Date with the Detective (Phoenix Police Book 3)

by Liv Brooks

  “Please,” I whimper, meeting his darker eyes with mine.

  He stares at me for a second, then grabs my wrist and pulls me after him. He pushes open one of the doors, pulling me inside his bedroom. Then he lets go of my wrist and sits on the edge of the bed, staring at me with hungry eyes. “Strip.”

  My first reaction is to hesitate, to be self-conscious, but with the way he’s looking at me, I’ve never felt sexier. I’ve never stripped for anyone before. I don’t know how to be sexy. I’ve just always been me.

  Pulling on a confidence I didn’t know I had, I reach down and grab the hem of my shirt, starting to pull it over my head. I arch my back, aware I’m not the sexiest in a plain white bra, but having sex with him wasn’t exactly on my agenda when I woke up this morning and beggars can’t be choosers.

  His hungry eyes shift to my chest, and he groans low in his throat, like I’m driving him crazy. “Bra.”

  I’ve never been wetter than I am right now, with his eyes on me and my clothes coming off at his command. I’ve never liked being told what to do before, but he could tell me to do anything and I would, just to keep him looking at me like that.

  I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting the cups fall forward as I pull it off.

  His eyes are locked on my breasts, and he’s gripping the edge of the bed so tightly his knuckles are white. “You can touch,” I say, trying to sound teasing but mostly sounding breathless.

  “Not yet,” he says, sounding more in control.

  “You’re killing me,” I mutter, trying not to sound like I’m whining. Part of me is turned on by his restraint, but the rest of me wants him to grab me, throw me down, and take me until I can’t see straight.

  “Pants next.”

  I slide the zipper down, letting my hips move as if there’s music playing in my head. His gaze is skimming my body like he can’t get enough of it, and I want to squeeze my thighs together to get some relief. I’ve never been this turned on.

  “Grab your panties, too,” he commands.

  I stare at him, wanting to hesitate. But I don’t. Instead I hook my thumbs in the hem of my panties as well as my jeans and start pulling them down at the same time. The wet fabric wants to stick to my slick, pulsing lips, but with a tug it pulls away. The cool air against the most sensitive parts of me makes me shiver.

  When my jeans are all the way off, clothes to the side, I stand there, letting him look me over. The sheer hunger in his gaze is making me hornier, which means I’m dying just standing here while he doesn’t touch me.

  “Your turn,” I say, putting a hand on my hip.

  He makes a distracted noise, like all of his focus is on me and not what I’m saying. Then he stands and heads over to me, standing in front of me. He reaches up to cup one of my breasts, his thumb smoothing over the nipple as warmth pulses between my legs and I moan. I never thought something so simple could feel so good, but if he’s not careful, I could come from this alone.

  It’s crazy, what he does to me.

  “Take your clothes off,” I say impatiently, tugging at his shirt.

  He ignores me, instead pulling me towards the bed by a wrist and waiting until I sit down. Then he drops to his knees, his gaze locked between my thighs. “Spread your legs.”

  “Mason—“

  His eyes lift up to meet mine, and there’s no argument there. I swallow, nerves making my heart race out of my chest, before I start parting my legs until he can see all of me. It’s still not fair he’s got clothes on, but I can deal with that later. Right now, all I want is some relief.

  His hands start on my knees and slide their way up my inner thighs, the gentle movement sending sparks across my skin. He leans forward and blows cool air on my throbbing pussy, making my hips jerk even as I try not to.

  “So perfect,” he mutters, leaning closer and closer until I can feel his breath right above my mound.

  6

  Mason

  After years of not being able to have her, she’s mine to do anything with and I’m not sure where to start. But getting a taste of her sweet, pink pussy has always been top of my list.

  “Thanks,” Nicki murmurs, and the smile on her face is somewhat self-conscious. My eyes flicker up to hers before going back down to her core. Maybe if she won’t believe when I say it, she’ll believe when I show her.

