Finding Peace: Baytown Boys

by Maryann Jordan

  She rolled on top, her breasts pressed to his chest as she kissed him. Immediately opening, she welcomed his tongue into her mouth. Sucking on it, she pulled it deeper, capturing the moan that escaped from deep in his chest.

  Moving her hips, she pressed her pelvis closer to him as she rubbed her core against his jean-clad leg, knowing she could dry-hump him to orgasm.

  That was all the invitation he needed before getting her naked. Grasping the bottom of her shirt, he pulled it over her head, their lips parting only for the passing of the material between them. She sat up, straddling his hips, her heated sex still searching for relief.

  Ginny’s plain bra pushed up her breasts like a feast for his eyes…and mouth. Dropping his lips from hers, he flipped her over, trailing a path down to the tops of her breasts with his tongue. He grabbed the material with his teeth and jerked it down, exposing her rosy-tipped nipples, already hard for him. Sucking deeply on one, he rolled the other between his forefinger and thumb. Moving between her breasts he teased each one, nipping then soothing, sucking deeply until she pressed harder against his leg.

  Twisting her body, she heaved him to the side as she retook the top position. His grin met hers, as they vied for dominance. “You’re overdressed,” she complained.

  “Then you are welcome to do something about that situation,” he drawled, his deep voice rumbling.

  Her hands moved between them finding his jean button. Unfastening it as quickly as she could, she maneuvered the zipper over his massive erection. Palming him with one hand, she pushed his jeans down with the other, before sliding down to straddle his legs. Eyeing him with a grin, she licked her lips before licking the length of him.

  “Oh, God, woman,” Brogan groaned, watching as her lips slid over his erection, taking as much of him into her warmth as she could while fisting the base. With one hand cradling his balls, she bobbed her head up and down, sliding her tongue as she went. Occasionally, dragging her teeth gently over his sensitive skin, he reached down to grab her hair, twisting his fingers in her silky tresses.

  Her ministrations were sending shock waves from his cock, short-circuiting his brain, until the only thing he was aware of were her lips, her tongue, her warm mouth. Feeling the sensation in his lower back, he squeezed his eyes tightly shut for a few seconds, debating whether to come in her mouth. Deciding he wanted to be buried in her sex, he pulled out, looking at her disappointed expression as she licked her lips.

  “Baby, I want to come in your mouth sometime, but not tonight.”

  Rolling her to her side, his hands quickly divested her of her pants and panties. Soon they were both naked, hands caressing as they explored each other’s bodies. Her lips traced the tattoo on his chest before pulling his own nipple into her mouth. Hearing his sharp intake of breath, Ginny smiled, knowing she retained some control.

  Suddenly, she found herself hoisted up in his powerful arms and flipped once more. His gravelly voice commanded, “On your knees, babe.”

  She grinned as she acquiesced and he moved behind her, pulling her ass up as high as it would go. Leaning down, he fingered her folds as his other hand reached around, palming her breasts before tweaking each nipple.

  The electric charge sent shockwaves throughout her body as she writhed in need, wiggling her ass as she pushed it back toward him. “Hold still. No moving.” Following his command, he gave her ass a small spank, barely leaving a pink mark.

  She gasped, the slight sting quickly replaced by a warmth that had her longing for more. His fingers continued to slide through her sex, every movement from her earning another spank.

  Holding perfectly still, she panted as her orgasm neared. The sensations of his fingers probing her sex as he also pinched and rolled her nipples threatened to send her into oblivion. Sweet oblivion. With him. Tired of always being in control, releasing that control to Brogan was freeing. Closing her eyes, she grinned as her inner muscles tightened.

  Reaching deep inside, Brogan tweaked the place he had learned was the exact spot to trigger her release. Not disappointed, she threw her head back just as he moved his other hand back to press his fingers against her clit, crying out her release as the orgasm rocked through her, sending her farther than she could have ever imagined.

  Watching Ginny come so hard and fast, Brogan almost came himself before even entering her. Quickly sheathing himself, he plunged into her still quivering sex from behind, feeling her walls stretching to accommodate his girth.

