Eight: Arrested

I walked outside of the club entrance and fought my way through the people crowding around the entrance, waiting for a chance to be let inside the booming night club, I could feel my knees getting weak. It may be due to the fact I wore and dance in heels, or it may be due to the fact that Jace is clearly upset with me.

Jace and I bicker from time to time, but we can never go long without speaking. Never do our fights end up in an apology. Usually they end in ya just laughing about how dumb we are or ignoring the situation completely.

I knew it wasn't healthy to avoid talking about our problems, but usually Jace and I didn't have problems. Whatever his problem is tonight may not even be involve me, but from the look he was giving me I could only assume it is.

I cross my arms over my chest as the crisp winter air hits my body, the thin material of my dress doing a poor job at keeping me warm. I could have wore a jacket, but looking like a bad bitch was too important in the moment.

I spot Jace leaning against the brick exteriors of Diva's. He was typing away on his phone, not paying a bit of attention to his surroundings.

I march over to him and snatch the phone from his hands, causing him to jump from the shock. I expected him to immediately try and fight me, but I think he realized it was me before he could.

"Give it back," he hisses at me.

So Jace wanted to play this game.

"What's your problem?" I ask.

Jace rolls his eyes and leans back against the wall, bringing his arms up to cross over his chest just like mine were over mine.

"I don't have a problem," he insists, his voice a bit softer this time.

"Why are you out here then?"

"If you're going to stand out here and interview me the least you can do is put on a coat," Jace says to me as he shrugs the denim jacket he was wearing off.

I scrunch my nose up at his sudden change of behavior. I don't take the coat he was wearing from him, making him even more annoyed. Instead of holding it out for me, he takes matters into his own hands and puts the coat around my shoulders.

"Better," he whispers, his hands still on the front of the jacket.

"Jace Hughes," I groan, running my hands through my hair, "Why are you so confusing?"

Jace lets go of the jacket and leans back on the wall, a glint of amusement in his eye.

"Oh, no. We aren't dodging questions. What did I do?"

The caring Jace that had previously taken over had vanished and the frustrated and annoyed Jace took over as he nearly laughed at my question.

"Do you even know who that guys was?" He asks.

"Are you serious right now?" I spit at him, but the look he was giving me let me know he was completely serious. "His name is Tyler. He's the one I went on the date with," I confess.

"I know his name, Octavia. I was the one who arrested him," Jace snapped.

I feel my blood run cold when Jace says the word 'arrested.' What could Tyler have been arrested for?

I set Jace's phone down on the ground in front of him, silently and quickly, before I start walking away from him. I didn't want to have the conversation with Jace. I didn't want to hear anything he had to say.

"Don't you want to know what for?" He yells, making me stop dead in my tracks.

I turn on my heels and look at Jace, who has a smirk on his face. I wanted to smack it off of him, but I'm not a violent person. If I was, then maybe I would have been in way more fights in high school.

I march up to Jace and by the time I bring my body to a halt, I'm pretty much chest to chest with him and in his face. He's taken back by my sudden change of direction, and his breathing is heavy. He looks down at me, the smirk gone from his face.

"Let's get something clear right now. I don't care what he did. Let's get something else clear. I'd really appreciate it if you kept your nose out of my dating life because whoever I choose to spend my free time with is none of your business. Lastly, maybe you should worry about your own failing relationship instead of fucking with mine," I spit at him.

Jace's face held steady until the last remark I made about him and Kristen. He looked angry, a type of angry that I had never seen Jace have before. I didn't regret what I said, though. Maybe it was a low blow, or maybe it is exactly what he needs to hear to get back to himself and back to Kristen.

Neither of us were able to continue the conversation, but by the looks of Jace's face and the look on mine, I knew neither of us wanted to.

"Is everything okay here?" Tyler's voice chimes in, breaking the intense stare down Jace and I were having.

I look to my right and see Tyler's large frame coming towards us. He stops till he's right beside me, and I step towards him instinctively.

It was interesting to me to see Jace and Tyler beside each other. While they were similar in height, Tyler being slightly taller, everything else about them differed. Their hair colors, skin colors, eye colors, facial shapes: everything was different.

"Everything's fine," I assure Tyler, putting my best attempt of a fake smile on.

I don't think Tyler belieber my fake smile, and instead of continuing his caring nature, he turns to jealousy. His arms snake down to my waist and he pulls me closer to him. It could easily be passed off as a gentleman trying to warm me up from the cold air, but due to the situation at hand it seemed to be a dominance thing.

Men ain't shit.

"Is he bothering you?" Tyler whispers in my ear, low enough that Jace couldn't hear us.

I could tell by Jace's facial expression that he knew what was going on. He knew that Tyler was trying to brag about having me on his arm, and for some reason, he didn't look happy about it.

