“I'm fine right here.” This guy really knew how to get under my skin.
As much as I hated saying it, it needed to be done. “I want to work with you and the Black Widow MC.”
Caleb smiled. “Didn't we already have this conversation?”
I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest. “And last time you lied to me. But this time I'm willing to do anything to keep the peace, even if that means crossing some lines. We need to trust each other.”
“I'm glad you're finally wising up.”
My blood was beginning to seethe with rage. Seeing him suffer in that urine-soaked jail for a few more hours wasn't a bad way to spend the morning. “So help me out here, how can I prevent more deaths?”
Caleb held me in his gaze, reading my eyes, studying my soul. My heart was beating faster. The way he looked at me was like an animal hunting his prey. “With Garcia gone, The Death Merchants have no order. The Blacks will move in and try to clean up whatever is left. The Black Widow MC is going to sit out until the fighting is over.”
I watched his eyes closely, looking for any tells that would betray his truth. “And I'm just supposed to believe everything you just said?”
Caleb cracked his knuckles and glanced down at my chest. “You mentioned something about trust. You're going to have to make a leap of faith, Sheriff.”
“Okay so if what you said is really happening, how can I stop the Blacks from destroying the Mexicans?”
Caleb grinned and stood up, walking past me, glancing out the window. “You can't, Sheriff. All you'll do is get in the way and innocent cops will die.”
He might be right but I didn't want to just give up. My job was to protect and serve. How was I supposed to let all those people die and do nothing? I stood up and grabbed Caleb's arm. His muscles flexed, breaking my grasp on him. “I need your help, Caleb. Help me prevent more deaths. There has to be a way.”
Caleb faced me and his dark eyes stared deeply into mine. I couldn't look away from his gaze. My heart beat like a hammer in my chest, the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. I remembered the kiss from before that had awakened feelings from deep down.
Caleb reached out and took my hand in his. The sudden shock of electricity excited me. Caleb pulled me towards him, and I fell against his chest. His heart was beating as hard as mine. I looked up at him and wished it— kiss me.
I closed my eyes and parted my lips, accepting his firm mouth against mine. Every inch of me lit up with burning fire. His lips moved with mine as our heads swayed side to side. His rough hands were all over me, moving from my back to my hair. He deftly took my ponytail out until my mane of hair was released. I whipped it back and forth as Caleb watched in awe.
“You have the most beautiful hair,” he whispered.
Crimson red flushed my cheeks and I averted eye contact. He kissed me again, harder and more passionately this time. His raging hard-on beneath his pants was pressed against my belly and I needed to let it loose. I fumbled around with his belt buckle that was in the shape of a spider. What was with all the spider imagery? Little too overboard for me.
Caleb unbuttoned my shirt slowly, taking his time to reveal my breasts in a nude-colored bra. I had no idea this was going to happen today otherwise I would have worn something a little sexier. I cringed when I thought about my granny panties he'd soon to discover. Caleb's fingertips ran across my peaks and he ran his index finger down into my cleavage. I leaned my head back and moaned. Caleb's hand wandered around my back and undid my bra. I let it fall to ground and I kicked it to the side. Caleb's eyes widened at the sight of my bare chest.
“You shouldn't hide such a perfect pair of tits under all that business attire. Those are just begging to be sucked.”
“I want your tongue on me, Caleb,” I
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