Secret Baby Complete Series Box Set (25 page)

His strong arms were wrapped around me, holding my naked form tight. His lips were just a whisper away from my ear. “I'll always love you, Charlotte.” My heart swelled and I looked up to his face. His eyes were dark with desire, his mouth set firmly shut. I reached up and kissed him, taking all his breath into me. I wanted to stay in his protective arms forever where nobody could hurt me. Where everything was simple.

We floated up into the air, spinning, embracing, becoming one.

My eyes burst open, my face lay against the desk with my arms folded around me. I lifted my head and a puddle of drool lay in the middle of the Rabid Dog MC file. Very classy, White. I wiped the dried drool from my mouth and checked the clock: four in the morning. No point in going home now. I had to release Sawyer in a few hours. Then I could go home and get some proper sleep.

My plan for taking down the Rabid Dog MC had failed. Mendoza had told me that I needed to work
with
the MCs but every fiber in my being was telling me that it was wrong. But maybe he was right? They were the bad guys and it was my job to take them down but this town and the MCs were intertwined. They couldn't survive without each other. If I was going to make it as Sheriff, I needed to relax a little. My personal crusade for justice would have to be put aside. For now, my job was to keep this town alive.

I walked through the empty police station and realized that we didn't have any officers working the night shift. The county must not have the budget for the night shift so the officers must be on call in case of an emergency. But the police station wasn't completely empty, there was still somebody down in the jail.

I turned on the lights as I headed downstairs. My legs moved with a mind of their own. I didn't know what I was doing in the jail but deep down I really knew.

“Time to be released, Sheriff?” Sawyer stood at the bars of his cell with his back turned. His leather cut was a little intimidating. A giant Rabid Dog spider with the red hourglass was on the back with the words Sacks County MC stitched underneath. I don't think I'd ever come to understand their whole culture. I just figured they were a bunch of bikers that liked to cause trouble. But they were so much more.

“Not time yet, Sawyer.” I walked over and the overwhelming odor of urine hit me in the face. “What the hell is that smell?” I asked, pinching my nose.

Sawyer turned around and he had a red bandanna wrapped around his nose and mouth. He was either ready to rob a train or work in the coal mines. “Take a look in the cell next to mine.”

I glanced over and almost threw up. A mess of pee was everywhere and was slowly invading Sawyer's cell. “Let me get you out of here. We can talk upstairs before I release you.”

Sawyer unwrapped the bandanna from his head and stuffed it in his back pocket. “Your not going to make it long in this town, Sheriff.”

I unlocked the cell and let Sawyer out. A tinge of fear set in that he could kill me right now in the middle of a police station. Leave my body on the piss-stained cement and get away with murder again. I didn't know what this man was capable of and I needed to be on alert just in case. “You don't know anything about me.”

I led him up the stairs, Sawyer following far behind. I looked behind to catch Sawyer admiring my ass. He didn't even try to hide it, he just winked and continued watching. We made it to my office and I closed the door behind him. I was reminded of our first encounter and his promise to help me prevent the MC war—all lies.

“You should really decorate this place. Liven it up a little. The jail downstairs is almost better.” Sawyer smirked as he sat down.

“I can put you right back if that's what you want,” I replied, teasing him with my keys.

Sawyer leaned back and put his feet up on my desk. My eye twitched. “I'm fine right here.” This guy really knew how to get under my skin.

As much as I hated saying it, it needed to be done. “I want to work with you and the Rabid Dog MC.”

Sawyer smiled. “Didn't we already have this conversation?”

I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest. “And last time you lied to me. But this time I'm willing to do anything to keep the peace, even if that means crossing some lines. We need to trust each other.”

“I'm glad you're finally wising up.”

My blood was beginning to seethe with rage. Seeing him suffer in that urine-soaked jail for a few more hours wasn't a bad way to spend the morning. “So help me out here, how can I prevent more deaths?”

Sawyer held me in his gaze, reading my eyes, studying my soul. My heart was beating faster. The way he looked at me was like an animal hunting his prey. “With Garcia gone, The Death Merchants have no order. The Blacks will move in and try to clean up whatever is left. The Rabid Dog MC is going to sit out until the fighting is over.”

I watched his eyes closely, looking for any tells that would betray his truth. “And I'm just supposed to believe everything you just said?”

Sawyer cracked his knuckles and glanced down at my chest. “You mentioned something about trust. You're going to have to make a leap of faith, Sheriff.”

“Okay so if what you said is really happening, how can I stop the Blacks from destroying the Mexicans?”

Sawyer grinned and stood up, walking past me, glancing out the window. “You can't, Sheriff. All you'll do is get in the way and innocent cops will die.”

He might be right but I didn't want to just give up. My job was to protect and serve. How was I supposed to let all those people die and do nothing? I stood up and grabbed Sawyer's arm. His muscles flexed, breaking my grasp on him. “I need your help, Sawyer. Help me prevent more deaths. There has to be a way.”

Sawyer faced me and his dark eyes stared deeply into mine. I couldn't look away from his gaze. My heart beat like a hammer in my chest, the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. I remembered the kiss from before that had awakened feelings from deep down.

Sawyer reached out and took my hand in his. The sudden shock of electricity excited me. Sawyer pulled me towards him, and I fell against his chest. His heart was beating as hard as mine. I looked up at him and wished it—
kiss me.

