Cuffed to the Bad Boy Cop: A Stepbrother Romance (12 page)

"Works for me."

Gage carefully lifted me out of the swing and set me on my feet. I swayed against him. He slid an arm around my waist to steady me. "You okay?"

I leaned my cheek against his chest and grinned happily. "Never been better."

Chapter Eight

"Will you quit squirming?"

I glared at Gage from the front passenger seat of his SUV. "I can't! This thing you shoved in my bottom is driving me crazy."

Gage glanced at me as we barreled down the highway. "If you had finished packing last night, you wouldn't be wearing that plug right now, would you?"

I frowned and crossed my arms. "No," I admitted grudgingly.

"I told you the consequences before I left for work yesterday. You broke the rules. I punished you. End of story."

“Whatever,” I grumbled and looked out the window.

So.

Okay.

Yes.

He was right.

Yes, he
had
warned me about screwing around and not getting my overnight bag packed for our trip home for Thanksgiving. And, okay, sure I did choose to go out with my friends for dinner and drinks and sort of forgot to pack until this morning—when I woke up half an hour late and hungover.

Still…making me wear this stupid plug in my ass was just too mean. It was obscene. It was embarrassing. It was
exactly
the kind of thing I expected from the big, mean Dom version of Gage.

"Quit pouting."

I turned toward him and grinned as big and bright as I could manage. "Is this better, Sir?"

"Keep pushing me, Meg. There are plenty of rest areas between here and home where I can pull over and turn that fine little ass of yours cherry red."

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Try me.” After warning me not to keep pushing, he yawned and rubbed the back of his neck. Suddenly, I felt like a jackass. While I had been out having fun with my friends, he had been on a crazy, dangerous SWAT call with a lunatic monster who had barricaded himself in his house with two toddlers. The guy had threatened to kill the two kids. Like held knives to their necks and gun against their heads while screaming at the police through a window. The whole awful thing had played out on live television. There were grainy cell phone videos all over social media too.

Thankfully, Gage’s team had managed to talk the guy down and get those kids to safety. Gage hadn’t been forced to take one life to save two of them. He had been able to come home to me without the added guilt and remorse that came from doing his duty.

And I had been the worst girlfriend ever. I had left a mess in the kitchen after satisfying my late night munchies and a pile of clothes and a wet towel on the floor of our bathroom. Instead of coming home to the clean space he liked and a girlfriend who could attend to his emotional needs, he had walked into a messy house and found a drunken girlfriend starfished right in the middle of his bed. Not only that, but I had forgotten to set my alarm and hadn’t packed so I had been in a rush and had been rude and snippy because of my slight hangover.

“Gage?” I bit my lower lip and hoped he wouldn’t shut me out after I had been such a bitch to him.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” When he glanced at me, there was nothing mad or angry in his expression. He was tired, but he wasn’t cross.

I reached across the space between us and took his hand. “I’m so sorry about the way I treated you this morning. I’m sorry I was so childish and rude. I’m sorry I didn’t pack and that I left a mess all over the house.”

Interlacing our fingers, he lifted our hands and kissed the back of mine. “You’re allowed to make a mess and be a jerk every now and then, Meg. That’s part of being in a relationship. We aren’t always going to see each other at our very best.”

“I really am sorry that you came home to a dirty kitchen and a passed out girlfriend when you probably needed me to be awake and comforting.”

He didn’t answer me immediately. After a few tense heartbeats of silence, he admitted, “I was upset that you had been out drinking and having a good time while I was staring down my scope at a psycho. When that call was over and those kids were safe and we were finished debriefing down at the station, I wanted to come home to you. That’s all I could think about while I was driving home. I had seen your texts so I knew you had gotten back to the house safe. I wanted to shower and crawl into bed with you and just hold you.”

Hearing him talk like that, hearing him speak so honestly and openly about his raw feelings and what he had needed left me feeling lower than mud. “I’m sorry, Gage.”

“It’s all right. You didn’t know. I didn’t tell you that I needed you. I could have sent you a text and asked you to be awake for me.” He gave my hand a squeeze. “I know you would have downed about five cups of coffee to sober up for me.”

“I would have,” I agreed. “I should have done that anyway.”

He shook his head. “I told you to go out and have a good time—and you did. There’s nothing wrong with that.” His gaze skipped from the windshield to my face. “But next time you clean up your messes and stay on your side of the bed if you’re going to snore like a lumberjack.”

“I do not snore!”

“You sure as hell do, baby girl.” He laughed hard at that. “It was like cuddling up to a chainsaw.”

Mortified, I silently swore I would never drink more than a glass of wine or one cocktail ever again. Gage yawned again, and I asked, “Do you want to pull over and let me drive? I can tell you're tired."

He squeezed my hand. "I'm fine. Besides," he added with a teasing grin, "I've seen you drive."

"Hey! I'm not that bad."

"Meg, I work in SWAT, and I almost pissed my pants the last time you drove us to a movie."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, please. That light was totally yellow."

"I'm sure it was. But, again, yellow means slow down. It doesn't mean hit the gas." He shook his head. "That car almost ended up in my lap."

I snorted at his exaggeration. "Yeah. Okay. Whatever."

He flicked my bare thigh with his fingers. "It's true."

"Ow." Now it was my turn to be melodramatic. The little snap was nothing compared to the spankings and floggings Gage had given me when we played. It was hard to believe it had only been such a few short months since we had started our secret relationship. I had gone from a lily-white virgin to sitting here in the front seat of his SUV with a small anal plug inserted in my bottom while we drove to my mother's house. Wild, right?

"So this thing between us," Gage said carefully.

My heart skipped a beat. "Yeah?"

"Are we telling your mother and my father or are we keeping it quiet a little longer?"

