Sullivan (Laurel Springs Emergency Response Team Book 5)

by Laramie Briscoe

  “Sullivan makes me feel amazing.” I smirk. “Like I’m the only woman in the world.”

  “Then that’s how you deal with it.”

  “I got it, Stelle. I understand.”

  She reaches out, hugging me tightly. “And remember if you ever need people to talk to, you have a whole group of women who know exactly how you feel.”

  Before I can say anything we hear in the background, “Up next we have Laurel Springs Police Department Officer Sullivan Baker. According to my husband, Tank,”- she gives a smirk - “he enjoys long walks on the beach, candlelight dinners, cuddling with cats, and something about big dick energy.”

  The room erupts in laughter as Sullivan’s face turns a bright, bright shade of red.

  The two of us turn our attention to the runway that’s been erected in the building. “God, he looks hot up there,” I whisper to Stella as he makes a lap.

  “And all these women are seeing it just as much as we are.”

  Blaze is working the microphone. “We’re gonna start out with one hundred dollars, do I hear a hundred?”

  “I’d pay five hundred,” I whisper.

  She cracks up when someone pledges that much. It goes back and forth between Whitney and Leigh.

  “Leigh, I know what to do with a younger man,” Whitney yells from where she sits. “Eight hundred dollars!”

  “Mom!” Stella yells as she turns abruptly to look at her mother. “I can’t believe you said that.”

  “I’m trying to figure out why you’re not bidding,” she picks up Stella’s paddle. “Nine hundred from my daughter.”

  “She’s not interested and we both know it,” Leigh raises her paddle. “And if we want to talk about age, I’m younger, Whit, and I can probably keep up with him better. Nine-fifty.”

  “Ohhhh…” The room groans as the two friends face off.

  “Ladies, ladies. There’s plenty of me to go around,” Sullivan says from the stage.

  “No there’s not,” I yell from where I stand.

  Blaze looks back and forth between all of us. She appears to want to be anywhere but here.

  “One thousand.” Leigh slams her paddle on the table.

  “Going once, going twice. Sold to Leigh Thompson for one thousand dollars,” Blaze laughs as Leigh shouts in happiness.

  “I plan on having him be a waiter for me. Can you imagine the ladies who’ll come in to see a man in uniform?” She claps her hands as she moves up the aisle to pay her donation.

  “You coulda asked one of your sons!”

  “They’re my sons, I wanna at least enjoy the view. With Sully here, I can.”

  “So you think,” Havoc yells from behind the scenes.

  The room erupts in laughter at the married couple and I have to admit I feel good knowing she’s the woman he’s going to be with.

  “Your turn.” Stella thumbs me up to the stage.

  “Wish me luck!”

  My body shakes as I stand in front of the room. I’ve never been one to enjoy being the center of attention, unless I’m in open court.

  “We’ve got one of the best lawyers in the county here folks. Shelby enjoys a good argument, an afternoon Frappuccino, and cinnamon rolls from A Whole Latte Love. We’ll start it off at one hundred dollars.”

  The smile is frozen to my face, as I hear people bid on me. My palms sweat as the number continues to go up. I know I won’t get the same amount Sully did, but as I get to eight hundred, I’m feeling proud of myself.

  “Eight-hundred dollars going once, and twice,” Blaze says before she hits her gavel against her podium. “The person who won can come up and claim their prize.”

  “It was an online bid,” Caleb says, where he sits at the back manning a laptop.

  Somehow it makes me nervous, but I smile warmly. “Tell them thank you, that money will go a long way.”

  Turning to the backstage area, I see Sully standing, looking at me. “You ready to get out of here?” he asks. “You’re wearing a dress, and I definitely would love to enjoy it.”

  “Enjoy it, huh?” I like the sound of that.

  “Yeah, I have a little surprise for you.”

  Sullivan

  “Keep your eyes closed.” I reach over covering her line of vision with the blindfold in my hands.

