Rebel Rook: An Everyday Heroes World Novel (The Everyday Heroes World)

by Ren Alexander

  We stare at each other, naked, on my bed, with a condom hanging from my limp dick like a deflated party balloon, only without the party. Beyond my bedroom window, I hear the parking lot of the pizza place, still alive with business this late. I suppose if I were a senior in college like Audrey is now, I would be out this late, too.

  Motherfucking Audrey.

  When Talia shifts toward me, she settles on her knees in front of my crossed legs. At least she hasn’t left yet. Her gaze drops between my legs, seeing my situation. Biting her lip, she whispers, “You’re a cop.”

  I smirk, confused. “Okay. And?”

  “This is a huge deal for me. I don’t take this lightly, and I don’t want you to, either.”

  “I don’t, and I won’t.”

  Talia straightens, making her tits within my grasp, almost like she’s offering them to me. Her nipples taunt me, and my mouth waters. I openly stare as her breath quickens. She then puts her hand on my knee and slides it up my thigh, making my dick painfully harden, which I dread. I can’t handle another reversal.

  As her hand slides closer, I grab it, stopping her. Truthfully, I say, “Talia, I can’t keep doing this. It’s physically killing me. If you’re not ready or you think you’ll stop again, just please don’t.”

  Chapter 18

  Natalia

  I swallow my nerves as I gently but urgently persuade his dick to harden, which doesn’t take much doing on my part. Our intermingled breathing escalates until we’re panting. His hand clutches my right breast, and his thumb flicks over my nipple, making me wet again, but this time it hurts like hell.

  Between pants, he moans, “I can’t do this. I need to come. I’m sorry, but I do.”

  Holding his stiff cock, I adjust the condom, so it’s in place, and I kiss his lips. Stealing all the courage I can muster for many lifetimes over, I dig my other hand into his hair and end our kiss, whispering, “I want you.”

  He licks his lips and his hand goes to my hip, squeezing his fingers into my skin when he whispers, “Are you sure?”

  My mouth is dry, but I admit, “More than anything.”

  Dylan’s hands go to my face, and my heart misses a beat. Without overthinking it, I kiss him first. Our tongues wage war, and it ignites me. Not leaving his lips, I move to sit on his legs, wrapping mine around him. His cock lays against my pussy, and I rock my hips to stroke him with it.

  Dylan’s fingers grip my upper arms, painfully on the edge, and he whispers, “I want to make you come.” That strikes me since I’m the one who keeps leaving him hanging.

  “How about I make you come first.”

  “Talia—”

  I kiss his lips and lift myself, gripping his cock to make sure the condom stays on, and then ease onto him. Dylan stammers, “Fuck, you feel so good.” His right hand goes to my back, and his left covers my breast. Our lips meet, and our kiss heats us. Unable to move much in this position, I push on his chest, and he falls back. I shift to kneel over him without interrupting our kiss or our connection. On top of him, I have leverage and move my hips with his as our kiss intensifies.

  Dylan’s hands drop to my ass, and he holds me to his hips, digging his cock deeper. I moan over his lips, and he does it again, making me cry out. As his hands roam over my body, touching my ass, my hips, my arms, and my face, he kisses me and groans as I grind him harder.

  I kiss him and then sit up, looking down at him as I ride him. Reaching beneath me, I grip his cock to make sure the condom is still there like it’ll disappear. And when I do, Dylan pants. I know I’ve put him through hell the past couple of times, so I fuck him faster, taking him deep and then going to his tip.

  He moans, grabbing my hips to slow me, so I come first, but I don’t let him. I grip his hands on my hips, prying them off, but lace our fingers as I go at my own pace. I’ve never fucked a guy on top, and it’s a whole new world.

  Dylan says, “Talia, this is better than I imagined.” He regains control of my hips and raises his faster, hitting just the right spot as, ruining the endeavor to make him come first. My attempt to get him off first backfires as pull flutters begin deep in my pussy, warning me I’m about to explode. I close my eyes and moan, conflicted. Do I to slow down or give in and experience my first orgasm with a man.