"Goodbye, Jace," I say, giving him a nod as I pull out of Tyler's arms and start stomping off towards the parking lot.

*

Tyler's lips trailed down my neck, soft kisses pressed against my neck making my eyes flutter closed. His right arm is draped across my waist, and the left held his body propped up to have better access to my neck. My right leg is placed between his, and I'm thankful that even though it's winter, I shaved my legs.

Of course wearing a dress was the only reason that happened. Otherwise, winter air and leg hair stay in check.

Instead of enjoying the way Tyler and I were wrapped up in each other, my mind wanted to wander back to what Jace had said.

I was the one who arrested him.

I know I said that I don't want to know what it was, but in the back of my mind I can't help but wonder. Maybe it was something simple like too many speeding tickets, or public intoxication, or disorderly conduct. He isn't in jail, and Jace hasn't been a police officer for that long, so there's no way that it's anything like murder.

I couldn't imagine Tyler as a murderer at all. Just the way he touches my body is so gentle, I couldn't see him being violent.

"What's on your mind?" Tyler whispers, probably noticing that I wasn't responding like he had hoped to the kissing and sucking he was doing to my neck.

"Tonight just didn't go how I expected," I say, shrugging my shoulders as if it was no big deal.

Tyler scoots from his certain position and untangles himself from me. I immediately miss the touch of his body on mine, but he quickly replaces is when he tugs my body up. His arms wraps around me and I place my head on his chest, loving how intimate we were being.

"I liked your friends. Even though I didn't get to meet them all and the ones that I did meet didn't stay around long, I still liked them," he tells me, making my heart warm.

"You're going to have to come over soon and really get to know Haley. Her opinion does matter," I tell him.

"Oh?" Tyler asks, a smile playing at his lips. "And if she doesn't like me?"

"Then you're out of the picture," I say, a humorous tone taking over.

"Not if I kidnap you," he jokes, making me laugh.

"Do you forget I work at a police station and all my friends are cops?" I remind him.

"Don't remind me. I feel like if I mess anything up between us I'm going to have a warrant out for my arrest."

Arrest.

The word makes an appearance, reminding me of exactly what was on my mind just a few minutes ago.

I was the one who arrested him.

It didn't make sense to me that Jace arrested Tyler. How long ago was it? Why hasn't Tyler mentioned it? Why did Tyler act like he didn't even know who Jace was when he saw him. Surely an arrest isn't something easily forgettable.

I couldn't help but to envision it. I could just see slamming Tyler down on the hood of his car, cuffing his hand behind his back. He'd shove him into the back seat of the car that I had taken many trips in with Jace, just going with him on his runs. He'd then take Tyler right to the station where I spent most of my day at, but I would have never known. He wouldn't have even made it to my floor before being questioned and detained.

"You're doing that thing again," Tyler comments, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"What thing?" I ask, looking up at him.

"Whenever you start thinking really hard you put on the biggest bitch face I have ever seen," he says, making me laugh.

"What do you mean?" I giggle.

"Like, you scrunch your face up and just look pissed off, but you stare at one spot for the longest time and hardly blink." He points out and imitates the face that I apparently do.

"You really pay attention, huh?" I gleam.

Tyler shrugs his shoulders before answering the question. "I just like looking at you."

"Why?"

"Cause you're beautiful," he says, a smirk on his lips as if he's came up with the best line ever.

"Okay, Gus Waters," I say as I roll my eyes at him.

"Maybe okay will be our always," he quotes.

"That's disgusting," I say, thinking of the cliche movie.

"You're disgusting," he says in response.

"Is that why you can't keep your mouth off of me?"

Tyler's eyes lose the glint that were in them previously and he looks down at me, his lips pulling into a firm line. It made me wonder if my comment had hit a nerve, because his sudden chance in mood is surprising. Tyler's usually chill and joking, now he seems just different.

"Did I say something wrong?" I ask, my voice full of worry.

Tyler puts his hand on my cheek, making the skin beneath his palm feel as if it were on fire. It isn't the first time his hands have touched my face, but no matter how many times he touches me I don't think it'll ever change the way my body reacts.

"Whenever you say things like that all I want to do is get these clothes off of you and completely ravish you," Tyler growled.

Well, shit. That wasn't what I was expecting.

"What's stopping you?" I ask him, not really thinking what I'm saying through.

Did I need to think it through, though? Everything about Tyler completely captivated me. His charm was one thing. He always knew what to say and when to say it. From the second I met him, he just had something about him that drew me in.

It seemed like anything he wanted, he got. The house, the car, the money, and me; the girl.

That's if he wanted me.

I couldn't help but wonder if Tyler wanted me for me or for my body, or for connections. I knew I couldn't offer much, but it wouldn't be the first time a guy tried to use me to get out of a parking ticket or speeding ticket just because where I worked.

