Hitting up the old highway, I reverse back into my spot. I go here often when I hunt. Nobody can see my car surrounded by random shrubbery and rocks, making it easy for me to catch speeders.
Turning the lights off, I sit back and sigh heavily. Man, it’s been a slow day. I look at the clock—one more hour before I’m off work. A motorcycle passes and hits its brakes. I quirk an eyebrow, curious why the motorist has stopped. Sitting up in my seat, the bike turns around illegally, heading right toward my cruiser.
“Shit,” I whisper. The bike pulls off into my alcove, and that’s when I spot the insignia on the leather jacket—‘Sin City Outlaws, Zeek’.
Whipping off his helmet then turning off the bike’s engine, he smirks. “So it’s you who sits in this little spot every time.”
“You mean to tell me you know I’m here?”
He laughs.
“Sorry to break it to ya, but everyone knows that a sheriff car sits here at night.” I think Christmas was just ruined. I surely thought nobody knew I was sitting here.
Setting his helmet on his bike, he drops the kickstand and climbs off.
“What are you doing?” I murmur.
Ignoring me, he strides to the other side of the car and gets in.
“What are you doing?!” I nearly shout.
“Sitting.” He starts playing with dials and buttons on the dash.
“You know…” He shifts in his seat, looking into the back. “I’ve never been up front before.”
I can’t contain my laughter. “How many times have you been arrested?”
He twists his mouth like he’s trying to concentrate.
“Shit, I don’t know. I lost count.”
“Well, to answer your question, it’s been a slow night. Mid-week is usually like this.”
He relaxes into his seat, his head dropped back onto the headrest.
“If I was smart, Jillian, I wouldn’t be here. Actually, if I was smart, I would have never touched you.” His words sting, the truth in them feeling like a double-edged sword.
“Why’s that?” I shrug, his words angering me.
“Because I’m going to hurt you.”
“You don’t know that.”
He chuckles, like I just said the stupidest thing in the world.
“You’re a smart girl, don’t be dumb.”
My mouth pops open, words of fury ready to spill.
“But then again, I’m street-smart and I’m still not strong enough to walk away. I can save you from a lot of things, Jillian, but I can’t save you from me.”
I don’t know how to feel or respond to that.
Silence fills the car. I wish I was strong enough to walk away, too. But I’m not.
“Wow, it really is a slow night.”
I nod in agreement. “Yeah, told ya.”
“You want me to get on my bike and speed past, give you something to chase?”
“Ha! When I catch you, then what? Take you into custody just so they can release you again?”
He turns and starts fiddling with the frays on his torn jeans.
“Nah, that won’t happen.” He looks up, a playful gleam in his eyes. “‘Cause you won’t catch me.”
“Buh… huh…” I stammer. “I bet I can, I’m pretty good at driving.”
He bursts into laughter, little dimples forming at the corners of his mouth.
“A girl who carries a gun, can drive a car like she stole it, and fucks like a lioness…” he mutters to himself. “I should just hand my balls over now.”
“Fucks like a lioness, huh?” My cheeks flush to the point I have to look away.
“You’re so strong-willed, yet so vulnerable and innocent at the same time.” Taking my eyes off the road, I risk looking at him and find him staring at me with hungry eyes.
“I’m not so innocent,” I insist. I mean, I did just sleep with the enemy.
“Compared to where I come from, you’re a fucking angel, Jillian.”
Leaning in, he tucks his hand behind my head, bringing my mouth to his. I resist for a brief second before giving in. His mouth is soft, warm. I caress his tongue with mine, tasting him while inhaling his ragged breaths. The way our mouths feel together, it’s an addiction that outweighs any guilt that tries to surface.
He breaks the kiss and runs his lips along my jaw. My head tilts back, my eyes struggling to stay open with the lust glazing them to the point I can barely see straight.
“5Paul69.”
Zeek stills.
“Shit,” I breathe heavily.
“What is it?”
“That’s me.” Zeek moves back so I can grab the radio.
“5Paul69,” I respond, the words coming out strained and breathy.
“We have an officer who is seeking backup. All other units are currently out of service.”
Looking at Zeek, he’s pulling at his jeans, adjusting his apparent erection. I hate to leave him, but I have no choice. It’s probably better if we split up anyway; someone could see us here.
“5Paul69. En route.”
“5Paul69, copy.”
“I gotta take that,” I inform Zeek.
“69? You have 69 in your handle?” He laughs, sitting back in his seat. Using both hands, he brushes his hair back, the muscles in his biceps flexing.
“Yeah, so?”
“Do you know what 69 is?”
I furrow my brows. “Yes, I know what 69 is, and I didn’t get to pick my number... it was handed to me.”
He squints, his lips rolling against one another like he’s trying not to say what he’s thinking.
“Say it, what?” I laugh.