Page 4 of Wild Card (Foster Bro Code #2)

Dalton

Riverton won the game, and crowds lingered to celebrate and trash-talk the Granville visitors as they left in defeat. By the time they all cleared out, it was after eleven, and I was exhausted by a fifteen-hour shift.

Of course, before I could go off the clock, I just had to pull out right behind a motorcycle with a broken taillight.

I considered letting it go. But damn, that was dangerous. Too many motorcycle-involved accidents already happened because a driver didn’t see them. That taillight might be the difference between life and death for this guy.

I hit the lights and sirens.

The rider glanced over his shoulder but took his sweet-ass time to pull over. I followed him around a corner and onto the highway, wondering if he was really foolish enough to try to lose me, before he finally turned into a strip mall on the right.

I pulled in behind him and shifted into park. While I ran his tag, the biker took off his helmet, blond hair tumbling free.

I instantly recognized Axel Wilder. The name of the bike’s owner flashed up on the tablet mounted on my dash: Gray Marsh. Axel’s foster brother.

Irritation flared, and I flung open my door and got out.

“Get off the bike.”

Axel swung a leg over the bike and turned toward me. “What did I do now? Drive while too sexy?”

Damn it. He was sexy. He wore dark jeans that molded to his long legs, a wide belt with a wallet chain suspended from it, a low-necked white tank top that showed ink crawling over his skin, and a beat-up leather jacket.

But most of all, it was the tumble of wild hair and the blue eyes that seemed to glow with a manic fervor within that heated my blood every time I saw him.

There was something about Axel that was wild.

He was exactly the kind of man I shouldn’t want—and exactly the kind that got under my skin every time.

“Do you have a death wish?” I demanded. “Come look at this.”

Axel joined me behind the bike, and I pointed out the busted taillight.

“Seriously? That’s why you pulled me over?” He gave me an assessing look. “You really are just looking for excuses.”

“It’s a safety issue?—”

He laughed. “Right. That’s what’s got you all hot and bothered. Safety .”

His knowing smirk sent me right over the edge. After the day I’d had, I did not need Axel’s games. I grabbed his arm and spun him toward my patrol car.

“Hands against the car,” I barked. “Now.”

“What the fuck, man!”

I kicked his feet apart and started patting him down for weapons or contraband. His muscles were firm under my hands, tense even. I could practically feel the energy pulsing inside him, the urge to spring into action.

There was a bulge in his pocket. I stilled, feeling out the shape.

“I’m just happy to see you, Deputy Handsy,” he said. “All this feeling me up is getting me hot.”

“Shut up,” I said, delving into his pocket.

He shifted his hip to the side. “Come on, man. If you want to fuck me, just say so. We don’t have to go through this pretense.”

I pinned him to the car with my body to keep him still and reached into his pocket again. He squirmed under me, and that wasn’t distracting at all.

Not the time, dick. Not the time…

My fingers closed around a roll of bills, and I tugged it out.

Damn it.

I hadn’t really thought I’d find anything on Axel. I’d hoped I wouldn’t.

I thrust it in front of his face. “What is this?”

“It’s my money. What the fuck do you think it is?”

“Drug money?”

He scoffed. “Fuck you. I’m not a dealer.”

“Gambling money?”

There was only the briefest of hesitation. “I didn’t gamble for it. I have a job. I earn money. It’s not illegal to carry it with me.”

Yeah, it wasn’t. But that pause told me what I needed to know. He hadn’t gotten this cash on the up-and-up.

“I told you to quit those poker games,” I growled. “Do you want to go to jail?”

“No, fuck. What is your problem?”

“You’re my problem,” I said without thinking.

He chuckled low in his throat, a sound that heated me from the inside out. He craned his neck to better look at me, his long hair drifting to the side, revealing skin that called out to be touched.

I must have lost my mind because I gripped his exposed nape, warm and slightly damp with sweat.

My pulse quickened at just that small amount of skin-to-skin contact.

“Oh, I see what’s happening here.” His lips curved up. “What will it take, sir , for you to let me go?”

I blinked at the seductive tone.

“I could drop to my knees,” he murmured. “Suck your dick right here? You could punish me. Pull my hair, get me just where you want me? Doesn’t that sound hot?”

Fuck, it did.

Heat rushed straight to my cock, followed immediately by shame. I’d never use my authority that way, but damn it, Axel was licking his lips as he stared at me, practically daring me to take him up on his offer.

“I’m not playing this game,” I said weakly.

His eyes met mine. “Could have fooled me, considering you’re pinning me to a car over a broken taillight.”

Fuck. He was right. I wouldn’t have done that with anyone but Axel.

“What?” he taunted. “Got nothing to say?”

“Nothing good,” I ground out.

I forced myself to release him and take a step back.

He whirled toward me, eyes blazing. “If you want to be bad , I can help you out. Just say the word.”

My breath caught. I wasn’t going to ask for that, but damn it, I couldn’t seem to reject it either. Axel smirked as I stood there, frozen and stiff.

“I was hoping to hook up with someone tonight,” he continued. “It didn’t work out, and now, here you are. That’s got to be a sign. Maybe you should frisk me again and see just how hard my cock is for you.”

I stood so rigidly, fought the urge to lunge for him so hard, that my shoulders ached. Finally, I got control of myself enough to shake my head.

