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If looks could kill, I'd be the next name in the obituary. Officer Javelin had returned not long after I'd dropped off the drinks at our booth and since then every chance she got, she glared at me. She looked like she wanted to slap me and then pull me in to lick my neck and I was thoroughly enjoying myself watching her make those faces.
"What's up with you, Ruger? You look like you just banged the preacher's daughter and burned down City Hall." Rapunzel whispered into my ear. I laughed and pushed my sunglasses to the top of my head so I could help her set up her muffins, ignoring the way my face was still brimming with unnecessary heat. She's definitely not sorry that she maced me now.
"Nothin' special." I grinned.
"It wouldn't have anything to do with that cop whose been looking this way since you got back would it?" She lowered her voice, though it caught Marshall's pretty wife's ears and she gave me an exasperated look.
"jesus, Els." She groaned dramatically, making me snicker at the chestnut haired woman. "You didn't."
"Of course I didn't, Chloe." I rolled my eyes. "I just got back into town." Shrugging like it wasn't a big deal, I opened a bottle of beer.
"Yeah? I heard you stayed with Punzie last night." She raised a brow at me.
"She needed comfort." I snorted. "I'm all about the service, Darlin'."
"Elsa!" Rapunzel shoved at me and I ended up almost spilling my newly opened bottle. "That goes twice for you Chloe, you know that ship has sailed." I saw her face begin to redden as she tossed a cupcake at our president's wife, which she barely dodged. "Let's not forget about your little crush on her." She shot back with narrowed wicked eyes.
"Hello, I'm standing right here you two." I pulled my sunglasses back down and took a long drink while they continued like I hadn't even said anything. Luckily whatever they were talking about was back when I first got into Arendelle and they'd thankfully settled down since then. We were all young and dumb at the time, though now we could laugh about it. (Even with their men.)
"All the more for us to talk about you, Cutie Pie." Chloe giggled and pressed her lips to the top of my head.
"Wait, speaking of-" I turned to Rapunzel "Did you happen to patch things up with Ryder yet?" At my question, her face fell somewhat as she looked from me to where the guys were schmoozing Kristoff and a few other officers. I also noticed that Red stayed right where she was at their booth, not daring to cross the line without possibly choking me.
"He comes to me, I'll forgive him." She answered. Chloe gave her a pat on the back, winked at me and then went off to boss the Prospects around since they were casually drinking beer, doing nothing constructive.
"Sweetheart." I drawled, wrapping an arm around her and I pulled her to me. "How many times has he come to you apologizing for letting his dick think for him?"
"I-it doesn't matter, I'm still hurt over it." She complained, attempting to push me away from her.
"Well, I can say either he's done trying to apologize, or he's got one more bullet in the chamber. A guy can only be sorry a few times before he goes insane." I tightened my hold on her. "Soon he'll be losing weight, he'll look like shit and he'll probably be wanting to go Nomad too. He'll go crazy-"
"Okay! I get it." Rapunzel grumbled, finally managing to untangle from me.
"And from what I felt last night, you're feeling pretty randy by now aren't you?" I leaned in to whisper in her ear, finishing with blowing hot breath right at her sweet spot. Completely in shock, she jumped away from me, but instantly reciprocated by jamming a frosted cupcake directly into my face.
"OH! Gets creamed by the Frying Pan Queen!" Beck whooped, jerking everyone's attention to us. "Say, Ruger. Was it good for you?" He continued to laugh hysterically, causing the others to join in as well.
"Oh yeah. Fucking mind-blowing." I laughed too, wiping my face, grinning like an idiot as I wiped whatever was on my hand on Rapunzel's nose.
From then on, we continued our day. The prospects actually concocted a pretty awesome tasting batch of chili, which was gone just as quickly and they scrambled to make more. The other two idiots finally made up and whatever slight tension we felt, was dissipated after that. Thank goodness. Again, Marshall told me to get my cut, which I finally relented and when I returned with the leather on my shoulders, our group erupted in cheers.
"So damned good to have you back, Ruger." Hans decided to greet me as I sat next to him.
"Good to be back, Thorny." I chuckled, pulling his beanie over his eyes.
