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  Law of Love

  Melissa King

  Contents

  Law of Love

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Stalk the Author

  Law of Love

  by Alexa RIley

  Can’t get enough of The Breeding Series? You’re in luck! The story continues with a bonus novella on Joey and Law.

  It’s quick, dirty, and over-the-top… just how we love it!

  Author Note: This story was originally added to the back of Mechanic so you may have read it before. Due to formatting guidelines we are releasing these bonus chapters separately. Enjoy!

  Copyright © 2018 by Author Alexa Riley LLC. All rights reserved.

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  http://alexariley.com/

  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Edited by Aquila Editing

  Cover by Perfect Pear Cover Creations

  Chapter One

  Joey

  Click, click, click, click.

  “Stop that or you’re going to flood the engine.” I stare over at the Sheriff through his windshield as he tries to start his cruiser. I swear, everywhere I go in this town, there he is. Today it was the diner. I ate lunch there before I needed to get back to the shop, and there he popped up. Like always, he just stared at me, and it confused the ever-loving shit out of me. He’s never spoken to me before, even with all the staring, but then again, I give him a wide berth when I see him. He makes me feel things, things I’ve never felt before, and it would just be better for everyone if those feelings stayed buried.

  “Just can’t seem to get the damn thing to start.” His deep voice rolls over my skin, making goose bumps break out, even though it’s a good ninety degrees right now.

  “Hmm. Pop the hood.” I stumble over my words, and he shoots me a smirk. Prick. Probably used to women falling all over him. Not that I can blame them. I’d probably fall all over him, too, if I thought I was his type. Which I’m definitely not.

  He’s clean-cut in a hard, pretty-boy kind of way. Blond hair, blue eyes, and a thousand-watt smile that comes out easy. He couldn’t be more of a good ol’ boy if he tried. Unfolding himself from his cruiser, he reaches down and pops the hood. I don’t wait for an invitation as I step off the sidewalk and lift the hood.

  It’s an easy fix if it’s what I think it is. Retrieving my wrench out of my back pocket, I grab the battery cable, giving it a wiggle. It’s loose, just like I thought, so I screw it back on to the battery terminal tightly.

  “Give that a try.” I straighten and turn around, knocking straight into a wall of chest. The badge clipped to his chest shines bright in my face. “Whoa there, Sheriff. I don’t need you up my ass.”

  I snap the words, trying to take a step back as his masculine smell invades my senses. God, he smells good. I didn’t know a man could smell that good. Probably because he doesn’t work in an auto shop full of sweaty men all day. Jesus, his smell has me feeling those goose bumps again.

  “I don’t bite, Josephine.”

  The use of my name has me glaring at him. No one calls me ‘Josephine.’ Only my mother ever did, and that name died when she did. It’s too intimate for him to be using that name, and I hate how I felt when he said it. It made me feel all feminine and shit. Nope. Not touching that.

  “Name’s Joey,” I correct him, trying to put a firmness behind my tone. I want him to know I’m not fucking around. But he just shoots me that stupid perfect smile, making my heart flutter. I should take a step back, but I don’t want to seem like I’m intimidated by him. That, and I’m still rather enjoying the smell of him. I grew up with three older brothers who are all in the Air Force now. Surely I can handle one sexy, muscle-bound sheriff. I think.

  “I like ‘Josephine’ better. Fits you.” His hand goes to my shoulder, picking up the end of my ponytail as he twirls the black strands around his finger.

  What.

  The.

  Fuck.

  I don’t think I’ve ever twirled my hair, and the fact that I like him touching me bothers me. I bat his hand away, pretending to be annoyed. “How do you even know that name? Everyone calls me ‘Joey.’” I give my best stink-eye, which seems to have no effect on him, either. Normally, men scurry off when I give it, but I don’t think Sheriff Law has scurried from anything in his entire life.

  “I know a lot of things about you.” His tone makes it sound like we’ve been intimate, like he knows every part of my body. It’s completely untrue, unless he can see through my clothes with all that staring he’s been doing.

  “You stalking me?” I push my shoulders back, trying to make myself bigger, but my stature is dwarfed by his broad frame. I take a step into him, thinking he’ll retreat at my aggression, but he doesn’t. In fact he leans in a little more, making me feel the heat of his body.

  “If stalking you is thinking about you every night while I stroke my cock and cumming with the sweet name ‘Josephine’ on my lips, then yeah, I’ve been stalking. I’ve been stalking the fuck out of you since I moved back here.”

  All the blood rushes to my face, and I can feel it turning bright red. I’ve been around men my whole life who say the nastiest shit, and never once have I blushed. I’m used to it, and sometimes I even add a few jokes of my own. Being around my older brothers and working in an auto shop, there probably isn’t a thing I haven’t heard. What I’ve never heard is that filthy talk directed at me.

  No, not me. Joey the tomboy who fits in better with the boys. Joey the chick who doesn’t know shit about being a chick.

