by Dawn Martens
The front door slams shut, and I know the jackass is home. “I don’t get why the hell you won’t just carpool with me. You’d save on gas.” Why is he talking to me? Seriously.
“I drive myself so I have more time away from you. Duh,” I sass him, pulling a vodka cooler out of the fridge and move to the living room. I notice the bastard following me. “What? You see me at work, you see me at home, and right now, I want to be away from you. Stop following me.”
“You’re such a bitch. Why the fuck is Keller still with you? How can he put up with your mouth?” He glares at me, his jaw clenched.
This is where I wish I had a filter when I get angry, because everything just pours out of my mouth. “Maybe because he likes my hot tight pussy, maybe he loves how my mouth sucks him dry. Ever think of that? Oh wait, yeah you have because you’ve been inside me too.” I roll my eyes and try to stomp away up to my room.
Drew grabs my arm, spinning me around and my back is up against the wall, my drink spilling. “I hate how much I fucking want you but can’t have you.” My head jerks back, smacking the wall. What the hell did he just say? “Oh, fuck it.” His lips slam down on mine, tongue shoving into my mouth. Oh god, he tastes just like I remember, hint of tobacco and mint. I’ve noticed he only smokes if a case he’s working on is getting to him, seems to calm him down some.
His hands roam over my body, finally cupping my ass, and I move my leg over his hip, grinding into him. God, he’s so hard. My pussy throbs as he grinds into my core, and it’s not long before I’m coming in my pants. His mouth rips away from mine, his eyes heated with hunger. “Fuck, I need inside you.”
It’s then I realize what I’ve just done. Panic fills me, and I shove him away. “What the fuck did I just do?” I might not be in love with Keller, or even sure where this relationship is going, but I just cheated on him. I’m not that person.
“Tara…” Drew’s voice is low, almost pleading.
“I can’t do this, this is wrong, I’m with Keller. Your best friend,” I ramble out, tears falling down my face.
His hands frame my face, fingers removing the tears. “I don’t regret it; it’s been a long time coming. We both know you don’t want to be with Keller.”
He’s right, I don’t want to be with Keller, but this is still wrong, I’m not this person, I never want to be this person. Do I want to be with Drew? Hell yes, but not in this way. Maybe at another time, another place, I would give in, but I just can’t.
Chapter 16
Drew
I watch Tara as my words sink in. Hope fills my chest. “It doesn’t matter, I’m not a cheater, I can’t do that to him, to anyone.”
I clench my jaw, wanting to spill the secrets I know about Keller but don’t. She’ll think I’m lying just to have her, or she’ll hate me knowing that I knew the entire time. Tara not wanting to hurt Keller by cheating on him makes me like her that much more. Even if she knew he cheated, I doubt she’d revenge cheat. She’s not that person.
But fuck, Keller is gone, and from the texts on my phone he’s scoring new pussy every night. I’ve seen enough tits and pussy shots in the last week alone to make me cringe. The more I think about what he’s doing behind her back, the more I want to take Tara right here and now.
I step away from her, giving her the space she is craving, and she takes off. I’ll give her tonight, but tomorrow, I’m going all in. I will have her again, fucking her, tasting her.
I’ve never wanted something so bad in my life, and I agree with her. Tara and I are not the cheating type, but what we both want can’t be wrong. Her and I are so right, and I’ll prove it to her.
I head down to my gym basement and LF follows me, making me almost fall down the stairs. “Fucking cat.” It’s like he purposely makes himself annoying once in a while, so I don’t think he’s the best cat ever.
I strip down and put on my workout gear and turn on the music. It’s either workout or storm into Tara’s room and we really hash this out, which would end with me inside of her.
I go at the punching bag a good half hour after I finish on the treadmill. Feeling better, having worked off the need to take Tara, I hear my phone ringing causing my music to turn off. “Yeah?”
“Hey, man, how’s it going?” Keller slurs into the phone, by the sounds of it he’s at a party.
