Vodka On The Rocks (The Uncertain Saints Book 3) (17 page)

I hadn’t asked why she’d been crying, and I hadn’t asked anything at all about Ridley. It’d all been very innocent, but with the way Ridley was looking at me, I could tell that I would be hearing about it sometime in the very new future. Possibly the minute I was outside.

“Yeah, but it wasn’t a date. It was a dinner,” I corrected her.

“Ahh,” she said, moving over to grab the arm of the suspect. “Well, we need to go and take the lovely diner to the clink. Is there anything else you’d like me to do before we leave?”

That was directed at Ridley.

“No. Just make sure you tell them at the precinct to put him in the cell with everyone else. If we’re lucky, they’ll beat the shit out of him, and make our lives easier. Explaining how a prisoner got so fucked up is difficult,” he looked pointedly at me.

I took a long sip of my beer, giving Ridley a ‘what did you want me to do?’ look.

He shook his head, grabbed the piece of shit by the other arm where he was sitting handcuffed at a table, and left without another word.

I looked over at Tasha, studying her face.

“Does it hurt?” I asked worriedly.

She shook her head. “No. It wasn’t that bad, I guess. It hurt at first, but now it’s fine.”

I swallowed thickly.

“Good,” I licked my lips, then looked at her unfinished food. “Are you going to eat that?”

She shook her head in the negative.

“No. I’m not hungry for steak anymore,” she whispered.

Then I finally looked, and I mean really looked, at her.

And I realized that she wasn’t being quiet…
she was turned on.

Way the fuck turned on.

“Are you…” I asked, eyes widening.

Her eyes narrowed in response. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I turned my head to find the waitress, suddenly all fired up in a hurry to get the fuck out of there.

“Ma’am,” I snapped, stopping the waitress before she could pass. “Can you get me my check?”

“Oh,” the woman replied. “It’s on the house.”

My eyebrows rose. “No shit?”

“Uh, no. No shit,” she giggled.

I gave her a thumbs up and downed what was left of my beer before I stood, offering Tasha my hand.

She took it, and my finger brushed her pulse, and I could feel it racing.

Her breathing was faster, and I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that we weren’t going to leave here without me having her.

It just wasn’t going to fucking happen.

Show me the candy…then I’ll get into the van.

-Coffee Cup

Casten

We got as far as the bathrooms as we passed.

Since the dinner rush was over …there weren’t many people here waiting to be seated, giving me the perfect opportunity to drag her into the men’s bathroom without anyone the wiser.

“Casten,” Tasha exclaimed in surprise. “What are you doing?” She pulled her hand. “Let’s
go
!”

“Ridley’s gonna be waiting for me outside and I have needs. There’s no way I’m going to be able to make it through a talk with him while I’m thinking about you and how hot you are surrounding my cock,” I informed her, pulling her to the furthest stall, the handicapped one again, and slamming the stall door shut.

I hadn’t bothered to turn on the light, so all that was illuminating the entire area was the red ‘EXIT’ sign above the door.

The moment I had the stall door closed, my mouth slammed down on hers.

Her arms circled my neck, and suddenly I didn’t have a calm and cool Tasha. Now what I had was a wild woman who was going fucking crazy.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot,” she whispered feverishly against my lips.

I chuckled darkly, moving my bristled beard down her neck to her shoulder, where I bit her lightly.

Her hips jerked like the bite to her shoulder went straight to her clit instead of where it had.

My hands tightened on her hips for a few seconds, stilling her movements, before I turned her around to face the wall.

I pressed my cock into her backside, grinding into her so hard that she was pressed flat against the wall once I was done.

“If I stuck my fingers in your pretty pussy right now, would you be wet?” I wondered aloud, my breath playing along her neck.

“Y-yes,” she stuttered, no denial in her tone.

“I bet you’ve wet your panties, haven’t you?” I murmured.

Her neck stretched, allowing her head to fall against my shoulder, as she shook her head.

“I don’t know.”

“Let’s find out,” I allowed my hands to move from her hips.