I doubt that Tyler wanted me for my job, but for my body? That could be it. He can never keep his hands off of me. Then again, I couldn't keep mine off of him either.

He is, without a doubt, one of the most attractive men I've ever seen. It makes me wonder why he's here with me.

Right now, he's wearing a white, long sleeve shirt and a pair of sweat pants. It's simple, but something about a man in sweat pants just does something to me. He hasn't styled his hair in any way since the night I met him, and honestly, I really like the messiness of it. I constantly wanted my fingers in his hair. The stubble though is what sets his look apart. When I had met him, he was clean shaven and groomed, and now thick, black hairs were making an appearance at his chin, all the way up to his side burns and below his nose.

He looked like a God.

"Will you let me?" He asks, tentatively, as if he's unsure whether or not it's going to run me off.

I turn over so that I'm no longer craning my neck to look up at Tyler. Instead, I sit up, yet I keep my body hovered over top of his, our faces inches away. I don't say anything to Tyler with my voice, just nodding to answer his question.

"God, you don't know what you do to me," he groaned.

Tyler leans forward and closes the gap between our faces. My hands go to cup his face, loving the way the hairs on his face felt against the palms of my hand. My tongue caressed his lips and I smiled against them when a groan escaped.

Our position didn't last long before Tyler had pushed me down on the bed and took position over top of me, taking over the kiss soon after.

He had complete control over me and I loved it.

Tyler's mouth never left mine as his hand roamed around my body. The feeling of his rough hands on my smooth skin had my mind in a whirl. He pulled his hands out from under the shirt I was wearing and pulled the thin material off me, leaving my completely bare besides the panties I was wearing.

His hands cupped my breasts and then moved down my stomach, to my hips, and finally between my legs. No matter where his hands went, his lips never left mine. His finger rubbed exactly where I needed him to rub, the only barrier in the way was the fabric of the underwear I was wearing.

Tyler's body is pulled away from mine and i instantly miss his touch. I watch as he hops off the bed and pulls off the shirt he was wearing. I was surprised to see the black ink covering the majority of his left arm. It may be dim with the lights off right now, but it wasn't hard to see that he had some extensive artwork on his arm.

I watched as he turned away from me and when to the chested drawers on the other side of the room. I bite my lip when I see the foil pack between his hands, knowing exactly where this was going.

I could still say no.

Tyler crawls back on top of me and it wasn't long before the rest of our clothes were taken off and tossed to the side. I was completely bare as was he.

How could anyone say no to this man?

I couldn't keep my hands off his body. I was never able to touch him like this since he was always wearing clothes. Hell, I never even knew he had tattoos until just now. His body was toned and I could tell that he definitely worked out or had a labor intensive job or something of the sort. Whatever he did, he was good at it.

"Keep your eyes on me, babe," he says.

I look up at his face, the light coming in from the window hitting it perfectly. His eyes were on me as well, the amount of lust in them was nearly enough to make me come undone right then and their.

I hear the condom package rip and the scraps are thrown on the bed beside of us.

I wanted him to have all of me. Any way he wanted me, he could have me. With that thought still left in my mind, I feel Tyler enter me.

It had been a while since I had been with anyone. After my breakup with Ryan, I couldn't even fathom giving myself to anyone like that. The full feeling Tyler was giving me was enough to make me lose my breath as my fingers dug into his back.

He still hasn't moved yet, most likely noticing the state my body and mind were in. I wasn't a virgin, but I sure as hell was acting like one.

"You okay?" Tyler asks. His fingers trailed along my face and his eyes stayed locked down on me. His concern for me had me swooning.

I nod, not sure if I could even get words to leave my mouth right now. He nodded and leaned down, pressing a kiss to my lips. He then started to move on me, almost painfully slow. As he moved, the pain and pressure I had been feeling was slowly being replaced with pleasure and my breathing started to become loud and heavy.

Tyler started to move in and out faster, groaning as he became consumed with his own pleasure. His face was beside mine and he was pretty much on top of me, but that didn't change anything in how either of us were feeling.

All I could do was wrap my legs around him as his thrusts became more wild and frantic. My fingernails trailed down his back and I hoped I hadn't hurt him.

In a haze of pleasure, Tyler had me a moaning mess beneath him. He swallowed them with his mouth as his lips met mine once again. This time he licked my bottom lip and pulled into his mouth, nearly making me come undone on the spot.

Tyler moved his lips down my jaw and to my neck, never stopping the thrusts as he does so. His mouth sucked hard and the grip he had on my hip tightened as I came apart.

"Fuck," he grunted along with his deep thrusts. I felt him move with one more deep thrust before he hits his own release, his body collapsing on top of me as he finishes.

A/N: just letting y'all know i hate writing sex scenes bc im awkward as hell. pls enjoy and remember to comment and vote!!