Hard Rock Stepbrothers The Complete Series (6 page)

“He knows,” she said. “He wants me in the office in half an hour.”

Hunter wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “You can ride with me.”

“Then he’s gonna know we’re in on this together, or he’ll at least suspect something.” She looked up at him. “I can’t let you take the fall for this just cause of me.”

He squeezed her shoulder, pulling her close to his side for a hug. “We’re friends, Rollins. It’s what friends do. Now how do you want your bacon?”

***

They arrived at the station a little before seven-thirty. When Hunter walked in with Sally, Chief Pritchard was waiting outside his office door, arms crossed over his chest. He was just over forty but his hair had gone completely gray by the time he was thirty-two. Paired with his ice-blue eyes, it gave him a shrewd look that always made Hunter think of a calculating wolf. Always assessing the situation, always on guard, always ready for action.

Hunter had seen the man tear the hide off of more than one patrol cop in his two years on the force. One poor passive bastard quit after a particularly nasty chew out that left him bawling in front of all his fellow officers.

Pritchard had a minor pot belly going on, thanks to middle age. His thin shoulders were slumped from one too many hours poring over office work, but the man was still as sharp as they came.

“Fayette, you can join Rollins in my office, too,” he said when they drew within a foot of him.

Hunter’s stomach churned with sour bile, but he simply nodded and followed his partner. The sound of the door softly clicking shut behind them was like a knell of doom.

Silence reigned as the chief walked around his desk. He barely glanced at them as he issued a curt command, “Sit down.”

He pulled a manila folder from a top drawer in his sparse, modern desk. Sally’s eyes widened as she glanced at Hunter. His stomach churned as he glanced back, but he bluffed aloof calm. He avoided looking at the folder the chief pushed toward them. Sally avoided focusing on it too, he noted.

“First question: Were you both in on this?” The chief’s mouth became a thin, white line as his penetrating gaze darted between them.

Sally spoke first. “With all due respect, sir … both in on what?”

Chief Pritchard gave her a disapproving “don’t bullshit me” sneer.

She blinked, kept up the innocent look. Hunter wanted to smile in admiration of her cool bluff, but that would blow their cover.

The Chief smiled then, possibly in a bit of admiration himself. “Okay, if that’s the way you wanna play it.” He opened his desk drawer again and pulled out another folder. “These are the fingerprint results from a house deed that mysteriously showed up on the seat of my car this morning. A small bag of coke was sitting on top of it.”

Hunter wanted to swallow, wanted to grip his chair until his knuckles turned white, but he didn’t.

The chief removed a paper from the second folder, and he did so with agonizing slowness. He continued. “You were good, Rollins. Real good. I’ll give you that. Only one fingerprint on a corner of the deed. One little fuck up gave you away.”

Hunter watched her swallow hard, squirm just a bit in her seat. “How’d you find out it was me?”

Now the chief gave the wolf smile. He tented his fingers beneath his chin. “When I couldn’t find the print in our records, I ran your file. Got a match.” Then he turned that icy gaze on Hunter. “And you were in on this with her, Fayette?”

He nodded as his throat tightened. “Yes, sir.”

Sally cast him a sideways “you didn’t have to do that” look. She’d never expected him to take the fall with her if they did get caught, but he wasn’t the kind of friend, the kind of partner, who would abandon her to save his own ass.

The chief drew it out, stared at his fingers, cleaned under a fingernail. Then he pinned them both again with a shrewd stare. “So you were investigating Trent on your own then?”

Sally looked him straight in the face. “I could lie to you and say I just found out about Trent by mistake a few nights ago,” she paused, inhaled slowly. “But I won’t. Yes, I was investigating Trent on my own.”

“We were investigating Trent,” Hunter added.

She shot him another of those “don’t cover my ass!” looks. But he wasn’t paying attention to her glares.

Chief Pritchard scratched his chin, let out a sigh that sounded part growl. “By rights, I should suspend you both.”

They both nodded and mumbled, “Yes, sir.”

The chief picked up the folder with the house deed. It was now bagged for evidence. He looked at it, looked at them both again. “But this … look, what I’m about to tell you stays between us. I find you leaked it, I will can your asses.”

Sally’s eyes widened. Hunter stirred in his chair and waited, heart beating a mile a second.

