Hot Cop Next Door: A Second Chance Romance

by Brooke Noelle

  When I was standing before him in nothing but my thong, I looked up and waited to see what he would do next. He stood a few inches away from me, his hands on my waist as he stared down at my body. I shuddered under the intense scrutiny.

  “Don’t be afraid. If you want me to stop, you tell me. Okay?” he said, looking directly into my eyes.

  I nodded. “Okay.”

  “Don’t scream when I pleasure you,” he teased.

  I smiled, feeling the pressure lessen. “I don’t scream.”

  “You will when you’re with me,” he said with all the confidence in the world.

  I smiled and reached out to touch his chest through his T-shirt. He tugged it over his head, exposing the wide expanse of skin covered with several tattoos. I kissed each one, using my tongue to taste him, before moving over the rest of his skin. I could have spent hours lavishing his chest with my mouth.

  I shrieked when he picked me up.

  “Shh,” he warned.

  My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to his large four-poster bed. He gently sat me on the bed before stepping back and removing his jeans. My mouth went dry when I saw the large outline of his hard cock under his briefs. I reached out to rub a hand over it, instantly feeling more aroused than I had been as soon as I touched it.

  He put his hands on either side of my legs, supporting himself with his arms before he kissed me. It was a far more intense kiss with his tongue plunging deep inside my throat, tickling my tonsils. My hands roamed over his chest before reaching back to his hard length. I was fascinated and eager to feel the steely shaft inside me.

  I worked my hand under his underwear and groaned low in my throat as my hand ran over the smooth skin that stretched over the hard length.

  His mouth jerked away from mine. “Lie back,” he ordered.

  I gingerly lay back on the bed. He stood over me, staring down at my body, before he reached out and yanked my tiny thong down my legs. I moved a hand to cover myself, feeling exposed with the bedside lamp illuminating my nudity.

  “Don’t,” he said, pushing my hand to the side.

  Something about the way he said it made me obey. I moved my hand away and lay there, breathing heavily while his gaze roamed over every inch of my body. I had never felt more vulnerable and sexy at the same time.

  He reached out a hand and rubbed it over my bare folds. I thanked my lucky stars for my recent visit to the salon for my Brazilian.

  “I want to taste you,” he murmured.

  I looked up at him and instinctively squeezed my thighs together. It felt too intimate.

  He shook his head. “Don’t do that.”

  His hands went to my bent knees and slowly, gently, opened my legs. The anticipation and the look of desire on his face made me wet. I squirmed on the bed, now more than willing and anxious for him to do as he liked with my body.

  When he dropped to his knees beside the bed and looked up at me over my breasts, I nearly exploded. One finger gently probed my hole. I heard him suck in a breath at what he discovered. I was so wet I could feel it dripping down my thigh.

  He used his shoulders to nudge my legs wider before his mouth closed over my pussy. I nearly came off the bed at the contact. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt. My hands went to his head between my legs, holding on, pushing him away and pulling him closer all at the same time. His tongue ran up my slit before probing inside.

  “I’m going to come,” I whispered, a little embarrassed I was already on the verge.

  When he spoke, the vibrations of his deep voice washed over my pussy, increasing the spiraling sensations. “Come,” he ordered. And then with quiet confidence, he said, “You’ll come again.”

  His words pushed me over the edge. My hands moved to his shoulders, and my legs opened wider as he attacked my pussy with his mouth. I fought back the urge to cry out with my release, remembering what he had told me earlier. I had to be quiet.

  My body quivered and shook while he stood between my legs and fondled my breasts. Then he flipped me to my stomach. One of his strong hands grabbed my ass and squeezed.

  “I love your ass,” he said, sliding his open palm over one cheek. “Perfectly round.”

  Before I knew what he was about to do, he moved a finger to my hole and pried my pussy lips open. The intrusion startled me, and my ass immediately hiked up a little, giving him better access.

  “There you go,” he soothed. “Put your ass up high.”

