Untamed by Kate Allenton Page B

squeezed her legs together tighter. She throbbed in places long overdue for some attention. And he was the man who could give her everything she wanted. She didn’t even have to ask.
    “Baby, you’re not even doing the speed limit.”
    She glanced down at the speedometer. She was going five miles under the speed limit. Even the line of passing palm trees looked as though they were crawling by. She didn’t even remember turning on the last two streets, though she knew the route like the back of her hand. The scary part was she hadn’t been paying attention. Her mind had been on other things, much more pleasant things.
    “Pull over. Maybe I should drive.”
    She shook her head. “Not a chance. We’d be wasting precious time.”
    He chuckled and placed his palm on her leg. “We’ve got all night, sweetheart , and if I have my way, your mind will be blank and you’ll be unable to walk by the time I get through with you.”
    She stepped on the gas and bit her lip, sure she’d drawn blood. There was no way she was going to let herself shimmy out of this situation , especially when she was behind the wheel of a car going faster than legally allowed.
    She saw the red and blue lights behind her before she heard the scream of the siren. “Oh for the love of god.”
    The wail of the sirens blared through the car. Tara shook her head and leaned back into the headrest. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t a sign. No, not now, now when she’d finally gotten the nerve to take Brody up on his offer.
    She pulled over to the side of the road. She could see her street sign not even one hundred yards away. She’d almost made it back to her house, almost had Brody in her bed. Almost wasn’t going to cut it. She wanted him, and she wanted him now.
    Knuckles wrapped on her window , and she hit the button and waited for the window to lower. Recognition hit her like a punch in the gut.
    Peter was standing in full police uniform outside her window. His gaze landed on Brody’s hand before meeting her gaze. “License and registration.”
    The tension in Tara’s shoulders eased. “Is this necessary, Peter?”
    Tara rooted around in her purse for her license, dumping receipts and a string of condoms in to Brody’s lap as she continued to dig for her elusive license that liked to burrow itself at the bottom among the change and other things.
    “Step out of the vehicle, Ms. Clarkston.”
    Tara sighed and glanced at Brody. “Don’t do anything stupid. He’ll use any excuse you give him to throw your ass in jail and lose the key,” she whispered before pushing the door open and stepping out of the car. She tossed her purse back into the driver’s seat. “I can’t find my license. It must be in the back pocket of a pair of jeans or something.”
    Brody twisted in his seat as if he was about to open his door and climb out.
    “Stay where you are, Mr. Conn ors, unless you want to go to jail.”
    Thankfully, Brody pulled his door closed. She glanced at him. He had his phone pressed to his ear , but she couldn’t hear what he was saying.
    “It seems I’ve got you on speeding, failure to yield, reckless driving, and driving without a license. Face the car and lace your fingers behind your head.”
    “This won’t hold up in court.”
    Peter leaned into her body and whispered, “May not, but it will make me feel better, and it will put a damper on your plans with lover boy.”
    He placed the cuffs on her and lowered her into his police car before walking back over to where Brody sat. With the window down , she heard the taunting. She knew it was coming. “Welcome to Iverson City, Mr. Connors. You’re on my turf now.  I suggest you think twice before coming back into my town. You best be on your way.” Peter tapped the top of the car and continued the taunting before walking away. “I’ll make sure that Tara is well taken care of.”
    “Crap.” She closed her eyes and imagined the pink handcuffs in her mind. She imagined one