I sighed as the weight of the question settled onto my shoulders. "Honestly, I think Mom would handle it okay. She's always been fairly pragmatic about these kinds of things. I mean, we're not actually related. It's not as if we knew each other when I was really young or anything pervy like that."

"Hell no!" Gage seemed aghast at the thought. "It's the age thing I worry about most. You're not even twenty-two."

“We've had this discussion before, Gage. I'm good with the age spread. You're good with the age spread. We're making it work."

"So you want to come clean with your mom and Jack?"

"No." My eyes widened. "Not at Thanksgiving dinner, Gage. If Jack takes it badly or if Mom reacts differently than I expect, we could ruin the holidays."

"So after the New Year?"

I nodded. "After the New Year."

"Okay.”

“Okay,” I echoed, feeling calmer now that we had discussed our plan. I wasn’t sure how well we could hide what was happening between us. The chemistry we shared was undeniable, and those looks we exchanged, the ones that were heated and longing, would be hard to hide.

“Meg?”

“Yes?”

“Pull up your skirt and show me your pussy."

I gasped at his brazen instruction. "But we're on the highway!'

"And?"

"And?" I glanced around the cab of his SUV. My gaze skipped to the empty lane on our right. "A car could pull up next to us! What if someone sees me?"

"They'll be jealous as fuck that I’m the guy you chose to eat that pretty pink pussy of yours.”

My face flushed at his rather tawdry compliment. His gaze skipped from the road to my lap and then to my face. It was a silent command that I couldn’t refuse. So I gulped and lifted my skirt with trembling hands. My nipples buzzed and pulled tight into hard peaks as the excitement and illicit thrill of what I was doing settled low in my chest. This was
dirty
in a good way.

"Pull aside your panties. Let me see your cunt, Meg."

A white-hot frisson rippled through me. I licked my lips and tugged aside the fabric of my pale pink panties. My bare pussy was revealed to Gage—and anyone who drove beside us.

"Open your legs."

I let my thighs fall open and adjusted my panties so they were fully pulled aside. The silicone plug in my ass started to change from an annoying intruder to a welcome accessory. I shifted in my seat and started to focus on just how good that small, smooth plug felt inside me.

"Show me your clit."

I parted the lips of my sex and revealed my clit. The pink nub started to swell with excitement and peek out from under its protective hood. Down below, my pussy began to throb and seep its slick wetness.

"You're getting wet."

It wasn't a question. He knew, of course. He knew my body and my mind so well. In so short a time, he truly had mastered me.

"I want you to come, Meg. Touch your clit. Fuck your pussy with your fingers."

I glanced at him, my face burning with excitement and nervousness. He looked so calm and assured. I found the courage I so desperately needed in his strong, confident demeanor.

No longer caring if someone saw me touching myself, I swirled my fingertips over my clit and then dipped them inside me. Just an inch or so inside and then back out again. My fingers flicked over the little pearl and then I slowly thrust into myself with two fingers and spread the wetness around my clit.

I squeaked when Gage reached over and grabbed my breast through my shirt. November in Texas wasn't exactly chilly so I had worn a simple top and skirt, the material thin enough that I could feel the roughness of Gage's palm through the fabric. His hand slipped under my shirt, his palm rasping across my belly before moving over my bra. He jerked down a cup and freed my nipple.

I cried out as he tweaked my flesh, pulling my nipple and rolling it between his fingers. My pussy clenched, and my clit pulsed at the bright flash of pain. I strummed my clit even faster now and then slid my other hand even lower and plunged two fingers inside me.

Feet planted on the dashboard, I worked my body with both hands. I thrust my fingers in and out of my slick channel and rubbed my clit. Gage kept pinching and pulling on my nipple and squeezing my breast. The soft buzzing pain of his fingertips tormenting my breast made my belly flutter.

I came with a low groan. My toes curled hard against the dashboard as I rocked in the seat. Spasms of ecstasy gripped me. I cupped my sex as the last few bursts of pleasure left my body.

Gage rubbed my breast before tugging my bra cup back into place. "Let me taste you."

His husky voice left me trembling. I placed my glistening fingertips against his mouth. He sucked them between his lips and let his tongue glide across my skin. He moaned hungrily and sucked hard on my fingers. I glanced at his lap and noticed the front of his jeans stretched and tented across his thick erection. My fingers fell from his mouth. I started to reach for his fly but he stopped me.

"We can't, Meg."

I pouted. "Why not?"

He shot me an amused grin. "I'm driving on the interstate. It's not safe. You'd have to unbuckle your seatbelt to reach me in this Tahoe. Besides, I'm a cop. It wouldn't look so great if I got pulled over with my cock buried in your throat."

I sat back and pulled my panties back into place. "You're no fun."

He laughed and adjusted himself. "I hear that all the time."

I smiled at him and tugged my skirt down over my thighs. He reached over and took my hand, the gesture gentle and loving. We sat in comfortable silence as his SUV raced down the highway. I let my mind drift as the post-orgasmic buzz swamped me with its lazy euphoria.

When Gage flicked his turn signal and merged into the right lane, I took notice. We were still an hour or so from our destination. He took an exit that led to one of those big rest areas. He parked in the far corner of the lot in a secluded spot that faced away from the large facility of bathrooms and vending machines. With the tinted windows, we would be mostly obscured inside the cab of the SUV. I didn't even have to ask what he had in mind.

Grinning with excitement, I unbuckled my belt and pulled my legs up into the seat. Kneeling on it, I turned and kissed him. Gage groaned with need as my greedy little hands slid up under his polo shirt. I scratched at his muscular abdomen and well-defined chest and enjoyed the feel of his hard body beneath my fingertips. My hand followed the ridges of his abdomen right down to his belt buckle. I grasped his cock through the denim and gave it a playful squeeze.