  “You’re lucky I trust you as much as I do.”

  “I’m beyond thankful for it.” I lean in kissing her neck. “It’ll be a couple of hours with this blindfold on, Counselor. You okay with that?”

  “How many?”

  “A few, you’ll see when we get there.”

  “Okay, Sullivan. I know you’re not gonna hurt me.” She fumbles as she turns to face me, her lips seeking mine.

  For a moment, I give her what she wants before I pull away. “C’mon, get in the car, or we’ll never get there. Watch your head.” I help her get in, making sure she’s buckled in before I close the door.

  Jogging around the Mustang, I slide in next to her, a smirk on my face. I can’t wait to show Shelby exactly what I have in store for her.

  Chapter 32

  Sullivan

  “Are you okay over there?” I ask Shelby as we head south on the interstate. She hasn’t said much since we left.

  “I am.” She turns to me, and although I can’t see her eyes behind the cloth covering them, I can tell she’s sort of irritated I’m keeping her in the dark. “Slightly bored,” she huffs. “Thinking about doing something to entertain myself.”

  “Oh yeah?” I shift gears, getting up to speed to go with the flow of traffic. “What are you planning on doing?”

  “I guess I could show you.”

  The glow from the street lights allow me to see as Shelby sneaks her hand up in between her thighs.

  “Oh, Counselor,” I groan, putting the car on cruise control. “You horny?”

  “For you? Always, but I would love to point out that you were up on that stage lookin’ all hot.”

  “You should’ve seen yourself, and fun fact, I have a fantasy about you wearing a skirt and letting me fuck you.”

  She breathes heavily through her nose. “A fantasy?”

  “Yeah, one I’m going to make come true when we get to our destination. Tell me what you’re doing right now, Shelby.”

  “Rubbing my finger around my clit.”

  “Is it enough for you?”

  “No,” she whines, pressing her hips up.

  “Then take your other hand and play with the left nipple. Expose it to my gaze and let me watch as you pluck it.”

  “Someone could see,” she hisses.

  “It’s dark, it’ll only be me.”

  She moans. “You promise?”

  “I do, if anyone else might see, I’ll tell you to stop. Make yourself come, Shelby.”

  She widens her legs, slumping slightly in the seat, allowing her to spread widely. Taking my gaze off the road, I watch as she hitches her skirt up higher, pulls the bra down lower.

  “We’ve only got a few more minutes, Shelby. If you wanna come, you better do it now.”

  She goes hard after her climax, screaming widely as the blindfold falls from her eyes. She’s sucking in air, glancing around. “We’re in Birmingham?”

  “We are, for the night. I have a bit of a fantasy that I desperately want to make reality.”

  Together we check in, and go up to the room without bags. Neither one of us packed anything, and I can’t bring myself to care.

  As we go into the room, I look around for what I specifically asked for.

  “Why did you want a table in the middle of the room?” she asks.

  “Part of the fantasy. You ready?”

  She nods, pulling her lip between her teeth. Grabbing her asscheeks, I hook her legs and take her over to the table. Where I clean it off with one sweep of my arm before bending her over at the waist.

  Tits down, ass up.

  My breathing becomes labored as I allow myself to have the fantasy I jacked off to so many weeks ago, i
magining reaching down, grabbing her skirt and wrenching it up over her cheeks.

  There it is. The string of a thong nestled for me to latch onto. Using my fingers, I pull the fabric out, wrapping it around my wrist.

  “Sully,” she gasps.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  Shelby looks over her shoulder at me. Those green eyes of hers hooded with passion. “No.” She shakes her head. “Please don’t stop.”

  With my other hand, I tuck my thumb into my palm and extend my middle and index finger as I lift up to her mouth. “Open for me, Counselor.”

  She accepts my fingers, twirling around them with her tongue, bathing the flesh with moisture that’ll ease my way into her body. When I go to extract them, she sucks, refusing to release. “You want something else to suck on?” I breathe into her ear. “I’ve got it right here for you.”

