CHAPTER 4: HIGHWAY ROMP

VERONICA

The engine of the midnight-black BMW M4 roared like a caged beast as I tore down the highway, the city skyline blurring into a streak of darkness behind me. The car was a "welcome to the team" token from Christopher, delivered to the firm's parking garage right before I left. It smelled of rich, pristine leather, high-end engineering, and the unspoken promise that I belonged to them now.

I didn't care about the speed limit. I didn't care about the rules of the road any more than I cared about the rules of corporate decorum. My emerald wrap dress was draped loosely over my shoulders, my thighs bare against the heated leather seat, and the silver penthouse key card rested securely in the cup holder. I was feeling extremely excited, a satisfied smile still playing on my lips. I wasn't always like this, but growing up in a system with no family will teach you fast that the only one you can rely on is yourself, and no one else.

Then, the flashing red and blue lights shattered the darkness in my rearview mirror.

A sharp, demanding siren chirp cut through the thumping bass of my stereo. I glanced at the speedometer—I was doing nearly ninety in a forty-five zone. Instead of panicking or cursing my luck, my smile only widened. I pulled the sleek sports car over to the shoulder of the deserted, dimly lit stretch of road, shifting into park with a smooth flick of my wrist.

I rolled down the window just as the heavy, deliberate footsteps of two law enforcement officers approached from either side of the vehicle.

The officer on my side was older and rugged, with a thick moustache and a badge that read *Officer Javier*. The one approaching the passenger side was younger, a clean-shaven rookie with broad shoulders and a nervous energy, his name tag reading *Officer Davis*.

"Step out of the vehicle, ma'am," Javier barked, shining a blinding tactical flashlight directly into my eyes. "Do you have any idea how fast you were going?"

I didn't shield my eyes. I merely leaned my elbow on the window frame, resting my chin in my hand, looking up at him through my lashes. "Fast enough to get your attention, clearly."

Javier blinked, thrown off by the lack of fear. He lowered the flashlight slightly, letting the beam slide down my unbuttoned neckline, lingering on the smooth expanse of my chest. "License and registration. Now."

"I don't have them on me, Officer," I purred, pushing the car door open and stepping out into the cool night air. I stretched my arms over my head deliberately, arching my back so the emerald silk tightened across my breasts and pulled high up my thighs. "I had a very... exhausting first day at my new job, and I must have left my purse at the office."

Young Officer Davis had made his way around the hood of the car, his eyes practically bulging out of his head as he took in the full view of me. "No ID? That's a serious offence, ma'am. Combined with reckless driving, we could impound this vehicle right now."

"Impound it?" I chuckled, a throaty, teasing sound. I walked closer to Javier, stepping right into his personal space, my high heels bringing me almost eye-to-eye with him. I reached out, my gold-tipped fingers lightly tapping his heavy utility belt, right next to his handcuffs. "That sounds like an awful lot of paperwork for a deserted road at midnight. Don't you boys want to settle this out of court?"

Javier’s breath caught. He was used to civilians crying, arguing, or begging for a warning. He wasn't used to a gorgeous, completely uninhibited brunette treating a traffic stop like an invitation to a VIP lounge. "Are you attempting to bribe a police officer, miss?" he asked, though his voice lacked any real authority now. His eyes were glued to my lips.

"Depends on what you're buying, officer," I whispered.

Before Javier could formulate a coherent thought, I dropped to my knees right there on the gravel, the rough stones biting into my skin—not that I cared. My hands went straight for the front of Javier's tactical trousers. I didn't waste time with sweet-talking; I unclasped his heavy belt and lowered his zipper, freeing a thick, already semi-rigid length that had been reacting to my presence from the moment I stepped out of the sports car.

Miller let out a low, strangled groan, his hands immediately dropping to the top of my head, his fingers tangling in my dark hair. "Jesus Christ..."

"Javier! What the hell are you—" Davis started, his voice cracking as he stared in absolute shock.

I didn't answer with words. I wrapped my warm lips around Javier’s shaft, sliding all the way down to the base with a voracious, practised hunger. I swirled my tongue around the head, looking sideways at the rookie through the darkness. My eyes were wide, mocking, and full of a wicked dare.

Javier’s knees buckled slightly. He gripped my hair tighter, pushing himself deeper into my mouth, completely abandoning his badge, his duty, and his partner. "Davis... watch the road," Javier panted, his head tossing back as I sucked him with a fierce, sloppy rhythm that threatened to break him in seconds.

Davis didn't watch the road. He couldn't move. His own trousers were suddenly suffocatingly tight. The sight of his veteran partner being thoroughly brought to his knees by a woman in a ruined designer dress on the side of Highway 9 was the most electric thing he had ever witnessed.

