Ridin' Solo (Sisters From Hell Book 1) Marika Ray (book recommendations .txt) 📖

and I could have come with just a few more minutes of his current pace. Instead, he reached around with one hand and found my clit, circling and strumming until my legs began to quake.

My eyes squeezed shut and my core tightened almost painfully. Everything exploded into a million points of pleasure coating my skin and seeping through my bloodstream. The bedspread caught my screams even as Wyatt kept going, giving me no rest, no ease from the onslaught. A few seconds later he roared behind me, emptying himself in me and collapsing on my back in a hot, sweaty mess.

Eventually, he brushed the hair out of my face again to whisper, “I’m going to miss riding with you.”

I knew what he meant. Work wouldn’t be the same without him, but we both knew it was the right thing to do. We’d never be able to give the job full concentration if the other was near.

“I may ride solo at work again, but I’ll never ride solo at night with you here.”

At my promise, Wyatt peppered kisses down my back, slowly pulling out of me and grabbing the key to let me out of the cuffs. He rubbed my wrists and pulled me up against him in bed to cuddle, his fingertips finding patches of my bare skin to skim across.

“I’m just gonna throw this out there. I say we keep those cuffs for our own personal use.” Wyatt grinned down at me, a twinkle of the devil in him shining clear as day in his eyes.

“I think I could look the other way if we reported those cuffs as missing,” I replied, already thinking of ways to use them on him.

Wyatt

“I can’t believe we only have one day together before you transfer out,” Oakley said with a smile over the top of the cruiser.

It was good to see her back in uniform, doing the job she loved so much. She’d softened a bit since I’d first met her, but wearing the badge was still her most natural state. She slid behind the wheel and I climbed in the passenger side, our bellies full after grabbing lunch at Forty-Diner in downtown Auburn Hill. The morning had been entirely uneventful, leaving way too much time for me to flirt with Oakley and for her to knock me down with a frown and a sharp retort about being serious. Just like old times.

“Got another call about Jeremiah Singleton violating his restraining order. Can you run over and check it out?” Dispatch’s request came over the radio loud and clear.

I grabbed the receiver to answer. “We’re on it.”

Oakley hit the lights but kept the siren off. Jeremiah was usually harmless, and scaring him with a blaring siren wouldn’t do us any favors in talking him off his ex’s property. When we pulled up to the address she was so familiar with, she didn’t have to look it up, Jeremiah was sitting on the porch steps, head in hands.

“I got this,” Oakley sighed, getting out of the car and approaching the guy before I could get there first.

“Yo, Jeremiah. What’s going on, man?” she asked jovially, standing in front of him.

He glanced up and winced when he saw who it was. His gaze darted over to me and he sat up straight. “I swear I wasn’t doing nothing! I just came over to get my shirt back.”

Oakley sighed, and I caught on quick that this time, she was going with the good cop. Which meant I was bad cop. Which meant now my brain was thinking about her being a bad girl last night and how us riding together really wasn’t going to work out based on the little problem I now had in the front of my pants.

“You broke up almost a year ago, Jeremiah. You need to accept that it’s over.” She crouched down and put her hand on his knee. “There’s a woman out there who’s just perfect for you, but you’ll never find her because you’re too caught up in the past. Let this one go, J.”

His lower lip trembled and the extra shine in his eyes wasn’t from yawning. “I’m trying, Lee.”

She squeezed his knee. “I’m going to need you to try harder.”

“Time to stand up, pal.” I came over and pulled handcuffs out. The poor guy stood and put his hands together to assume the position like he knew the drill. I’d have to ask Oakley how many times she’d arrested him.

He didn’t put up a fuss, just got in the back of the cruiser and looked out the window as we drove him back to booking. Oakley wanted to take him inside herself, so I sat in the cruiser and watched them like a hawk. They whispered back and forth a few times outside the door to the tiny county jail. My heart squeezed when Oakley reached over and gave him a side hug before escorting him inside. Guess Jeremiah had taken Oakley’s advice to heart about finding a new woman.

I got busy on the computer, looking up Jeremiah’s arrest record, nearly peeing myself when I saw the last arrest had ended with the back seat of Oakley’s cruiser needing a full sanitizing. My leg jiggled up and down. If she took any longer getting Jeremiah booked in, I’d have to go inside and use their bathroom. I shouldn’t have had all that tea at lunch.

Another cruiser came into the lot and parked. The other deputy team hauled a guy out of the car and to his feet. In a flash, he reared back and headbutted the deputy behind him. I was out of the car in the next breath, running over to help. Between the three of us, we got him down on the ground. Clearly, the guy was on something to have that kind of strength even while handcuffed.

The deputy who’d gotten headbutted shouted, “On three we tase.”

We all knew what that meant, jumping up and clear of the guy when he