But it’s not all bad. Officer Carlisle’s is just as sexy as he was in my fantasies and a whole lot cockier it seems. “Guess you’ll never know,” I say, tossing my hair over my shoulder and then gripping my purse to still my trembling hands. I consider the uncomfortable truth that fear and arousal can often spark the same physical reactions in me.
“Maybe not,” he says, his voice getting closer as he leans in. “But I’m pretty good at deducing.”
I glance back at him and he’s smiling knowingly. What’s he trying to say? That he knows that my speeding the other night wasn’t a one off. Is he accusing me of being reckless? Or is it something else? I eye him, trying to size up his meaning. He draws in his bottom lip like he’s thinking about kissing and I almost do the same.
God. If I did that he’d know I’m attracted to him. I’m so transparent.
A flash of my fantasy chooses just that moment to surface – the part where he pushed his cock inside me - and my cheeks immediately feel hot. Thank goodness he isn’t a mind reader.
I smile and take a step closer, looking up at him challengingly. “I’m sorry you have such a bad opinion of me, Officer. I promise I’m not usually such a bad girl.”
He leans in until our noses are almost touching, holding my gaze. “I don’t think I believe you, Allyson.”
I smirk at him, not moving, heart pounding as he seems to drift even closer. All it would take would be one stumble and I’d finally get to feel those soft, full lips. “Is that your cop instincts talking?”
He slowly shakes his head. “I’m off duty.”
His soft brown eyes flash with mischief and dark promise and I wish I could stay and play his game but I can’t. I’m already five minutes late for dinner and mom is a stickler for punctuality.
“I’m late,” I murmur, drifting forward an inch as I sway on my heels. I catch the minty scent of his breath and feel the warmth of his body heat.
“Now I definitely know you were speeding.”
I snort and shake my head. “Off duty, my ass,” I say, turning to make my way towards the restaurant. He follows closely, and I can’t help swaying my hips as I walk. There’s no line tonight and my outfit is a damn site demurer but I hope he likes it just the same.
At the entrance, I yank open the door and pause. “You have a good evening Officer,” I say. He smiles, holding the door open high above my head. The lights inside are dim and votive candles flicker atmospherically. Mom waves from a booth near the back by the fireplace so I make my way over, thinking about where in the restaurant Officer Carlisle might be sitting, and hoping he will respect the fact that I’m here for a private dinner. Mom and I hug tightly, and then she pulls back and holds my face, kissing me affectionately.
“You look beautiful,” she says, sounding so proud that I get a lump in my throat. At least she appreciates the effort I’ve made. I glance across the table and notice the handsome man sitting with her. He has dark blond hair streaked with white, kind eyes and a wide smile. First impressions are good. Mom’s taste passes my standards.
Mom takes her seat at the table and I turn to her date. “You must be Jeff. My mom hasn’t stopped talking about you.”
I grin when a blush stains her cheeks. Jeff offers his hand and I shake it firmly.
“Great to finally meet you, Allyson. She raves about you, too.”
I smile at my mom, taking in the way her happiness radiates from her. She’s sparkling in a way I haven’t seen before, lit up from the inside. I watch as she inches closer to Jeff and he covers her hand with his and squeezes. It’s something so small but absolutely huge to me. Tiny hints of affection speak of a deep connection and I’m suddenly so overwhelmed at their obvious love for each other. It’s probably weird that I suddenly feel on the outside of her life now, where I’d always been at the center. I’m a grown woman but that doesn’t seem to have stopped me from needing my mom’s focus.
I sigh, feeling blue and so damn guilty for it. I should be focusing on her happiness and what a handsome couple they make but my insecurities are buzzing loudly in my mind. It takes a moment for me to realize that one of our little party still hasn’t arrived.
“Where’s your son? Is he coming?” I ask Jeff.
A woodsy aroma fills my senses again and I turn to find that Officer Carlisle has followed me across the restaurant. He grins at me and I freeze, thinking of what a terrible impression I will make on Captain Jeff when he knows that I was pulled over for speeding. Officer Carlisle’s mouth opens and I brace myself, expecting him to say something about my law-breaking ways. Maybe he wasn’t impressed by my incessant flirting and sassing.
