Daddy’s Girl – C18

A/N: Thank you to Honeymoon Edward and LizziePaige for pre-reading, and Midnight Cougar for working your magic.

Age tracker for this chapter: Emmett (50), Lily (19), Edward (48), Bella (46)

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. I’m just here having fun.

-DG-

(EmPOV)

C18 – Happy 19th Birthday, Lily

My watch beeps with a reminder. “Guys, I’ve got to go.”

“Emmett, you just got here. It’s still early,” Marcus complains, and points toward the television screens. “You’ll miss the rest of the game.”

“I didn’t just get here. It’s been two hours. Sorry for being late, but I was working at the office and lost track of time.”

“On a Sunday? Man, you can do better than that. I thought you were the boss.”

“No matter what my title is, the work still needs to get done—one of the joys of owning your own business. I said I only had time for one drink and I’ve had two or was it three? Whatever. I’ve got to get home to call Lily. She should wake up soon, and I want to be the first to wish her ‘happy birthday’ before she has to go to class.”

“Where is she?” Scott asks, refilling everyone’s glass but mine.

“Paris. It’s a nine-hour time difference.” I check my watch and realize I need to hurry if I plan to catch Lily.

“Can’t you use your phone? Then you can stay longer,” Steve suggests.

“It’s dead, and I don’t have my charger cord. My laptop is at home, which is how I plan to Facetime her.”

“What if I came with you?” The brunette on my lap offers, then goes back to nibbling and kissing my neck. She whispers in my ear, “We can have fun after your call.”

Fuck. Her lips are convincing as her ass wiggles against my dick.

“What’s your name again?” I pull back, looking over her long, dark hair and blue eyes.

“Carmen.”

I should be able to remember that one.

“And Em…” She lowers her voice. “I’m not wearing any panties.”

Double fuck.

“Okay, Carmen. Grab your stuff. Let’s go.” I push her up and off my lap.

“Later, guys.” I wave, reaching for Carmen’s hand.

“That a boy, Emmett! James would be proud.” Marcus claps as I lead her from the VIP section and down the stairs.

We exit the bar, and I pull her toward my newest toy—a bright red Ferrari. Its twin-turbo engine can go from zero to sixty miles per hour in three seconds. For me, it was love at first sight and a key toward healing my broken heart. I finally found a way to turn the engagement ring I bought Rosalie all those years ago into something fun. Out with the old and in with the new. I have a new love—speed. There’s nothing like the power at my fingertips when I’m able to drive on the open road, pushing my new love to her limits.

With Lily away in France, I decided it was time to be a little selfish and celebrate my own upcoming birthday of fifty years. The only thing better than driving this sexy piece of modern machinery is sex. But I deserve it, and the ladies like it too.

“This is your car, Em?” Carmen lightly drags a fingertip along the side.

“Yes.” I hold the passenger door open and enjoy watching her long shapely legs tuck inside.

She smiles. “How long have you had it?”

“Almost a month.” I shut her door and walk around to the driver’s side.

I slip into my seat, fasten my seatbelt, and start up the engine. Entering the freeway, I notice traffic is light and realize we should be home in no time for this late at night.

“Maybe we should break it in?” She reaches over, stroking my crotch.

I chuckle, because I’ve already broken in this car multiple times in the past month, just not with her. But I’m okay with letting her think it’s a new idea.

“What did you have in mind?”

Carmen wastes no time pulling my dick from my pants, and I can’t stop the moan that rumbles from deep in my chest when she sucks the head of my cock then my entire length into her warm, wet mouth.

While driving is a challenge, I’m an expert at multitasking, but Carmen skillfully pushes me to the edge, and I realize this will be over sooner than I thought.

I can’t stop the waves of pleasure rushing through me, as my balls tighten when Carmen picks up the pace, bobbing up and down in my lap. My hips tilt up, and I hold her head in place then release down her throat. She sputters but swallows my load as blue and red lights fill my rearview mirror. The reality of a traffic stop is like a bucket of ice cold water on our fun.