"So, you gonna need someone to go back with you?" He paused when I stiffened somewhat. "Beck and Ryder told us about your dad. I'm sorry." Putting his arm around my shoulder, I allowed him to give me a hug. "I'll be more that happy to go back with you for the funeral." A few others nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, during my visit, he asked about the Club." I smiled fondly at the memory. "It was cute to see how interested he was in what we did. And he especially loved my cut. Says he'd never seen or heard of anything like it."
"So, it's settled then? I'm sure Chloe and Smy would like to go too. We might not have known him, but we know you Baby Girl." He actually sounded like a VP and it was refreshing to know that Ralph's stupid information on the guy was only one to throw me for a loop. Asshole.
"Nah, everyone's busy with the upcoming patch-over and I'm not even officially back in yet-"
"Shut up, Ruger." Hans squeezed my shoulders playfully. "That patch-over party is going to be fifty times better than Mardi Gras, either way. Caspian's a shoo-in so it wouldn't be that big a deal to take a road trip back to the city to pay respects to the man who made a goddess like you."
"You're a damned charmer, Thorn." I grinned at him. "You need an Old Lady."
"So do you, miss VP." He added, clinking his bottle against mine before taking a drink.
"One at a time keeps me humble." I took my own drink, making him threaten to spit his back out.
"Well, fuck, there goes the neighborhood!" He laughed, raising his bottle in the air and catching everyone's attention. "Here's to the Almighty Ruger and her glorious return!"
"Hey I still got two days!" I protested over the cheering, only causing them to grow a few octaves and catching more attention from fellow gazebos. Not to mention, the APD's where Red stared curiously at the uproar. Before I could acknowledge her, Hans picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder and twirling me around like some sort of child while I tried not to squeal like one.
Damned good to be home!
"You sure you're alright?" Rapunzel asked from under Ryder's arm. We'd just finished for the day, so while the prospects cleaned the rest up, we slowly dispersed. From what our Treasurer, Kai, counted, Ash Baker would be donating over a thousand dollars to the arts programs for the schools around Arendelle, courtesy of Chloe and Rapunzel. They started the whole thing a few years ago when Chloe's little brother told her that he couldn't be in Band anymore because they were cutting the funds in half. A couple of saints were they.
"More than fine, plus I don't want to be there to hear the two of you tearing up the whole house." I chuckled, earning myself an enormous eye-roll from my blonde friend but a shit-eating grin from Ryder. Yeah...no. I choose life.
"Besides, she's got her own place back." Marshall appeared behind me and Chloe handed me a set of keys.
"The girls and I were in charge of the renovation, so it should be to your liking." She flashed me a winning smile, probably blinding some innocent person behind me.
"Holy shit, you renovated it?" I asked incredulously.
"Hell yes." Marshall ruffled my hair. "No one lives a pigsty life in Ash Baker."
"With all due respect, Marsh." I scoffed. "My house was not that bad when I left." His response was a tilt of his head and some wisps of jet black hair fell in his bright grey eyes as he gave me his little boy grin. Ass. I pinched his nose and they both kissed my cheek before walking off to the parking lot.
When every one cleared out, including the prospects, I went to sit at a random picnic table and brought out my phone. No new messages. Good. I didn't want to think about everything that went down during my return to the city. Try as I may, it still happened. Granted, I hardly knew my dad and he barely even knew me, but those last few weeks, we mended some fences. My only regret was not going back to visit him earlier. I didn't hate him or anything, but after he died I felt like an ungrateful brat. Thus my sudden poon-tang bender which I was not proud of whatsoever and made sure to get tested before I got back into Arendelle.
As I begrudgingly thought back on all that went down, I didn't notice the sun sinking and when I finally snapped out of it, the streetlights had already came on around me.
Officer Javelin didn't show.
That's alright, I'm probably not in the right state of mind to fully satisfy her. I snorted at my self-depreciation. 'Does wittle Ruger want a bottle too?' My consciousness mocked and I stood to my feet with an idiotic grin on my face. I popped my neck and strolled to the parking lot, thinking about how my new place looked. Was there any food? Shower supplies? Knowing Chloe and the girls, I had all I needed already. (Including a casserole that I would be able to eat in the morning.)