“I’m right here,” he says and for a moment I’m confused. I blink slowly, trying to work out what he means.
Mom stands up again and pulls Officer Carlisle into an embrace as Jeff stands to give him an affectionate pat on the back.
“It’s so great you could make it, Cory,” my mom says and finally, the reality of the situation hits me like a block of concrete.
Officer Carlisle isn’t here to tell my mom and stepfather-to-be about my wayward behavior. He’s my new smug-as-fuck stepbrother-to-be.
This moment has to go down as one of the most embarrassing of my life. Heat rushes to my face and I hope my mom doesn’t notice. I plaster on a smile and turn to see him grinning at me, his head cocked to one side. He thinks this is so funny, but I definitely do not. I let the smile drop from my face and glare at him, hoping my wrathful expression will warn him against using my ‘walk the line’ story against me. He winks and I turn, suppressing a mortified groan as I slide into the seat opposite Jeff. Cory takes the seat beside me.
“Great, then! Everyone is here,” Jeff says cheerfully, grabbing the menu up from the table.
“You two are going to get on like a house on fire, I can tell.” My mom is practically clapping her hands with the excitement of the evening.
I suppress another groan. If only she knew. The grin on Cory’s face gets wider until he’s full on smiling. God, his smile is amazing; perfect teeth, full lips and one sexy dimple that does ridiculous things to me. I worked so hard for his smile that night on the roadside, and here he is giving it away for practically nothing.
I reach for my glass of water, needing something to cool me down, and almost knock it over in my haste. Cory moves a little closer to me, brushing my leg with his. He’s still grinning but he’s looking at my mom and his dad now. Panic rushes through me that he’ll reveal that we’ve already met or worse, how.
“I’ve never eaten here, what’s good?” he asks picking up a menu.
A waitress comes by the table and fills the water glasses then looks at us expectantly. Eager to get the dinner over with I scan the menu quickly and order the chicken, too distracted to even consider any other options. Not that I’ll be able to eat much of it anyway. My stomach is churning, made all the worse by Cory sitting beside me. He drops a hand from the table and I think he’s dropped his napkin. Then I feel his fingers on my leg, well my thigh to be exact. It’s such a shock that I jump, putting my hand on top of his and holding it still. Mom looks at me with concern.
“Are you okay, sweetie?”
“Fine mom.” I squeeze Cory’s fingers in warning. “It’s just been a long day and I’m hungry.”
“Me too. So hungry.” Cory rests the menu down and takes a drink, grinning to himself and I want to slap his hand away and wipe the smile from his face, but I don’t. His hand feels really big and really strong, his palm warm and dry. I think about the way they felt against my skin when he frisked me and how I imagined him touching me in my fantasy. I’m still gripping his hand so he hasn’t had a chance to do more than rest it on my thigh, but the heat of it alone is enough to make my pussy clench. For a terrible second, I imagine my mom dropping her fork on the floor and seeing us sitting like a horny teenage couple with no public decency.
I’m totally still as everyone confirms their orders and the waitress takes her time to note them down
. When she bustles away, Cory gives my leg a gentle squeeze and I practically combust.
“Cory is a policeman,” Jeff says.
“Really? How interesting.” My voice sounds all breathy and overly enthusiastic and I don’t want to let go of Cory’s hand but I can’t hold it for the rest of the evening. My palm is starting to sweat and it’s pretty obvious, by the way I’ve been gripping him in my almost-claw, that he needs to lay off. This isn’t the time or the place. I let go of him and reach for my water again, expecting him to move away on his own, but he doesn’t.
“It is interesting. I meet all kinds of people on the job. Mostly just normal people who’ve stepped over the line; speeders for example.”
I cough on my water and slam the glass back on the table sloshing its contents over the side. He’s going to tell them. I can just tell.
“Went down the wrong way?” mom asked.
“Yep,” I gasp. Cory chooses that moment to move his hand upward, ruffling my skirt and pulling it higher on my leg. His fingers are firm but teasing, his little finger brushes against the bare skin of my thigh and I can feel my cheeks getting hot.
