I pulled out of her and disposed of the condom in the trashcan next to the toilet; I couldn’t help but sneak another quick look at her body. She was straightening back up, and I could make out the gorgeous curves of her body in all their glory. When she was bent over, it was harder to see the way her waist smoothed out into her shapely hips, or the way her strong legs led up into that perfect ass. It was as though all the puzzle pieces that made her up fit together flawlessly.
And then, finally, my brain seemed to click back into action. How the fuck had this happened? She had been trying to seduce me, sure. I wasn’t an idiot, and I could tell that she had decided that she was going to use my stupid libido against me. She must have known that I walked away from a threesome with two of the most gorgeous women I’d ever laid eyes upon for her. Maybe she was just paying me back for that? Yeah, right. Because a cop being held against her will wasn’t treating every scenario as a chance to break free and get me thrown in prison once again.
I couldn’t believe that I’d fallen for it so easily. In my defense, what man could have resisted her when she was like this? Now that she was out of that uniform, she was like the nerd who pulled of her glasses at the end of a makeover montage. She was strong, muscular, lean…and had one of the most gorgeous pussies I’d ever laid eyes on in my life. As soon as she bent over in front of me, shifting her weight so that I could get a good look, I knew there was no chance that I could turn her down. I was already rock–hard when she kissed me, and then…
How had it happened so fast? My guard was never down. That was the only way I’d managed to stay alive all this time. But Angel did things to me that no–one else had ever been able to do before. Maybe it was just the knowledge that I was finally fucking her the way she’d fucked me with all those arrests. Maybe it was just a catharsis, a chance for me to prove to both her and myself that I could be the one in charge. But…she’d started the seduction. She’d taken control. And now I had to do whatever I could to get back on top after the way she’d screwed with my head.
“Get this on,” I grabbed the shirt from where she had dropped it on the floor, and tossed it to her. She caught it out of the air, and pulled it over her head. She looked at me for a moment, brow furrowed. She reached down for her panties and slipped them on over her hips. I let my eyes briefly drift down to take her in. She tugged the bottom of her shirt down, as though she didn’t want me to see her. Bit late for that now.
“What’s the matter?” she demanded, as she looked away. “Want a second go–round? I wasn’t good enough for ten grand?”
“Nothing,” I muttered. I made my way through to the bedroom again, laying out on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. She joined me, and pulled the covers over her bare legs primly. What the fuck? What was going through her mind right now?
We both sat there in silence. I could feel the blood pulsing around my system just being this close to her again. I wanted to reach out and touch her. Everything had been over so quickly that I hadn’t gotten a chance to feel every inch of her, and now I had no idea if we’d ever end up doing it again. We’d both given in, in what she would no doubt characterize as nothing more than a moment of weakness. But we had wanted it. We had both wanted it, by the end. And that hadn’t been part of the plan.
Angel sat silent, and I could tell that, like me, she was trying to figure out where we stood now that all of that had gone down. I glanced over at her, and found her petulantly staring at the wall, making a point to avoid eye contact with me. I couldn’t blame her. She probably thought that’s what I wanted– maybe she assumed that’s why I’d purchased her in the room just below us the night before. Well, maybe it was time to dissuade her of that illusion.
“I didn’t buy you to fuck you,” I blurted out, before I had a chance to think about how the words would sound coming out of my mouth. I straightened myself up, rolling my shoulders back, and met her gaze as confidently as I could. She gaped at me, her mouth hanging slightly open.
“Then why…?” She stared me down, her eyes narrowing. She probably thought I was fucking with her. She had no reason not to.
“I’m not a total dirtbag. I didn’t want those shitheads to use you as a punching bag. But now that I’m here with you…the truth is, I need your help.” The words sounding foreign on my tongue. She raised her eyebrows.
“Yeah, sorry if I’m not exactly jumping to help out—“
“It’s about Thaddeus,” I cut across her.
She tilted her head to the side. “Who?”
