Keys To My Heart

A companion novel to Keys To My Cuffs

Book 4 in The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC series.

“What are you doing?” I asked the man I was following.

He was sexy.

Very, very sexy.

So sexy, in fact, that I wanted to pull the car over and invite the beast into my car.

Then I was reminded why I couldn’t do that when a squeal from the backseat had me turning around.

“I told you not to touch your sister with that goddamn jock strap, Justice!” I yelled at my son. “How many times do I have to tell you this? Do it again, and I’ll pull this car over and let your sister beat the shit out of you.”

Justice stared at me like I’d grown a second head.

“I didn’t mean to, Ma.” Justice said.

His voice squeaked, and I nearly laughed.

Justice was sixteen going on forty, and he had the cutest squeaky voice that made me want to pinch his cheeks.

“Yeah,” I said sarcastically. “I’m pretty fucking sure that you accidentally pulled that jock out of your gym bag and hit her with it. Just like I accidentally fell on your father’s di…”

“Mom!” Glory yelled as she threw her hands over her ears. “We don’t want to hear about you and dad doing it.”

I grinned at my daughter.

“You don’t?” I asked. “Do you need me to give you the sex talk again, because I so totally will!”

Both of my teenagers silenced, and I grinned inwardly as I turned my eyes back to the sexy man.

The sexy man that wasn’t waiting for me to finish fighting with my kids.

In fact, he was all the way up the street, his t-shirt tucked into the back of his shorts.

A fine sheen of sweat covered his entire body, and damn but what a fine body he had.

He was running pretty fast, meaning I had to speed up to catch him.

The motor roared to life, and the man looked back at me with a challenge in his eyes.

I grinned as he started to run faster, and pressed the gas pedal down just a little bit more.

The vehicle my husband bought me just last month jolted forward, and I felt the power of the truck surrounding me.

The man in front of me took off, cutting across Mrs. Johnson’s yard, over Mr. Grace’s azalea bushes, and disappeared into the back yard of Mr. Calloway.

I sped through the empty streets, going further and further down the long road and hooked a left on the street that my house was on.

I’d just turned on my blinker to pull into the driveway when the man burst out of the bushes and headed for the back of the house.

I hit the garage door opener and smiled when it started to go up.

Letting the kids fend for themselves, I bolted out of the vehicle, knowing for certain my kids would lock it up and shut off the engine for me, and slid on my knees under the garage door that got stuck halfway like it’d been known to do lately.

My husband was a lazy bastard and was supposed to fix it this afternoon, but obviously running was more important than me getting inside the house without scraping my knees up.

I pushed into the utility room door and sprinted through the kitchen.

Vaulting over Range, our German Shepherd who’d sat up when he heard the utility room door open, I hurried down the hallway to my room.

The moment I hit our bedroom I started stripping off my clothes.

The moment my bra was off, the sweaty man I’d been chasing grabbed me from behind and slammed me down onto the bed.

My pants were the first thing to go, followed shortly by my panties.

Then suddenly he was gone.

I tried to turn over, and had every intention of doing so, but the moment I tried to flip a resounding smack filled the room, followed shortly by the explosion of pain on my backside.

“Don’t move,” he said.

I got up on my knees, completely ignoring the fool man, and was about to come up to my hands when another smack filled the room.

“You mother fucker.” I growled, rolling over.

The man backed up and slammed my bedroom door closed, then locked it for good measure.

“The kids’ll hear us.” I said. “They’ll hate it.”

“Those fuckers can wear their headphones,” he said, dropping down onto the bed between my splayed thighs.

I licked my lips as I let my eyes travel down the lovely man’s body.

“Didn’t I see you running this morning?” I asked him.

“Yes,” he said, dropping a kiss to my navel.

I gasped as his tongue darted out and licked a line up my belly to my breast.

He teased his lips around my nipple, then roughly sucked the entire bud into his mouth.

I gasped and grabbed onto his hair, my fingers digging into his wet locks.

“Oh, God.” I growled. “I need you to hurry up and get inside of me.”

Those dark eyes of his ate me up as he crawled between my legs, letting his huge cock rest at the entrance to my sex.

“What would your police officer husband think, Channing?” He asked.

I roughly yanked his hair and growled at him.

“Hurry up and fuck me already, Officer.”

His hard cock slammed into me, and I closed my eyes as the feeling of rightness burst through my veins.

“Yes, ma’am.”