"I've been standing here for over thirty minutes." A sweet voice made my head jerk to the side, taken off guard once again by the redhead. I was surprised to see her in civilian clothes. She wore a white v-neck that accentuated her torso very nicely and my eyes glued the way the white fabric clung perfectly to those gorgeous tits of hers. They're a little bigger than I first thought. My eyes fell to her slim waist covered by dark fitted jeans, then to her fucking delectable hips and then down sexy legs and all the way back up to find her hair down . It fell in fiery waves around the smooth skin of her neck, framing her face perfectly, making my loins begin to burn. Yeah, I think I'm all sorts of fucked up over this woman.
I remembered she'd said something. "Yeah?" My voice was hoarse and I cleared it. "What are you thinking?" I asked because she had a frown on her pretty face, clearly puzzling over something internal.
"I'm still trying to figure that out."
"There anything I can do to help?"
Her response was an attempted glare which was quickly replaced with curiosity when her eyes caught sight of my cut. I let her stare in silence, but of course her eyes slowly glazed over the rest of my body. I wore a black spaghetti strapped shirt that showed off my chest and partially my stomach. My belt was in place along with a few chains for the hell of it and I also wore my favorite pair of jeans that were torn on the left knee and of course, my signature combat boots. My cut wasn't the same kind the guys wore because I didn't have broad shoulders, though Marshall made sure to get me one that would fit me and would hold everything a cut of Ash Baker was supposed to have.
We were a stark contrast of each other and I had to wonder if she'd ever tumbled with someone like me. I'd be surprised if she said yes. When I shifted, she seemed to snap out of it.
"What exactly did you have in mind when you told me to meet you here?" She asked quietly.
"I think you know that answer, Officer Javelin." I breathed. "What's it going to take to get you under me?"
"A miracle." She snapped. "And that's a terrible way to approach someone you want to sleep with." And a turn on for you, I bet. I could see it in the way her face began to flush.
"I may want to sleep with you, Anna, but I'm also the type that'll stop when you say so."
"Tattoos and chivalry? Seriously, I want to be seen as having a lot more to offer than some blow-up doll." She stated, crossing her arms, the action causing her breasts to squeeze together. I would have been hypnotized by them had her words not shocked me. Both of my eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Well, fuck." I pretended to wipe my forehead. "If you're serious, then I can save the breath I'd need in order to inflate my date later. Her name's Laila by the way."
She laughed. It was a glorious sound, but when she made a move to hit me, I scrambled out of the way so fast she looked around in question. "What?"
"Oh. I was afraid you'd whip out your mace again." I shrugged. Realization dawned on her and she attacked me again, making me yelp in mock distress.
I lead Anna through my house and into the bedroom. In the quick glances I'd gotten of the place amazed me. I'd explore later, but right now I was too focused on my primary preoccupation. Officer Javelin. I fought the urge to toss her on the bed, thrust into her and ride her long and hard. She wants more than that, idiot. Cool your jets.
Anna turned, her lithe, soft body warm against mine as she gazed up at me with a soft desire in her eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. "What now?" She asked quietly. Something about her seemed to calm me almost instantly. It was a new feeliing. I smoothed my hands down her hair, making her purr and she closed her eyes, thoroughly enjoying that simple act.
"Are you okay with this?" I had to ask. We could get in serious trouble.
"Yes. Get out of your head, Ruger." She giggled. My gut suddenly ached with how eager she seemed. Eager to please. Okay then.
"I want you on your hands and knees, Sweetcheeks." I rasped. "Restraints come later. Right now I only want you."
I heard her breath stutter a bit and I watched her pupils dialate almost rapidly as desire flooded her face. "I-I want whatever you give me, Elsa."
I leaned in to kiss her, instantly sliding my tongue in so I could taste her. It was as mind-blowing as the first ones we shared and I couldn't help but like the way our breaths lingered. Intimate was the word. The way I took the air she gave, sucking it in, savoring, before returning it to her.
"Undress and get on the bed." I found the strength to pull away from her mouth. "On your hands and knees, perch your knees on the edge of the mattress."
