“This pussy—” he grunted, fingers going in deeper “—is going to surrender itself to me. It has the right to remain silent.” And like that his mouth hunkered down on the hardness of my clit. “Love sucking this cream outta you, birthday girl.”
Seat shaking, toes curling, Vamp and I were so close to shooting off across the Hudson River. We’d for sure land somewhere in Astoria, Queens.
“Come on my tongue.” He snarled from the side of his mouth.
“Now?”I quivered.
“Damn Lex, now, yes. Come for me!”
In total ecstasy, my moans turned to screams. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. He was the biggest, hottest dude I’d ever seen, and he had strapped me to my bike and ate me out.
“Miss Easton!” I heard him say from somewhere other than between my legs.
“Errr…”
“Miss Easton.” He tapped my shoulder.
“Huh?” I blinked, snapping out of my fantasy. “What?”
“You okay?”
“Oh.” It wasn’t real. My daydreams were always just that—a dream.
“I was talking to you.” Officer Gotti glanced back at his bike, then asked, “Did you hear me?”
“No. Sorry the heat’s getting to me on this bike.”
“Turn your engine off.”
I did as he suggested. “Why did you pull us over?”
“On my radio, there was an APB issued for a purple scooter and limo leaving the scene of a crime.”
“Say what?”
“I patrol this highway. I’ve spoken to the detective who’s looking for you. His team should be here shortly. I was asked to detain you for a bit.”
“For what?”
“Can’t say. This it out of my jurisdiction. Won’t be long.”
His radio made a noise.
“Stay on the bike. I’ll be right back”
Just as he got to his Harley, two black and white sedans pulled up. Their lights flashed.
Up above, a helicopter came out of nowhere. Dang, it was The Manhattanite Times TV station.
One, two, three, four policeman huddled around Officer Gotti. They talked about something which had happened in Soho. I couldn’t hear much else with the chopper swarming over us.
Officer Gotti waved them away but they didn’t budge.
I looked up at the reporters with their cameras. WTF!
Taddy and Vive’s eyes widened as they mouthed to me through the window, “What’s going on?” Ignoring the cop’s demand to stay in the car, they got out.
Vive had her purse in one arm and her dog in the other. Thank heavens her hands were occupied because she’d probably give the chopper the finger.
A second cop approached. Officer Gotti stood behind him and crossed his arms. “Miss Easton?”
I nodded.
“What’s your relation to a Birdie Easton residing at 245 Spring Street?”
My stomach dropped. “She’s my mom. Why?” I didn’t like the sound of this.
“Over here.” Another cop stood at the limo, the trunk opened. One by one, he pulled out my luggage onto the side of the road.
Officer Gotti stayed with me as the others went over. He lowered his opaque shades and covered his eyes. I couldn’t get any read off him. But he was staring at me suspiciously. Unable to tell what he was thinking from his body language, the way he’d rubbed the back of his neck had told me he couldn’t figure out what was going on either.
Vive marched up and asked loudly, “Excuse me, police person. Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“My job lady. Now step back,” the cop shouted.
She didn’t. “Do you have any clue who I am? I have a right to know why you’re searching my car!” When they ignored her, she pulled out her cell phone from her purse. “I’m calling my father’s attorney.”
Hedda Hopper, who never barked started, to yap and yap.
“Turn around. Place your hands above your head.” One cop said to Vive and another to Taddy.
I gasped and covered my mouth in shock. That threat to call her lawyer didn’t go over well. Officer Gotti stalked over and took Hedda from Vive’s hands. She started screaming.
“What for?” Taddy asked. She was much calmer than Vive. “Why are you arresting us?”
My heart sank. Was this over the drinking?
A policeman cuffed Taddy, then Vive, and lastly their limo driver. He filed them up against the white line on the road.
Another cop approached me, pointed at my bags, and asked, “Miss Easton, are those your things?”
“Yes. Someone please tell me what this is about.”
The cop’s face wrinkled, perhaps out of confusion about my question. Ford walked up and stood beside him as he asked, “Why don’t you tell us where you were coming from and where you’re headed to?”
So I did. Well sorta. I told them Birdie and I had a disagreement and I’d packed up my stuff and left.
“Did you start a fire on your way out?”
“A fire?” Oh no-no-no. “In the bathtub, I burned a dress with some photos. It was nothing.”
“Hands up. We’re arresting you for arson. You have the right to remain silent.” His Miranda warning continued.
“You can’t be serious. Nothing happened.” I figured Kelle had probably called the police making this a bigger deal than it really was.
“Your little fire caused a rather large explosion.”
“What in the heck are you talking about?” Taddy shouted.
“Nothing has blown up except for your career. Just wait till my daddy’s lawyer hears about this.” Vive screamed.
“Miss Easton, we have you and your friends on video at the parking garage loading up that limo and leaving the building.”
“When did transporting good fashion become a crime? She’s moving in with me. And we’re going to Paris tonight. Now, give me my fucking dog back,” Vive spewed, as she wrestled with the handcuffs.
The cop ignored Vive and spoke directly to my face. “Shortly after you drove away, most of your mother’s penthouse exploded.”
“No.” My legs felt weak and my head heavy. I dropped to the ground and sobbed. “Where’s my mom? Is she okay?”
“She’s being treated at Manhattan General,” a policeman replied, as another one lifted me to my feet. Before I knew it, I was in the back of their sedan being taken to the police station and charged with what exactly, I didn’t know. Vive, Taddy, and their limo driver were arrested as accomplices and taken in another car.