Miss Understood (The Coletrain Twins #2) - Miranda Elaine Page 0,1

a ponytail on the top of her head. Just watching her walk from behind, I can tell she is working hard at putting out the bad-girl vibe she hides behind.

“What do you want, Nate? I got places to be,” she calls out to me while continuing to walk.

I come to a slow roll up next to her. The sass is emanating off her in spades and has my dick hardening uncomfortably behind the fitted blues of my uniform.

“Tills, I’ve told you more times than I can count. When I have on the uniform, it’s Officer Trent. Please show the badge some respect.” This isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation, and if her penchant for pushing my buttons continues, I’m sure it won’t be the last.

“Yes, sir, OFF-I-CER,” she says, drawing each syllable out to an exaggerated point. Her pink lips pull into a barely there smile, and my already hard cock twitches behind my zipper. Damn her.

“You being smart with me, Angel?” I ask with a smile on my face, loving the banter we have going. Fighting with Tillie has always felt like the most drawn-out foreplay possible. We’ve had years of it, and I’m only ready for more.

“Why would I do that?” she questions with a smirk and a small wink of her eye. She turns back down the empty road to resume walking away from me. After several steps, she pauses for a moment. Then she turns toward me as I come to a stop in the middle of the street. “You gonna offer me a ride back to Wild Acres, Nate, or are you just gonna watch my ass as I walk all the way home? You know I have to get back by nine. They lock the gates.” She pointedly looks down at her feet. “These wedges are not my fence-climbing shoes. If I promise to be a good girl, can you just pretend you didn’t see me tonight?”

I eye her sexy-as-hell legs, which feed into the kind of shoes that make a man take notice. “Those shoes seemed to do a good enough job when you were climbing out of Jake’s window,” I scoff. “I guess you’re back at the retirement center again?”

“What? They love me down there. They appreciate my fun nature.” She waggles her eyebrows at me. She’s tryin’ to play off the seriousness of the situation as if she doesn’t know she’s got warrants out. “Look, if you don’t want to give me a ride, whatever. I can walk. It ain’t far.”

I hit the gas a bit to get ahead of her and then pull off to the side of the road, stopping her in her tracks. Getting out, I pull my cuffs off my belt and give them an exaggerated little twirl. I lean against the car, waiting for her to catch up. Still holding the cuffs out, I never take my eyes off hers as she approaches. “Get in the car, Tills.”

A sexy darkness fills her eyes as she puts her wrists out in front of her. “You gonna cuff me, Officer?” she teases in a way that makes me think she knows what she does to me.

If she hasn’t been fully clued in by now, the obvious bulge in the front of my uniform pants is making the sentiment perfectly clear.

Her eyes take me in, from the tips of my hair and down my long body. They zero in on my crotch. “Who knew you were into kink?” She bites her bottom lip on a small giggle, and I try to hold back a groan.

“Using these cuffs for a bit of fun right now with you is incredibly tempting, but it ain’t that easy, Angel. As sweet as the view of your ass walking down this street is and as much as I would enjoy cuffing you and then bending you over the hood of my cruiser, you gotta come with me to the station. It’s time to deal with the mess you’ve made.”

It takes her a second to register what I just said. While I have never hidden my desire for her, I also haven’t made it a habit to outright talk about how much I want to fuck her.

“I dunno, Officer,” Tillie says in a voice that has me wanting to risk everything I’ve worked for all these years. “I think I’ll take the cuffs and cruiser and skip the station, as long as you can have me home by nine.”

“I can’t let you just