“Good, you?” I keep my reply short, since I really don’t have shit to say to him right now.
“Yeah, fucking amazing here. We’re having a private party at this strip club, man, and I swear, I’ve never seen so many hot bitches at once. And it’s a full nudity club. Anything fucking goes here, place is run by the Untamed MC. I already saw like three fucking gangbangs tonight. I’m getting in on some of that action later.” The grip on my phone tightens, and if I don’t get off this phone with him, I swear I’m gonna end up breaking it and needing a new cell. “Anyways, man, calling to see if you know where Tara is? She’s not answering her phone.”
Probably because she feels guilty right now, when she shouldn’t. “Sorry, maybe she’s still at work, when I see her next, I’ll have her call you.” I lie.
“Nah, tell her I’ll try again tomorrow, don’t need to have some hot bitch bouncing on my cock when she phones. Later.” He hangs up and his parting words have me seeing red. I put the phone down and hit play on my music again, this time punching the bag while imagining it’s Keller’s face.
I don’t know how much time has passed but my music shuts off when I get an incoming text. Sweat is pouring off me, and I finally feel worn out. Thinking maybe the text could be work, I check my phone. It’s not, it’s from Keller, and of course the image attached has my mouth curling in disgust. It’s a picture of him and some girl riding his cock reverse cowgirl. His hands parting her cunt showing literally everything. At least he’s smart enough to use a goddamn condom.
I hit delete on the text, wanting to erase it from my brain and head for the shower. I can’t waste anymore time being angry at him. I have to find a way to tell Tara the truth of who Keller really is without making me seem like the bad guy.
Chapter 17
Tara
Once I hear Drew turn on his music, I take off out of the house, needing some fresh air. I take my phone with me and try to call Tina, but she never answers. Which isn’t like her. I’ve barely heard from her over the last few weeks, and since Keller left with his team, I haven’t heard from her at all. I hope whatever she’s doing right now that she’s okay.
My phone chimes a few times and I see it’s Keller calling me. I just mute it so I don’t have to decline the call, and let it go to voicemail. I know if I talked to him right now, the guilt I’m feeling would be noticeable.
Would it really be so bad to get with Drew? Especially when I’m planning on breaking up with Keller anyway? I think back on the kiss we just had and put my fingers to my still swollen lips. It didn’t feel wrong, maybe that’s the worst part of all of this.
I wish I had someone to talk to about it, and then I remember I do. Zippo had a situation like this, well kind of, maybe he can help me out. I quickly click on his name and put my phone to my ear.
“Hey kid, finally calling me, huh?” I can tell he has a smile on his face when he answers.
“Hey, Zippo, you got time to talk for a bit? I need some advice,” I reply to him quietly as I enter a park and take a seat on a bench.
“Of course, what’s going on?” he asks, his voice now serious.
I start at the beginning, telling him about how I met Drew, what happened, how I met Keller and where we’re at now. To what just happened between Drew and I and what I’ve been planning for a while to do about Keller.
Zippo is quiet for a while, and if it wasn’t for his labored breathing, I would think he hung up on me.
“Kid, you’ve been going through all this emotional shit for almost a year, and just now you’re telling me about it? Fuck me.”
“I didn’t think you’d guys want to hear about boy issues. Plus, I deci
ded to come to you with this latest dilemma since you sort of went through something similar. With Lilly and Kayla.”
“The difference between this and that, was I was a fucked-up piece of shit. Would break up with Lilly and go fuck Kayla. Stop fucking Kayla when I’d get back together with Lilly. Then I was even more fucked up when I ended up knocking them both up around the same damn time. But in the end, I fought for Lilly, wouldn’t have matter if Kayla had lived, I never would have gone there again. I learned my lesson when I almost lost Lilly for good.” Their story was a hard one to hear, what with rogue members trying to take the club down and turn it back into what it once used to be, and murders, kidnappings, secret babies, and shit. Crazy messed up. But I’m so happy my boys got their happily ever afters, even if there were a few casualties along the way. “The main thing, Tara, you are not fucked up. No matter what you’ve been through in the past. If Drew is the man you want, you deserve to move forward with that. Best friend to the current boyfriend or not.”