  “I can’t believe you said that.” The words leave my mouth breathily. I should shove my knee right in his balls, but I find myself wanting to touch him there, just not with my knee.

  “That’s nothing compared to the things I’ve thought about doing to you, my sweet Josephine.”

  “I’m not sweet,” I bite out. “Or yours, for the matter.”

  He leans down, like he’s inhaling my scent. “Oh yeah, you’re sweet all right. You smell like sticky cotton candy on a warm summer day. Probably taste like it, too.”

  “That’s grease you smell, jackass.” I want the words to come out mean, but they sound more like a tease. What is he doing to me?

  “Go out with me,” he says, ignoring my statement. I’m just not buying it. Why now? We’ve both been in this town together for over a year, and this is the first time we’ve ever so much as talked. “Why are you asking me out now? Run out of local pussy and now you’re digging the bottom of the barrel? Thanks, but no thanks.”

  I turn to leave, making the retreat that I didn’t want to make. I wanted him to back down, to get out of my space, but that clearly wasn’t happening. I’m in way over my head, and a little pissed, too. It burns that I’ve wanted him since he showed up in this town, but never once has he made a move. Now out of nowhere he’s all up my ass wanting to go out. Something stinks, and I don’t want any part of it, no matter what my body is begging to do. It’s not like I want him
to actually do all those things he said he wanted to do to me. Nope, I lie to myself.

  He grabs me by the waist, pulling me back to him, and my body embarrassingly melts into his. I can’t help loving the feeling of having him pressed up against me. My body is enjoying the physical contact so much, it almost makes me want to cry. The loneliness I’ve felt comes rushing forward, crashing against my chest, and reminding me how long it’s been since someone held me.

  “The only pussy I’ve thought about is yours.” He flips the word ‘pussy’ off his tongue like he’s pissed he has to use the word. Which is crazy because not minutes ago he said cruder stuff to me. “In fact, I thought about it so fucking much I can’t seem to get my goddamn job done. I’m finished waiting, so I might as well take it now. Maybe after I get you under me, I can have some sanity and actually finish doing what I came here to do.”

  “No.” The word has absolutely no power behind it. Something’s wrong with me. I’m broken. I’m letting him manhandle me, and I’m not even fighting it. Fuck. I don’t want to fight it. Why should I? I’m a twenty-two-year-old virgin whose body is screaming for some physical attention. Maybe it’s time to pull off the virgin Band-Aid. Maybe he’s looking for a good time, a roll in the sack, and needs to get me out of his system. Why I’m in his system to begin with, I have no idea, but maybe this could work. I see how other women in the town look at him. They flirt with him all the time, but I’ve always just seen him be professional. Until now. I like the idea that maybe I’ve made him crack, even if it isn’t true.

  “I’ll cuff you and take you to the station until you agree.” He leans in to whisper into my ear. “Or just wait for everyone to leave the station and eat your pussy until you agree.” He takes my earlobe into his mouth, sucking it, then giving it a little bite. A moan escapes my lips, loving the sensation.

  “Fuck. Don’t make that sound when we’re in public.” He lets go of me, and then I remember we’re standing in the middle of town, beside the diner. I look around, but no one seems to be looking our way or paying attention. Not much is going on.

  “Okay.”

  “Okay?” He echoes the word, raising his eyebrows like he doesn’t believe me.

  “Yeah, okay. I’ll go out with you.” His body loses some of the tension I didn’t notice was there before.

  “Give me your number.” He pulls out his phone, and on the screen I see a picture of me standing in the auto shop. It looks like I’m laughing in it. I grab the phone from his hand, wondering how he got the photo.

  “What the fuck is this?” I look at the picture, but he snatches the phone away from me.

  “I’ll get a better one tonight.” He ignores me, like it’s not weird that I’m his screensaver. I pretend like I’m appalled, but really, I want to jump up and down like a dork in high school who just found out the quarterback has the hots for me.

  “Number?”

  I just stare at him. “You think I really believe you don’t already have my number?” No way he doesn’t. Not after the picture thing and him knowing my real name.

  He smiles, slipping his phone back in his pocket. “I’ll pick you up at seven.” He takes a step toward me, putting his finger under my chin, making me look up into his eyes. “And Josephine,” he says, looking into my eyes. “No more flirting with Butch. I don’t want to have to kill him.”

  With that, he turns, pushing the hood of his car down before getting in. It starts right up, the engine turning over as he pulls out and leaves me gaping. I don’t flirt with Butch.

  Butch is one of my brother’s best friends. He’s the reason I even came to this town. He got me my job working at the auto shop. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here. Growing up with all boys, I could pretty much do anything they could, except pee standing up.

  Fuck, do I love the thought of him getting jealous over Butch. He’s just like another brother to me, and besides, I’m not even Butch’s type. He likes them blonde, tall, with giant boobs, and as easy as they come.

  My phone beeps, and I see I have a text from an unknown number. Sliding my finger across the screen, I read the message.

