CHAPTER FIVE

– KATHLEEN –

"My town, workplace, and personal space weren't enough?" I grit. "You have to take my MC, my fucking family as your own as well?"

He slowly inches closer and I wait for him to be close enough to punch his fucking lights out.

The arrogant man slowly shakes his head. "I'm not taking anything from you, in fact, I'm dedicated to giving you everything you'll ever need."

I stare him down–thinking the man has definitely taken a side road and hit the freaking twilight zone–when I become aware of the intensity of his stare. The way he's holding his body? Legs slightly spread, arms crossed in front of his chest…it's as if he's bracing for a fight. A fight to…to…to prove him wrong?

"You're serious," I grit, realizing the fact that in some twisted way, he's telling me he wants me.

Me. As his old lady. And he won't take no for an answer from anyone, including me.

All I get is a tight nod. Holy freaking crap. I grew up in an MC filled with overbearing Neanderthals. My father, just like all his club brothers, claimed their old lady practically at first glance. Of course, they took their time claiming them officially, because no sane person would throw themselves head-over-heels into a relationship.

Hell, I've seen it happen recently with both Rourke and Parker. Both of them showed patience and determination to get their old lady. They were both all in before Eastlynne and Cosima were ready to accept. Eastlynne due to her issues, and Cosima was dealing with the loss of her eyesight after an attack.

I rub my temples and mutter, "You're crazy."

I swear the fucker murmurs, "Crazy about you."

Dropping my hands I grit, "You don't even like me. The first time we met you dismissed me and my fucking abilities, preventing me from doing my job and there hasn't been a change whenever you pop in and out of my town. So, why don't you pop back out and leave me the hell alone?"

"I haven't dismissed you or your abilities. The only thing I did was divide tasks for what was best for the case we were working on that first time we met. Which happened to be a gang that hurt women and was active in dogfights. Yes, I protected you because Wrench was plastered to your leg and the image of both of you was exactly what that gang would have shredded to pieces. That's why we put you inside the house to protect Cosima and Eastlynne, still doing your job because you're damn good at it. You're a workaholic like me. Hell, better than me 'cause why the fuck would I pick a job to work under someone? Especially when my previous job was miles up the fucking ladder of law enforcement employment? I don't have a hidden agenda, except when it comes to you and making you mine."

I gape at the idiot. Well, not so much an idiot, more of a man who lost his fucking mind. I should feel all warm and fuzzy from his confession, and deep down I'm swooning just a bit, but why me?

"Fuck it," he snaps and before I know what's happening I find myself plastered against the wall with his body caging me in and his mouth covering mine.

His masculine scent assaults my senses, sensual lips expertly move over mine and demand entrance. I gasp at the feel of his hard length pressing against me and he takes advantage by sliding his tongue into my mouth. There are no other thoughts entering my brain except for surrendering to the pleasure this man instantly releases inside me.

I've been kissed in the past, but this man's lips taste like a promise of an orgasm. My hands dig into the fabric covering his shoulders. I want to tug and rip the buttons apart to feel his skin under my palms. His lips leave mine and skim down my jaw until he sucks a sliver of the skin of my neck.

Such a sensual spot it shoots sparks of pleasure straight to my clit. My mind is filled with lust when I'm faintly aware of my belt being unbuckled, my pants opened, until Marvin's skilled fingers slide through my drenched folds.

He groans and says with a voice filled with the promise of sex, "Wet for my cock, aren't you, babe. Can't have it yet, not until you're begging for it."

My mind isn't capable of forming a reply, and it should because there's no way I'd beg for anything. Though, when he parts my pussy lips and uses some of my wetness to coat his finger and starts to tease my clit? I'm completely incoherent and ready to beg this man to make me come.

He grazes his teeth along my neck and moves up to place his mouth next to my ear. "You gonna strangle my fingers if I feed them to your greedy pussy?"

"Yes," I whimper.

He croons and without hesitation buries two fingers inside me. Instant pleasure washes over me. Wave after wave of euphoria crashing through my veins and all I can do is ride out the orgasm of a lifetime.

I'm still gasping for my breath when he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of me. It turns into soft petting until he removes his fingers. Pulling back, he licks his fingers clean while he keeps his gaze locked on me.

"A little taste won't be enough." He leans in and brushes his lips against mine to murmur, "Gonna need to put my mouth on you soon, lick your pussy clean and suck an orgasm right from the source."

I swallow hard. My pussy clenches in anticipation and I'm woman enough to admit that I want him to go down on me.

My lips part to dare him to put his mouth on me right freaking now, or put his dick inside me, whatever gives me another orgasm like I just experienced. Damn. That was intense and I need a repeat to make sure my mind and body imagined the heightened feeling I experienced.

He's not my first sexual experience, but definitely the first mind-blowing orgasm supplier. It's a small taste of possibilities. I mean, if the guy did that shit with just his hand? How good would it be when his dick comes out to play? Except, I don't get to dare him or so much as voice one single word before I hear a knock on the door.