“Thanks Vinny,” I whisper, brokenly.
“Tara, sweetheart, if you do what’s in your heart, you will never make a mistake. Is it the right timing for giving it a go with this guy? Probably not, but when will the right time be? You can’t know that. Take it one day at a time.” He pauses. “But no matter what, whatever you choose to do, don’t ever let someone tell you what you’re doing is wrong.”
“I love you Vinny, thank you.”
He grunts on the line. “Yeah kid, I know, and right back at ya, you know that. Keep in touch, and please don’t wait a god damn year to unleash all you bottle up inside.”
I smile. “I promise.”
“Good, talk later.”
He hangs up and I smile.
Feeling better about everything, I head back to the house. Once inside I realize the music has stopped, which means I must have been out longer than I thought. I head to the kitchen to start making supper but am stopped in my tracks. Drew is standing with his back to me, chugging his bottle of water.
I watch as the sweat rolls down his very muscled up back. I must have made some sort of noise because it has Drew turning around quickly. Licking my lips as I stare at his chest, something I couldn’t help, he steps toward me, pulling me into his sweaty body, his hands going around to squeeze my ass.
And this time, I don’t stop him or hesitate when our mouths meet. Cupping the back of his head with my hands, I pull him tighter to me. He groans into my mouth and his hardness grinds into my stomach, causing me to moan.
We shouldn’t do this, I should stop it, but why am I not? Before I know what’s happening, we’ve moved to the living room and only stop kissing long enough for him to push me down on the couch. I stare up at him, panting, and watch him drop to his knees in front of me, staring at me hungrily.
“I need a taste to refresh my memory.” He gets out through clenched teeth, and before I can argue against that idea, he has my pants off, and opens my legs wide. “Fuck, look at you, soaked through.” His hand rubs the wet spot on my underwear, bumping into my clit, causing me to let out a soft moan.
“Drew,” I whisper. Needing more than this. Saying his name seemed to snap him into action, as he quickly tears my undies off and tosses them over his shoulder. Without prompting his face zeros right in on my cunt, giving me long slow licks.
He groans as he opens me up and shoves his tongue inside of me. Moving his face off my pussy, he stares at me, his mouth wet from my juices. “Taste better than I remembered.” Sliding a finger inside me, then another, as he sucks my clit into his mouth. I was already halfway to coming when we were just kissing, and maybe forty seconds later, I’m coming all over his face. Leaving a wet spot on his couch.
He leans back, sucking his fingers into his mouth, his face wet from my cream, and gives me a grin. “Been wanting to do that again since you walked into the station on your first day.”
Those words bring me back to reality. Oh god. “Tara,” he snaps at me seeing the panic all over my face.
“Oh my god. What have I done?” I run from the living room, leaving Drew on the floor and rush to my room, slamming the door shut and locking it.
Drew pounds on my door. “Tara, open up. Let’s talk.”
I don’t respond.
“I don’t regret that, Tara, not for a fucking second. If you knew shit, you would not be feeling guilty right now.” His words confuse me, but he doesn’t expand on it. “We will be doing that, and more, soon. You have tonight to hide away and lick your wounds.”
I hear him walk away and fall down on my bed. That’s the worst part of all of this. I don’t feel guilty, not at all. In fact, I want more.
Chapter 18
Drew
Walking away from Tara right now is not something I want to do, but I know she’s already battling with her feelings. It pisses me off, leaving her alone while her taste is still on my tongue. What I really want to do is throw my damn phone at her and tell her to open the messages from Keller.