  I move forward until my mouth is on her center, tongue circling her clit as her hips jerk underneath me. She’s whimpering, her hand finding its way to my hair without instructions. Her wetness is like the sweetest honey, coating my face in her juices.

  “You’re so wet,” I say between strokes of my tongue, dipping inside her tight hole. Who would have thought she was a virgin? The thought makes my cock throb from where it’s currently contained in my jeans.

  “It’s you,” she says softly, like it’s a secret. “Only for you.”

  I busy myself between her legs, my tongue everywhere as I slide the tip of a finger inside her. She’s impossibly tight, and I moan at the thought of her clenching around my cock, coming on me.

  “Oh God,” she whispers, her head falling back as she grabs my head tighter and rides out her orgasm on my face. I lap up everything, not wanting to miss a single taste of the goddess in front of me.

  She falls back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Holy crap,” she says thoughtfully.

  I raise an eyebrow at her, trying not to get distracted by her warm, pliant body that’s ready for the taking.

  “So much better than I thought it would be.” She grins, roguish, and I fall further in love with my woman. She’s innocent in her own way, but she’s sassy, too, and I like women who don’t just let me get whatever I want, whenever I want. There has to be a challenge.

  I crawl on top of her and kiss her, grinding my clothed cock against her pelvis as she whimpers underneath me. It’s killing me, not being inside her. But I hesitate.

  “Shirt off,” Nicki demands, pulling at the hem. I pull that off, because it’s not really a problem, then toss it to the side. Her eyes go wide, appreciative, and her fingers start tracing my muscles, the dips between them. The feeling of her skin against mine makes me shudder, makes me crave her even more.

  And she’s mine for the rest of our lives.

  “Pants,” Nicki says next, tugging at the hem.

  I hesitate for the first time since I gave in.

  She props herself up on her elbows, frowning at me. It looks more concerned than anything else. “Mason?”

  I’m not self-conscious, but my thigh isn’t a pretty sight. “I was injured when I was deployed,” I start.

  She nods. “Which is when you ended up on the force.” She frowns. “Are you worried about it? Will I hurt you?”

  I laugh. She’s so much smaller than me, so delicate, and she’s worried about her hurting me. “It’s just not a pretty picture.”

  She shrugs. “I love all of you,” she says, the words surprising me but as determined as she is. “Now take your pants off.” There’s a grin that accompanies her order this time.

  I lean down and kiss her, nipping at her bottom lip. “I’m in charge here,” I say.

  She grins. “Believe whatever you want.”

  I stand and yank my jeans and boxers off, freeing my cock that is grateful for the relief. I’m bigger than average and I know it. From the way Nicki stares at me, she knows it too.

  “Don’t hurt me?” She sounds only half joking.

  I crawl back on top of her, kissing her neck. “I won’t.” I slide my shaft through her wetness, groaning at the feeling of her hot core on my throbbing skin. I’m so close to coming just from this, but I want to come inside her. I want to mark her as mine.

  When I guide myself towards her opening, I start kissing her neck, nipping and sucking at the skin to draw her mine away from the stretching. She gasps when I enter, her back arching. I move to her breasts, giving each nipple the attention it deserves. The buds are tight in my mouth and I love the taste of them, to
o.

  “Holy fuck,” she whispers.

  I agree. She’s tighter than I thought was possible, but squeezing me in the best way. I keep kissing her neck as I reach down and circling her clit with a fingertip, easing my way in.

  By the time I’m all the way in, her cheeks are pink with lust and her eyes dark. “I can’t take it anymore,” she moans, squirming against the bend of her hips.

  “Take what?” I can’t tell if I should pull out or stay where I am, let her stretch more.

  Her eyes flash. “Please take me. You’re killing me just being in there and not doing anything.”

  I lean down and claim her lips with mine, hiding a smile as I pull out and then push back in. She’s still tight but not painfully so, and the moans I swallow are the best sounds I’ve ever heard.

  Reaching down to move my hand over her swollen clit, I keep kissing her, driving her crazy in as many ways as I can. It’s not long before she’s coming around me, squeezing me tight as I groan. I can’t take much more.

