Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(41)

Amy Alden?

Suddenly, my mind whirled to the girl on Tim’s phone, and my stomach dropped.

Holy. Shit.

Was the convertible that’d been parked in our driveway the last week and a half HER fucking car?! My head spun as I tried to begin to put together the utter gall of Tim to try and pull something like this.

“I need you to step out of the car, miss.”

I felt like I was in a fog as the cop opened the door and motioned for me to step out. In a daze, I unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out on the side of the road in my bikini, feeling foolish and awful, and like I wanted to cry. The blond cop beckoned me around to the front of the convertible.

"Hands on the hood, legs spread." I gasped as the cop suddenly pushed me down across the hood of the car, metal warm against my barely clothed body. I gasped — was he actually going to give me a pat down? I was wearing a bikini, for crying out loud!

“Hey, watch where you put your—”

“I said hands on the fucking car, miss.” I froze at the dark-haired cop’s gruff voice in my ear — powerful and demanding.

"Y-yes sir." My pulse raced in my chest, pounding in my ears.

"Better."

Sure enough, I suddenly felt his strong hands on my calves, the big fingers lightly squeezing my bare skin as he worked his way up my legs all the way to my thighs. For a moment, I knew I should be terrified, not to mention incensed at what I knew was a totally unorthodox police stop. But there just something about the way his hands felt on me, and the gruff way his voice had demanded this of me. Suddenly, I felt the throbbing ache as a jolt of desire shot through me.

I felt my breath catch as his hand drifted up the back of my thigh while I stood there bent over with my hands on the hood of my fiancé’s mistress’s car. The lack of physical contact with Tim over the last few months suddenly came roaring to the forefront, as I realized this was the first time a man had touched me like this!

The cop’s big hands slipped further up my thigh, and before I could even stop myself, I realized I was pressing myself back into him as his hand slipped over my bikini-clad ass. Jesus, what was wrong with me? I mean I may have just found out my fiancé was a compete scumbag, but I was engaged to him after all! And here I was on the side of the road acting like some sort of starlet in her first porn shoot. But God, between the dark-haired cop’s hands on me, and the blond guy just standing there watching me, I suddenly felt that whatever happened then, I would be at their mercy.

Both of them. It wasn’t a fantasy I’d ever even entertained, but there on the side of the road, bent over and totally submitting to both of them like that, it came out of nowhere.

Two men.

I shivered at the naughty fantasy, made even more inappropriate by the fact that I still wondered if I was literally being arrested.

Yikes, what’s wrong with you?

I could feel him move higher behind me, his hands slipping up my bare hips and making me shiver as he slowly made his way around to my front and moved higher, higher, higher…

Suddenly, he stood, his hands abruptly dropping from me — the fantasy falling along with them.

“Alright miss, I think we can let you go with a warning this time.”

I shivered, the lingering naughty thoughts of my daydream tingling through my head, and my body still buzzing from it.

“I— really?”

The dark-haired cop grinned wickedly at me, his eyes very unashamedly wandering up and down my barely concealed body and making me blush. “Don’t let us catch you speeding again though, miss.”

The blond copped stepped closer — so close that I actually took a step back, my calves against the front grill of the car. “How about you get to the beach in one piece, hmm?”

I nodded, my heart still pounding in my chest and my skin actually missing the feel of his partner’s hands on me.

"Yes, sir.” I nodded at him, feeling bashful at how turned on I still was standing between them like this.

The blond cop took his glasses off, showing another pair of piercing blue eyes as they drifted easily over me. “I’m serious, ma’am. Things are going to get interesting if we spot you again like this, understand?”

I nodded as they turned abruptly and walked back towards their car, leaving me panting, blinking in shock, and totally confused.

And very wet.



I remember them driving away and my stomach just dropping through the floor. I couldn’t believe what had just happened! And not just the not getting a ticket part, but the part where the cop had basically felt me up on the side of the road while his partner watched.

And of course, the part where I’d loved it.

Now, if only I'd listened to them...





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Dustin




The rules were, you were always supposed to let the car you pulled over drive off before you did, but she was still sitting in the car as we’d driven away.

Add to the list of rules we were definitely not following that day.

Samantha Caraway — all dark hair, blue eyes, sun-kissed skin and sinful curves was still sitting there in that white BMW convertible, hands on the wheel and a flush on her face.

Good.

My cock was still rock hard from putting my hands on her, my pulse roaring in my ears at the memory of the smoothness of her skin — the way her breath had caught as I’d slid my fingers over her hips.