“That wouldn’t be right,” I rasped.

His lips quirked with amusement. “No, I suppose you always do what’s right. Deputy Harvey would never do anything improper ,” he needled.

“Stop,” I pleaded.

“You watch me. You want me. You fucking drool for me, but you’d never, ever take a single step out of line, would you?”

“Axel,” I warned, unsure how much longer I could hold on to the shreds of my restraint.

“You’re a paragon of fucking purity .”

Every hour of my long day, every bit of patience that had gotten me through it, every ounce of resistance I had to Axel’s flirty taunting caved in on me.

I lunged toward him, hand closing around his throat. “Just shut up!”

“Make me,” he whispered.

I was powerless to resist. My mouth came down on his hard.

He grunted as our teeth clacked, then moaned as I swept my tongue in to taste him.

It was wrong. So fucking wrong.

I ground my body against his, and his cock was so fucking hard against my thigh.

Paragon of purity? Not even close.

Axel had the wrong idea about me. I had dirty, dirty thoughts about him on a daily basis. I wasn’t repressed or ashamed.

Scenarios flitted through my head. Images of shoving him to his knees in this parking lot. Or maybe pushing him into the back of my cruiser and sucking his dick.

The back of my cruiser…where he’d last been in cuffs and headed to jail.

The thought snapped me back to myself.

I jerked away, gasping for breath. Axel’s lips were red and swollen, a little spit slick, and fuck, I could just imagine how he’d look after blowing me. My cock throbbed in complaint in my uniform slacks.

“I’ll let you off with a warning this time,” I said. “Get the taillight fixed.”

“That’s it?” he said. “A kiss is enough to bribe you, huh? I thought for sure you’d want a little more.”

He was still pushing. Always fucking pushing.

“No one’s bribing anyone. I was always going to give you a warning.”

His lips curled. “If you say so.”

“The kiss shouldn’t have happened,” I forced out as I handed him the money I’d taken from his pocket. “If you want to file a complaint…”

He stepped forward, close enough that the toes of his boots hit mine and his hot breath fanned over my face. “I’ve got a complaint, all right.”

My heart dropped to my stomach. It was only fair that he call me on this shit. “Let’s hear it.”

“Fuck me or leave me alone,” he said. “But stop being a goddamned tease.”

He walked off, leaving me gaping, and climbed onto his bike. He tugged on his helmet and fastened the strap, then kick-started the Harley and sped off without looking back.

My cock was still hard in my pants, my blood hot. But my heart was cold as stone.

I cursed softly under my breath. How did that get so out of hand? Jesus, I was losing it.

I climbed into my car and slammed my door. Then I slapped my steering wheel until my palms hurt as badly as my dick did.

“Stupid, stupid, horny idiot!” I growled to myself.

I was lucky Axel wasn’t making a real complaint. But then he probably wanted to stay off the sheriff’s radar as much as I did.

I started my car and drove to the station, where I collected my private vehicle and headed home.

When I’d moved back to central Nebraska, I’d wanted nothing more than to hide from everyone and everything. As a result, I’d bought a fixer-upper in the middle of nowhere, about midway between Riverton and Granville.

I drove there now, counting down the minutes until I could get to my rustic little cabin that was always too damn drafty.

Not because I wanted to sleep, but because my dick wasn’t going to rest until it made me pay for the fantasies in my head.

Ten long-ass minutes later, I pulled down the bumpy trail and parked on the dead grass that served as my driveway.

I unlocked the door and let myself in. Bluey chirped noisily from her cage, her feathers fluffed up with annoyance at my long absence.

I worked too much to own a dog or cat, but the house was too dang quiet when it was just me here. I went over to her cage and tossed in some fresh seed.

Bluey swooped in, aiming to peck my fingers. I jerked free just in time.

“Nice to see you too,” I murmured. “I gotta take care of a little problem. I’ll be back in a minute, and then you can peck me as hard as you want.”

Fuck knew I deserved it.

I darted into the bathroom, closing the door behind me, and ripped open my pants. I reached into my boxers, grasping my cock in a tight hold, and groaned so loudly I was grateful I had no neighbors.

“Fucking fuck, Axel,” I muttered. “You’re gonna kill me.”

I fumbled for the hand lotion on the sink and pumped a handful into my palm. I used it to slick my cock, heat licking at my shaft with each stroke, my balls heavy and tight.

Axel’s offer to drop to his knees and suck me off returned, and I imagined the incredible heat of his mouth around my dick. How deep would he let me go?

As deep as you wanted.

I’d grip his hair, pull him down on my dick. He’d have no choice but to swallow me or choke, and either option was okay because Axel was dirty and shameless, and he’d love gagging for me.

With a harsh cry, I came over my fist.

The mirror reflected my sweaty brown hair and flushed cheeks back at me. My wrinkled uniform shirt tugged out of my pants.

I averted my gaze, not liking what I saw.

I couldn’t go on this way.

Pathetic. Needy. Desperate.

Axel was right. He was a hothead, a wild card who treated the law like more of a suggestion than a rule. A guy I’d cuffed before and surely would again.

And he had my number. One hundred percent.

Fuck me or leave me alone , he’d said. Which was exactly what I had to do.

It really should be the latter. But with my fingers still dripping cum, it was hard to put much confidence in my self-control.