  In-out-in and I’m coming, filling her up with as much cum as I can. I stay inside her and bask in her perfection for a moment longer before I pull out, moving up to kiss her forehead. “You okay, babe?”

  She pulls me into her arms and kisses me, her tongue eagerly exploring my mouth. “Better than okay,” she says softly. Then she pauses, her teeth worrying her lower lip and mischief on her face that makes me nervous. “Can we do that again?”

  I laugh, my cock already hard and eager for a repeat. “As much as you want,” I assure her as I cover her body with mine.

  7

  Nicki

  It’s the first time I’ve ever been thrilled to be at a holiday department party. It’s Christmas, and for the first time, I have a significant other by my side. I can’t help but stare at my husband as he talks to another detective, his eyes constantly flickering back to me as if to make sure I’m still here.

  Like I would go anywhere else when I had to fight so hard for him.

  “You worked things out?” Katie appears out of nowhere but smiles at me when I catch sight of her.

  “We did,” I admit. I glance around her, looking for the rest of her crew. “Where’s your husband?”

  “Watching the kids.” She grins mischievously, nodding towards one of the corners. Her husband, a DEA agent named Nate, is crouched down in front of an army of children who are both scowling at him and nodding seriously. “Tonight’s my night of freedom.”

  “Damien’s also on wrangling duty,” Michelle says with a wide smile, but her eyes are soft as she looks at her spouse. Damien is an FBI agent who used to work in the department. “Speaking of wrangling...” Michelle’s eyes turn wicked. “You caught him. Finally.”

  I scowl at her, but my cheeks are pink and pleased. “Does everyone know about this?”

  Michelle laughs. “Mason brings a date—a wife—to the holiday party for the first time. Yes, everyone knows about it.”

  Warmth surges through me at the thought he’s only ever brought me. That I’m the only one who’s mattered that much. I’ve never really wanted a huge wedding, so for Christmas, he proposed and we signed the papers. I think eventually we’ll have a ‘real’ wedding, if only so I can show Mason off.

  “I heard my name,” my husband says from behind me, wrapping an arm possessively around me. I smile up at him.

  “We’re just gossiping,” I assure him, my grin wide.

  Michelle’s staring at Mason with wide eyes, and I’m surprised to see Katie is doing the same. “Is…something wrong?” I ask, genuinely concerned.

  “He smiled,” Katie says in awe.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Mason smile before.” Michelle sounds just as surprised.

  “You’re both fired,” Mason says with a scowl, but he pulls me closer to him.

  “Mom!” Four girls stampede over to Michelle, who braces herself for impact. “Dad won’t let us have soda.”

  “You don’t need soda,” Michelle says, her voice patient.

  The girls let go of her immediately and turn to Katie. “Auntie Katie?”

  Katie looks apprehensive. “The answer is no.”

  The four girls take a step forward and break out the pouts and puppy-dog eyes. “Please?”

  I lean against Mason with a wide smile, knowing something he doesn’t.

  “Uncle Nate said we could have soda,” one of the triplets says.

  Michelle sighs. “Let’s go have a talk with Uncle Nate, then.”

  Eagerly the girls grab onto her and haul her off, and it’s insane the amount of energy they have.

  Mason still hasn’t let go of me, his arm wrapped possessively around my middle. I fit so well into the protective wrap of his body, and it’s honestly my favorite place to be.

  “Maybe that’ll be us someday,” Mason murmurs, and the words send thrills down my spine.

  I put my arm on his around my middle and squeeze his hand, comforting. “Maybe sooner than you think.” I grin up at him, my head tilted back against his chest.

  He raises an eyebrow as if he’s trying to figure out what I’m saying. What I’m hinting at. Then the other eyebrow flies up. “Really?”

  “Yeah.” Doubt threatens to thread its way through my confidence, but I shove it back. “Six weeks.”

  Faster than I can track it, he spins me around in his arms and hugs me, letting out a loud whoop. It’s probably the loudest, happiest sound I’ve ever heard him make. Then he twirls me around in his arms, ignoring the fact we’re surrounded by coworkers and superiors.

