
she fought it. Forcing her to lose control and give him everything
she had, just as he’d urged her in the past. Everything she was.
The good and the bad. Her soft, clean innocence as well as her
dark, sultry, down and dirty side that he’d instinctively known was
there.

Immediately, his mind zoomed back to the
night three months ago when he’d walked her to her door and kissed
her goodnight. Hell, he’d done more than just kiss her lips. He’d
dived straight into heaven for a hot-and-heavy make-out session
that had haunted his dreams. He’d acquainted himself with her body
— her lush curves, her slick secrets, the hitch in her breath and
the pitch of her moans when he hit a particularly sensitive
spot.

She’d especially liked it when he talked to
her. His voice in her ear had had the power to make her pussy
clench around his fingers as if it was trying to suck him inside
her. When he’d started to talk dirty, she’d clawed his back in her
excitement — right until she’d booted him out.

He hadn’t seen her since.

Now here she was, obviously under duress, a
prisoner of the very gang Luke and Ty and every other cop in the
city were trying to bring down.

Given the circumstances, his hard-on should
have made him feel like shit, but he had more important things to
worry about right now.

Like surviving the mess this sting had
become.

Like making sure Claire survived
unscathed.

And rerouting the blood from his dick back
to the other parts of his body before it busted through the zipper
of his jeans and leaped out at her. For a second, he stared at her.
Considered giving her what she so clearly craved — the cover of
duress so she could lose herself in her desires without any
guilt.

But he couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t. There
was no way he could be absolutely certain it was what she wanted,
and even if it was, she’d use it to push him away afterwards. He’d
already vowed to see her again after this sting was over. He wasn’t
going to give her any more ammo to keep him at arm’s length.

Standing, he strode to Jed, his movements
smooth and unconcerned. “I didn’t realize the terms of my
initiation had changed.”

Jed clasped a hand on his shoulder and
nodded. “You’re going to be one of us, brother. Provided you do
what has to be done. Tonight.”

Ty’s stomach tightened at the way Jed’s gaze
moved over his shoulder, landing on Claire in an appreciative
glance that suddenly had his nerves dancing a jig.

Shit.

He tried to look bored instead of grim. “So
who the fuck is she?”

“A reporter who was warned to stop sticking
her nose into Guardian business. She didn’t listen. So now it’s
your turn to persuade her. By being friendly, of course.”

Ty smirked and nodded despite the turmoil
inside him.

There’s nothing friendly about rape, you
motherfucker
.

Nothing he’d read or seen about Jed
indicated he’d allow an un-consenting woman — even one who’d stuck
her nose into Guardian business — to be raped in his presence. In
fact, something about the man’s affiliation with the gang had
seemed off. He and Luke had even considered approaching him to turn
state’s witness, but had decided the move was premature. Obviously,
that had been the wise choice given where Jed seemed to be
heading.

Behind him, he heard Claire’s renewed
struggle in objection to Jed’s words. Suddenly, she gasped and
stopped fighting. Obviously Tom, the big brute who Jed had handed
her off to, had had something to do with that.

Where the hell was Luke? If things got ugly,
he’d need his partner to back him up. It would mean both their
covers would be blown, but together they’d have a better chance of
actually getting Claire out of here safely.

Deliberately, he kept his gaze off her. Off
Tom, the man whose fingers he wanted to break one by one for daring
to touch her. “I made my choice, and Brea’s been doing just
fine.”

Jed scowled. “This one will be more fun to
watch.”

Imagining Claire bare and beneath him while
others watched would have been a turn on under different
circumstances; imagining it
here
, with these men watching
and with real fear darkening her eyes, made nausea roll through
Ty’s stomach. “No,” he gritted out.

“You’re refusing a senior member’s
orders?”

A tense silence stretched between them and
Ty bit back a curse. He forced himself to turn and meet Claire’s
gaze directly.

He’d already shown Jed he wasn’t a man to
kowtow to others, but they were talking about his initiation into
one of the city’s biggest, baddest and most elusive gangs. To get
inside, to be able to stop the insidious drug crimes the gang
perpetrated, and to avenge his friend Paul who’d been killed during
a drug raid gone bad, Ty had sacrificed months of his life. Hell,
he’d even let them tat him with an obnoxious skull and cross bones
on fire on his left forearm.

And yes, he was okay with screwing a willing
woman in front of the gang and letting a brother or two join in. He
wasn’t, however, going to let that woman be Claire. No chance in
hell. Especially because the fear in her eyes was now overshadowing
any hint of excitement. Claire might get turned on watching sex
play, but obviously the idea of her being the evening’s
entertainment for a bunch of gang members didn’t have the same
effect. He turned back to Jed. “To prove my loyalty to the gang,
Brad ordered me to shoot my seed inside a female of my choice and
to do it in front of the brothers. I did it. I’m in. Your attempt
to change the terms now is an insult. If you want, I’m more than
happy to let Brea have another go.”

Whatever Tom had done to restrain Claire
minutes earlier still allowed her small gasp to be heard. Was he
imagining hurt in the sound? Jealousy?

“C’mon, man. What’s wrong with you? This
bitch is hot.”

Ty turned to face her again, but this time
ran his gaze up and down her body. Hot was an understatement. With
the bountiful curves of a 50s pin-up model, the bone structure of a
goddess, and the lips of a porn star, she was a wet dream whether
it was morning, noon, or night. Her breasts were heavy globes
topped with what he knew were dark nipples that fit perfectly
inside his mouth. She was also a workaholic with obviously more
guts than good sense, and her tailored, buttoned-up clothes
definitely screamed “repressed.”

“She looks like she hasn’t been laid in a
few years. I want to enjoy my initiation, not give a sex ed
lesson.”

That elicited a sound of fury from her. “You
bastard —” Her response was cut off when Tom laughed and slapped
his hand over her mouth. Above his beefy hand, however, her light
green eyes lasered into him with the promise of retribution.

He mentally shrugged. If he’d insulted her,
he’d accomplished his goal, but he’d still spoken the truth. She’d
admitted it had been a long time for her, and he hadn’t doubted
her. He still didn’t. The same wasn’t true for her reason for
dumping him — their incompatible personalities and her busy work
schedule. When he’d persisted, she’d told him his job was a turn
off for her. It was all bullshit. If the situation wasn’t such a
damn dangerous one, he would’ve actually enjoyed how the tables had
turned.

Knowing it was expected of him, he moved
closer until he towered over her. Tom moved his hand away from her
mouth. Ty brushed his fingers across her cheek and leaned down
until his nose touched hers. “Sorry if it disappoints you, baby,
but I don’t do women who look like they don’t swallow let alone
suck dick with expertise.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, then pressed
her lips tightly together as if to hold back her retort. Too bad.
He would have loved to hear her response. He had no doubt that when
Claire Fullerton let herself go, she was a sight to behold — in bed
and out.