“What you brought in?” He tapped the bagged folder with one finger. “It’s the biggest break we’ve had in this case. I went by the house, thanks to the note you included with the coke, telling me there was more where that little baggie came from. I found the shipment. Call it my own unofficial investigation.”

He winked at the pair and Hunter almost pinched himself. He couldn’t believe he and Sally had lucked out after discovery. Chief Pritchard wasn’t known for his mercy.

“I want this bastard,” Pritchard snarled, looking more like his old self again. “No pretty boy cop pulls a fast one on me. I did some more digging this morning. Found a hot trail thanks to you two. Turns out Farrow is just a lackey, but he can lead us right to the goods. And you two are gonna help me. We’ll conduct an unofficial investigation together, alongside my official one.”

Just as the chief finished up with them, someone knocked on his office door. Pritchard gave a curious frown then barked, “Enter.”

The door opened, and a rounded face with cute dimples and sexy red lips peered around the corner. Hunter almost gasped, but the woman in question gave him a scathing glare and he shut up.

What the hell was his step sister, Mickie Malloy, doing here?

She walked in, wearing a black blazer and polka dot skirt that clung to her curves. The satiny crème blouse accentuated her lush breasts. Hunter had to shake his head and look away. He only hoped his boss didn’t notice.

But Sally did, because she was looking at him, smirking in that knowing way.

“Hello, Chief Pritchard,” Mickie said primly. “I’m your temp from the Holden Agency.” She held out a hand for Pritchard to shake after he indicated she should approach the desk. “Lisa Campbell.”

Hunter frowned at Sally, and she frowned back. The chief couldn’t see them exchange the look, because they were now obscured by Mickie, and the chief’s attention was glued to Hunter’s gorgeous step sister. Hunter couldn’t blame him. Who could ignore that perfect hour glass body?

“Ms. Campbell, if you’d just give me a moment,” Pritchard said, in such a sweet voice Hunter had to look to make sure the man hadn’t morphed into someone else. Then the chief turned back to him and Sally and his patent growl returned, “Come back in thirty minutes, after I’ve shown Ms. Campbell around the office.”

Hunter burned with curiosity as he made his way to his locker. What was his step sister doing here, posing as a secretary under an assumed name?

Mickie left the office with Pritchard and they were back thirty minutes later. Pritchard sent Mickie toward the office supply room then he called Hunter and Sally back in.

“I want you to go scope out an open rehearsal at the Saint John Amphitheater,” Chief Pritchard told them. “Some rock band crap called Decadent and Deadly.” He waved that off. “Trent’s gonna be there tonight, trying to wheel and deal. I’m gonna wire us up. Rollins and Fayette, you follow Trent but keep outta his sight. Talk to anyone he talks to. I’ll stake out the front of the place.”

Hunter saw the worry on Sally’s face, but she guarded it well.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered as he leaned over. “I’ve got your back. So does the chief.”

The chief looked at his watch. “Okay, we’ve got some time before this rehearsal starts. Go do your thing and meet me back here after lunch.”

Hunter had some paperwork to do, and it was still technically Sally’s day off, so they parted ways for now. Hunter headed toward the supply room for confrontation number two. He wanted to know just what the hell Mickie was doing here.

Inside the supply room, he found Mickie reaching for a box of staples on a high shelf. The motion tightened her skirt across her lush ass nicely. His focus also zeroed in on her sheer black stockings with a sexy seam running up her calf, disappearing under the hem of her skirt. He shook his head, tried to ignore the tightening in his pants, and cleared his throat.

Mickie let out a surprised “Oh!” whirled around too fast, and lost her balance when one of her high heels buckled beneath her. She would’ve went down in a flurry of polka dots and frills, had Hunter not caught her.

His face hovered inches from hers as he held her in a dance dip pose. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Working.”She blinked, then her big brown eyes widened as she tried to give him that innocent look.

He shook his head, stood straight and pulled her against his chest. “You have a job. You’re a reporter, not a secretary.”

She pushed back from him and gave a haughty look. “Well, I am now.” She placed her hands on her hips. “A secretary, that is.”

“Bullshit.” He pushed close again, backing her into a shelf stuffed with printer paper. “If you don’t tell me the real reason you’re here, I’ll tell Pritchard who you really are.”