“Can you tell us about any interesting cases you’ve had?” Mom asks Cory. She’s using her fancy voice, pulling out all the stops to impress.
Panic races through me again.
“It’s all confidential I’m afraid. Every day has something new, though, so I’m never bored.”
“He’s got the makings of a great officer,” Jeff beams. “He’ll rise through the ranks fast, I’m sure of it.”
I glance over at Cory and find, to my absolute shock, that he’s blushing. Despite the attention on him, he’s still managing to multi-task as his hand strokes my thigh again dipping down a little more between. I want to squirm in my seat and spread my legs slightly to give him access to where I’m so hot and needy. My pussy throbs the further up my thigh he goes. I shouldn’t want him to be doing what he’s doing. This is an important dinner for all of us. It’s an opportunity to cement our families before the wedding. I shouldn’t want him to, but I do, and maybe because he won’t slip his hand between my legs, my pussy throbs even harder. It craves his touch, remembering the fantasy I conjured and how hard I came around his imaginary cock.
I silently urge him to slip his hand deep between my legs, even as I curse myself for being so damn weak. He keeps tracing a finger up and down my thigh, getting closer to my hip each time.
I look around the restaurant for our server, praying the food is going to arrive soon. I can’t concentrate on anything my mom is saying. I think she’s talking about the wedding.
“So what do you say?” Mom’s looking at me expectantly.
What the hell did she ask me? Something about the wedding. Do they have my blessing? Of course, they do. But what if the question wasn’t asked like that? What if saying yes means I’m not giving my blessing?
I glance at Cory who gives the smallest nod I’ve ever seen. Relief rushes through me, only to be followed by fear. Would he sabotage me?
“Yes.” I wait for mom’s reaction.
A smile spreads across her face and she reaches over the table to squeeze my hand. “I’m so happy you said that! We’ll go shopping for your dress next week! A maid of honor has to wear something pretty special.”
I slump back in the chair with relief. I can do that. It’ll be a good distraction from everything bad that’s going on in my life.
The food arrives with three different wait-staff placing steaming dishes in front of us. The chicken on the plate looks good but I can’t seem to find the appetite to want to eat it. I push the food around on the plate, then take a bite of chicken before my mom can ask me again if anything’s wrong. I’m not good at lying to her.
Everyone digs into their food but Cory got pasta. Only one hand required. His other hand continues to rest on my thigh as he eats nonchalantly. Unable to take the sensual torment I nudge him to get up.
“I need to go to the restroom.”
Cory withdraws his hand and gets out of the booth. I hurry to slide out behind him, smoothing my rumpled skirt as I dash across the restaurant and burst through the door. I’m a mess; hormones raging, heart pounding, hot everywhere. I run my wrists under the cold water to try and get myself under control and take a few deep breaths to steady my nerves. My hands tremble, and I look at myself in the mirror because I really need to give myself and internal pep talk.
I can do this. I can make it through dinner. All it’ll take is a few more bites of chicken, a bit more wedding talk, and then I’ll make my excuses so I won’t have to see Cory until the wedding. I can’t let anything ruin mom’s plans and I’ve got enough going on dealing with Drew. Trust me to end up complicating my life.
As long as Cory keeps his mouth shut about our little introduction, everything will be fine.
Even though I’m calmer now, I still feel so hot between my thighs and in the mirror I can see the hard peaks of my nipples poking against my shirt. I should have gone with the padded bra instead of the sheer one I chose but how did I know that Jeff’s cop son would be so damn hot and cocky. I wasn’t exactly expecting foreplay over dinner.
I check my make-up, fluff my hair and paste on a smile. When I yank open the restroom door I find Cory leaning against the wall beside the men’s room, waiting for me.
His smile is gone but his eyes are still burning. I’m not sure which cop I like better; the friendly one or the stern one. He pushes away from his position as I’m walking past him, pinning me to the opposite wall with his body almost pressing into mine and his hand resting against the wall above my head. I feel tiny like this and he seems huge, all coiled muscle and raging heat.