“Fuck, Carmen. Sit up. We’ve got company.” I glance in her direction. “You okay?”

She pulls away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, then clears her throat. “I’m good.”

“Can you fix my pants?” I ask, as I pull to the side of the road.

Carmen tucks my cock back inside then zips and refastens my pants.

I can’t keep the grin off my face and lean over, kissing her on the cheek. “Shit. That was good. What a time to get pulled over, huh? I hope this is quick because I can’t wait to get you home.”

She giggles and tugs on her skirt, which gives me an eyeful of her barely covered naked pussy, as an officer approaches my side of the car.

I lower my window. “Good evening, officer.”

“License, registration, and proof of insurance.” The female voice demands while her flashlight beams in my face, illuminating inside the car.

I remove my driver’s license from my wallet, then grab the registration and insurance card from the glove compartment. “Here you go.”

She looks over the items then trains her flashlight back on me. “Do you know why I stopped you this evening?”

“No.” I turn away as the light is too bright for my already strained eyes.

“Have you been drinking this evening?” she prods, as her flashlight dances over to Carmen.

I’ve still got my wits about me despite my relaxed state, which I’m positive won’t win over this officer at what I’m about to say. “I’m sorry, but someone has advised me not answer your questions.”

My eyes flick toward my rearview mirror when a shadow passes in front of the headlights behind me, and I suspect her partner is about to join us.

“I pulled you over for speeding and erratic driving.” She nods and backs away from the door. “Step out of the car, please.”

She hands my license, registration, and insurance card to the other officer.

I’m not about to offer any information as to what Carmen was doing before being pulled over, which would add indecency charges to my growing list of offences, but I suspect this officer is trying to stick me with a driving under the influence charge. If that’s the case, I’ll need my phone call, and my night with Carmen will be over.

“Stand over here facing me. I will be administering your first test. Follow my pen with your eyes.”

I briefly glance in her direction noticing her height, which is taller than most women, and what looks like red hair in these poorly lit conditions. Even in the darkness, I can tell she’s lean and fit with her uniform tailored perfectly to her body. I try, unsuccessfully, to silence a chuckle, but I’ve got more bad news for her.

“I refuse to take the field sobriety tests.” Staring forward, not giving her what she needs to build a case against me, I take a few deep breaths trying to remain relaxed and non-threatening. I’m not interested in this stop going south and being at the other end of her Taser.

She huffs in frustration. “Mr. Cullen, it is in your best interest to take part in these tests.”

My best interest. What a joke. I know better. Most people can’t pass these tests sober. My lawyer has advised me long ago not to participate if I’m ever stopped, no matter how much I’ve been drinking.

The officer sighs at my non-compliance, but moves on to the next test giving me directions I won’t need. “Please walk in a straight line, heel-to-toe for nine steps then turn and walk the same fashion in the opposite direction.”

I refuse to budge from my spot, knowing these tests are subjective observations the officer is using to determine how to charge me. Any bobble or waver in my balance won’t work in my favor.

She continues, pushing me to take part in another test. “Please, lift your foot six inches off the ground and point your toe. Keep your arms at your side and look at your foot. You need to hold your foot up for thirty seconds. I’ll time you.”

When I fail to move from my spot, the officer reaches past me, taking something from the other officer then presents me with a handheld breath device.

An easy smile spreads across my face and I inform her of my intentions. “I refuse to take the breath test.”

She shakes her head. “Why are you making this more difficult for yourself? Do you realize by refusing, your license will be suspended immediately?”

I know better than to answer any of her questions; my lawyer has said the roadside breath test is inaccurate. It’s better to submit to the chemical test at the station and choose the breath test over the blood test, as he can still argue its inaccuracies.

“It looks like you will be getting a ride down to the station, Mr. Cullen. Place your hands on the trunk.” She points toward the rear of my car.

I do as instructed then the officer walks back to speak with Carmen. “Ma’am, have you been drinking?”