  A groan rips from her throat as I move my wet fingers between her thighs, holding them open with my own. I take her in increments. “You’re tight.” My words are a hiss as I do my best to be patient.

  Her head tilts forward as she accepts my invasion, rocking back against my fingers. “Oh my God.”

  “Yeah?” I crowd into her, getting all up in her personal space. “You like that?”

  She nods. “Mmm hmm.”

  Using my fingers I widen her passage, getting her ready for my length. With my other hand I lift her upper body off the desk, sliding my palm up to her throat, I circle my fingers around the flesh, feeling it move as she swallows roughly. Pulling her neck back, I make a spot big enough for me to move in, open-mouth going after her skin. She squirms as I suck, lick, bite, kiss, and blow against the hot surface, wiggling at my fingers still inside her.

  “Sullivan!” she screams, panting, her hands reaching back to grip my thighs tightly. Holding me as close as I can get, until she’s coming against my hand, riding it with her head tilted on my shoulder. Inhaling huge gulps of air.

  Instead of letting her ease herself down, I quickly push my suit pants and underwear below my dick, grasp my length in my hand for a few seconds and give it a quick jerk before I place it at the opening of her pussy and slide fucking home.

  Chapter 33

  Sullivan

  A Week Later

  “Are you sure there’s no one else you want to take with you?” I ask my sister before I practically inhale a drink of the coffee we stopped and picked up. “I’m not sure I’m the person you want to help pick out a wedding dress.”

  She looks over at me from the driver’s seat, a grin on her face. “No one helped me the first time around, and this time, I feel like it’s important. You’re my best friend.”

  “But I’m not a girl.”

  “You don’t have to be a girl,” she argues. “You more than anyone, know me. You understand what I like and you’ve been there for me since the beginning.”

  “But shouldn’t you bring Mom or something?”

  “If you didn’t want to go, you could have said no,” she reminds me.

  “I know.” I take another drink. “I do want to go, but I have to be sure you want me here.

  “I invited you!”

  “Okay, okay. I’ll stop being so self-conscious about it.”

  “Please do, I’m supposed to be the nervous one.”

  I give her that, especially after the first marriage she had, she’s got to be worried about doing it again. “Are you having second thoughts about getting married.”

  “There are some days when I worry Cutter’s not as great as I’ve made him out to be in my head. I half-convince myself I’ve made him into something he’s not, but then he does a grand gesture or he just holds me when I need it.”

  Situating myself in her passenger seat, I mumble slightly. “Is that what women are looking for?”

  “If you’re asking me about Shelby, then yeah, I know that’s what she’s looking for. We don’t need you to do everything for us, but making us feel safe and wanted? Those are two of the top ways you can show how much you care.”

  “I hope I make her feel that.”

  “How are things going with the two of you?”

  I think for a second, before smiling. “They’re good. Better than.”

  “Do you see a future with her?”

  “Yeah.” I take another drink of my coffee. “It won’t be quick like yours and Cutter’s. She wants to get her practice off the ground, but I see a future with her.”

  “Like a house and two point five kids future?”

  Used to be that scared me, but thinking about it with Shelby? It’s not as scary as it once was. In fact, I do see the house and kids. “Yeah, yeah, I see that with her.”

  “Oh my God, Sully. Have you told her?”

  “No, not yet.”

  “What the hell are you waiting for?”

  “The right time?”

  “There will never be a right time, Sullivan. You know that as well as I do. If you wait until the right time, you may be waiting forever.”

  While I know she’s telling the truth, it’s still scary to put my heart out there for anyone. Especially after what happened the last time I put myself on the line. “I’m working up to it,” I say, trying to defend my actions.

  “You better hope no one else is working up to it while you are.”

  My heart rate spikes. “Do you know something I don’t?”

  “No,” she laughs. “I’m just saying, how long is she going to wait?”

  “It’s not like we’ve been together for years, Rowan. Jesus. Shut the hell up.”

