by M. C. Cerny
Tempest turned away, slipping her top off before looking over her shoulder, surprising me. “The shorts have a zipper. Can you help me?” Her hips wiggled drawing my eyes down her curves appreciatively. She had starred in a number of my dreams since I met her.
I nodded and let my hand cup her waist, pulling her in close for a second to kiss the spot on her neck between her ear and shoulder. A whimper escaped from her lips. I tugged on the zipper and pulled the shorts down with her underwear and stockings. I helped her step out of them as she toed her heels off. Standing up, I let my nose trace up her firm backside. Muscles from years of dancing graced her elegant body. There was strength in her fragility that went deeper than the physical, and I wanted to touch that part of her intimately.
She turned in my arms and silently started unbuttoning my dress shirt, pulling it from my pants and pushing it off my shoulders.
“Tempest…” I tried to put her off. I wanted to care for her not make her feel like a notch on my bedpost.
“Joey, I feel a storm inside me and you’re the only calm for miles. Make it all go away. I promise you, I’m not going to regret this. I want to be with you.” Her hands went back to frantically pulling and tugging my belt off, undoing the button on my dress pants. She helped me step out of mine as I had helped her moments before.
Naked, we stepped into the shower, the hot water pulsating against us, reservations pushed aside. My taller form braced the impact from hitting her directly as she went to work with my body wash. Clean mountain scents permeated my city dwelling, drowning our senses to the world outside of our hot wet cocoon. I tipped her chin up with my fingers and rubbed the makeup from under her eyes and face.
“Mi hermosa muchaha…” Our lips joined, kissing sweetly tasting lips and the faint bite of beer. I was afraid after all this we might slip and fall in the shower. There were far better places we could be adventurous, like my bed. We rinsed off, and I wrapped her up in a towel, hugging her to me.
“Please tell me you at least have a bed in here.” I laughed unexpectedly pushing an unopened box out of our way.
“Of course I have a bed, but I can see why you would think otherwise.”
We walked into my bedroom hand in hand, rolling onto the mattress together. Our towels slipped, no longer wrapped around our bodies, and I held myself up on my forearms to brace my weight from crushing her.
“I’m still cold.” Tempest was anything but cold as I took the cue to gently lower my body to hers, letting us fit together in all the angles and curves our bodies mapped out between us. Hot flesh melded together hard against soft. Her hips cradled my body and my dick rested against her belly, pressing forward. I paused there a minute, feeling our hearts racing to beat together as our chests found a common rhythm.
I reached over to yank on the side table’s drawer and pull out a condom. Half rolling over, I tried to put it on when Tempest took it from my hand, rolling it down my hard dick. She squeezed me in her small hand, a finger pressing on the top, making its way down my length.
“I plan to warm you up.”
She nodded, biting her bottom lip and pressing her hips against mine. I held her in my arms and let one hand skim down her chest and belly until I reached her bright red landing strip. Like a beacon I wanted to race down her runway and fly home, but first I needed to make sure she was ready for me.
“Joey.” She panted my name as my fingers twirled around her slick opening, teasing the pleasure from her. She was wet and writhing in my arms, calling out my name. It couldn’t get any better than this.
“I want to be inside you.”
She nodded her head yes and moved her legs around my waist, putting me right where I needed to be, pushing inside her slowly, filling her up.
“Yes. Joey, don’t stop.”
I stopped when I could go no further, grinding against her mound as she moved herself over me in short, jerky movements.
“Next time we go at my speed, cariño.” I grabbed her hips as her feet hooked around me at the ankles. We thrust feverishly, crying out at the same time, out of breath.
“How are you going to do that, Officer?” She was shy and bold at the same time, teasing me, so I gave her something cheeky to think about.
“I have special handcuffs for that, mi hermosa muchaha.” I might have to use them just to keep us from mauling each other now that we knew how good it could be. Tempest still had a fair amount of explaining to do. We both did, but as the first snowfall blanketed the city that could wait.
