I pulled up into the police station on my Harley and parked in between a couple black-and-whites. I'd been here plenty of times before. Mostly for bullshit charges like carrying a concealed weapon and getting in bar fights. I can thank Slade and Breaker for that. Those guys were one second away from blowing up when they had alcohol in their system.
I swaggered into the front office, loving the fact that I didn't have bracelets holding my wrists together. The brunette secretary behind the counter looked up at me from behind her glasses. I recognized her from the bar a few weeks ago. I took her home and fucked her so hard she cried. I didn't remember her telling me she worked for the cops though.
“What can I help you with, sir?” she asked, ignoring the elephant in the room.
I leaned over the desk and checked out her cleavage. She blushed instantly. “I'm here to see the sheriff. Tell him it's the President of Devil's Hellions MC.”
She nodded and picked up the phone at her desk. While she was busy talking, I ran through the events of that night. I couldn't remember her name but she liked it rough, like really rough. I still had the bruises and wounds on my back from her nails digging under my skin. I wouldn't mind taking her for a ride one more time.
Fuck and forget.
“Officer Moore will take you back to see the sheriff now,” she said, avoiding eye contact.
A skinny guy came around the corner and froze when he saw me. A small chuckle escaped my lips. This guy tried to pull a gun on me before at a bar and pissed himself. I ended up breaking his nose with his own weapon. Fun times.
I walked through the hallways and got crooked looks from other cops as I passed. I'd lived in Sacks long enough to have my fair share of enemies. I was led to a tiny office at the end that looked like a coat closet.
A woman? What the fuck? She sat at her desk with her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. The Sheriff badge shining brightly on her chest. She seemed surprised to see me too. I asked her about Mendoza and she told me he retired. I filled her in on Pain.
Melissa White...so this was who I had to work with from now on. Pain had it easy dealing with Mendoza. At least he understood how things worked around here. Not only did I have to deal with a new sheriff, but a chick too.
I stared into her blue eyes and down to her chest. Her white button-up shirt was left open at the top to show off the smallest amount of cleavage. My pants tightened and I licked my lips. I'd never fucked a real cop before. Been close a few times. Didn't even know how close until I met the secretary this morning. But the sheriff would make a good lay.
I imagined her bent over the desk, her ass just begging to be fucked. I pulled down those tight brown pants of hers until I revealed a lace black thong. I tugged on her ponytail hard, unzipping my pants and unleashing my throbbing cock. I spanked Melissa's soft ass, making her cry out and beg for more.
Sheriff White slammed her fist on the desk, waking me from my lovely dream. “You aren't paying attention.”
She was right about that. White blabbed on and on about the war with the Mexicans and I couldn't care less. Those tits could use a good fucking—my cock resting in her cleavage as I came all over them. I made some fake promise that I'd help her out and she seemed to buy it. Whatever it took to keep the law off our backs.
The sheriff stood up and I couldn't help admiring her figure. Her hips were wide with a perfectly round ass. She dressed conservatively which turned me on even more. She looked like a librarian that would be crazy in bed.
I'd have to devise a way to get her under my sheets.
I left the station and back to my Harley. The skies were clear and it was a perfect day out. But a storm was coming. The sheriff wasn't wrong about a war coming. The Devil's Hellions needed to prep for whatever the Mexicans threw at us.