Marvin moves to the door and opens it just a crack. "Talk to me, Victor."

I quickly zip up my pants and buckle my belt to step closer and catch a hint of the conversation.

Too late because Marvin closes the door and rumbles, "We need to head out. A body was found in the trunk of a car."

"Crap. How come every time you're in town there's a truckload of bodies? We normally don't have dead bodies, murders, or anything high profile. I know there's a serial killer at work here, but damn…are they escalating with the load of bodies?"

Marvin shrugs. "It might be the agent, the killer already dumped the other one."

I take a step in the direction of the door, but Marvin sidesteps and is blocking me.

"Just so we're clear?" He enters my personal space and places his mouth right next to my ear. "I will put my mouth on your pussy and fill you full of my cock very soon."

My breathing picks up and I'm completely speechless while my mind goes into overdrive imagining him doing exactly what he just said.

Pulling back, he brings us almost nose to nose when he states, "Oh, and I might have acquired the property, but I'll make sure it is in both our names once we start living there. Like I said, boss lady, I don't have a hidden agenda, except when it comes to you and making you mine."

His hand covers the back of my neck to keep me steady as he slams his mouth over mine to give me a scorching kiss which ends just as abruptly.

Stalking to the door he holds it open and rumbles, "After you, babe."

"Don't call me babe if we're working," I hiss as I move past him.

"10-4, boss lady," he huskily states as he falls in step behind me.

Ignoring him, I snap my fingers and make Wrench follow me to the patrol car. I wait till Marvin is seated before firing it up and heading into the direction Marvin tells me when he explains where the car was found. A few minutes later we arrive at a backroad on the edge of town. Dean, along with a few others, is already there examining the scene.

"I texted my brother before we stepped into the patrol car," Marvin states. "With you mentioning it's not a routine thing with the bodies piling up, I assumed it was linked to the case we're working on."

Strangely enough his reasoning makes sense, and I don't feel like he's stepping on any toes, especially not mine. It has nothing to do with the orgasm he just gave me. Though, I have to admit, it did brighten my mood. Who knew an orgasm would mellow me out?

"Good. Let's hear what your brother has to say," I state.

I'm about to step out of the car when Marvin blows my mood to smithereens when he says, "Why don't I find out while you stay in the car?"

Glaring at the idiot I growl, "Why don't you give your asshole a time-out by keeping it in the front seat since your mouth is farting bullshit."

Ignoring him I quickly jump out of the car and stomp in Dean's direction. "Dean, what do we have here?"

"Sexy sheriff," Dean croons. "Why don't you step closer so I can show you?"

My fingers curl into fists and I snarl, "Do all of you Cowboy Bikers Lawmen think with your brainless head between your legs? Or does it simply run in the Wolffield family?"

Marvin snorts while Dean chuckles. I'm back to ignoring the idiots as I make my way to the car. The trunk is open and there's a guy in a biohazard suit taking swabs. And securing whatever he can find.

I get close enough to throw a glance inside and recognize the female agent who gave the interview. Dammit. Looks like she suffered more torture than the other female bodies we found until now. Taking a glove from my pocket, I slide it on and walk to the driver's side of the vehicle. Leaning in the first thing I notice is the scent.

Marvin is leaning into the car on the passenger side, and I ask, "Smell that?"

"Bleach and peroxide. This car has been wiped clean," Marvin states what I'm thinking.

Anger hits me. "We're missing something here. The killer is taunting us, leaving the body and car for us to find because he or she knows there's nothing that's going to link back to the killer. He's a fucking crime scene cleaning expert, destroying everything and leaving us standing with our damn dicks in hand."

The corner of Marvin's mouth twitches.

"Don't say it," I grit. "I know I don't have a dick, I meant it as a metaphorical statement."

The humor slides right off his face when he suddenly states, "You're right."

"Duh," I grumble. "You had your hands in my pants and slit your fingers up my pussy instead of finding a dick and balls."

"Does that mean I don't stand a chance?" Dean whispers from right behind me, making me jump and lash out by jabbing my elbow into his ribs.

Dean grunts and stumbles back. Before I can say or do anything else, Marvin is suddenly in front of me and throws a punch in Dean's face.

I grab Marvin's arm and snap, "Stop."

Marvin whirls around to face me, eyes blazing. "That's why I tried to keep you in the car 'cause I knew that fucker would flirt with you just to piss me off."

"Point taken, but you know I can handle myself," I grit.

Marvin takes off his Stetson and stabs his fingers through his hair before placing it back onto his head. "I know, but he always pisses me off."

"Ah, the true reason why you wanted to move here and stop working with him, eh? I get it now," I whisper in an effort to lighten the mood. "He's a bigger asshole than you."

He shakes his head and I can see some of his anger and frustration slipping. "Glad you noticed."

"I'm perceptive," I simply state.

"You are," he firmly states. "Which is why I think you're right. The killer's profession might just be a crime scene cleaner."