  I scooted my knees on the bed, keeping my face against the soft blanket as his finger moved in and out of me, tickling my clit and setting my body on fire.

  One hand massaged my ass while his other worked my pussy. I could feel another orgasm spiraling through my body. My arms were spread wide on the bed, holding on to the comforter as he slid a second finger inside me.

  “You’re so tight,” he said through gritted teeth. “Holy fuck, I want to fuck you.”

  I nodded my head and moaned. I wanted it too but couldn’t find the words.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, Savannah?” he asked, his fingers moving deeper inside me.

  “Yesss,” I dragged out on a moan.

  He pulled his fingers out and worked my clit, pinching and tickling it to the point of such sweet, agonizing pleasure, I thought I would die.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asked.

  I moaned, on the verge of exploding.

  His fingers worked over my nub, pulling and rubbing. My head rolled back and forth on the bed. I was so close yet so far from the next orgasm.

  I felt the head of his cock touch my ass, and I nearly came with anticipation. His knuckles brushed across me as he guided his dick to my opening.

  “Oh god,” I groaned when I felt him probing at my entrance. He was too big. I could feel the head barely pushing against me and knew it wasn’t going to work.

  I cried out in frustration. I was so desperate for release and to be filled by him, and there was no way it would work.

  “Hold on,” he whispered. “Hold on tight.”

  His dick pushed in a fraction, rubbing over the sensitive nub his fingers had been working. It was the right amount of pressure and pain to send me to that peak I had been striving for. I bucked up and back, sucking his dick inside me as I moved. My pussy squeezed around him, drawing him in deeper, stretching me while heightening the orgasm.

  I slapped my open palm against the bed, silently screaming inside as his dick gave me so much pleasure, I couldn’t make a sound. It stretched me, touching nerve endings and making me crazy with fierce pleasure.

  “That’s it. Make room for me,” he said, slowly pushing in deeper.

  I moaned into the mattress, muffling the sound, wanting to cry out with ecstasy.

  “Goddamn, Savannah. You’re fucking squeezing me so tight.”

  I moaned again, unable to stop the convulsions rocking through my body. My back was arching, my body automatically trying to take him in deeper. I could feel him slowly pushing deep inside me, the fullness of his hard dick stretching me as my body adjusted around him.

  “Oh god,” I moaned again when the orgasmic convulsions finally stopped. “Oh god,” I repeated, unable to say anything else.

  “You’re so wet, baby. I didn’t think I would fit in your tight little body. I was wrong. I fit like a glove,” he murmured behind me, his hands moving over my back and relaxing my body.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I demanded. I wanted to feel his power and strength inside me. Holding his dick inside my body was lovely, but I wanted more. My body demanded more.

  “Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Savannah. Are you ready?”

  “Yes!”

  His hands moved to my hips, bringing them up higher and thrusting a little deeper inside me.

  “Am I too deep?” he asked.

  I shook my head, unable to answer. He was buried so far inside me, I couldn’t think straight.

  He slowly slid out of my pussy, and I immediately missed the fullness. I didn�
��t miss it long; he was soon gliding back in at an achingly slow pace, pulling out and then pushing in. All my nerves felt raw and exposed. Every slide inside grated over those sensitive nerve endings.

  “More,” I panted. “More.”

  The man gave me more than I could have bargained for. His body rocked into mine, over and over, his thighs slapping against the back of my own. I held on to the blanket and buried my face in the mattress and yelled out as I felt him explode deep inside me. My body arched and bucked against his as I felt him stiffen and curse in a harsh whisper.

  He moved, pulling out and walking naked to what I knew was the bathroom. He returned with a washcloth and handed it to me. I silently cleaned up before quickly dressing again. He pulled on his underwear and stood there, looking at me.

  “Thank you for the pizza,” I said, feeling a little awkward.

  He chuckled. “The pizza was great.”