10-4
A DISPATCHER SHORT STORY
1
Theo
“Sergeant Rumson.” Her voice did things to me that had driven me crazy since my transfer to the precinct. Smooth dulcet tones that moved through the radio waves straight to my cock, which had me adjusting my uniform pants. I shouldn’t have been thinking about acting on those feelings since my divorce wasn’t yet finalized. I stopped wearing my ring months ago when Rita served me papers citing irreconcilable differences, but it didn’t change the fact that the ink wasn’t dry on the paperwork. I think the difference was her need to bang her supervisor at her office while I was out doing a sting operation for the Narcotics Division. I’d like to think I would have been bitter and hurt by her leaving me, but the truth was that Rita and I married for convenience, and that convenience wore itself out a long time ago. Honestly, I was more upset she took the dog.
Getting out of the car, I slammed the door to my squad car and reached for the radio on my vest. “Colbie, darling, you rang? I’m 10-23.” I let the ‘darling’ drawl as I notified her I was on scene. I waited for the pause on the other end of the line and swore I heard an exhaled breath before clicking the radio.
“The caller reported a 10-16 and the suspect may be armed. She’s calling from inside the bedroom closet. I heard the suspect yelling, but it’s stopped now.” A 10-16 was code for a domestic problem, and I rested my hand on my service weapon. I knew coming back from narcotics would be an adjustment when I took this inter-departmental transfer. I guess I hadn’t counted on being back on the street until a desk job promotion for Detective came available. Another thing I could hang on Rita’s door was her ability to make me second guess my career choices.
“I’ve a got a plate here I want you to run through DMV and the CAD system for warrants on the driver.” I gave Colbie the plate number and waited for her to type in the information.
“Vehicle is registered to the suspect, and there’s an outstanding warrant for several parking violations, a DUI from last year, and a possession charge.” She gave me the facts, but I could hear the tremor in her usually calm voice. For a split second, I let her soft round face and dark brown eyes flash in my head. I didn’t have time to fantasize about my favorite dispatcher, but that didn’t mean my heart followed my brain.
“I’ve got this, Colbie. Call for back up.” I didn’t know who I was reassuring more, her or me, but I had to go and assess the situation to make sure the caller was safe. I knew I didn’t have time to wait for back up to arrive when I heard escalated yelling from inside the house. This could be a real shit show if I wasn’t careful.
“I know you do. Hernandez is about 10-17, maybe two minutes out. Be safe.” She clicked off the air, and I clipped the radio receiver to my chest. Hernandez was en route, but he wasn’t here, and I couldn’t wait for him. The lieutenant was going to have my balls over this going in solo. I pulled my service weapon out and approached the house from the side, looking for anything suspicious. Lights were on inside, and I could hear yelling and items being trashed. I got up against the house and made my way up the porch and to the door. I banged loudly, identifying myself as my heart pounded in sync. “Open the door. This is Sergeant Rumson with the NYPD.”
“You just had to call the police, didn’t you, bitch? Always running your god damn mouth.”
I heard a whimper and nothing more.
“Open the door, Mr. Steward. Let’s talk about this.” I banged again, and the door
remained shut. It would be my luck this joker owned a shotgun or something. Rita couldn’t get alimony or my pension from me, but this scumbag might get a round off.
“I ain’t fuckin’ opening anything. This is my house, you pig asshole,” he bellowed, refusing my second request.
My radio clicked, and chin down, I answered it. “A little busy right now.”
The fuzz of air buzzed through, and Colbie replied, “Hernandez’s car just got clipped down the street. I can’t get Hudson to answer.” She wanted me to stand down and wait, but I couldn’t, not with the cries now coming from inside, and god only knew what this guy was doing. It was obvious Mrs. Steward was no longer safely hiding in the closet.
“10-4, dispatch. I’m going to need 10-33 and a 10-40. Suspect might be 10-32.” I needed everyone we had on standby and to approach with no sirens and flashers. This guy was hot; he could have a gun, and the last thing I needed was the cavalry coming, throwing gasoline on the fire.