  Stop missing me. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.

  I roll my eyes, but then I find myself smiling as I walk back to the garage. “Asshole.”

  Chapter Two

  Law

  I pump faster, speeding up my rhythm. My cock is aching for release, so this won’t take long.

  Picturing Josephine standing in front of me, bent over, spreading her ass cheeks apart, I jerk off faster. I imagine her looking over her shoulder, giving me that sassy smirk, begging me to fill her up. I think about her smart mouth telling me how bad she wants me, and I start to cum.

  Standing over the toilet, I watch as my cum drips down into the water. I hate to waste it, but no way can I sit through dinner and being so close to her without some kind of release. I won’t be able to control myself, so hopefully, this will take the edge off.

  Jesus, it’s like I’m fifteen. I can’t last for more than sixty seconds when I’m thinking about my Josephine. I can’t wait until she’s under me, and I can get actual relief. Anytime I get hard, I can slide it into her body and empty my seed. After tonight’s hurdle, I’ll have her bred before the end of the week.

  I smile to myself as I clean up and head out, not wanting to be late. I’ve driven to her townhouse a thousand times. I know she lives with Butch, but from what I can tell they are just friends. I still don’t like it, but for the moment there’s not much I can do. I’ll take care of that soon, but first I’ve got to get her in my bed. Then I’ll fix everything.

  I pull up and take a breath, thinking that this probably isn’t the best timing with the case still going on. But I’ve waited almost a year to claim Josephine, and I can’t wait anymore. I’ve watched her like a hawk from the second I first saw her, unable to let her get too far from me. I’m not proud of some of the things I’ve done, but when it comes to ‘the one,’ the rules don’t apply. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

  Getting out of my cruiser, I walk by her car and think about the night I put the tracer on it. It’s hidden under the wheel rim and completely undetectable. Even if she took her car apart, she wouldn’t find it unless she was looking for it. Walking to the porch, I ring the doorbell, looking up to see the pinhead camera I installed around the same time. No one would know it was there unless you pointed it out. And even then it’s hard to tell. I wanted to know who was coming and going from her house at all times. Making sure she got home safe every night, too.

  Oh yes, I’ve done a lot of things to keep eyes on my Josephine. Almost a year later and I’ve had enough playing around. I don’t care if this fucks up my case, I’m a man, and I’m only so strong.

  The door opens, and Butch is standing there with his shirt off. I clench my hands into fists, ready to rip his head off.

  “Evening, Sheriff. What can we do for you?” He looks genuinely surprised to see me, and I shouldn’t be shocked Josephine didn’t tell him I was coming over.

  Butch stands there waiting on a response, but my jaw is clenched too tight to speak. I’m seconds away from tackling him to the ground when Josephine walks around the corner.

  I nearly stop breathing as she walks towards us, my heart beating out of my chest.

  “Damn, Joey. Who died?”

  “Eat a bag of dicks, Butch.” She walks past him, pulling the door closed behind her, and stands on the porch. She looks at me expectantly, but I still can’t speak. I blink a few times and try to focus.

  “Well, my earlier plan was a waste,” I mumble, thinking that jerking off twenty minutes ago was completely worthless. My dick is at full attention and trying to bust out of my slacks.

  “What was that?”

  “I said, you look utterly gorgeous, Josephine.” Her cheeks blush at my compliment as my eyes roam over her body. She’s wearing a fifties-style pinup outfit with a high-waisted pencil skirt that’s tight to her body. A white, button-up, short-slee
ve blouse and shiny red peep-toe heels finish off her look. Her ink-black hair is pinned to one side, and her lips are lacquered in the same shade as her shoes. She looks like she should be laid across the front of a plane, motivating soldiers in World War II. Her dark eyes look up at me through her thick lashes, and I’m literally breathless at how beautiful she is.

  “Are you ready?” she whispers, and I have no idea what she’s talking about.

  Leaning in, I find my words, pulling her against my hard body, “I think I should be asking you that question, love. Because with the way you’re dressed and the way you’re looking at me, you’re going to have to try to keep me off you.”

  I expect her to pull away, upset by my crude words, but instead, she leans in closer. “What if I don’t want to keep you off me?”

  She licks those shiny red lips, and I’ve had all I can stand. Reaching down, I snatch her wrist and pull her behind me to my cruiser. I’m nearly dragging her, but my need is too strong, and I can’t wait.

  Taking her to the passenger side, I open the door and silently help her into the car. When I go around to the driver’s side, I get in and crank up the car, driving away from her townhouse.

  “Where are we going?” she whispers, and I can hear the slight need in her voice.

  “My place. I’ve waited long enough.”

  I hear her laugh, and I look over to see her lean back in the passenger seat. Her legs are together, but the slit on the skirt goes all the way up her thigh, making me grip the wheel harder.

  “This is our first date, and you’re saying you’ve waited long enough?”

  I look back to the road and hit the gas. I can’t get home soon enough. “You know damn well this has been coming.”