  No longer able to consider anything slow and easy, he moved quickly, rocking in and out as hard and as deep as he could. Glancing at the mirror to the side, he saw her pert tits bouncing in rhythm to his pounding. She had turned her head as well and he captured her gaze in the reflection.

  As tightly wound as he was, he knew it would not take any time for his own orgasm to explode. “Touch yourself,” he growled, then watched in fascination as her hand moved tentatively to her clit. Immediately acquiescing, she reached down and moved her finger over her taut bud.

  His hand came down on her ass in a light spank and her gasp had him growing even harder. After each spank, he soothed the warm skin with his palm, feeling his balls tighten. “You ready?” he bit out, trying to maintain control. Moving his hand to her breasts again, he gently pinched then pulled on her nipples, just enough to cause her sex to tighten on his cock.

  Fingering her clit once more, Ginny felt the sparks rush to all her extremities as her inner muscles clamped harder on his cock than she had ever felt. As she screamed his name, Brogan roared, his release pouring into her. Pressing as deep as he could, he continued to let her milk him until every drop was gone. Falling on top of her, he rolled to the side as he pulled out and moved her so that she was facing him.

  Her breathing ragged, she felt like the winner of a long race. Exhausted, but elated. Her limp body lay next to his as he tucked her in tighter.

  For minutes they said nothing, allowing the air to cool their bodies and time to slow their breathing. She finally lifted her head to stare at his face in the moonlight. “Damn. If that’s what the other women get at the end of girls’ night, no wonder they like it so much.”

  Chuckling, he said, “Don’t want to think about Gareth giving it to my sister, babe.”

  “Well, he does and from what she says, he does good—”

  “Fuck, honey—”

  “I’m teasing, Brogan,” she laughed, rolling toward him so her head now rested on his chest and her fingers played with the spattering of dark, curly hair. “Anyway, I’ve got the best, so you don’t have to worry about any lack of comparison—”

  “Damn, woman,” he growled, lifting himself over her body as his lips clamped over hers. Mumbling against her mouth, he said, “Do I gotta get creative to shut you up?”

  Kissing him back, she gentled her lips against his as she ran her fingers over his back. “No, baby. You can just be as creative as you want. Always.”

  The call came in two hours later, just as Ginny was deep in sleep, her legs tangled with Brogan’s and her palm over his heart. Trained to immediately respond when her phone rang, she jumped, arms and legs whirling as she tried to locate her phone. Elbowing Brogan in the chest, her knee coming precariously close to his manhood, she managed to dislodge herself from him and roll to the edge of the bed as he cursed, rolling toward her.

  Grabbing the phone, she answered just as Brogan lifted himself on one bent arm, his head in his hand watching her.

  “Spencer, go ahead.”

  “Get to the Baytown Park, near the Gazebo. A woman was attacked.”

  “Fuck,” Ginny breathed as she stood quickly, taking a second to gain her wits. Bending to grab her bra, she slipped it on before grabbing a clean pair of panties from the drawer. Rushing to her closet, she pulled a pair of khakis and a BPD polo off coat hangers.

  “Babe.”

  “Brogan, I’m sorry. I promise this really happens rarely, but I gotta go. Please stay here and just lock the door when you leave.”
r />   “Babe,” the deep voice came again.

  Rushing out of the closet, she stared at his reflection in the mirror as she ran a brush though her tangled hair, pulling it up in a ponytail before twisting it into a tight bun.

  Brogan watched as her warm gaze hardened before his eyes, her mind now on her job. He took a second to consider how that made him feel, but realized she was who she was…and he loved who she was.

  Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he stood and stalked to her as she turned to stare up at him. “Babe, you’re fine. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t still want you asleep, curled up next to me, but you go do what you gotta do.”

  Relief rushed from her as she expelled the breath she had been holding. Rising on her toes, she kissed him, soft and sweet, with the promise of more to come. “Thank you, honey. Please stay here…go back to sleep.”