“10-4, Sergeant. On standby, waiting for your call.”
Good girl, Colbie. My adrenaline rushed, blocking out sound, putting me on autopilot mode. After this call, I was going back to the station to kiss the fuck out of her. Screw Rita. I wasn’t going to wait for formalities when I’d already given her everything else I had. Calls like this made me realize how precious the important things were.
“Last chance, Steward,” I called, banging my shoulder into the door. It opened on the second thrust of my shoulder with its shoddy construction. The kinetic energy of the door opening pushed him back, forcing him to stumble and trip over the cracked coffee table and tossed sofa cushions. We scuffled, and I used my weight, propelling him to the ground. He dropped the bat he’d been holding onto, and I used my knee to keep him face down as I gripped his arms, slapping handcuffs on his wrists.
“Holy shit, Rumson! You couldn’t give me a hot minute to get down here?” My backup leaned over, catching his breath. He obviously ran down here from his fender bender and just in time.
“Can it, rookie. Check the residence. I’ve about got him secured.” I nodded at Joey Hernandez, a rookie patrolman, who I’m learning has good instincts and a solid work ethic. He checked the first floor before heading upstairs while I sat on the idiot who threatened his wife moments ago. Mrs. Steward sniffled, curled up in ball in the corner under a ripped cushion, tears streaking her face.
I pulled up Mr. Steward and read him his Miranda rights, which he dismissed before I hauled him outside. At this point, Hudson rolled up in his car. The guy was about as helpful as a tit on a bull. “About time you showed up. Where the fuck were you?” I was annoyed this could have gone down a hundred different ways, and Hudson just sat there like a dunce.
“Bro, I had a prowler report. I couldn’t leave until I cleared it.” He squirmed under my glare, and I pushed Mr. Steward into the back of the car, ignoring his excuses. I needed tonight’s shift to be over. Screw the paperwork from this call. I could finish it up next shift on my downtime.
I reached for my radio, “Colbie, I’m cleared from the scene and bringing the suspect back to HQ for processing.”
“10-4. See you soon.” Colbie ended the transmission, and I left the scene, leaving Hernandez to take care of the wife and Hudson to fuck something else up.
“You got the hots for the radio girl?” Steward guessed from the back of the car. My face must have given something away and I kicked myself for showing this dumbass anything. His obnoxious growl tested my patience. I wanted nothing more than to slam my vehicle into something and propel this jerk through the windshield. Bad enough my fist clenched, wanting to lay him out.
I gritted my teeth. “Do yourself a favor and exercise your right to remain silent.”
“Whatever, cop. We both know I’m going to get out tomorrow on bail anyway, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” He laughed, and the urge to stop the car short at the next traffic light overwhelmed me.
I made a note to myself to make sure Hernandez got the wife to file a restraining order and seek safety if she could. We both knew Steward would get out tomorrow, but that didn’t mean I had to leave him anything to go home to.
I left Steward in the holding cell, depositing him none too gently, and made my way toward the call center. Inside, Colbie was answering an overnight parking call, and I knocked on the window to get her attention. Her head looked up from the screen, and she waved. The call ended, and she pushed her headset down, giving me a smile that made me happy I was able to get back safely. She gave me a reason to want to come back after shifts like this.
“Glad to see you’re okay.” Her sweet voice is muted against the chaos of the call room.
“Thanks,” I said, kicking my boot into the door jamb like an awkward teen.
“Colbie, take your break, you’ve been on since your shift started,” the Lieutenant in charge of the dispatchers grumbled, and Colbie bounded out of her seat to join me in the hall.
“Rough call tonight, huh?” she said, and I nodded, guiding her toward our informal break room. My hand hovered over her back, but I gripped my fingers, resisting the pull to touch her.
“Could have been worse. I’m glad Hernandez showed up. Damn kid must have sprinted his brick-house of a body those few blocks to get to me.”
