Big Bad Boys A Romance Collection - Penny Wylder Page 0,109

wrinkle free, pressed perfectly and scotch guarded against stains. The blue fabric is new and crisp, his boots so shiny I can probably use them like a mirror. Even his badge is gleaming, catching every beam of light from the long bulbs in the ceiling.

“It's about damn time.” Standing, I stretch my arms high above my head and groan as I bend my knees and reach higher. “I made that call hours ago.”

My back is slightly sore between my shoulder blades from the rigid, metal frame, and the paper thin mattress. These cots really are fucking terrible. There's no meat to them, only bone. And the creaking, oh fuck that creaking is burned into my brain like a sore.

Reaching around my ribs, I try to massage the crick out of the muscle. “You guys really should invest in better beds.” Swinging my arms front to back, I lengthen them by grabbing my elbows, and pulling them across my chest.

He looks at me like I'm a privileged rich kid. “Yeah, the problem with that is you're a criminal. This is jail, not the Ritz.”

Scrunching my brows, I tilt my head. “I thought everyone was innocent until proven guilty?”

“Did the officers pull you off another guy as you pummeled his face into corned beef hash?” I hold his stare, but I don't answer. “That's the silence of truth,” he says, pointing his finger out, and jabbing it in my direction. “You coming or not? I mean you can stay, I don't really care, I get paid whether you're here or not.”

“No thanks, I'll pass. Where's my shit?”

“Front desk, same place you left it.” Sliding the door open, he turns stiffly on his heels and waits for me to step out in front of him.

His eyes are beady, watching me like I'm some low life criminal. I'm not. I don't steal, rape, or kill people; I'm just a guy who enjoys his vices a little too much. And last night it got me in trouble.

There are three things I love; drinking, fighting, and fucking.

Last night I got to taste all three. It was a beautiful thing. Nothing's going to stop me from doing what I love, even a night behind bars.

As we start for the exit, the cop has a small smile on his face. His gaze is floating around, relaxed, almost in a daze.

“So,” squinting, I read his name tag and ask, “Officer French, you got a nice little smirk there. I'll be honest, I didn't think you knew how to smile.”

“Everyone knows how to smile, doesn't mean you got to share it like a disease.”

“I bet you got laid last night, am I right?”

“What makes you think I'm smiling because of that?”

“I know it makes me smile. And when it's good, there's a look like that on my face too, because you can't get the girl out of your head.” Pointing up at his face, I wriggle my brows.

Images of the girl from the club instantly pop into my head, flashing like erotic still photos behind my eyes. Her perfect tits, her plump ass, her tight little pussy lips swallowing my cock.

Damn, I wish I had gotten her name and number.

The thought's unsettling, so I push it away, doing my best to get her out of my head. I will never ask a girl for her number. Never.

I want to experience life and everything it has to offer, not get held back by some girl at home. Besides, with so much pussy to choose from, why should I settle for just one? You can't know what you want until you've had a little taste of them all—right?

“Life is more than just getting laid, kid.”

Shrugging a shoulder, my lip curls to one side. “That's what people say when they aren't getting laid. You need to get out and get some ass, Officer. Hey, if you ever want to come to a fight, let me know. There's something about a good fight that just gets girls going. You'd get lucky for sure. You know what, I'll have a few tickets sent here for you.”

“No, that's all right, thank you, but I'm good.” Officer French shakes his head and laughs. “You're so lucky to be heading home, I hope you know that. If you got sent up to Jackson pen, you wouldn't last an hour.”

“Yeah, well, lucky for me I have this pretty face.” Smiling, I flash my pearly whites.

“You're right, it's perfect.” Officer French pulls out his keys and unlocks the second door