She smirked at this, crossed her arms over her chest. “He already knows who I am. The fake identity is to fool you cops.”

He tried to ignore the perfect, round globes of flesh she inadvertently accentuated with her action. Her arms crossed tighter beneath them and they strained against the thin, crème silk of her blouse. He shook his head and growled out a sigh.

Then he poured all his frustration, all his stress from this morning, into a feral kiss. He dug strong fingers into her ass and pulled her tight against the erection straining the front of his uniform slacks. Her arms slipped around his neck as his lips claimed hers.

He tried to punish her with the kiss, crushing his lips to hers until she squirmed and squealed, but his hands on her body made him grow more carnal and less cruel. He traced the contours of her small waist, the flare of her generous hips, and the rounded curves of her ass. He soaked in her warmth and the way she melted when they touched. He knew it was just lust, though. She didn’t love him.

She freed herself from the kiss and protested breathlessly, “We can’t do this here. Someone will catch us.”

“Good,” he shot back. “Then you’ll get fired, and I won’t have to worry about what you’re doing snooping around my territory.”

She scowled at him. For a moment, Hunter wondered if she’d slap him she looked so angry. “I’m undercover. I can’t get fired. But you could get suspended.” She wore a smug smile.

His hand ensnared her waist once more and he pushed her tighter against the shelf. “That’s a chance I’ll just have to take.”

She squeaked just before his lips claimed hers again. His tongue entwined with hers and he sucked it roughly into his mouth. He yanked her skirt off her hips and tore at the buttons on her blouse. Her protest at this was muffled by his mouth still exploring hers. Soon she was sandwiched between him and the supply room shelf with nothing but her lacy black underwire bra, matching panties, and stockings on.

He broke the kiss and pulled back from her to let his gaze soak in her beautiful body. With a lecherous smile, he said, “Get on all fours.”

“Excuse me?” she squeaked, clutching at the thin strand of pearls she wore.

He took her chin between finger and thumb, stroking it as he forced her to hold his gaze. “Better do as I say, sweet sis, or I’ll march you outta this room half naked and expose you to everyone.”

Her cheeks burned as she glared at him. He crossed his arms over the front of his uniform, which, she noted fit him perfectly for showing off his fine physique. With a sigh of resignation, she slowly dropped to her hands and knees in front of him.

He kneeled behind her. “Good girl,” he taunted, just before he slapped her ass.

The sting was sharp and unexpected. Her cheek felt lightly scorched from the slap. Her cheeks burned hotter and she vowed she would have her revenge.

A belt buckle jingled, zippers unzipped, but when she tried to look back at him undressing he commanded, “Eyes forward,” and she thought it best not to press her luck in this compromised position.

Warm hands smoothed over her round, apple-cheeked ass. He caressed the contours, then smoothed his hands over her hips before he demanded, “Spread your legs.”

She did as she was told without protest. But her anger burned hot all the same. She would get even with her stepbrother for this.

He slowly slipped her lacy panties off, then teased her pussy lips apart to test her wetness with a thumb. Something else was growing hotter now, and it sure wasn’t her temper! By the sound of his satisfied groan, she knew she was already wet for him.

He spread her legs wider. His hands slithered up her back, unclasped her bra and removed it, then he gently pressed his wide palms into her shoulders, urging her head down. She placed her cheek against the cool tile and her ass sprung higher in the air.

His thumb continued to stroke inside of her while he brushed a finger back and forth over her clit. Creamy warmth spread inside of her, trickled from inside her clenching pussy. Her cunt walls gripped his thumb and pulled him deeper in, as if guiding his touch closer to her g-spot.

He chuckled when she let out a long moan. “Better keep it quiet, sis. What happens if we get caught?”

He gripped her ass tight with his free hand, spreading her cheeks wider still. Her back was deeply arched now, ass in the air like an alley cat in heat. She felt so embarrassed, frightened they’d be caught, but oh so deliciously naughty too.

A hot, wet tongue traced up and down her ass crack. It poked inside her tight anus and she had to bite her tongue hard to keep from letting out a loud groan. He stroked her anal walls with this slick muscle, in time with the caress of his fingers against her g-spot. As her pleasure amped up, she bit her tongue until she tasted blood.