“No.”

I’m not sure if Carmen’s telling the truth, since I didn’t see her drinking this evening, but there’s the possibility she’s on something else. It isn’t recommended to lie to officers, but I appreciate her concise answer. I hope she doesn’t expand on anything at their prompting.

“My partner called for another car to come pick you up and take you wherever you need to go. Mr. Cullen is going with us down to the station.”

“Okay.”

The officer returns and pulls out her handcuffs, fastening them to my wrists. “Mr. Cullen, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“A flatbed recovery vehicle should arrive shortly to remove your car from the side of the road, as it will be impounded indefinitely.”

Those fuckers better not leave a scratch on my new car.

The officer walks me to the rear of the police cruiser and opens the back door, guiding me inside, as another squad car arrives, pulling in front of the Ferrari.

“I didn’t get your name,” I ask once I’m seated, as I suspect my lawyer will ask me the names of the arresting officers. He has a lot of connections for situations like this one, and I’m smart enough to pay for those.

“It’s Officer Denali and my partner is Officer Cheney.” She reaches over, buckling my seatbelt in place.

I’m momentarily distracted by her incredible scent, then I glance toward the front seat where her partner has rejoined us.

He turns, looking back over his shoulder, giving me a nod. “Nice car.”

I jerk my head in his direction, trying to hold on to my right to silence. It’s difficult when I’m more curious than I should be about my arresting officer, and it isn’t Officer Cheney.

It’s a short trip to the station where I’m informed I will need to submit to either a breath or blood test. I finally choose the breath test, but can’t tell from Officer Denali’s reaction if my results are good or bad. My photo is taken and I’m fingerprinted then taken to a cell.

I step inside the dirty, cramped space, which holds a bunk bed and a toilet. “When will I get to make a phone call?”

Officer Denali slams the door shut. “Patience, Mr. Cullen. You’ve created a lot of paperwork for us. I’ll let you know.”

I take a seat on the nasty-looking mattress and wait. Unfortunately, with this evening’s turn of events, I know I’ve missed being the first to wish Lily “happy birthday,” but once business hours start, I hope I’ll be home by afternoon at the latest. Lily is probably in class now, and I’ve got to figure out my next steps for getting out of here.

I have no idea how much time passes before Officer Denali returns; I had nodded off for what could be minutes or hours.

“Mr. Cullen, come with me.” She produces a key and unlocks my cell.

“No cuffs this time?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

She chuckles then smirks. “It figures. You probably liked wearing those.”

“I’ll never tell.” I wink.

She leads me to an office area where I point toward a table.

“What’s with the party decorations and cake?”

“I’m retiring. Twenty-five years on the force.”

I follow her to a desk in the middle of the room where she waves at an empty chair.

“Take a seat.”

“You look too young to be retiring from anything.” I hope she’ll appreciate my compliment.

She only smirks. “I joined as a babe.”

I eye her carefully, noticing how pretty she is out here in the light, and try to turn on the charm. “Maybe you can help me with something I’ve been trying to figure out. Are you the ‘good cop’ or the ‘bad cop’?”

She grins and shuffles through a stack of papers without answering my question. “Your driver’s license has been automatically suspended due to your refusal of the field tests and roadside breathalyzer, even though we got a reading here. You have twenty days to request an administrative hearing for reinstating your license. Here is the summons with your court date. You’re being charged with a misdemeanor DUI, but even without a phone call, you have someone who has shown up to see you home. You must have special connections.”

“Who?” I look around not recognizing anyone nearby.

“He’s waiting out in the lobby. I need several signatures from you then you are free to go.” She offers me a pen.

“No bail hearing? I thought I would be here until late morning or afternoon.” I sign the papers, then Officer Denali hands me a large envelope with my personal items.

