Page 7 of Bent, Not Broken

Sliding my hand down my front, I stopped to knead my stomach. The feel of my own hand was almost magical. “You’re still talking to me?” I glanced at him. “You’re taking this losing thing way better than the last arresting officer.”

He grunted. Something passed across his face. If he wasn’t a cop, which I generally had a middling to low opinion of as a group, I might have considered that the expression was calculating. The look faded away fast, and my dick gave a sweet throb in my pants, ferreting away my attention. The world felt kind of distant under my feet, as if my entire being was suspended in a warm rush that started in my belly and expanded out through the rest of my body.

“Do you want to dance with me?”

“Really?” Slater asked and blinked. His gaze dipped down me again.

With a fast nod, I almost slid to the floor, but I locked my knees. “Yeah.”

“You are a hot little brunet.”

“Refrain from the ‘little’ and ‘pint-sized’ comments. I only accept ‘adorable’ and ‘perfect.’” I poked my tongue out at him.

He shook his head guardedly and then his lips curled into a slow smile, but it was pure villainy. My heart kicked up a notch and pounded. The last time I felt this way was mile twenty of the one and only marathon I’d tried to run.

Slater slapped the empty bar in front of him and then glanced at me. He leaned down, his size very clear with how far he had to bend himself, and I almost melted when he brushed his finger along the top of my ear. “Do you imagine I’d be gentle with you if I took you home? I fucking hate you, you slimy little prick. If, for some reason, my dick went anywhere near you, I’d make sure it was the worst thing you ever did, and that has nothing to do with the fact that I don’t fuck guys, and everything to do with the fact that you’re a fucking leech on society.” He straightened and scowled down at me. My stomach blossomed with an insane heat and it all traveled south.

“So one dance?” I steepled my hands under my chin.

His mouth twitched and he grabbed my elbow. Seconds later he hauled me toward the dance floor, glancing all around himself. Maybe he was telling the truth and he didn’t do guys, and that made this all the more hysterical for some reason. I snickered, but the laughter came out more like a giggle, and he gave me a look when he opened his arms and I sort of melted against his front.

“How much did you drink, you soused fuck?”

“Now, now,” I murmured, “adorable and perfect are acceptable.”

He jerked me closer when I wobbled on my feet. I pressed my ear to his chest, and I could hear the low rumble of his laughter. I faded out for a few minutes. He was big and strong, and solid muscles held me up. A hand crept down my back until it was pressed low, and I tried not to be too obvious about the fact that I was fucking hard as hard could be, but my needy wood kept bumping his leg and making me moan. He dragged me closer, and then there was no hiding the pole in my pants. I pressed myself against his thigh, and he stilled like I’d shot him. Scalding fire rushed through my dick and I shivered. Warm breath brushed my ear. “Let’s take this outside.”

Stupidly, I nodded. If it wasn’t for Slater, I’m not sure I would have made it across the dance floor. When I wasn’t paying attention, half of New Gothenburg had jammed into the room. They moved out of the way for Slater, though, a huge wall of man coming right for them. I was snickering to myself by the time we made it outside, and he was doing that squirrely, cagey thing where he glanced around himself again.

“Someone wants a dirty secret,” I singsonged at him, and was quite pleased when he jutted his jaw forward like a caveman. I loved getting any sort of reaction from him and didn’t particularly care what kind it was. It had been the same in the courtroom too. This fucking delicious man in a NGPD uniform, ready to kill me… yeah, I guess that had turned my key then, too.

“That’s all you’re probably good for, right?” he grumbled. He secured his grip on my elbow and urged me toward a big black truck parked down the street in a fire lane.

“Oh, you’ll get in trouble if anyone reports you,” I said, shaking my finger at him, but he wasn’t paying any attention. Sure enough, his NGPD hat was placed in the windshield over the steering wheel, and I laughed. “That’s not very moral, Officer Slater.”

“This doesn’t hurt anyone,” he snapped as he opened the back door to the truck.

“That’s how it starts,” I said, but then I was climbing up into the truck. Somehow I managed. I’d never been in a truck like this that had a back seat, so I gawked around for a second before Slater shoved me over roughly. His hand on my hip didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t a lover’s caress, either. I bit my lip and slid over, still fucking harder than hell, unable to so much as breathe without feeling like I was getting plumper in my pants. I squirmed.

Slater turned toward me, his jaw still set, and he picked his gaze down my body, stopping now and then to stare at my exposed chest. He slid his gaze down and focused on the pornographic spectacle of my suit pants barely containing my dick. I arched my hips, heat tingling through my groin like he was actually touching me, and my eyes rolled back. I unbuttoned my shirt a few more buttons, the last one defeating my fingers, and still felt like I was on a tropical beach. Air tickled my upper belly.

“Show me what I’m getting.” His stern voice filled the cab, and I loved it.

My eyes still closed, I ran my hand down my chest to my belt. Less than no time at all later I was unbuckled, unzipped, and had my underwear shoved down beneath my balls, my dick in my hand. Warm precum glossed the tip and rolled down the side in a trickle. I peeked one eye open. Slater stared so much that my cheeks burned. I gave myself a smooth tug, but his harsh hand landed on my wrist.

I squirmed in my seat. “Oh,” I gasped, but he just glared at me like I was a fucking bug. Why that should be a turn-on, I had no idea, but my dick firmed up more. Precum drooled down my throbbing shaft, and it would take less than a ghost breath to send me into outer space. My insides jangled and I moaned. Somewhere in the back of my mind I registered that this was a horrible idea, but what the hell? You only live once.

“Is it really this easy if you fuck men?” Slater didn’t look away from my lap, and the intense way he stared at me made me feel… I don’t know. Noticed? I loved it.

“What? Why wouldn’t it be?” I shrugged.

“Even if I did like dick, why would I want yours?”

That stung a bit, and my mood swung south. I was still hard enough that tears burned in the corners of my eyes, but I went to tuck myself away. His other hand came down to clench around my wrist and stop me. I had no choice but to let myself go and strained against his hold. He slammed my hands to my sides and was able to keep them there. My groin tightened, my stomach melted, and my dick wept a thin, glossy line onto my shirt.

Slater let out a small noise that almost sounded appreciative. “What kind of messy situation did I get myself into?” I asked cheerfully. I was starting to feel… not afraid, exactly, but I knew I should maybe be alarmed, and I was far from it. There was simply no way for me to feel anxious right now. The only things I felt were horny and hot….

“Your chest is amazing,” I mumbled. His pecs strained under his shirt, muscled hills hidden by the thin, gray fabric.