Suddenly, my mouth was wrenched away, and I was shoved back into my seat.
The car slowed down, and for a second, I thought we must’ve made it home, but then I saw Sasha frantically tucking himself back into his pants and trying to do up the fly with one hand.
“What—“
“Buckle up. Now.” His head whipped to the side as he pulled to a complete stop.
That’s when I saw the flashing blue and red lights reflecting in the rear-view mirror.
Of course we got caught the one time I decided to be reckless. Why was I even surprised?
When I didn’t make a move, Sasha reached an arm across my chest, pulling the seatbelt between my breasts and over my hips before latching it into the base with an audible click.
“Gemma, I want you to listen to me. Let me handle this.” He said the words with a cautious hint of warning.
Normally, I’d be inclined to listen, but the sexual frustration of being interrupted simmered beneath my skin, leaving me agitated. So, when Sasha rolled down his window to reveal the cock-blocking cop, I blurted, “What’s the matter, officer? Saw a sports car as easy pickings to hit your quota this month?”
“Gemma.” My name was hissed under Sasha’s breath.
A flashlight shined brightly into the cabin, landing on my face. Then it tracked to the fogged-up windows, and the cop let out a knowing hum.
Leaning in menacingly, he spoke. “The reason I pulled you over has nothing to do with the make or model of the car, miss. It has everything to do with the fact that it was being driven erratically. Over the speed limit, I might add.”
Not gonna lie; that tracked. I wouldn’t have been able to focus on driving straight if I tried if Sasha’s tongue had been between my thighs.
His sharp gaze shifted to Sasha in the driver’s seat. “Would you like to explain why you were unable to stay within the lines?”
Nodding, Sasha replied, “There’s no excuse, officer. I was distracted.”
“I’ll say.”
My lip curled when the cop’s hungry gaze lingered over my heaving chest.
I had no doubt he’d be yanking his crank to the image of me the next time he found himself alone, and it gave me the ick.
“If it weren’t for the mouthy little thing in the passenger seat, I would have let you off with a warning since I’m a Speed fan and all.”
Of course he was. Everyone in this town was obsessed with the hockey team Sasha played for—one I’d never heard of before he walked into my life.
“License and registration,” the officer demanded, his tone harsher now that he’d decided to lean into the hard-ass cop routine.
Sasha reached for the glove box, producing the items and handing them over without a word.
The Power-Trip Patrol disappeared from view, and I opened my mouth to apologize, but Sasha cut me off with a stern, “Not a word, Gemma.”
Yup. Got it. Shutting up now.
When the police officer came back, he returned Sasha’s identification. “I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle.”
Okay, this was getting ridiculous now. But I followed the command he’d issued in private and sealed my lips shut tight, not wanting to dig the hole deeper.
Sasha unbuckled and stepped outside. I twisted in my seat, trying to make out what they were doing. My heart sank when I figured it out. Officer Asshole was running him through a sobriety test.
So much for being a fan. Didn’t anyone clue this guy into the fact that he doesn’t drink?
Thankfully, he passed. Because if he hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been able to keep quiet, fighting tooth and nail against a bullshit DUI charge.
Sasha slid back into the driver’s seat, and even in the dark, I could see every muscle coiled tight with tension. My happy, gentle giant was downright pissed.