  Noticing I’m struggling, Dylan says, “I know you want to come. I’m so fucking deep inside you. There’s nobody else I want. I love splitting you open with my dick.”

  Fight fire with fire, I say, “The first day I met you, I wanted to lift my skirt and fuck you in the storage room. Or give you a blow job and let you come on my tits.”

  “Oh, fuck,” he groans, reaches behind him, and I feel his balls tighten. Smiling, I take him deeper and rock back and forth, giving the head of his cock more friction.

  “We can do that. I’ll serve people with your cum dripping from my breasts. Or from my mouth.”

  Dylan grabs my ass and thrusts his hips faster. “Talia, I’m about to come. Shit. Please let me.”

  Taking in a deep breath, having reached this moment, I counter his thrusts as my orgasm speeds up. I open my legs more, and we’re liquid fire. “I’m here, Dylan.”

  He closes his eyes, and his groans become growls. “Jesus Christ, Talia. I’m coming.” And when he does, I feel his warmth fill the condom inside me. I ride his orgasm, which sets off mine.

  As I go faster, I whimper, “You’re making me come.”

  “You’re safe with me, Talia. You can trust me. Forever.”

  “Oh, God! Dylan, shit!” The ripples I often have with my vibrator aren’t worth a damn compared to these tidal waves drowning me. Stumbling for words, most of what I say is incoherent as I appreciate every inch of him sparking new sensations within me. Everywhere.

  Our moans fill his bedroom, but we inevitably slow, and then I fall on top of his chest. I’m struck with giggles, which I’ve never done during sex, either.

  “What?” he breathlessly asks, sweeping my scattered hair from my forehead.

  I shake my head against him and admit, “I want to be with you.”

  I hear his grin, which makes me smile more. “We are.”

  “I mean, with you. Us.”

  Dylan laughs, shaking me. “Really? You’re okay with it?”

  I push myself up to look down at his face. I push away my fear and say, “Enough. It’ll always buzz in my head, but I want you more.”

  “What do we do about Taggart? Personally, I don’t give a shit what she says. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want. Still, she does have the power to kill my career. I don’t know what I’d do then.”

  “Do you even like your job?”

  Without hesitation, he says, “I love it. I mean, yeah, it can be a pain in the ass.” Dylan rolls his eyes. “I laughed when my brother-in-law, Ricky, suggested this career path. But I found I like keeping people safe and maybe even making a difference in this sometimes shitty world. If I can help one person, then it’s worth it.”

  “I love that answer. I’ve never heard your job described that way.”

  “You probably didn’t ask the right person. Hell, hasn’t Taggart ever given you a decent answer?”

  “I’ve never asked her. I guess I don’t consider her to be a police officer, as crazy as that sounds.”

  “I don’t consider her human most mornings.”

  “She’ll blame me for disrupting your training. I don’t want her mistreating you because of…us.” I smile, which makes him smile. Then I tease, “But maybe you should tell your girlfriend.”

  His forehead wrinkles and, he says, “She already knows.”

  I shriek, “Who is it? Oh, my God!” But before I go off the rails, he laughs, and I stop.

  “It’s you, Talia.”

  Dazed from it all, I stammer, “Oh. Uh…I guess that is me.”

  “Who’d you mean?”

  “I was going to say Verna.”

  Now it’s his turn to frown and nearly shriek, “Are you fucking serious? She wouldn’t k
eep her hands off me. If I’d have let her, she would’ve fucked me at the table.”

  I mutter, “And I would’ve slammed her head onto it.”

  “Trust me. Grant had to stop me from doing that to Tristan a couple times. He was all over you.”

  “He wasn’t.”

  “He was. You were my woman even then. My everything.”

  Still straddling him and laying on his chest, my eyes widen and fill with tears. I’m surprised this avowal affects me more than the girlfriend status. “No one has ever said that to me.”

  “I mean it. I won’t let anyone come between us.” He winces as he shifts beneath me. “You got to move unless you want a baby to come between us.”

  “Oh. Right.” I shift onto the bed, and Dylan gets up to remove the condom, now filled with what I had denied him twice.

  When he returns to the bed, he notices me staring into space and asks, “What’re you thinking about?”