My fingers dipped down past the waistband of her silky little panties, and straight in between her thighs.

My middle finger skimmed along the lips of her sex, knuckles dragging along her panties.

She was soaked.

“It feels like you need to change your panties,” I said roughly, working my fingers up and down her sex, thoroughly coating each digit in her wetness before I shoved three fingers deep inside her.

She arched into the touch, grinding her ass back against me with jerky movements.

The heel of my palm rasped against her distended clit, making her hips move in a rhythm as she rode my hand.

Forward, back. Forward, back.

My other hand slipped up inside the bodice of her dress, heading straight for her nipples.

Once found, I rolled the buds in between my two fingers, gently tugging on the ring every once in a while, causing her to gasp.

My own nipples were responding to the stimulation of me rubbing against her back.

It was all an erotic sort of loop. I thrust my fingers inside her, she pushed back against my cock. She gasped when I rolled and pinched her nipples, my nipples rubbed against her shoulder blades.

We continued like that for long moments before I just couldn’t take it any longer, and ripped my hand out of her panties.

She groaned in disappointment, but I cheered her right back up again when I lowered the zipper of my jeans, wrangled my cock out of the hole, and lifted her dress up past her waist.

Tilting her hips back where I wanted them, I lined my cock up with her entrance and slowly eased inside, one slow inch at a time.

“
Fuuuck
,” I growled when I was only halfway in.

She was already clenching and unclenching around me, her pussy rippling in an impending orgasm.

Knowing she was close and that I wouldn’t last long past her release, I shoved forward, impaling her on my length.

She squeaked.

I covered her mouth.

The door opened.

The lights turned on.

My eyes closed.

Her pussy exploded.

My hips slammed into hers.

And we both came.

Me more quietly than her.

A man started using the urinal at the front of the bathroom, but I was too busy pouring my release into Tasha’s hot wet pussy to care.

My hand tightened minutely on her mouth when she gasped at the feel of my come spurting inside her, and she sagged in my arms.

Once I’d poured all of my release into her, I removed my hand from her mouth and encircled her with my arms.

One underneath her breast, and the other over the top.

The urinal flushed. The sink turned on, and the door opened and closed, leaving us once again in silence.

“What is it with you and handicapped bathroom stalls?” She whispered.

I grinned and pulled out of her.

She squeaked and darted her hand to catch the remnants of my release, causing me to laugh darkly.

“It’s futile,” I said. “Might work better if you just rubbed it into your skin.”

She gave me an incredulous look over her shoulder, and I stepped back with my hands up.

“Hand me some of that toilet paper,” she ordered, pointing to the dispenser.

I handed her the toilet paper and said, “I’m going to go outside. I’ll stop anyone that tries to come in, though. Okay?”

She nodded and started to clean herself, making my smile widen.

Then I took a seat…and waited. For a
long
time.

Twenty long minutes later, Tasha finally made her way out of the bathroom.

My eyes lit on the way she was walking, well waddling, and I grinned.

Standing, I held out my arm for her to take.

She did, and we walked in silence outside.

“A date with Freya?” Ridley asked with deceptive calm.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath. Taking Tasha’s hand, I led her over to the bike. “Let me go talk to him, or he’ll keep bothering the piss out of me until I do, and I’ll never get you under me at that rate.”

Tasha blushed and covered her mouth with her hand as she mounted the bike, then placed her helmet on. “Got it. Go. Talk…
fast
.”

I grinned and then jogged over to where Ridley was standing just inside the shadows cast by the streetlight above our heads.

“You never told me you had dinner with my woman,” Ridley said accusingly.

My brows rose at his use of ‘my woman.’

“Your ‘woman,’” I drawled, “was on the side of the road crying. I picked her up on my bike, called in a tow and took her to grab a bite to eat. It was an hour and a half tops, and she asked me not to tell you.”

Ridley’s eyes narrowed.

“Since when do you choose a woman over your brother?” Ridley asked through clenched teeth.

I shrugged.

“She asked me not to. It was innocent. And you never stop talking about your dead wife. How was I to know that she’s ‘your woman’?” I asked honestly.