  Running out of her house, Ginny jogged to the SUV parked in front and hopped in, reporting to Mildred that she was on her way. Driving away, she glanced at her house in the rear-view mirror, images of the man inside, filling her mind…and her heart.

  Brogan watched her drive down the road before wandering back to her bedroom to change into his clothes. Awake now, he decided to head back to his place so he could take care of MB. Making Ginny’s bed, he hated how little sleep she was getting. Or the irregular meals. His mind wandered to the possible danger she could be in, but he forced that thought away.

  Is this what it’s like to love a cop?

  20

  Ginny arrived and pushed her way through the small crowd gathering, past the yellow police tape. Grumbling about people rushing from bed to see what the commotion was, she knew curiosity was human nature.

  Arriving at the scene, she found the others gathered, Mitch overseeing Grant, Burt, Sam, and two detectives from the North Herron Sheriff’s Office. Moving straight to Mitch, she said, “Got here as soon as I could.”

  “You’re off duty, no apologies. The ambulance is ready to head to the hospital. I need you with her every moment. Take the bags given and collect everything—”

  “I know the procedures, Chief,” she interrupted.

  With a nod, he growled, “We’ll be here collecting evidence and then I’ll come to the hospital after I make a public statement.”

  She placed her hand on his arm, her concern bleeding through her words, “Chief…Mitch…this is not your fault.”

  She felt pinned to the ground, his stare was so hard. “If I hadn’t listened to the mayor and had gone ahead to make a public warning—”

  “He’s your boss. You tried it his way. It didn’t work. Now we do it our way,” she assured. Turning, she ran to the back of the ambulance and hopped in, all other thoughts pushed back.

  The young woman sat on the edge of the hospital bed, the curtains pulled all around. Ginny stood near her—close enough for comfort, but not crowding. She closed her eyes for a second, allowing the fatigue and adrenaline drain to overtake her for a second. She was thrilled Carly had not been raped, but to have been attacked was horrible. She knew the young woman was shaken to her very core.

  The questions had been endless and Ginny hated having to be the one to ask. Where were you? Did he come from behind? Did you see his face? How did he touch you? On and on. Ginny had taken each article of clothing and placed them in separate evidence bags, sealing them. She had sealed the scrapings from underneath Carly’s fingernails, too, as well as the buccal swab.

  “Carly?” Ginny said softly, so as not to startle her. When Carly’s eyes met hers and she continued, “This may not be very professional, but I’m going to tell you something…woman to woman.” Seeing Carly’s questioning gaze, she plunged ahead, “You will get through this. I know.” Leaning closer, so that their faces were but inches apart, she repeated, “I. Know.”

  Carly’s eyes widened in understanding, but a knock on the door panel interrupted before she could respond. Ginny checked to see who it was, inviting June to come in.

  When June looked to her for approval, she nodded once. Turning to Carly, June said, “Carly, my name is June Sisco. I’m with the Eastern Shore Mental Health Group and I am one of the Sexual Assault counselors. I work with the police and as a private counselor.”

  Carly lifted her gaze dully to June and nodded, sucking in a ragged breath, as June stepped closer and placed her hand on Carly’s.

  “What you need to know is that you are not alone. What happened made you vulnerable, but you are no longer alone. There are those who will help and I’ll be with you every step of the way.” Ginny watched as Carly held June’s gaze for a long moment, before sliding her eyes to her. A slight nod followed.

  “I’m going to step outside the room with Officer Spencer and ask her a few questions, if you don’t mind. If you do, I’ll be more than happy to meet with her at a different time and can stay with you now.”

  “No, it’s fine,” Carly said. “Is it about what happened?”

  “Yes. I’ll have the officer tell me your statement, so you don’t have to repeat it so soon. We’ll certainly talk about it later, but for now, if you like, she can give me the details.”

  “Yes, please,” Carly nodded. “I’d rather not repeat it right now.”

  With a pat on her arm, June motioned for Ginny to step outside the doorway and shut the door behind her.