  I shrug. I feel weird admitting it, but I confess when his eyes implore me, “I never thought about having a family before. Have you?”

  He hesitates, then says, “Yeah. I thought about it here and there.” Dylan’s brow furrows, and he looks to the bed. “And now you want that?”

  I look away from him. “I’ve never wanted or trusted anyone enough to have that, so I don’t know.”

  His blue eyes find mine in the dark. “You can trust me, Talia.” I nod but can’t respond. “Stay with me tonight. I got to leave early, though, for work.”

  Again, I nod. “I’ll leave when you do since I’ll need to shower and change.”

  “We can always shower together here.”

  “You go ahead. I don’t have my things, so I’ll wait until morning.”

  Dylan kisses me and then gets up to collect his things. When he leaves the room, I stare up at the ceiling. We finally had sex, and we came together. Holy fuck. I think…He’s a cop. I still have to tread carefully.

  Still staring at the dark ceiling and listening to the parking lot noises, I wonder how in the fuck this has happened to me. And how in the hell this doesn’t blow up in my face.

  Chapter 19

  Zipping my jeans, I pick up my phone and check my messages. There’s one from Jordan and one from Ricky, who I haven’t talked to in what feels like ages. At least there are no more from Audrey. It’s an hour or so from sunrise, so the room is dark, except for my phone. Setting it down for the moment, I walk over to the other side of the bed where Natalia Welch sleeps in one of my T-shirts. With her hair draped over the pillow, she looks peaceful.

  Bending, I kiss her cheek and whisper, “It’s time to get up, Sleeping Beauty.” She moans, and I’m instantly transported to last night. Fuck. That was the best night of my life, so far and by far.

  I kiss her cheek again and then travel to her ear, kissing below it and then her neck. She groggily whispers, “Dylan.”

  Near her ear, I whisper, “Did you get much sleep?”

  “No. I’ve been up most of the night. I even got up to brush my teeth an hour ago. I think I’m just…happy.”

  I smile against her neck. “Sorry about that.”

  Talia giggles and puts her arms around my waist as she looks up at me, hovering over her. “Are you leaving to arrest bad people today?”

  I shrug. “Not usually. Mostly I write tickets and reports. Kind of a letdown.”

  She smiles. “But you’re keeping everyone safe.”

  “I try, but I only worry about you.”

  I kiss her growing smile, but I have difficulty stopping since she returns it with unexpected passion. Her hands go to my pants, unbuttons the tab, and pulls down the zipper. I ask, “What are you doing? I have to leave.”

  Dragging down the waistband of my jeans and underwear, Talia hauls me closer to her, and when her mouth encloses my hardening dick, I gasp, “Fuck.”

  She licks fast, but I grow faster. Between long licks, she says, “Choke me with your cock.”

  Panting, I ask, “What?” She picks up my right hand and places it on the back of her head, and with her hand on top of it, she presses, indicating she wants me to push. “I don’t think…”

  She releases my hand and moves closer to me with my dick still in her mouth and grabbing my ass, she forces me to thrust into her mouth until she gags. What the hell?

  I pull out. “What’re you doing?”

  “Don’t you like it?”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Her hands return to my ass, and she again pulls, and I glide into her mouth, going as far as possible. I unwillingly moan as she gags more. She removes me from her mouth, and gasping for air, she says, “Tell me how much you want to come down my throat.”

  “Talia.”

  She looks up at me. “You’re not hurting me.” She then blinks with a shaky frown. “I want to make you feel good before work. I…I want to trust you won’t hurt me.”

  Talia again swallows my dick, rolling her tongue all over. Her hands go to my ass, and when I grab the back of her head, her mouth weakens my knees and shattering my uncertainty. I jam my dick further, surprising Talia, who moans through her gag. Catching her breath, she closes her eyes and resumes. I watch her suck my dick and relax more, allowing her to lick and suck before I ram into her mouth, which she enjoys.

  As Talia works faster, I say, “You’re good at this.” Not that I’m an expert on the subject.

  Licking around the tip, Talia says, “A cop at my mercy. I hope this gets me out of a speeding ticket.” She giggles, but before I protest her teasing, she does every fucking thing right, all at the same time.