Ridley lifted his lip in a silent snarl.

“Next time I will,” I held up my hands.

And I would.

If he wanted to know every detail there was to know about the woman, I’d give it to him.

Without protest.

“Thanks,” he said, his eyes going far away.

“You’re welcome. Anything new?”

“No. Not that I can…”

Ridley and I both stopped talking the moment the phone I now carried with me everywhere chimed.

Ridley was just as privy to the sound as I was, because I’d shown him only that morning how much the texting had escalated.

You look beautiful, but you should’ve been eating dinner with me, not with that piece of shit
.

“Fuck,” I said. “We’ll finish this tomorrow. I don’t like leaving her in the open like this.”

“I’ll see if I can run a trace when I get back to the office,” Ridley offered me his hand.

I took it and knocked shoulders with him.

“Night.”

Ridley nodded, jaw clenched, and walked to his cruiser that was parked in the back of the lot, opposite of where I was parked.

“Ready?” I asked her.

“Will you take me to get ice cream?” She rolled her bottom lip over in an adorable pout.

I paused, putting on my helmet.

“Uhh,” I hesitated. “I guess.”

I didn’t have a reason to say no, and if I did, she’d ask why. Then I’d have to explain to her that her situation was a little more serious than she knew.

Something that I didn’t want to do at this point.

I didn’t really want to take her to go get ice cream, not after the message I’d just gotten from the sick fucker stalking Tasha, but she looked so hopeful that I couldn’t tell her no.

“Yeah,” I agreed more firmly. “I can do that.”

We drove to the little yogurt shop that was on the outskirts of the city, and I pulled up next to a woman that was standing in the middle of a parking spot.

Luckily, my bike was small, because the woman looked back at me when she saw me and still didn’t deign to move.

“Move bitch,” I heard Tasha yell.

Shit.

The woman turned around.

“This spot is saved!” She yelled over the motor of my bike as I kicked my kickstand down.

I shrugged.

“Sorry,” I shut the bike off and got off.

The woman saving the spot moved closer to Tasha.

“Tell him to move!” she ordered. “I got someone parking here!”

“Umm,” Tasha snorted. “It looks to me like you don’t have anyone but us parking here. And you don’t save spots like that. There’s one directly across the street from here,” Tasha pointed.

The woman didn’t even move her eyes.

Instead she walked up beside the bike, and I growled.

“Do. Not. Touch.
My bike
,” I growled.

The woman’s eyes narrowed, and I looked to Tasha.

“What the hell is it with all these crazy fucks tonight?” I mumbled to her.

Tasha’s eyes were wide as we watched the woman that’d been trying to save the parking space get pissed.

“No. This parking spot was saved!” the woman screamed.

I raised a brow at her.

“You didn’t have anything saved. The world doesn’t work like that,” I said to her, walking around my bike.

The woman’s face became mottled with rage as she stared at me with accusing eyes.

I gave her my back and walked inside with Tasha.

“What kind are you getting?” Her eyes glazed over when she saw all the options in front of her.

I looked at the copious amount of flavors and became instantly overwhelmed.

“Vanilla,” I mumbled.

Tasha looked at me with suspicion. “I didn’t figure you as a vanilla kind of man.”

My brows rose. “You didn’t?” I asked. “What exactly did you figure me as?”

She grinned. “A rocky road with sugar sprinkles kind of man.”

I laughed, the worry from the day starting to melt away.

Tasha had the power to do that to me, though.

She was quite a woman, making my bad mood retreat, one kiss, witty comment, or caress at a time.

“Can I make yours for you?” she pleaded with her eyes.

I nodded.

“Go for it,” I offered.

She grinned and walked towards the bank of ice cream machines, allowing me to go to the window to see what the bitch from outside was doing.

And what I saw had the beast that Tasha just soothed rearing its ugly head again.

I pushed out of the yogurt shop so hard that the metal door slapped against the side of the building, then bounced back towards the frame the moment I cleared it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I roared.

The woman looked up guiltily. “I’m moving your bike.”