Chapter 14

Dani

"More," I whined, not sounding anything like myself. What the hell was I doing? Was I really in a store room with Johnny? Were we fucking?

Pressure built in my stomach as he brushed his rough fingers back and forth over my clit as he fucked me nice and slow. There was no way he'd gotten more than a few inches inside of me. He was too big. Way too big.

"Let it go for me. Use my fingers, Dani." He licked the side of my throat as I screamed and bucked against him.

Every ounce of passion I had in me unleashed. Life was short and fucked up. I didn't want to question my motives or if what we were doing was okay. It wasn't, and I didn't fucking care.

"Turn me," I mumbled as I tried to keep my legs from giving out.

He moved back and helped me turn around, reaching for me as I slid my hands up his chest. "That feel good, Kitten?"

"Yes. I want more." I clasped my hands behind his neck and lifted to my toes. "Pick me up."

"Let’s get a rubber." He extended his hand, taking one from me as I moved down and pulled one out from the holster on my thigh. He smiled. "You know how hot that is?"

"This isn't me."

"No, baby. It is you. The girl you were a week ago wasn't you." He pulled me closer and picked me up. "Ride my dick real good for me, hm?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Just don't stop."

"I don't plan to." Johnny pressed me to the wall and gripped my bare ass, pulling hard on it as he thrust and filled me up. "There's home."

"Johnny!" I tightened my grip on him as pleasure mixed with pain raged through me. "Too much."

"No. Not enough." He leaned down and kissed the tops of my breasts above my dress, biting and sucking at my skin as I lifted up and worked us both into a frenzy.

"Harder." I dug my nails into the top of his back.

He glanced up, and evil filled his beautiful face. "Like this?" He slammed into me, forcing my legs to open wider. I jolted at the impact and moaned at the pleasure. Something about having him barely control his violence set me on edge.

I nodded. "Yeah. Again."

He didn't let up until I was sagging against him, my body having orgasmed three times since he slid inside of me. He kissed the side of my mouth and massaged my ass with his strong hands, slowing down.

"My turn." He buried his face against the side of my neck. "Hold me, Danielle."

I mumbled my yes and wrapped my arms around him. It was easy to focus on the power of his muscles as they contracted, on the deep sound of his breathing, on the way his thighs shook as he rocked himself in and out of me slowly.

He needed a little more than I was giving. Something extra.

"I love the way you feel pressed against me." I kissed his ear as he shuttered and moaned. "So powerful and big. You'd protect me if I needed you to, wouldn't you, Johnny."

"Yes, baby. I would." He shuttered again and moved back, pressing his forehead against mine. "Forgive me, okay?"

I nodded, not understanding, but it was irrelevant. I just wanted to feel him let go. "Come for me. Come in me."

"Shit." He pressed his lips to mine and groaned his orgasm against my mouth as he bucked against me, slamming me into the wall a few more times.

I ignored the pain and held on tightly.

"Goddamn woman." He moved us over to a pile of boxes and sat down, forcing me to stay in his lap as his cock pulsed deep inside of me. "Why didn't you make me take you back home with me? We could pass out in the bed together."

I ran my fingers through his hair and around to his beard as I leaned in to kiss him several times. "I'm not the snuggling type."

He gave me a look. "Lies."

"No, I get too hot to sleep." I smiled and kissed him once more before getting up. "Did you tell Jason to run?"

"Yeah. I did." He stood up and pulled the condom off. "He's my flesh and blood, Dani."

"Do you think he will?" I found my panties and put them on as I watched him.

"I don't know. It's the moment of truth for him, you know?" He moved toward me still fully dressed with his cock hanging out.

I reached over and tucked it back in his jeans before zipping and buttoning them for him. "Well, if he doesn't run, then I'll fight for him."

"You're not pissed?" He cupped my face and looked down at me that way I had wanted a man to look at me since I realized I had raging-ass hormones pumping through me.

"No. I understand what you did. I'd have done the same for my sister."

"What was her name, Danielle?" He brushed his thumbs over my cheeks and leaned in to kiss me softly. "Tell me."

"No. It hurts too much to think about her. Please, don’t make me." My eyes filled with tears. How the hell was he capable of tugging at my heart strings. "I need to go."

"Come to the house and let's see what Jason is up to. Let's get this over with tonight."

"Alright, but I can't stay with you." I moved out of his hold, realizing how badly I needed it. My flight or fight kicked in, and the room suddenly felt so damn small.

"Why not?" He followed me to the door as I jerked it open and walked back out into the bar. I breathed in deeply and turned to face him. He looked like a god standing there with his chest puffed out and his lips a little swollen from the roughness of our kisses.

"Because. You know as well as I do that we're playing with fire."