  Unsure what she wants me to do, I warn, “I’m coming.”

  She grips my ass to firmly hold me to her, and too late to stop the rush, my head drops back as I groan loudly to the ceiling. Talia moans as my dick jerks in her mouth, and she doesn’t stop sucking me until I’m empty.

  With the sound of my rapid breaths over her, she finally pulls me out of her mouth. Her gaze falls to the bed, avoiding mine. “I don’t have words for that.” Audrey never gave me a blow job like that. Talia’s was a master class.

  Licking her lips, it’s an anxious move. “You don’t have to say anything. I wanted to return the favor.”

  “Favor?” I hate that word now.

  She shifts with a frown, still avoiding eye contact. “Maybe that was the wrong word. I wanted to do it.” I stare at the side of her head, and she nods before her brown eyes meet mine. “I promise.”

  I smirk. “Uh, thanks. But thanking you isn’t enough.”

  “It is.”

  I kiss her forehead and then stand to zip up my jeans and check the clock on the nightstand. Shit. I’m so late. But it’s worth it.

  Talia says, “Please don’t tell Lynn about this.”

  “I wasn’t going to.”

  “I want you to succeed. Don’t give her a reason to fail.”

  “You don’t think I can pass on my own merit?” Please don’t doubt me like Audrey.

  “Of course, but don’t give her a reason to fail you. Our relationship could be…This is your livelihood, Dylan. If we’re still…after training, then we’ll tell her.”

  My scowl deepens, and I bend close to her face. “This isn’t a spring fling or whatever.”

  “For now. But things change.”

  “For the better. I want to give you so much.”

  “I don’t need anything.”

  Really needing to leave before Taggart fails me for tardiness, I kiss Talia’s lips and am glad I don’t taste myself. “We’ll talk later. Just lock up when you leave. I’ll see you at lunch.”

  “Okay.” I kiss her again and grabbing my phone, I rush out the door.

  Arriving at work, my phone buzzes as I exit my car. A picture of Talia blowing me a kiss pops up. I suppose she could’ve taken a picture of her blowing something else. I grin as I open the next text.

  Audrey.

  “Fuck,” I mutter as I open it. “Good morning. I’m moving into a
new apartment. I want you to see it. I have a spare bedroom where you can sleep. Or not. Please don’t be mad at me still. We need to talk in person. I know you’ll see your parents sometime. Please? I’ll buy your plane ticket. Just say when.”

  Returning my phone to my pocket, I enter the building to an uncertain punishment. Still worth it. Holy fuck.

  Chapter 20

  “And the Angels take the field.”

  “Say what?”

  “Officer McGrath, you can’t afford the rent for that castle in Spain.”

  “Castle? I’ve never been to Spain.”

  Taggart slams her pen onto her notepad and purses her lips. “It’s a figure of speech. Look it up. Ever since strolling into the precinct thirty-four minutes late and missing briefing, you’ve been out to an early lunch with a foolish grin on your face. Either your date went better than expected, or you’ve raided Narcotics.”

  Dropping the grin temporarily, I match her dour expression. “Just having a good morning. Jeez.”

  “Refrain from sharing the details about your sordid antics.”

  “Done.”

  Exiting the patrol car, I realize Taggart is right. I can’t wipe the grin off my face, but a hot girlfriend and a stellar good morning blow job will do that to a guy.

  Upon entering, Doris descends upon us from her podium with melodramatic panic as she clasps her hands. “Lynn, I have a suspicious incident to report.”

  I smirk. “Another garden gnome resembling Stalin?”

  She squints her milky blue eyes. “Officer, I am speaking to your supervisor. Take your seat.”

  Still in a good mood, I laugh, shaking my head as Taggart shoots lasers at me. Going to our usual table, I look for Talia but only see Marilou, whose smile tells me she knows, which is unexpected. Talia and I agreed not to tell anyone. When I sit and adjust my radio volume, a throat clears above me. Looking up, Marilou hangs over the partial wall above my table.

  “Good morning, Dylan. And how are you?” She flutters her eyelashes with the same unmistakable grin.

  “Uh, I’m doing well. What’s with you?”