Part 77 (2/2)

”Put down the weapon,” one of our patrons repeated, in a surprisingly commanding voice. It was a thicker, tall man in a turtleneck sweater and a buzzed haircut. I spotted a holstered gun at his waist.

”Everybody relax,” Jeremy hissed, twitching the knife at Dalton. ”Everybody except you. YOU are leaving here with a fresh stab wound, thanks to completely f.u.c.king up my night. I was going to f.u.c.k this girl ragged, and I almost had her when you dragged your sorry a.s.s in.”

”It's over, Jeremy,” Dalton told him. ”Put down the knife. People are calling the cops.”

”No need,” the patron muttered, unfastening his gun. ”I've got this under control.”

Jeremy snapped, whipping towards him with the knife. ”No! f.u.c.k you! f.u.c.k all of you!”

The stranger ducked, but he still took a neat gash to the back of his hand. With a heavy groan, he reflexively punched Jeremy in the face with his free fist, sending my ex-boyfriend clattering backwards against an empty booth. The resounding sound of a click with his thumb told us all that the safety was removed, and he was prepared to shoot.

”Drop the knife, son, before you make this any worse for yourself.”

Jeremy hissed, collecting his senses, but let the knife clatter to the ground. ”Alright, fine, tough guy. Who the f.u.c.k are you, anyway?”

The patron whipped out his wallet with his bleeding hand, unfolding it to reveal a nice, s.h.i.+ny badge. ”Off-duty officer. Now you've f.u.c.ked up. I don't know what kind of scene you were causing a second ago, and frankly, I don't want to know...”

He glanced over at Dalton and me.

”He's my stepbrother. We're not related,” I quickly interjected.

”...Right.” The officer turned back. ”But it's a serious crime to attack an officer of the law. Hands up where I can see them, NOW...”

After the scene was over and the officer had taken some notes from both of us, he patted me on the shoulder with his freshly bandaged hand.

”That guy shouldn't be bothering either of you anymore,” he rea.s.sured me. ”What the h.e.l.l were you thinking, going into public with someone as controlling and deranged as that?”

”I...wasn't thinking,” I conceded. ”I wasn't in a great place when he contacted me this afternoon, and I should have known better... I'm so sorry that this happened.”

The officer looked saddened. He quickly dug out his business card and handed it to me. ”Listen. I don't think this guy will be a problem, but if you run into a situation like this again... call me. My older sister had a controlling boyfriend like this. It didn't end well... and that convinced me to become a cop in the first place.”

He turned to Dalton. ”And you... help this one keep her head straight, won't you? You handled yourself well with a knife in your face. The only people I know who don't flinch like that are ex-military.”

”Marines,” he shrugged.

The officer gave him a subtle nod. ”Good man. Honor to be in your company. Anyway... you two have a good night. I have a s.h.i.+t-ton of paperwork to file now...”

With that, he left. We quickly paid out the tab and left the restaurant, eager to get away from that mess as soon as possible.

”Do you want to get out of here?” Dalton asked, the moment that we were back outside. ”You might recall that neither of us live terribly far from here.”

”Yeah. Unfortunately, Jeremy drove... do you have your other helmet?”

”Of course,” he smiled.

”Then yeah,” I nodded. ”Let's ditch this place.”

He smiled softly, leading me towards his motorcycle. ”Going back to your place?”

”Nah,” I grinned. ”Yours.”

And so we did.

Thirty minutes later, fueled by the heat of the evening, we stumbled into his rental house. I say stumbled, because Dalton's mouth was already pressed against mine, our lips instantly locking.

Dalton fumbled with the door locks, almost as an afterthought, while we furiously kissed. We barely made it into the house before our pa.s.sions overwhelmed us. I could already feel his powerful hands the hands of a marine clamped firmly around my thighs, dragging upwards.

His impossible weapon yearned against the denim of his jeans, aching for my touch. It pressed into my leg, radiating extraordinary heat.

”G.o.ddammit Dalton, I need you,” I purred breathlessly. ”I never stopped needing you.”

”I know,” he murmured into my lips.

His hands slid up my body, tracing my curves with his rugged palms until he had them around my neck. I lifted my chin, letting him squeeze if he needed to, but instead he cupped the back of my head and pulled me into another crus.h.i.+ng kiss.

”I love you, Clara,” he whispered between engulfing kisses.

I felt every nerve in my body spark with emotion, a whiplash of pleasure thras.h.i.+ng down my spine. My entire being curled up inside, taking his words and building itself up around them.

”I love you too, Dalton,” I replied with hesitation. As the words suddenly slipped from my trembling lips, I realized how right they were to say, and how much I needed him to know their truth.

I couldn't just utter them fearfully.

He needed to understand their conviction.

I repeated it, fiercer this time: ”I... love you.” As I did so, I let my fingers firmly wrap around his shoulders, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

With the powerful swipe of an arm, Dalton shoved a bowl of fruit and few misplaced possessions clean off the counter.

I let him shove me down to the surface, unbuckling my jeans and tugging them down my thighs. Ripping them off and yanking my panties down, I felt the cold surface and s.h.i.+vered...

Until his hot, yearning breath took me away.

He kissed down just above my eager p.u.s.s.y. The pressure sent a burst of intoxicating emotion through my core.

”Oh G.o.d, Dalton,” I murmured peacefully.

He slipped into place beneath my thighs, hoisting them over his shoulders. His strong fingertips dug into my skin as he secured me around his face, kneeling against a stool to hold himself into position.

I felt the flicker of his tongue against my c.l.i.t, and just like that, I was undeniably his once more.

With the expert precision I'd come to expect from my experienced, talented lover, Dalton easily flicked the b.u.t.ton of pa.s.sion with the tip of his tongue. Diving into my hood, he lapped with broad strokes, teased with varied pressure, flicked the edge, and brought down his lips to push down upon my tender, needful c.l.i.t.

”That feels so good, baby...”

Dalton continued downward, licking up the juices that began to lubricate my wet, demanding p.u.s.s.y. I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter for him. I loved every last little flick of his tongue and firm kiss from his lips.

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