Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(49)

Suddenly, he sniffed, and his face went dark.

“Do I smell wine on your breath?”

I felt the floor drop out from under me. Oh my God, this was about to go from bad to worse.

"Drinking, while in a stolen car, and we also get to throw lewd and indecent public exposure into the mix, huh?”

I felt my blood run cold, and my body trembled as I realized that it didn’t quite matter what I said right then, the circumstantial evidence was enough to get me in a lot of trouble.

“Officer, I—”

The dark-haired guy grinned darkly at me as they spun me around against the side of the convertible, bending me across the hood. I gasped as I suddenly felt metal going around my wrists.

“Whoa! You can’t just—”

"We can't just what, miss? Arrest you? Yeah, actually we can." The dark-haired cop growled at me. “The boys down at the station are going to love you.”

A cold feeling washed over me — jail!?

"Wait! Wait! Hang on!" My hands were firmly cuffed behind my back as I leaned into the car, and I knew they could see my thong pulled tight up against my pussy peeking out from under my short skirt.

And fuck was I wet.

I was almost horrified to admit it to myself, but I was also wildly turned on by the two big, muscled, hunky cops cuffing my wrists and bending me over like that. Just like before, when the dark-haired one had patted me down, I felt my pulse hammering in my ears and my body responded to the filthy-wrong hotness of the situation.

“Officers! Please! It’s—” I swallowed heavily as they spun me around, my ass against the car and my chest heaving. “That’s my fiancé in there with…with her. Well, ex-fiancé,” I spat out.

The two of them stopped for a second, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see the dark-haired guy glance at his partner and smirk. “Sounds like we might have a case of jealous, scorned lover here, Blake.”

The blond guy — Blake, apparently — sighed and shook his head. “Definitely. We should probably check her for possible weapons, Dustin.”

His hands grabbed my hips without warning, and I gasped as I felt myself spun back around and bent over the back of the car. Blake suddenly dropped down to his knees behind me, and I felt a shiver run through me as I felt his hands on the backs of my bare thighs. Slowly, he started to feel my smooth, creamy legs, starting at my calves and slowly working his way up.

Oh my God, were they seriously patting me down again?

My head spun, but at the same time, the desire I couldn’t even begin to ignore spiked through me like a shot, making my toes curl and my core tighten. I could feel the pulsing heat between my legs, my heart pumping faster as one hunky cop slid his hands up my thighs while his partner held me firmly against the car.

And I was so wet.

Horribly, toe-curlingly, dripping wet.

Looking back, I’m not totally sure how it got to that, but sure enough, as Blake’s hands moved up my legs, his face close to the backs of my thighs, I could just feel my pussy start to get wetter and wetter. His hands pushed my skirt up high, almost all the way over my ass, and my face went bright red.

I knew he could see how fucking wet I was. Hell, he could probably smell how turned on the rough way they were treating me was getting me.

I felt him pause, his hands around my naked thighs, and then he chuckled. “Dustin, looks like she might be hiding something here.”

I heard the dark-haired guy — Dustin — growl darkly into my ear, sending a pulsing shock right down to my pussy. “Is that a fact, huh? I better take a look too then.”

I groaned as I felt him kneel beside the first guy, both of them staring right at my soaking wet panties clinging like a soft white second skin as they molded wetly against my lips.

A hand came swatting down on my almost bare ass, making me gasp and jerk against the side of the car.

“Spread those legs miss,” one of them growled.

I groaned again, my face going bright red as I felt their hands start to pull my legs wider. And I knew this was wrong — I knew there was no way this was okay for them to be doing. But at the same time, every part of me wanted them to keep going. Every part of me screamed for them to take me right there and do whatever they wanted with me.

I moaned at the thought, biting my lip as I felt their hands pull at my legs.

“Shit, you mean this?”

I gasped. Strong fingers slid against the soaking wet center of my panties, making my breath hitch and my body shiver. The fingers slipped up and down the wet groove there, pressing the soaking wet cotton against my dripping slit and making me arch against the side of the car.

I could hear the gruff voice of Dustin, the dark-haired cop. “Yeah, looks like she’s hiding something all right. Probably a concealed weapon of some kind.”

I groaned deeply as I felt him begin to push his fingers harder against my slit, pushing the soaking wet fabric of my panties in between my lips.

“I suppose we should show her what a real weapon looks like, shouldn’t we?” It was Blake’s voice, and I could hear him standing up behind me.

“Definitely.” His partner chuckled, standing as well.

I was panting heavily standing there against the convertible, and I could feel my pulse start to race faster and faster, my pussy getting wetter and wetter as I felt the two big men stand up behind me.