“You okay, sis?” he asks in a deliberately mocking tone. His eyes flash but it isn’t with amusement. There’s something darker there, something that sends a shiver up my spine.
“What do you think? And don’t call me that. It’s weird when you’ve just had your hand on the inside of my thighs.”
He smirks, and this close I can see that dimple up close and personal. I want to punch him hard and lick him softly. Then tell him he’s a shit.
“It’s just funny isn’t it?” he says, looking at my mouth. “That you’re going to be my sister in a few months. I’ve never had a sister before.”
“Stepsister.”
“Hmmm…why does that sound so sexy?” He leans in closer and I get another whiff of his cologne and behind it, the unmistakable scent of his skin. The heat from his body seems to seep into mine, waking the little hairs on my arms and sending a shiver over my scalp.
I don’t know what to say to him. He’s talking like we’re going to be family but he’s looking at me like he wants to taste me. I can’t take my eyes off his lips and when he draws in the bottom one, wetting it with his tongue, I blink.
“Did you think about me?”
“No,” I lie. It sounds like a lie, too.
Cory’s eyes crinkle at the sides as he smiles knowingly.
“Not even a little bit?”
“No.”
“Liar,” he whispers. He’s so close, and moving closer in such tiny increments that before I know what’s happening his lips press against mine. For a few seconds we stand like that, mouths touching but neither of us moving. My mind is scrambled. My hands hang limply at my sides but itch to take hold of his face and pull him into me. It’s as though he’s giving me a chance to push him away, and when I don’t he moves.
Those lips that I’ve been fantasizing about push mine apart, his tongue finding its way into my mouth, stroking. Shivers of sensation pass through me because this is not a sweet first kiss, it’s a claiming. I feel owned by the force of it and the need I can feel. His mouth moves over mine, nibbling, teasing, as if he’ll die of hunger if he stops.
I’m lost in him, dazed by the force and passion I can feel with every pass of his lips over mine. I’m so lost that when he pulls away suddenly, I drift forward in his wake. His eyes burn into mine, his thumb
strokes over my bottom lips as though he wants to wipe away the evidence of what we’ve done. I’m panting, waiting for more when he turns and stalks away.
The wall is cool at my back as I sag against it, wondering what the hell just happened. I exhale, then drag in a shaky breath. It seems that I hadn’t imagined the chemistry between us. In his uniform, Office Carlisle is pure professionalism. In his off-duty attire, he’s a big bundle of sin and sex. My lips feel bruised and I put my hand to my mouth, wanting to trap the sensation there. The ladies room door opens and an elderly woman comes out looking at me strangely. I feel rumpled and disheveled.
Ravished.
Horny as hell.
And in desperate need of a stiff drink.
I manage to walk back to the table, though my trembling legs make it tough. Cory vacates his seat before I can ask, allowing me to slide back into the booth. I don’t know where to look. Cory is smiling and chats comfortably with his dad about his schedule for the week. I plaster a smile on my face, trying to look as natural as possible.
Mom and Jeff are almost finished with their dinner. Cory has eaten more than half of his. I eat some more of the chicken but it doesn’t taste good. All I can think about is Cory’s lips on mine, but his teasing words are starting to come back to me.
The more I go over them, the more used I feel. Who the fuck does he think he is, kissing me and then walking away? Who the fuck does he think he is, fondling my thigh at our parents’ special meal?
The kiss doesn’t seem to have affected Cory’s appetite. He wolfs down the rest of his pasta, chatting jovially with my mom, turning on the charm like a pro. I seethe quietly as mom blushes at his compliments. She’s high on all the attention and obviously excited about this new stage in her life. I should be happy but all I feel is dejected and washed up.
Maybe Drew is right and I do give off the wrong vibes. He was always telling me that his friends thought I was flirting with them. He told me that I give off sex signals like a whore. I shift further away from Cory, feeling deeply shameful about what we did and the reasons why. If I hadn’t have flirted with him at the roadside, he never would have thought he could get away with his actions this evening. All I was trying to do was get away without getting a ticket, and I’ve managed to get myself into even worse trouble.
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