Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
I tap her leg for her to stand so I can turn her around. She lifts and climbs to her feet. However, her legs give out, and she falls on her ass.
I can’t help it, I burst into laughter, and she does too. I lean forward to help her up, but she grabs my arm and tugs me to the floor with her. I go willingly, but turn her onto all fours in front of me.
Ciara sinks down with her arms stretched out before her like she’s a cat, then lifts her ass into the air for me. I slide into her warm, wet heat and groan. Unable to hold back, I thrust into her as the sound of our skin slapping fills the air. She moans and whimpers my name.
Reaching for her arms, I then tug them back at her sides and use them to pull her into me as I rock into her tight pussy. Groaning, I throw my head back and look up. My cheeks puff out, and my eyes roll back.
The sound of her pussy becoming so wet it starts to blow kisses at me causes me to drop my head back down. The way her ass bounces against me has me so hard. The sound, the sight, it all has me mesmerized.
I can’t take my eyes away. My mind wanders to how much she trusts me and how willing she has been to give herself to me from the beginning. The guilt returns and I try to chase it away through her tight core.
“Dylan, oh shit,” she gasps. “Oh, fuck, babe. That feels so good. I’m going to come.”
“Come for me. Show me how much you love this. Show me how much you want me. I want to know you know it’s yours.”
“Don’t stop fucking me, Dyl. Harder, baby. Harder,” she keens.
I throw my head back, not releasing her arms and pound harder. I’m doing the right thing. We’re made for each other. She’ll forgive me.
It all has to be okay. I can’t live without her. This shit can’t come back to burn me.
CHAPTER 35
Real Pressure
Detective Strong
“Detective, good to see you.”
I nod, not in the mood for this shit, as I stand in the middle of the commissioner’s ball, looking around at all these suits who puff their chests out like they’re the ones out in the streets keeping our city safe. Fundraising and smiling as if any of the ticket money goes where it belongs. They all make me sick.
Half of them don’t know a thing about what we face out there, but their pockets are lined with our blood, sweat, and tears. Meanwhile, even with overtime, most cops are struggling to make ends meet without having to work under the table.
I’ve watched good guys become the real monsters out there because this shit puts them in a squeeze. Exhaustion, bills piling up, their own neighborhood turning bad or outpricing them. Too worried about home to be able to make sound decisions on the job.
But at the end of the day, I’m a detective and I’m here to smile and dance for these assholes to raise money for our department and whatever other departments they’ve lied to this year. The right connections will at least get you in the right position to get ahead an inch.
“We need to talk,” Baker whispers as he walks by me and takes a drink from the passing tray the waiter is carrying.
I grab a glass too and follow him a few steps away out of the earshot of anyone else. Vargus is already waiting for us with a tense expression on his face.
I do my best to hold on to the tight smile I’m forcing. Shit has been getting weird, and I don’t know how much longer these boys will last under the pressure.
We thought we would have a bag coming in from Hanson and his boys a long time ago. However, there is always something that comes up to block our pursuit. At times, it feels like our superiors might be onto us.
Although I doubt it. My boys play things smart, unlike some of the other crews in the PD. We all came up together and know the rules. We’ve studied how things work on both sides, and we keep our noses clean for the most part.
I know Baker has a problem with the booger sugar, but he’s functioning. It’s never gotten in the way of work or business. Not until that night that kid got the best of him and stabbed him.
However, in the end, we thought that was going to work to our advantage. It almost did. We were just about to break the kid before someone up top sprung him.
“What the fuck is going on? None of this is a coincidence. We need to find out where this shit is coming from and stop it,” Baker bites out.