  I laughed, realizing it was a silly thing to say after an explosive, cataclysmic round of sex. He walked toward me and wrapped his arms around me before kissing me soundly on the lips.

  “Good night,” I whispered.

  He walked me to the door and kissed me again. “I’ll watch you walk home.”

  I smiled. “Thank you.”

  I turned back when I reached my front door and waved good-bye. He waved back before heading inside his house. I locked my door and headed for bed. I was exhausted after all that and couldn’t wait to crawl into bed. My body was still tingly as I stripped down and crawled naked between the sheets. I closed my eyes, thinking about my hot neighbor who also happened to be a sex god.

  Chapter Eight

  Cameron

  I was in a good mood, for obvious reasons. I had slept better than I had in a long time after Savannah left last night. I woke up this morning feeling great and ready to tackle another day of fighting crime. Well, maybe not exactly fighting crime, but I was doing my part to keep the city a little safer.

  I walked into the briefing room and found Adam already sitting. He waved me over, and I took the seat next to him.

  He looked at me funny. “You look…” He paused, as if he couldn’t find the right word.

  “I look…?”

  “Happy?” he said, as if it was a foreign word.

  I shrugged. “I’m not angry if that’s what you mean.”

  He shook his head. “No. That’s not it.”

  He didn’t get a chance to figure it out. The chief took his place at the podium and began the morning briefing.

  Later, when we walked to the patrol car, I tossed Adam the keys.

  “Now I know something’s wrong,” he said, shaking his head.

  I shrugged. “I don’t want to drive.”

  “Whatever. I’ll get it out of you eventually.”

  We headed out to one of our favorite spots. It was a school zone and notorious for speeders. It always pissed me off, and whenever we busted someone speeding or driving recklessly, we slapped them with the biggest ticket we could scratch together.

  “There!” I said, pointing to a car clocked at forty with the woman behind the wheel holding up her phone and obviously texting.

  I hit the lights while Adam got behind her.

  I stalked toward the driver’s side of the car. The woman was attractive and had a fair amount of cleavage showing, which she was working hard at showing me.

  “License and registration!” I barked, not in the mood for stupid flirting.

  “I’m sorry, Officer. Was I doing something wrong?”

  I quickly listed her offenses and asked for the documents again.

  She pulled off her sunglasses and batted her eyes at me. “I’m so sorry. I was in a rush to get to work.”

  I stared at her. She smiled back. Her eyes darted to my nametag before purposely looking at my left hand.

  “Officer Jackson, you wouldn’t want to ruin my day, would you?” She pouted.

  I snatched her license out of her hand and stomped back to the car. There was no amount of flirting in the world that was going to get her out of a ticket.

  “She’s laying it on thick,” Adam commented, getting in the driver’s seat.

  “It isn’t going to work.”

  He laughed. “It never does. You would think the fine citizens of Nashville would realize you’re a hard-ass.”

  I glared at him. “She could have hit a little kid and not even known it.”

  “I know. You’re right. Hit her hard.”

  I wrote up the ticket and delivered it to her. She was pissed. Her smile disappeared and was replaced with a sneer.

  “You need to loosen up a bit, Officer. When a pretty woman flirts with you, you acknowledge it.”

  I looked at her. “I always do—when I see a pretty woman.”

  Her mouth fell open before I smiled and walked away.

  The day rolled on with more speeding tickets issued.

  “I’m hungry and it’s slow. Let’s get lunch,” Adam said.

  “Fine.”

  He drove to a sandwich shop. We each ordered and sat down. I looked up and found him watching me.

  “What?” I asked.

  “What’d you do last night?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Liar.”

  “I invited my neighbor over for pizza.”

  He smiled. “A female neighbor?”

  I nodded. “Yes. She just moved in.”

  He was grinning like an idiot. “She’s pretty?”

  I nodded. “She is.”

  “Single?”

  Another nod. “Yep.”

  “You sleep with her?”

  I nodded again.

  “Ha! I knew it! I knew you were way too happy this morning.”