Anna nodded and pulled away from me, instantly stripping out of her clothes and I followed suit. I stopped in my tracks as she crawled onto the bed and presented her perfect ass just the way I wanted. Bloody hell. I almost passed out when she glanced over her freckled shoulder, clear invitation in her bright eyes. Fuck she's ready. I couldn't help but notice how wet she was, letting me know that she'd also wanted this and I just had to make sure I didn't go overboard. Not an inflatable doll. I smirked and quickly undressed the rest of my body before going to the bed.
My hands smoothed over her sweet ass, cupping, caressing gently and enjoying the sight entirely. I felt my own arousal spike through me, hard and fierce, making my cock swell to the point of where I thought it would burst from the delightful torture. Holy shit. I slid my fingers through the folds of her womanhood, testing her own arousal and my throat dried when I felt just how swollen and wet she was. More than ready for me.
"Damn, Anna. You're killing me." I groaned, holding off in order to stroke her to further heights with my fingers.
She shifted restlessly, pushing back against my experimental fingers, clutching greedily at me as I withdrew my fingers. This was definitely a change of pace for me but I wasn't hating it whatsoever. I bit my lip as I pushed my fingers in again, delving deeper, testing her inner velvet walls and ultimately seeking the rougher texture of flesh a little further in. When I found it, Anna cried out and a burst of wetness coated my fingers.
"F-fuck, Elsa. You're killing me!" She said exasperatedly, making me smile. I got you Sweet Thing.
I fisted my cock with one hand and spread her out with my other, positioning myself at the mouth of her nether lips. "I'm clean by the way and I can't get you pregnant." I rasped and before she could respond, I pushed into her, inch by inch until we were both shuddering with need. When I was all the way in, she released a breathy sigh that did unintelligible things to me, distorting all the different ways to take her from my mind. The feeling was so intense that I had to still her hips so I wouldn't finish so damned early. Instead, I touched what I could over her body, trailing open-mouthed kisses and tiny bites along her shoulders and neck.
"Oh, god." She breathed out heavily as I reached down to stroke her clit. She tightened around me, clutching, bearing down and making my eyes threaten to roll into heavenward. I eased back pulling out and then ramming back into her, making her whimper. I want you out of your mind. I thrust forward again, back and forth, more clinically she moaned and twisted restlessly beneath me and I delighted in the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her, wet with her juices. When I again reached down to her clit, she trembled, nearly there.
"Shit." She whispered. "Please." I pressed and circled my finger under her plea.
Our bodies were covered in a thin sheen of sweat and I beheld the way her hair slightly stuck to the back of her neck and I'd bet her fringe was the same to her forehead. I had to feel her hair, so I gently tugged on it, not slowing down for anything and she growled as we continued to move against each other and I knew we were both close.
I buried my face in her neck, trying not to sink my teeth into her sweet tasting flesh, but when her own movements became more frenzied, her hands clenching in the sheets, I ended up doing just that. She screamed as she came apart around me and I muffled my own guttural moans against her shoulder, right behind her. A few more thrusts and I finally exploded deep inside of her.
Anna sank lax into the mattress and instead of smothering her, I slid off to the side, lying beside her as we caught our breath.
I stared at the ceiling until a hand came into view, pushing my hair back and I turned to see her grinning at me. It was a dopey grin, the after-glowing kind that caused my own idiotic one to form on my face. I reached out to caress her cheek and a thought crossed my mind.
"Officer Anna Javelin." I whispered. She began to smile again, but suddenly frowned in confusion.
"What?" She asked and I rolled over, quickly getting under the covers on my bed, inviting her to join me.
"Doesn't it say: "Whatever you say can and will be held against you..'?" I chuckled. "Anna Javelin." I stated again, waiting for her to process. She stared at me for a few more seconds and then face-palmed.
"god, you're such a dork!" Anna snickered before crawling under the blankets with me. Without hesitation, she lay across my chest, but not before stealing a chaste kiss from me. "If I said: 'you have a nice body', would you hold it against me, Ruger?"
"Oh definitely, Sweetcheeks." I answered right away and wrapped my arms around her.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, we broke out in laughter at our ridiculousness.
A/N: ^^ I'm sorry but I gotta be dorky and cheesy sometimes. Thanks for the reviews/likes/faves...you all are awesome and don't change! Tootles~