I pulled back from Javier with a loud, wet pop, a string of saliva connecting my lip to his cock. I looked up at Davis, my smile feral. "Well, rookie? Are you just going to stand there and watch your superior officer get all the corporate benefits? Get over here."

Davis didn't need to be told twice. He tore at his own belt, his shaking hands fumbling with the button before he freed his own rigid, throbbing erection. He stepped up right next to Miller, his heart hammering against his ribs like a drum.

I didn't hesitate. I grabbed Davis by the back of his thighs, pulling him close, and took him into my mouth, alternating between the two officers with a ruthless, greedy pace. I worshipped them both, my tongue working magic in the cool night air while the flashing red and blue lights cast a surreal, throppy glow over the three of them.

Javier was burning up. He couldn't take just the oral attention anymore. He grabbed me by the armpits, hauling me to her feet, and slammed my back against the warm, smooth hood of the BMW.

"Hey! Watch the paint, Christopher just bought this," I laughed, but I didn't fight him. Instead, I lifted my legs, wrapping them tightly around Javier’s waist as I pulled my dress completely up to my ribs.

Javier used a condom; he didn't care about protocol. He guided his thick length right to my dripping, soaking core and drove himself deep inside me with a heavy, breathless grunt.

"Ah! God, yes!" I cried out, the sound echoing off the concrete dividers of the highway. Javier began to pound into me with a raw, aggressive desperation, heavy-duty boots scraping against the floor as he hammered me against the hood of the luxury car. The vehicle rocked on its suspension with every fierce stroke.

Davis stepped up right beside the hood, leaning over me. Veronica reached up, grabbing the rookie by his uniform collar, pulling his face down into a deep, bruising kiss. It tasted like sin and the taboo of it sent Davis over the edge. While Javier was brutally filling me from below, Davis guided his own rigid cock right back into my mouth, holding my jaw steady as I sucked him with an unholy intensity.

The double stimulation was staggering. The cool metal of the car hood against my back, the hot friction of Javier’s heavy thrusts stretching me wide open, and Davis’s thick length deep in my throat made Veronica’s body convulse. My inner muscles clamped down on Miller like a vice.

"Damn it, you’re so tight," Javier growled, his pace turning frantic, his hands gripping my thighs so hard his fingers left imprints. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna come..."

I pulled away from Davis’s cock for a brief second, letting out a loud, uninhibited scream as a violent orgasm ripped through my centre. My hips jerked against the hood, taking Jarvier’s final, deepest thrusts.

With a guttural shout, Jarvier buried himself inside me, convulsing as he filled the condom with his warm release. A fraction of a second later, Davis, pushed over the edge by my loud moans and the sight of his partner finishing, groaned loudly and spent himself across my stomach and the front of my green dress, his chest heaving as he leaned heavily against the car.

For a long moment, the only sound was the idling of the BMW’s engine and the ragged breathing of the two men.

Jarvier slowly pulled out, staggering back a step as he tried to regain his composure, his face flushed. He looked down at his badge, then at me, a look of sheer disbelief crossing his rugged features. Davis was already reaching for a napkin from his pocket, looking dazed.

I casually slid off the hood, entirely unbothered by the mess. I smoothed down the emerald fabric, tsk-tsking at the new stains, though my eyes were dancing with wicked triumph. I stepped back over to the driver’s side door, leaning my arm on the roof.

"Well, gentlemen," I purred, looking at both of them as they hurriedly fixed their uniforms. "I trust that settles the speeding ticket?"

Jarvier cleared his throat, adjusting his duty belt, unable to meet my gaze directly. "Just... keep it under the limit, ma'am."

"Oh, I don't think I will," I smiled, stepping into the car. But before I pulled the door shut, I paused, looking up at Javier with a sharp, calculating glint in my eyes. "Tell me something, Jarvier. Who runs this precinct? The Police Commissioner—what’s his name?"

"Commissioner Jones Javier said automatically, still too dazed to question my intent. "Thomas Jones."

My smirk widened into something truly feral. Jones.

"Perfect," I said, starting the engine, the powerful motor purring to life. "Do me a favour. Give him a heads-up that I’m coming for him next. I’ll be needing the direct link to his private line." I gave Javier a paper with my number scribbled on it.

Before either officer could respond, I slammed the door, shifted into drive, and stomped on the gas. The BMW squealed, its tiretyresning rubber as it shot back onto the highway, disappearing into the night, leaving two stunned police officers standing in the wake of its exhaust.