"I don't mind." He winked and took my hand. "Come on. Let's take my bike."

"No. I'm taking my car if we're going."

"Then I'm driving. I have a few more cars at the house, and my bike will be fine here." He walked to the door and paused before opening it. "Give me the keys."

"I'm not drunk, Johnny. I can drive my own car."

"Stop fighting me. You're shaking." He smiled down at me as I pulled the key from the pocket on the side of my thigh and handed it to him.

"Stop smiling. You're shaking too."

"Of course, I am." He opened the door, and we walked out into the chilly night air. "I just got fucked within an inch of my life. Why wouldn't I be shaking?"

He was so confident and bold. I wanted to be more like him and yet I understood all too well the type of life that helped to forge a persona like his.

"Can I ask you something." I pursed my lips, hoping like hell he would deny me. The last thing I wanted to do was to throw cold water in the middle of the lust that burned between us, but I had to know where he stood with Tanner.

"Yeah." He released my hand and nodded to the passenger side. "Get in the car and then ask."

I got in and buckled up before glancing over at him. "I told you how I knew Tanner King. Tell me how you do."

Some part of me expected him to lie, to save face, but he didn't.

"His sister was my high school girlfriend." He started the car and turned, backing up and burning rubber as we left the bar.

"Be careful. This car is old."

"And still in great shape." He nodded and turned back around, settling into the seat. "She was my first kiss, my first fuck, my first everything. I thought we'd be married and have kids, but it didn't work out like that."

"And what about you being involved with Tanner?"

"I don't talk about that shit. It's part of the past." He glanced over and his expression darkened. "Leave it there."

Leave it there? Was that possible? Even considering that Johnny was a part of Tanner's treatment of women had my stomach hurting. There was no way to leave it there, but I found myself sitting in silence, not asking another question.

We pulled up to the house a few minutes later, and Johnny turned the car off and looked over at me. "If he's here, you're going to try and help get him one more chance, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I promise."

"Alright. Come on, Kitten. Let's see if any part of what I've taught him as sunk in." He got out of the car, and I could tell he was nervous as hell.

I would have been too. He moved up to the door and opened it quietly. I didn't have the heart to tell him that the kid was most likely gone. There's no way if Johnny tipped him off that Jason would stay there for the night. Who wanted to go to jail?

"His light is on." Johnny walked to the back bedroom in a hurry.

I stayed in the living room. He needed a minute with the kid, and I wasn't family or anything near it. I was some wayward ass cop who was falling for a thug and giving myself over every time he even looked my way.

What would Seth and his band of lawyers say now?

I dropped down on the couch and listened. Johnny and Jason's voice filled my ears.

Glancing over, I noticed that Johnny was looking back down the hall at me. "He's here. He's not going anywhere. He knows that he fucked up."

I smiled. "Good. I'll talk to the Captain tomorrow to see what I can do about another chance."

Johnny closed the bedroom door and walked back toward me. "Stay with me."

"I can't." I stood and extended my hand. "Can I have my key back."

"Danielle. It's late and you know you want to stay here."

"Yeah. That's why I should go." I took the key as he offered it. "I'll let you guys know what I find out tomorrow."

He didn't say another word, but walked me to the door and stepped out on the porch as I walked down toward the car. "Dani. Please be careful. Tanner isn't someone to fuck with."

"No?" I wrapped my arms around myself. "Want to explain how you know that?"

"Sweet dreams tonight, Kitten." He turned and walked back into the house.

"Right." I got into the car and pulled out, feeling rather shitty about my decisions to sleep with him. The carnality of it only left me wanting more, but I knew better.

Johnny wanted to know my past and wanted to press against my hurts and disappointments, but he wasn't willing to share any of his. Why had I expected him to anyway?

I should have felt lucky that he was even willing to let me come to the clubhouse. I snorted at the thought.

He wasn't worried about me being a cop because somewhere along the way, I'd fucked up my morals. I wasn't a real cop anymore.

Headlights filled up the backseat of my car and caused me to stiffen. The truck behind me was riding my ass way closer than it should have been.

I slowed down and tapped my breaks. "Back the fuck up, asshole."

The truck bumped into the back of me, and I screamed and hit the gas. The truck revved its engine and caught up to me pretty quickly. I pulled my gun from my outer thigh and got ready for the bastard to pull up beside me, but he never did.

I screamed again as the car jerked across the road. The bastard had hit the back wheel of my car and sent me into a tailspin. The last thing I remember was hitting the curb and flipping over the edge of the small bridge in front of me into the creek.

I blinked a few times as cold water filled the car around me.

My last thoughts before blacking out were of my sister and the funny way she laughed when she was being silly. It was warm, loving, innocent.

Everything about it was right.