“The guy at the head of the club last night, the one who probably had you kidnapped in the first place. I want you to help me take him down.”
“The fuck?” She wrinkled up her face. “Just…go to the cops if you want to do something like that, Jesus. And, hey, letting me go would be a good start.”
I eyed her for a second, mind racing. I would need something better than that to get her on my side.
“That’s how you can clear your name,” I suggested, mind suddenly landing on a solution.
“Clear my—Breaker, I don’t know where you’ve been, but I was kidnapped. I didn’t do anything wrong.” She spread her arms wide, rolling her eyes at what she thought was my stupidity.
“Yeah, but they saw you leave with me last night, and unless you prove that there’s something shitty going on there, no–one’s going to believe that you didn’t just want to hook up with me,” I reminded her with a small smirk. “Which you did, for the record.”
“Oh, go fuck yourself,” she snapped. The urge to add “you took care of that for me,” was nearly overwhelming, but I bit it back. She crossed her arms and stared at the wall opposite her, obviously giving my offer some thought.
“They were in the news, weren’t they?” I reminded her. She glanced over at me.
“What?”
“The three times you arrested me, they made the news,” I pointed out. “So…it’s not exactly like you can sneak under the radar with this one.”
She glared at me, and I could practically feel her fury coming off of her in waves.
“Fucking a criminal doesn’t look too good for a cop, is all I’m saying,” I held my hands up, playing at the innocent, and I honestly thought for a moment that she might lunge across the bed and smack me right there and then.
“I hate you, Breaker. I need you to know that.” She was silent for a long moment, then let out a sigh. “Tell me your plan.” She finally met my gaze.
“Well. I have some ideas.” I had been idly thinking about unseating that asshole for a long time now, but with Angel’s help, there were ways to put this into action. Finally.
“You haven’t got anything, have you?” Her eyes were narrowed, and her entire posture shouted that she didn’t trust me at all. “Why this elaborate thing, if you already had a plan? Why didn’t you just take this to the cops and let them sort it out? This is our job, after all. Vice should be all over this.”
I shook my head. “That was my first night there, and I was just there to play cards. I didn’t know—I didn’t know about this. I have other problems with Thad. But I wasn’t going to just leave you there.” I gave her my wickedest grin, the one that made the mamas sigh and the daddies reach for a weapon. “And now you have a vested interest in helping me take him down. Because I know you don’t want to ruin your sterling reputation.”
She visibly shivered at my explanation. She knew as well as I did the disdain some of these guys had for the police. Fuck, she probably knew better—she was the one out on the streets night after night, dealing with their abuse first–hand. When I came into contact with these kinds of assholes, it was as a friend, an ally, not as the enemy. No wonder the auctioneer last night had seemed so creepily delighted to deliver Angel into the arms of those dirtbags—they probably thought she deserved everything she had coming to her. In my bed, then and there, she looked so small and so delicate that I wanted to lock the doors and pull her into my arms to make sure that no–one else could get near to her. There was a look in her eyes, though. She’d fight me to the death before she’d let me touch her again. Shame. She’d ridden my cock like a goddamned expert.
“You’re right,” she muttered. “Thank you.”
Well. That wasn’t what I expected. The chances of me being there last night were so tiny that I felt as though I didn’t deserve anything for intervening when I did. Any other night of the week, I would have been somewhere else, probably rolling into bed with the two girls who’d been all over me at the club. I would never have known any better, and one of the other bidders would have gotten hold of her and—fuck. It didn’t bear thinking about. I mean, I was no fan of the cops, no more than any of the rest of them, but I was also not a criminal. I was a grifter, an occasional con–man, a cardsharp. I might be a piece of shit now and then, but I had rules. The cops were doing their jobs, and I was helping them keep employed. I was practically a union man. Her thanking me was just too odd.
“Don’t mention it,” I replied, and I didn’t mean it as a nicety—I didn’t want to consider the possibilities of what might have happened had I not been at the right place at the right time.
“Okay, fine,” she sighed. “What exactly do you need me to do?”