  In the hallway, June’s warm eyes bore into Ginny’s and she asked, “How are you?”

  “Me?”

  “Come on, Ginny,” June cajoled. “This cannot be easy for you.”

  Placing her hands on her hips, Ginny pinched her lips as she stared down at her shoes. Heaving a sigh, she said, “No. No, it’s not. But this isn’t about me. This is about her.” Lifting her eyes, she said, “I’ve had several years to work through what happened to me. Several years to…not forget, but to…put it in a place where it doesn’t affect my every thought. And, I’m getting help.” A slight smile toward June slipped from her lips, soon to be replaced with a stoic, professional expression.

  “Okay, the quick details. She was walking from a friend’s house to hers, walking across the park. She had had a glass of wine but was not intoxicated. Her test put her under the legal limit, but of course, she wasn’t driving. She said she’s always aware of her surroundings, and had just passed the gazebo and was hustling to get to the next street light. She said she heard footsteps behind her, but they were already close and she had no time to turn around. She was grabbed from behind, one hand on her mouth and one arm around her upper body, clamping her arms to her sides.

  “He took her to the ground, face down. His body weight on her back kept her from being able to get up and run. He talked to her, saying things like ‘You’re hot.’, ‘You make me want to come’, ‘I’ve been watching you’, things like that. She said she tried to scream, but he shoved a rag in her mouth and even though she tried to push it out with her tongue, it was too much. Then she became afraid of choking, so she focused on breathing through her nose.

  “He pressed his genitals against her bottom, rubbing himself on her, thrusting. Her pants and his stayed on, but he slid one hand underneath her shirt and managed to grab her breast. He had to be forceful, with the weight of their bodies on the ground, and she does have marks on her stomach and breasts.”

  During Ginny’s recitation, June took notes on a pad of paper, her lips tight. Looking up, she nodded for Ginny to continue.

  “She said he kept talking the whole time and then finally he grunted loudly and she said he must have ejaculated in his pants.”

  “Any semen on her clothes?”

  “There was a tiny stain on the seat of her pants but I don’t know what it will produce. Everything’s been sent to the lab.”

  “Anything else?”

  “She said she thought he was going to kill her, but he said for her to keep her face away from him and to stay on the ground for five minutes. If she didn’t, he knew where she lived and he’d come for her.”

  “Shit, Ginny
,” June said, her mouth drawn in a tight line.

  “Listen, just so you know, we’ve had reports of a voyeur in town. The mayor put the kibosh on Mitch talking about it, but the news is out now. Mitch’ll be taking care of that. Just want you to know…it can stir up memories for past victims, so the Mental Health Group might be getting more calls.”

  “Right…thanks for the warning.” June snapped her notebook closed and placed it in her oversized bag. “Okay, let’s go back in.”

  Bone tired. Not entirely a new experience for Ginny after having served in the Army’s Military Police or as a police officer even in a small town. But right now, she was not sure she could remember the last time she was this tired.

  Two hours of sleep, several long hours with a very emotional victim, returning thoughts of her own victimization, and a conference in the police station had her dragging. And the day was just starting.

  Mitch had stood outside the police station with the local press, including several from the Virginia Beach area, and made a public statement concerning the reports of voyeuristic behavior and now an assault. The obvious questions about why he had waited rained down and his tense stance and short responses gave indication of his anger. Standing next to the blustering mayor, who assured the public that their fair town was safe, Ginny thought Mitch’s teeth would crack under the pressure of his grimace.

  Finally, with the circus gone, the law enforcers were back in the workroom. Mildred and Mable hustled in with coffees. “Compliments from Jillian,” she said. The group took them gratefully. Mildred put her hand on Sam’s shoulder and said, “Your wife called. She’s worried, but I told her you were fine.”

  Sam grumbled good naturedly, “Worrying woman,” but the soft smile on his face told the story of a man in love with his wife.

  Ginny turned her attention to Mitch, knowing the pressure of his job right now was bearing down on him. “You okay, Chief?”