This is the hardest god damned position I’ve ever been in. I want to protect her from all the shit Keller does, at the same time tell her everything. Keller wasn’t always such a douchebag, that shit didn’t start until he got drafted. I watched him turn down girls’, party after party when we were in college, saying he had a girlfriend. And then the second he got drafted, his first team party, all his common sense went out the damn window.
I tried to ask him once why he does that shit, and he just said, ‘it’s how it works in my line of work’. Bullshit answer If you ask me. Just because the other guys on the team cheat on their wives left and right, doesn’t mean it’s just what you do.
When that shit with Chelsea went down, her leaving him when she found out, I thought maybe he’d go back to how he used to be, instead he got worse. I left him alone to his bullshit, except now, I can’t. Not with Tara.
I make my way to the kitchen and make myself a protein shake, when my cell rings. “Knight,” I answer when I see it’s from the station.
“Detective, just had a call come in, units have been to the scene, but you’re needed there to lead the investigation.”
“Yes, Captain, I’ll be there soon, wanna give me a heads up on what I’ll be walking into?” I ask.
“Make sure you suit up.” He clicks off and I feel a chill move through me. Damn, that doesn’t sound good. I chug my shake back and head to my room to change.
Before leaving the house, I stop by Tara’s room and knock. “Tara? I’m heading out, got called in to head to a crime scene.”
Her door opens and she stands there, looking worried. “Is everything okay? How bad is it? Do I need to get changed too?” she fires out quickly.
I shake my head. “No, this one is just me, just wanted to let you know I was leaving.” Before she can say anything else, I grab the back of her head and bring my mouth down over hers, kissing her softly, then moving away. “See you when I get home, baby,” I tell her as she stands there in her doorway, looking dazed. I smirk and head out.
*~*
I suit up in the crime scene gear and head into the house. First thing I notice is there is blood everywhere. “Fuck.” I whisper out in shock, taking it all in.
“Detective Knight? Officer Moore, I was first responder.” He comes over to me, shaking my gloved hand with his. “Neighbor called it in, heard screaming. This time worse than all the times before.”
“What’s that mean? Worse than before?” I ask him.
He opens his interview book and starts reading. “I asked that, called in to find more about it. Neighbor's call in about this house at least once a week, if not once a day. The one and only time someone came over to try and help, they were almost shot. So the neighbor's stay clear and do the only other thing they can do. Call us.”
Making Officer Moore walk with me through the house, I stop in the living room. Taking in the disturbing scene. Woman, in her nightgown, face half missing and a knife sticking out of her chest, lays on the floor.
“Give me more than that. What’s the deal here, where are the kids?” My heart starts to race, wondering if the children are gone like this too.
“They are at their grandmothers for the week, we have a unit on the way over there now to let the family know what happened here.”
“And Mr. Glister?” I crouch down over the body, my eyes taking it all in.
“Shot himself in the head. He’s dead upstairs. Seems murder suicide. And from what we’ve gathered so far from the neighborhood, is that he beat his wife and kids regularly, also was often seen screwing anything that moved at the bar down the street. Also didn’t stop him from bringing the women back here, knowing full well that his wife and kids were here.” I look up at Officer Moore in disgust.
I stand up and head back out the front door. “Coroner should be here soon. Doesn’t really seem to be a reason to investigate this further.” He nods in agreement. “Still, make sure we get pictures of everything, every piece of evidence tagged and sent downtown. Finish up with interviews, even go to friends and family of the couple too, get everything.”
He looks at me confused. “But it’s an open and shut case, Mr. Glister did it, shouldn’t we just let the family move on?”
“Absolutely, however, doesn’t take away from the fact that we still do this by the book. What if he has parents or friends that claim he would never do this? Making us investigate further? This way, we’ve done exactly that and don’t lose any of the evidence.”
“Okay, I get it, I’ll finish up here, make sure I have all the neighbor's statements down. Then head to the station to write that up. I’ll call into the squad going to the grandmother’s house, and make sure they ask just a few questions too.”