Page 9 of Wild Card (Foster Bro Code #2)

Axel

I didn’t want to end up in the back of Dalton’s cruiser—unless it was for a good time—but I couldn’t just hand Banshee over to uncaring assholes who’d dumped her on the side of the road. Social services had sent me home to neglectful parents twice, and for what? It only prolonged the pain.

I was just a kid. I had no voice in the matter. And neither did Banshee.

So I would be her voice. I would fight for her.

Dalton glared at me, the lines of his face stern as he crowded me against the gate.

“Do you always have to make everything hard?” he demanded.

I intentionally let my gaze trail down his body to the crotch of his pants. Hitched my lips up in a mocking smirk. “Seems to come naturally with you.”

“Damn it, Axel. This isn’t a game.”

I met his glare with one of my own. “It sure as shit isn’t. If you’re going to arrest me, just do it. But you’re not taking that dog.”

He let out an exasperated breath. “If I arrest you, what will stop me from taking her too?”

I growled in frustration and grabbed his arms. “You can’t do that!”

Dalton twisted out of my grip and grabbed my right arm, yanking it behind me.

“Ow, fuck?—”

In one smooth turn, he pinned my front against the fence, his big body pressing up against me from behind.

Damn. This was familiar.

Cool metal closed around my wrists. Okay, that was new—this week, anyway. Holden was going to string me up by my balls for getting arrested again.

“Why do you always push me, Axel, huh?” Dalton said harshly against my ear.

I pressed my ass back against him. “It’s fun to watch you squirm.”

Dalton tugged me around to face him. “You’re so fucking infuriating. I came here to help you, and all you do is antagonize me. You realize I could just go take that dog while you stand here cuffed. You couldn’t stop me.”

“Like hell,” I barked.

“You’re at my mercy,” he said, a spark of heat in his eye. “I’m in charge right now.”

“You like that, huh? Like controlling me?”

“I’d like shutting your damn mouth.”

“Pretty sure I’ve offered you plenty of ways to do that.” I licked my lips. “Push me to my knees right now. Shut me up nice and hard , Deputy Harvey.”

“I won’t be pushed over the line this ti?—”

I leaned forward, catching his bottom lip between my teeth, and tugged. He hissed, words breaking off.

There was a tense moment where I thought he might pull away and throw me into the squad car.

Then his mouth was on mine, forceful and angry but so damn good. It was a little painful, but it tasted like victory. I sucked his tongue, doing everything I could to break that control of his. I wanted more than an impulsive kiss this time.

I’d wanted Dalton to give in to the heat simmering between us for months now. To just fucking crack that perfect lawman composure for me.

I pushed my hips forward, grinding my cock against his thigh. He took the bait, his hand slipping down to cup me through my jeans.

I jerked my hands, wanting to touch him too, but the hard metal of the cuffs kept me right where he wanted me. Dalton nipped my throat while he pulled open my jeans. “This what you want?” he muttered. “Fine. Take what you fucking want.”

I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or him. I couldn’t take much of anything in my current position, but I was more than happy to receive.

His hand curled around my dick, pulling it free of my jeans, and I moaned at his perfect, callused palm scraping my skin. Goose bumps erupted. I didn’t even care that he was jerking me without lube, that his grip was hard and unforgiving.

He pumped me twice, then paused. “Is that… Jesus, your dick is pierced.”

“Yeah. Prince Albert. Feels good when you—” He tugged the barbell at the end of my dick, making me groan. “Fuck.”

“Sexy as hell,” he murmured quietly, continuing to play with my piercing.

The pressure was building in my balls. I wasn’t going to last long if he kept doing that. I might have taunted him about having me at his mercy, but truth was, I wanted to be the one in charge.

“This is not the way to shut me up,” I said. “Just so you know.”

“You got a better idea?”

I held his gaze as I slowly sank to my knees. He stared at me for so long, a war raging in his eyes, that I thought breaking his sensual assault to gamble for more action might have been a losing bet.

Then he inhaled sharply and yanked open his uniform slacks. Damn, his dick was thick. Not more than average length, but a real billy club. My mouth watered as I parted my lips.

“We shouldn’t,” he whispered.

Poor guy. Always so worried about right and wrong.

I leaned forward and curled my tongue around the tip of his dick. That was all it took for the last of his restraint to break. He surged forward, damn near choking me.

Luckily, I’d perfected my gag reflex. I loosened my throat muscles, letting him push deep. He rocked back a second later, giving me a chance to suck in a breath.

“Your mouth is so fucking hot.” He plunged back in with a groan. “Damn. You can really swallow it, huh? Should’ve known.”

Yeah, yeah. I was a manslut. Everyone knew it.

I worked my tongue along the bottom of his shaft, trying to add a little finesse to the face fucking I was taking. When Dalton drew back, I flicked his frenulum, then licked over the top of his spongy cockhead.

He gripped the fence, falling against it hard enough to make it rattle again. “Ah fuck, Axel?—”

I hummed encouragingly as he slid deep and went rigid.

He shouted, an inarticulate, guttural sound, and his cock pumped a bitter release down my throat. I swallowed, spots dancing in my eyes from lack of oxygen as he unloaded.

He pulled back, and cum dribbled over my lip as he left my mouth.

“Sorry. God.” Dalton stuffed his softening dick back into his pants and hurriedly zipped up. “That was fucked-up.”

“Fucked-up is kinda my specialty,” I croaked, my voice all kinds of wrecked by his dick.

He grabbed my arm and tugged me to my feet. “Not like this, Axel. Jesus.”

He spun me toward the fence. Damn. Was he just going to throat fuck me and take me to jail anyway?

There was a jingle of keys, and a second later, the cuffs released. Dalton massaged my wrists. “Shit. Did this hurt? Your skin is red.”

