Caleb:A Black Widow MC Romance(26)

Emily rocked her hips back and forth while I pushed in and out. She was so incredibly wet as I slid right into her. Emily grabbed my head and brought it down on her soft tits. I licked her all over, sucking on her hard nipples.



I forced myself even deeper. “Come with me, baby.”



Emily shut her eyes and bit her bottom lip. The pleasure reached its peak and I finally hit my release, exploding inside her. Emily screamed my name over and over again as she cracked and fell apart around me. I pounded into her until my cum stopped flowing.



I gently lifted her off me and set her down on. Emily instantly collapsed onto the shower floor. “That was a nice surprise,” she said, wiping the water from her face.



I joined her down on the ground. “I couldn't help myself.”



Emily's eyes burst open. “Fuck! I have to get to work.” She jumped out of the shower and I stayed in, washing my body and hair.



I wrapped a towel around me and got out to see Emily already dressed in her Sheriff uniform. She was hunched over, blow-drying her hair and all I could do was just sit and stare. She turned off the hair dryer. “What are you thinking?”



I snapped out of my day dream. “Just trying to stop myself from ripping that uniform right off and fucking you senseless against the bathroom counter.”



Emily put her hands up in defense. “Down, boy. I can't take anymore. My legs are so sore from all the orgasms and I'm already super late for work. Save some energy for me later.” Emily pulled her hair back into a ponytail and wrapped a black hair tie around it.



I went out into the living room and found my leather cut and pants. I got dressed and said goodbye to Ariel before leaving out the front door with Emily. I handed her a folded piece of paper.



Emily stopped at her old Honda. Good thing she didn't chase criminals with that. She unfolded the paper and read the contents. “Do the Mexicans really have all this?”



I nodded. “And probably more that we don't know about it.”



“This will be more than enough. I'll send out the orders today.”



I approached her while she shook her head at me. “I need to get out of here.” She looked around frantically. “What if someone sees us?”



I held the back of her head and shoved my lips on hers. “I don't care,” I murmured between kisses. I spoke louder, “Everyone should know that I'm fucking Sheriff White.” Emily scrambled to put her hand over my mouth.



“Shh! I don't want the whole town to know yet.” She released her hand over my lips, giggling.



I held her hand one last time before walking over to my bike. I put on my bucket helmet and connected the chin strap. “I'm going to speak with my brothers about the new plan. I hope we can make this work, Sheriff.”



Emily got in her car and drove away. I summoned my bike to life. The roar of the engine soothed me. What the fuck was happening to me? I had never let a girl get under my skin before and Emily was already buried deep. I'd never fucked a girl before that made me want her another time. And Emily's pussy was so addicting. My cock pulsed in my pants, screaming at me to take her again.



I needed to get my emotions in check. She was just a chick. Another girl to throw away. I used her Sheriff powers to get my MC safe. That was it. Nothing more.





Chapter Twenty





Emily





The radio in the car was off as I drove to the police station. Silence was what I needed. My head was so muddled with too many thoughts. His cock splitting my legs wide open, his sculpted arms flexing as he fucked me hard. Why did Caleb have to be so damn hot? Why did he have to be an outlaw? Could our worlds really work together? Could a relationship survive?



I didn't want to think about Caleb anymore. I finally had a plan to keep the streets safe. I searched my purse in the passenger seat and pulled out the folded piece of paper. Weapon stashes, drug locations, and whorehouses. This was everything I needed to take down The Death Merchants. Or at least hurt them enough to get them to back down.



But doing this would give more power to the Black Widow MC. Like Caleb said, “Lesser of two evils.” Caleb might be a criminal but at least he didn't want a war. A battle that could cost hundreds of innocents their lives. The Mexicans had to be stopped.



Officer Moore met me in the parking lot of the station as I got out of my car. “What's going on, Officer?”



Moore fumbled around until he found the words. “Good morning, Sheriff. We got a call early this morning about a shootout with the Blacks and Mexicans.”



“How many dead?” I asked, locking my car and walking with purpose into the station.



“At least five. Two of them were a couple eating dinner at a restaurant across the street.”