“He did when he heard the call. Some idiot clipped his car at the stop sign. A kid who shouldn’t be driving, and he let him go so he could get to you. Joey is a good guy.” Colbie poured herself a cup of coffee, sugar, no cream, and I followed, making one of my own.
“Glad he was on tonight. Now Hudson, he’s a train wreck.” We chuckled and rested against the table sipping our coffee.
“I called him twice, and he gave me some crap about being out of service and then responding to a prowler report by a pedestrian he drove by.”
I hummed, thinking that I would have to address Hudson’s lack of enthusiasm as some point with our Captain.
“Well, I’m glad I had you on the other end of the radio. Thanks.”
She bumped my shoulder with hers in a cute move. “Just doing my job, Sergeant Rumson.”
“Speaking of which, I know a lot of folks from here hit up the Cask and Barrel, but I’d like to take you out to dinner and not the Gemini diner because we’re bound to see everyone we know.” Or, at least, Hernandez because I knew his girl Tempest worked there between her Broadway dancing gigs.
“Hmm…” She tapped her chin. “Sounds like something else.” She looked at me over the rim of her coffee cup, her eyes a touch lighter than her drink.
“A date,” I suggested, finishing mine and tossing the cup into the trash can in a single swoosh of the paper meeting plastic. Had it bounced off, I would have been embarrassed, but swooshing coffee cups had been something I’d practiced for years on the job.
“You sure you want to mix work and something else?” Her eyes danced and considering I said screw the paperwork earlier, yeah, I unquestionably wanted something else.
“I’d definitely like something else, but if all I’m going to get is a date, then sure.” Teasing Colbie was easy.
“All right. Looks like our schedule matches up for the next two week rotation so you tell me when.” Her easy demeanor suggested I put it all out there, so I did, except I could have kicked myself because what came out was less let’s-go-have-sex, and more like let’s-take-it-slow.
“How about we chat during that time, get to know each other, and then our first date can be something other than awkward conversation that I’m no good at anyway.”
“Really? You not good at conversation?” Her eyes sparkled under the fluorescent lighting.
This woman. She gutted me.
“Eh, I’ve been out of the dating pool for a while so maybe you’ll cut me some slack.” I winked and she laughed.
“I like that, besides, it’ll give you time to decide if you can handle a cat lady.”
I was only interested in one kitty cat here and yes, I was being crude. Mentally, I braced myself, “Full
disclosure?”
“Please.” She encouraged.
“I had a dog not that long ago, but my soon to be ex-wife took her.” Anya, nicknamed for Lasagna because she liked to share it with me sometimes, was a chocolate Labrador I’d found at the pound when we first dated. She’d taken to following me everywhere, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t mourn the loss of her more than my ex-wife. Maybe it was weird, but her soulful eyes reminded me of Colbie and her quiet, steadfast demeanor. I wasn’t comparing the girl I was interested in to my dog, but she gave me an unconditional comfort Anya did, and I missed that part of companionship. I wasn’t built for serial dating no matter how hard I had tried in my youth.
“Ouch. That doesn’t sound like you’re ready to date, and I don’t want to be that girl in between.” Colbie grabbed a cookie and bit into it, making me feel like the discussion was over before it began.
Shit.
I hadn’t thought of how I would explain my apartment having the few bits of Rita’s belongings I couldn’t seem to get her to pick up. After all, she’s the one who filed and served and and as far as I was concerned, we were done. Colbie was not a rebound girl, and I wanted to make that clear.
But still, I panicked. “Let me explain.” I thought about blocking her exit but figured that would make me look desperate and crazy.
“Colbie! Break’s over.” Lieutenant Dickwad stuck his head inside, interrupting our moment. He grimaced seeing me here with her, and I imagined him writing some memo next about a non-fraternization policy that didn’t exist. I know, I checked. The only bonus was that he also blocked Colbie’s escape from my lame explanation, so there was that.
She finished her cookie and leaned in, scrunching her nose as if caught in thought and adorably whispered, “I guess you can explain over the next two weeks and then ask me out again.” She patted my chest and left me hanging inside the break room speechless.