Page 59 of Born to Scar

Ken shakes his head. “I wish I knew how to do this to make it legal, to make him pay for what he did in front of everyone. They both deserve to have their stories told. They deserve justice.”

I sigh. There is no way. Every report we got was obtained illegally. Fuck. “None of this is usable.”

“I know. I wish there was something, anything that would make it possible to access this shit legally.”

My fingers tap on the desk. The easiest thing would be to get this over with and kill him. But if there is any way at all that we can get him behind bars, I would thoroughly enjoy that more. The men in prison don’t go easy on child rapists. It’s even better that he’s a filthy cop. He’ll be killed in there, and he’ll know exactly why, making it all the better. The thought has a vicious smile creep across my face.

Ken notices, and his lips twitch up. “What are you thinking?”

“We need to make this legal. I want him to go to prison. They’ll kill him. He’s a rapist and a cop. He doesn’t stand a chance.”

Ken nods. “That is a fact.”

“Do we know anyone who can figure this out?”

“I’m sure I know someone.”

I still owe Indy for beating her ass in our last race. She doesn’t like to lose. She’s not nearly as bad a loser as Jared, but she still doesn’t like it. She also doesn’t want me to let her win. That much was made crystal clear at my first race. I’m in a losing battle with her. My bike is faster. It’s that simple. She hangs close, but the only time she can win is if she gets the jump on the flag.

Usually, when we ride, we ride together, but this afternoon she’s backpacking. The feel of her body pressed against mine has me flying. I’ve missed her. Our schedules fucking suck. We never get to see each other alone. It’s another problem I intend to fix.

I can ride freely with her on my back. She knows how to lean with me. She doesn’t make riding any harder than it already is. And, because of how comfortable she is, she finds it fun to fuck around with me. She rubs her hand under my shirt, up and down my chest and stomach, and down between my legs. I pat her leg to get her attention, telling her no with my waving finger. Her body shakes on my back with her laugh.

She slides both hands down my chest and dips them between my legs, grazing my hardening dick. This girl is going to get me in so much trouble. The kind of trouble I long for, her kind.

We park by a lake. I found it when I first moved here. I visited it often because it wasn’t in the middle of everything. Originally, I wanted to bring her here to watch the sunset and get some one-on-one time, but I think I’m going to fuck her first.

She hops off, but I grip her wrist so she can’t get far. She jerks from my hold, pulling her helmet off. I pull mine off and quirk my eyebrow. She presses into my body, gripping me over my jeans. “Stopping only makes it worse, pretty boy,” she croons, squeezing when I press into her touch. My cock twitches under her grip.

“Cam?” she whispers.

“Hmm?”

“We need more time together.”

My gaze meets hers, and I nod, cupping her cheeks. I know we do. We desperately need it. “I’ve missed you, too, baby girl.” She locks on my eyes with that radiant smile that always does me in. Bending, I kiss her, and she melds into it until she pulls away with a pant, too quickly. I could have stayed in that kiss for hours. Days. Years.

“What are we doing here?”

“Not what I first intended,” I tease. Her brows pinch together. “I wanted to bring you here to watch the sunset and spend some time together, but…” I trail off, gripping her hand, placing it back on my dick. “You did this, and now you need to take care of it.”

She laughs, her hand tightening around me. “I can’t ride bitch and not get something out of it.”

“Oh, you’re going to get something out of it.”

I wrap my hand around her delicate neck. Her throat vibrates under my hand with her low moan. Popping the button on her jeans, I push them down, her eyes growing wide. “Here?” she whimpers.

“Right fucking here, baby girl,” I answer, pushing her panties down. “Turn and lean over the bike, Indy.” She does, pushing her ass out and shaking it. I chuckle, loving that after everything she’s been through, she can still have so much fun.

Kneeling behind her, I spread her wide and feast. It’s been too long, and I need it just as much as she does. “Oh fuck,” she whispers when my tongue softly grazes over her soaked skin.

I pull back. “I want to know how good I make you feel, or if I need to stop.” She turns her head over her shoulder with the best smile she has. The very smile that has hooked me since day one.

Those were her exact words to me the first time we fucked, and she remembers them. “Cam, I fucking love you.” I shove my tongue back into her pussy, turning her words to moans.

A car comes roaring down the road. Standing, I wrap myself around her, shielding her from view. She’s so small against me that no one would ever know she’s here.

“You’re still so polite and sweet, aren’t you? My good boy.” I laugh on the crook of her neck. “We haven’t tainted you so much, have we?” I pull myself from my jeans and shove inside of her. She gasps at the surprise intrusion, but she’s ready anyway. She’s always so wet for me.