  I smiled. “You didn’t know shit.”

  “Who is this woman? Was Lily home?” he asked.

  “Yes. Lily met her a couple days ago. Her name is Savannah. She moved in last week and that’s that.”

  He gave me a knowing smile. “Are you going to see her again?”

  “I’m sure I’ll see her. She lives next door,” I said dryly.

  He laughed. “Yep, you’re definitely going to see her again. I can see that look in your eyes. You’ve never actually been happy after one of your one-nighters. This is different.”

  “I don’t know about that.”

  “I’m happy for you, really. I hope you can actually date and enjoy a woman’s company without feeling like it’s a dirty little secret. You’re a healthy man with needs. Stop trying to pretend you’re not,” he lectured.

  “I have a daughter.”

  “And there are plenty of men and women who do. That doesn’t mean they stop living and enjoying relationships.”

  “I know. We’ll see. I’m not sure if I’m there yet.”

  He laughed. “I want to meet this new neighbor. When are you inviting me over?”

  “Never.”

  That made him chuckle. We finished our lunch and headed back out on patrol. It was another good day, and I was going home safe to my daughter. When I pulled in the driveway, the first thing I saw was Savannah. She was chatting with my mom and Lily. Flashes of last night sprung before my eyes. It had been amazing. I would have been a fool to say I never wanted it again. I did.

  I got out of my truck, and my eyes briefly met Savannah’s before I picked up Lily and hugged her.

  “What are you ladies doing out here?” I asked.

  My mom smiled. “Lily introduced me to your new neighbor. She was very persistent that we come over to chat. We were chatting about nothing you’d care to hear about,” she said with a wink.

  My eyes darted to Savannah’s. She smiled. “Flowers and the best places to go shopping,” she explained.

  I nodded. “Say no more.”

  “Savannah told me she’s hoping to be a music producer. You could be living right next door to a woman who rubs elbows with some of the big names in the music world,” my mom said with glee.

  Savannah burst into laughter
. “If by rubbing elbows you mean fetching coffee, I have a slight chance.”

  “You’ll do fine. I just know it. I can tell you’re destined for big things,” my mom said with all the confidence in the world.

  That made Savannah smile. “I appreciate the confidence. I hope I can prove you right.”

  “Can you come over for dinner again tonight?” Lily asked.

  I froze. Savannah was going to get the wrong idea. She was probably thinking I was using my daughter to get her in my bed.

  “Oh, sweetie, I would love to, but I have to get some things done. I have a friend coming tomorrow, and I still haven’t unpacked my boxes,” she said, her eyes growing big. “I’m going to get in trouble when she sees how messy my house is.”

  Lily shook her head. “That’s not good. My dad gets really cranky when my room is messy.”

  “Maybe another time,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t sound too strained.

  I didn’t want my mom to know there had been something between Savannah and me. That would start a conversation I didn’t want to have, especially with my mother.

  “Bye, Lily, and it was nice to meet you, Mrs. Jackson,” Savannah said in that easy way she had about her.

  It was that laid-back way of hers that drew me in. I felt like I could talk to her for hours and never get bored.

  “We’ll see you later,” I said.

  She turned her smile to me. “You guys have fun, and enjoy your dinner.”

  She waved and made her way back to her house. I wanted to watch her go but didn’t want to risk my mom seeing me do so. I turned to invite my mom in and realized it was too late. She was smiling. It was a smile only a mother could give. It said something along the lines of I know more than you think I do. Damn mother’s intuition.

  “What?” I asked, suddenly feeling guilty.

  “She seems like a nice girl,” my mom said.

  I groaned. I knew what was coming next. “She’s a woman, Mom.”

  “To me, they’re all girls. She’s very pretty.”

  “Yes, she is,” I agreed.

  “Lily likes her.”

  “Yes, she does.”

  We walked into the house, and I waited for what I knew was coming.

  “I can watch Lily if you’d like to take her out for dinner or something,” my mother said.