  When he finally lets me down, he’s giving me my favorite smile, the one he saves just for me. My cheeks are pink from embarrassment, but it’s worth it just to see that expression on his face.

  He leans down and gives me a gentle kiss, like I’m fragile china and he doesn’t want to break me. Sort of pointless, after he was just twirling me around, but I like when he makes me feel like this. I feel so safe around him. Protected.

  “Anything you want to share with the class?” Michelle drawls, a kid on each hip. Damien’s by her side, his grin wicked. I would bet half of the party-goers are looking at us, and I couldn’t care less.

  “No.” Mason scowls at her. I start laughing, which makes him cover my mouth with a hand. “You’re not supposed to laugh at me.”

  I laugh harder until he’s forced to let go. “It’s not my fault you’re being ridiculous,” I say through giggles. My heart is so full, and it’s only going to get better.

  “We’re leaving,” Mason says decisively.

  “But the white elephant exchange—“

  “Leaving.” He grabs my hand and starts pulling me after him.

  “I’ll get you something,” Michelle calls in my direction.

  “Thank you!” I manage to shout before Mason’s dragged me out the door and to the back. He pins me to the wall, his body flush against mine, eyes dark.

  “Are we really in a hurry?” I ask, my voice low. I know the answer, can feel his hardness against me. I’m already soaking wet, and this just makes me want him more.

  “Yes.” He leans in, kisses me deeply, then pulls me after him to the car.

  MASON

  I stand over the bassinet, staring at the infant inside. I never thought I could love anyone more than Nicki, but Matthew is a close second. He’s still swaddled in the hospital blanket, Nicki dozing in her hospital bed. He’s a day old now and I still don’t know how to handle all of the feelings that threaten to swamp me.

  The door pushes open, and I smile when Aaron comes in. “Hey.” He comes over and gives me a one-arm hug, his attention immediately turning to his grandson.

  “Matthew Verne Richards,” I say quietly. His full name.

  “Can I hold him?” Aaron’s grin widens.

  It wasn’t as awkward as I expected, when Nicki and I got married. If anything, the adjustment was seamless. Just because titles changed didn’t mean our friendship did.

  “Dad?” Nicki sounds groggy
but awake. After being in labor for twenty hours and ending up with a c-section, I’m making sure she gets as much rest as she can. It’s amazing what she went through, how strong she is.

  “Hey, sweetie.” He goes over to Nicki and gives her a kiss on the forehead. “He’s beautiful.”

  Her smile is so warm it makes my heart ache. “He really is,” she says. Then she grins. “Oh, are we talking about the baby?”

  Aaron laughs, and even I smile. “Not in front of the baby,” he jokes.

  I scoop Matthew up and tuck him into the crook of my arm before bringing him over to Aaron.

  “Here.” I carefully transfer my baby to his arms, wanting to hover, wanting to make sure, but trusting him at the same time. Aaron raised Nicki and she turned out amazing. I’m sure he’ll be as great for his grandson.

  Once Aaron’s got Matthew secure, I move over to Nicki’s side, reaching out and squeezing her hand. “You okay, babe?”

  She drags her eyes away from our son and back to me, and her lips form a tired smile. “I’m okay. But you’re carrying the next one,” she says, mock-threateningly.

  I lean down and give her a gentle kiss. “But you’re so sexy when you’re pregnant.” My words are low and for her ears alone.

  I can see the shiver course through her tired body, and her smile warms. “Fine,” she sighs, as if she’s making a huge concession. “But you have to buy ice cream and give me foot rubs.”

  “Always,” I say, and I mean it. I’ll do anything for her and our children. I lean in and kiss her once more, trying to not get lost in how perfect my life is. I thought I was fine alone.

  Turns out I was wrong.

  If you liked the Phoenix Police series, feel free to check out our Phoenix Hospital series, starting with Life Support. Or if you feel like something sweet, steamy, and small town, check out the Sweet Home Arizona series, starting with Elliot!