I closed my eyes and parted my lips, accepting his firm mouth against mine. Every inch of me lit up with burning fire. His lips moved with mine as our heads swayed side to side. His rough hands were all over me, moving from my back to my hair. He deftly took my ponytail out until my mane of hair was released. I whipped it back and forth as Sawyer watched in awe.

“You have the most beautiful hair,” he whispered.

Crimson red flushed my cheeks and I averted eye contact. He kissed me again, harder and more passionately this time. His raging hard-on beneath his pants was pressed against my belly and I needed to let it loose. I fumbled around with his belt buckle that was in the shape of a spider. What was with all the spider imagery? Little too overboard for me.

Sawyer unbuttoned my shirt slowly, taking his time to reveal my breasts in a nude-colored bra. I had no idea this was going to happen today otherwise I would have worn something a little sexier. I cringed when I thought about my granny panties he'd soon to discover. Sawyer's fingertips ran across my peaks and he ran his index finger down into my cleavage. I leaned my head back and moaned. Sawyer's hand wandered around my back and undid my bra. I let it fall to ground and I kicked it to the side. Sawyer's eyes widened at the sight of my bare chest.

“You shouldn't hide such a perfect pair of tits under all that business attire. Those are just begging to be sucked.”

“I want your tongue on me, Sawyer,” I said with a heavy breath.

Sawyer pushed my boobs together, massaging and squeezing them. His thumb and index finger grazed over my nipples and he pinched them hard. I cried out softly from the pain that quickly turned to pleasure. Sawyer bent over and planted his face in my tits, his tongue running over every inch of my breasts. He put my nipple in my mouth and sucked on my hard, biting and chewing on me until I screamed out.

I couldn't take anymore. I finally got his belt loose and unsnapped his jeans. I licked my lips as I pulled down his pants. The outline of a giant cock was pinned beneath his boxer briefs. The adrenaline shot through me as I imagined that big spear piercing me.

Sawyer used two fingers to unhook my beige work pants and turned me around until I was facing away from him. He slowly bent me over my desk and I wildly swung my arms around, knocking papers and the computer onto the ground. I could always buy a new one. Sawyer peeled my pants off along with my white panties, trailing his fingers down the backs of my legs. A shiver was sent up my spine, giving me goosebumps all over my arms.

I knew we shouldn't be doing this but I couldn't help it. My logical self was far off somewhere, solving crimes or something. My animal self was here and now, begging Sawyer to fuck me like a savage.

He slapped my ass, shoving me further into my desk. My nipples were a little raw from the sucking and scraped along the wood. I screamed as Sawyer slapped me again, sliding a finger against my sex. I could hear him stick his finger in his mouth and taste me. My whole body almost came undone.

“You're so fucking wet, Charlotte.”

“Fuck me now, Sawyer,” I demanded. My insides were writhing with anticipation. I needed to be filled up before I exploded.

Sawyer pulled his briefs down and I snapped my head around to get a glimpse at his pulsing member, but he was already against me, sliding up against my wetness. He kept on his wife-beater and leather cut. He was so damn sexy. I waited, frozen in place, my pulse pounding. Sawyer forced all of him inside me, stretching me out to the limit.

“You're so goddamn tight,” he said through gritted teeth, drilling his way deeper and deeper. My mind was lost, blown away by the sexual predatory of Sawyer. He clenched both sides of my hips, slamming into me, crashing against me like a wave of sex. My body lurched forward with every thrust, my mouth wide open and moaning.

“Harder,” I murmured, barely able to think straight. Sawyer gripped my sides harder, scratching me with his nails. He pounded in and out of me, faster and faster, my ass jutting out to meet him. The pleasure enveloped me. I was so close.

Sawyer gathered my hair into a ponytail and pulled my head back. “Come for me, baby,” he whispered.

That was the end for me. I came around Sawyer as I shattered into a million pieces. My voice was gone as I screamed. My legs shook violently and I could barely hold myself up. Sawyer yelled my name as he found his release. I wanted him to stay in me forever, making me come over and over again.

He pulled out and collapsed on my back, leaving a void that needed to be filled again. “What the fuck was that?” I asked, my hair a mess all over my face.

“I have no fucking idea,” Sawyer replied, exasperated. He collapsed on top of my back, pressing me harder against the desk. I could barely breathe but I didn't care. I just had the best sex of my life. The kind of mind-blowing sex that changes you. The kind of sex that you forget everything you ever were or are. The kind that keeps you in the moment and reminds you to live.

Sawyer finally stood up and allowed me to breath. I was completely dead and used, not able to move a muscle. Sawyer wrestled with his jeans as he put each leg through. “What now?” Sawyer asked, wiping off his leather cut.

I brushed the hair out of my face. “I have no fucking idea.” Sounds outside my door bolted me right off the desk. “We need to get out of here right now.” I rushed to put my pants back on while Sawyer threw me my bra with a smile. I snapped it behind my back and tried to button-up my shirt as fast as I could.

“Ready?” he asked. I nodded to Sawyer to open the door and frantically raked my hair with my fingers while looking in my compact mirror.

Sawyer whipped the door open and Officer Moore was standing in the doorway, shocked and a little frightened. Sawyer turned back to me and winked before leaving.

Moore stumbled into my office, choking on his words. “These papers need to be signed, Sheriff.”

I swung my chair around and looked out the window. Claire was outside and embraced Sawyer. “Just leave them on my desk,” I told Moore. They drove off in a old blue Cadillac.