She shakes her head. “As a first-time offender, you’re being granted something called ‘own recognizance’ release, which means no bail money needs to be paid or bond posted. This page here is you promising in writing to appear. You get to keep your money in your wallet for now. But don’t worry, if you are convicted, there will be plenty of fines and fees for you to pay, plus time to serve. Mr. Cullen, take my advice—don’t go on any trips and stay in the area. If you fail to appear, they will issue an arrest warrant.”

“I think that’s just fancy talk that you will miss me. You have to admit, I’ve been a model prisoner. Maybe we should have coffee together some time? Or doughnuts?” I chuckle, playing into the stereotype.

“Do I look like I eat doughnuts?” She shakes her head as we both stand. “Never mind. I’ll see you in court, Mr. Cullen. Bring your lawyer.”

I grin, pocketing my wallet and phone then shake her hand. “It’s a date.”

I walk toward the main entrance, but she stops me before I get to the door.

“And Emmett? I’m the bad cop. Today, you got lucky.” She grins then returns to her desk.

With her use of my first name, I know I’ve made more progress with her than I originally thought possible. I’m not buying her bad cop claim. She’s interested, which could be fun, as I’ve never dated a cop. After a final glance in her direction, I push open the door with a huge smile on my face, finding Edward waiting on the other side. “Hey.”

“Emmett,” he says, but his expression changes from relief to confusion. “You okay? Why are you so happy?”

I wave off his concern, but I’m already looking forward to the next time I see Officer Denali. “I’m fine. How did you find out?”

“Marcus called me. Somebody else was with you in the car?”

I nod. “A woman—Carmen somebody. I don’t know her last name.”

“Apparently, she went back to the bar where you were hanging out and found Marcus, telling him what happened. He called his brother then me. Is it a DUI charge?”

“Yeah. They didn’t let me call Aro, but I followed his advice from years ago, when he was telling me about how no one sober can pass those tests.”

Edward jerks his head toward the exit. “Good call. Let’s get out of here.”

I continue once we’re outside the station. “I refused the tests, which means they suspended my license, but I knew that would happen. I waited until they brought me here to do the breath test. Aro said to drag out the time as long as I could and he would work out the rest. My paperwork says I blew a 0.075%. Even though it’s under the legal limit of 0.08%, they are charging me.”

“Aro will fix it.”

“I hope so. Impound doesn’t open for another five hours, but maybe you can help me get my Ferrari back home later today?”

Edward pats me on the back and points in the direction of his vehicle. “Trust me brother, I wouldn’t miss a chance to drive your car.”

I open the door, climbing into the passenger seat as he slides into the driver’s side.

“Of course you wouldn’t. I was trying to get home to call Lily for her birthday, but I got tied up with Marcus and the gang. We had a few drinks then there were girls.”

Edward pauses, looking me over. “You think you should be hanging out with them again?”

I shrug. “They’re much tamer than they used to be, and James is out of the picture on the other side of the country. Anyway, I finally get out of there with Carmen, and the woman can’t keep her mouth to herself. Driving wasn’t easy, and I got pulled over for speeding and erratic driving. Then they kept fishing for the DUI charge. Thank goodness I didn’t perform any of their tests. It’s hard to beat the dash video when it gets played in court.”

He backs out of the parking spot and pulls onto the road. “All of this because of a blowjob?”

“Edward, it was a good one.” I look out the window into the darkness as most of Seattle sleeps.

“When was the last time you saw Dr. Federov?” he asks out of the blue.

“Irina? I don’t know. A while.”

“Maybe it’s time to get back to your regular appointments? I think you should call her.”

I sigh, not wanting to start those sessions again, as the last few she was pushing for me to consider medication for my depression. I balked at the idea and cancelled my standing appointment, thinking maybe the days of needing to talk with Irina were over. “All I know is I need to call Lily before the day over there gets away from me.”

“And Aro. You need to call him too. Let’s get you home, then we’ll come back later for your car.”

“Thanks, man, for helping me out. I hope Bella’s not upset about you leaving in the middle of the night to come down here.”

“Emmett, it’s what I do, and she understands.”