  “This is my day,” she retorts. “You shut the hell up.”

  I hold up my hands in surrender. “Then you tell me what you want me to do. Just don’t bring up my relationship with Shelby. I’m figuring out what I want to do.”

  “Don’t take forever, big bro. We’re here.”

  Sighing, I see what looks like some sort of boutique.

  “Oh suck it up big guy, you get to see me get all pretty.”

  I saw it once before, but she never had the spark in her eye she has now. There was no smile she now wears constantly, and I never trusted her first husband the way I do Cutter. “C’mon, Cinderella, let’s go find your dress.”

  I hold out my arm to her, and together we walk into the building. We enter, and are greeted immediately.

  “Hi, I’m Rowan Baker, I called earlier this week about seeing a few dresses.

  “Hello.” The girl shakes her hand. “I’m Bridget, I’m the one who spoke with you. Is this your fiancé?”

  “No,” she laughs looking at me. “This is my older brother. I trust him and he’s come to help me choose my dress.”

  “Well we’re excited to have you here. I’ve pulled the dresses you indicated you’re interested in. This dressing room is yours.” She leads Rowan to what looks like a woman’s dream. It’s pink and white with quilted walls and other delicate-looking features.

  “If you wanna sit there.” She points to a chair outside the room. “We’ll get her ready, and bring her out to show you. Would you like something to drink?”

  “Water, please.”

  One of the workers comes over, giving me a cold bottle. “Do you have any questions?” she asks as she hands it to me.

  “How many dresses does she have back there?”

  “Trying to figure out how long you’ll be here?” She gives a knowing look.

  “Slightly.”

  “From what I can see,” - she lifts an iPad up - “she has five dresses. If she picks one of those it shouldn’t be more than a couple of hours.”

  “And if not?”

  “Good luck, buddy.”

  I laugh, running a hand through my shaggy hair, a smile on my face. No matter how much I act like this is annoying to me, I love that Rowan invited me.

  The woman who greeted us when we came in, peeks out. “She looks beautiful. You ready to see?”

  “Yup.” I nod, sitting forward with my elbows on my knees, clasping my fingers together.
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  The door opens all the way and the person who walks out can’t be Rowan. This woman looks like she’s stepped out of the pages of one of those wedding magazines. In front of my eyes, Rowan has gone from my little sister to a woman who looks like she has all the confidence in the world.

  She comes out, twirling. I’m sure the lights are supposed to make the dress twinkle and sparkle like someone’s thrown pixie dust on her. The smile on her face is as wide as I’ve ever seen.

  “You look absolutely beautiful, Rowan. Like all your dreams as a kid when you wanted to be a princess have come to life. Don’t even try the rest of them on.” I grab my phone out and take a picture. “This is it, Ro.”

  “It is, isn’t it?” She clasps her hands in front of her, cheese-smiling as she comes closer to me.

  “It is.” I show her the picture I took. “Looks like it was made for you.”

  She grabs hold of my phone, grinning at herself. “It’s definitely the one. They didn’t even have to adjust it, at all. It’s perfect.”

  “Which is unheard of,” the saleswoman says to us. “Would you like to try some more on, or is this it?”

  Rowan turns, lifting up the skirt, moving over to a platform that allows her to view herself in the round. There, with all the lights around her, she appears to be on her own red carpet, camera bulbs flashing to capture her happiness.

  “Yes.” She turns to all of us. “This is it.”

  The saleswoman helps her back into the room, presumably to get her out of the dress. I finish drinking the bottle of water they gave me before she gets out. Rowan is beaming as she comes out. “I love it, and I’m so thankful you were here with me to see it.”

  “I don’t think you needed me to know that dress was for you.”

  “Yeah I did.” She hugs me close.

  “Okay, Ms. Baker, per the contract, we’ll measure you two weeks before your wedding, and make sure everything still fits. Are you wanting to pay a down payment today, and do payments on the remaining balance?”