“I’m fine. Just kept straining because I wanted to touch you.”

“I shouldn’t have done that. You were cuffed. How would you have even said if you wanted me to stop?”

I laughed because Dalton’s self-recriminations just never ended. I might have been cuffed, but I wasn’t helpless. If I hadn’t wanted to suck Dalton’s dick, it wouldn’t have happened. Hell, I’d been the one to start it by dropping to my knees and opening my mouth.

As far as getting him to stop, I had a few moves in my repertoire I could pull off even with both hands cuffed behind my back. Teeth came in real handy when you wanted a fucker’s attention.

“Do I look like any part of me wanted to stop?”

I gestured to my dick. Dalton’s teeth sank into his lower lip as he gazed at my hard-on.

“The real crime would be if you didn’t finish me off,” I said. “Don’t you think?”

With a curse, he kissed me again.

This time, it actually felt more like a kiss than a punishment. He teased his tongue over my lips while his hand encircled my dick. He stroked me twice, each time pausing to toy with the Prince Albert, which amped up the pleasure.

He shifted to whisper in my ear. “Come for me, Axel.”

I shuddered. “Kiss me again. Like you mean it.”

He took my face in an iron grip and kissed me deeper, wetter. His tongue stroked fiery heat along mine.

I came hard, abs tightening and releasing, dick pulsing, whole body shaking with it. He swallowed my cry, drank down my harsh pants, and milked my cock until I’d given up every drop I could.

Then he tucked me into my pants and zipped and buttoned them.

“That shouldn’t have happened,” Dalton said quietly.

“Fuck you,” I spit, oddly vulnerable right after the powerful orgasm. “It was always going to happen, and you know it.”

He looked pensive. “I don’t want to take you in.”

“Then don’t,” I snapped. “Stop thinking with your goddamned badge.”

“Because thinking with my dick was so much better?”

“Served us both pretty well.”

He shook his head. “Damn it, Axel. I don’t want to book you, but you’ve got to help me out. The law is on their side.”

“Maybe. But returning her wouldn’t be doing the right thing. You know that. Rusty doesn’t give a shit about this dog. He dumped her here a couple of weeks ago without a second glance. I don’t know why he wants her back now, but it’s not because he gives a shit about her.”

To my surprise, Dalton nodded. “Yeah, he wants to sell her.”

“Sell her? For how much?”

“Not sure. A few thousand bucks, at least.”

Damn it. The poker night had been profitable, but not that profitable.

“How’s he going to get someone to pay that?”

“She’s got papers,” Dalton said. “She’s a purebred Samoyed.”

I slumped against the fence. “Fuck.”

“He won’t just drop it when there’s this kind of money involved. And Axel, if the charges hold, it’ll be felony theft.”

I blanched. Getting tossed in for a misdemeanor was one thing, but a felony? I glanced toward the RV, heart aching. “There’s really nothing I can do, is there?”

“No,” he said.

I slid down the fence, dropping into the dirt on my ass in defeat.

Dalton crouched in front of me. “But maybe there’s something I can do.”

I met his gaze, now all liquid warmth that made me want to curl up in a ball and cry. I averted my gaze. “What can you do?”

“I can’t let you keep her, but…” He sighed. “Let me go talk to Rusty. He wants to sell her, right? Anyone who pays thousands for her is likely to be a good owner.”

I huffed. “Maybe.”

Dalton put his hands on my knees, squeezing. “Let me see what I can work out with Rusty. He doesn’t care about the dog. He just wants his payday. So maybe he’ll drop the charges, at least.”

“A lot of good that will do Banshee.”

Dalton smiled at me. An actual, real smile. I didn’t know the man was capable of it.

“Let’s keep you out of jail, and then we’ll figure out the rest.” He slapped the outside of my thigh. “Come on. Get out of the dirt. Stand up. This isn’t over yet.”

I climbed to my feet, glaring. “Stop treating me like one of my goddamned strays.”

“Why? As far as I can tell, you treat your strays pretty good.”

I huffed. “Yeah, well, I can take care of myself.”

His eyebrow rose. “No offense, Ax, but you’re not doing a spectacular job with that. You just let an officer of the law take advantage of you.”

I shoved him on reflex. Thankfully, this time, he didn’t pin me to the fence and cuff me.

“You can’t take advantage of the willing,” I said.

“Don’t be so sure about that,” Dalton muttered.

“If you want to feel guilty, then feel guilty over what’s going to happen to that innocent dog in there. Because I am far from innocent. We both know who really pushed us to this, don’t we?”

Dalton gave me a long look, then huffed and let out a low laugh. “You’re shameless, you know? It’s tough to resist.”

“I know.” I smirked. “But don’t worry, Deputy Harvey. Now that I’ve gotten my taste, you can go back to living like a righteous lawman.”

He turned away, but not before I saw the flicker of something like disappointment. He’d fought this hard, though. Clearly had a guilt complex about it. It was best that I stop tormenting the man.

Dalton cleared his throat. “Right. Well. I’ll go have that talk with Rusty. I’ll leave Banshee here until we get this worked out. The poor girl has been yanked around enough for one day. Just promise me you won’t take her and run for the border.”

I snorted. “I would if I could. But no. We’ll be here.”

Dalton nodded. “Good. I can’t make any promises, but I’ll do what I can. Maybe Rusty will let you foster her until the sale, at least.”

My jaw clenched, but I could see that Dalton was trying his best in a difficult situation.

“Yeah,” I gritted out. “Thank you.”

I’d all but told the man to arrest me. It was a damn miracle he wasn’t booking me on felony theft and returning Banshee to that loser, Rusty.

I just hated that I couldn’t keep her safe any more than my first two foster families could have kept me.

This time, I’d be the one doing the abandoning—and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.