by Radclyffe
“I’m sorry.” Reese tossed her empty cup into the wastepaper basket. “Last night couldn’t have been easy.”
“I’m not sure what it was,” Allie said quietly. “I didn’t feel a whole lot then and I don’t feel very much now. I feel like I’m okay to work, though.”
“Sometimes things like last night come back on us when we don’t expect it.”
Allie nodded. “I understand. I had nightmares for a while after Kevin.”
“Provincetown is a small village, and we don’t see a lot of action here. But that doesn’t mean that we don’t have to be alert.”
“I know.” Allie straightened. “I give you my word if I’m having problems, I’ll tell you. I saw a shrink for a while when I was fifteen. It was okay—it helped. I’ll do it again if I need to.”
“Very well. Report for duty as scheduled, then.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” Allie made no move to leave. “Sheriff, about Bri—”
“I’ll deal with Officer Parker, Officer Tremont.”
Allie looked as if she wanted to say more, but wisely said nothing. “Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.”
Reese watched Allie leave with new respect, impressed with her fortitude. She didn’t want to lose her and hoped that she would be able to sort out the situation with Bri.
*
“You’ll have to make allowances for my performance,” KT said, her breathing irregular and shallow as Vicki slid down the zipper of her fly. She was flat on her back in the middle of a double bed in a small motel room with a single window that faced Long Point, the final curve of sand before Cape Cod disappeared into the ocean. She couldn’t get any further away from her demons if she tried. Vicki knelt naked above her, methodically undressing her. “I’ve only got one good arm here, and I don’t quite know what to do with this contraption on my left.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Vicki assured her, her full breasts swaying as she worked to open buttons and buckles and zippers. “I’m going to take care of us both.”
Not normally one to give up control under any circumstance, and particularly not in bed, KT felt an uncharacteristic surge of relief. She closed her eyes, distantly aware that her left arm throbbed and her head spun slowly. The breeze from the open window blew across her chest as her shirt was opened and the silk tee beneath was pushed up to expose her breasts. Her nipples hardened in anticipation.
“Lift your hips,” Vicki urged as she pulled down KT’s trousers and underwear. She stopped long enough to tease her fingers along the inside of KT’s thighs until she was rewarded with a faint groan, then she leaned forward to slide an arm behind KT’s shoulders. “Now sit up for just a minute.”
KT pushed herself up with her right arm and helped free herself from the tangle of clothes, carefully drawing the garments down over her splinted left arm. She was no sooner completely bare than Vicki’s hands were on her breasts, fingers closing hard over her nipples. KT groaned again and shivered. “Oh, yeah.”
“Lie back, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
The light from the single table lamp that Vicki had turned on just inside the door flickered on the ceiling as KT stared upward through half-closed lids, surrendering to sensation. The mouth and hands that stroked and teased and fired the burn in her skin and stoked the hot need deep inside were talented and sure. Before long, the fingers of her right hand were tangled in Vicki’s hair, and she was urging her down as her hips rose and fell with rhythmic urgency.
“Come on, baby,” KT murmured. “I need your mouth.”
As warm lips closed over her clitoris, KT sighed and closed her eyes completely. She moaned with relief as the orgasm slowly rose from her distant recesses to steal the last vestiges of thought. When her hips bucked with the first spasm, she whispered brokenly, “Oh, Vic. Baby. It’s so good, so good.”
Chapter Nine
When Bri arrived for her shift, Reese merely gestured to a nearby desk. “Settle in for a minute. I need to return a call.”
In a freshly laundered and crisply pressed uniform, Bri sat quietly as directed while Reese spoke on the phone. Her leather equipment belt and silver badge gleamed. She didn’t see Allie, so she figured that she was already out with Lyons on a tour through town. At least she hoped she was. She still didn’t know what had gone down between Reese and Allie earlier that afternoon; in fact, she had no idea what had gone down between herself and Reese. Well. She had some idea. Reese was pissed that she’d been running around town with her uniform in a shambles. But there had been something else, and all through the ride to her apartment, and her shower, and the process of triple-checking her uniform to make sure that everything was in order, she still hadn’t been able to figure out what that something else was.
She’d known Reese for a long time, and she couldn’t remember her flying off the handle before, not ever. Her dad did that, and she was used to it. She knew he didn’t mean anything most of the time when he lost his cool, and if she took the time to think about it, he usually only did it when he was worried about her. But Reese—Reese is different. Reese always has it together. But she didn’t this afternoon. She was pissed. At me.
Bri had to force herself not to fidget. It made her uncomfortable knowing that she’d upset Reese somehow. In fact, it made her feel just a little bit sick.
Reese hung up the phone and reached for her hat. “Let’s go, Parker.”
Bri jumped to her feet. “Yes, ma’am.”
As Bri settled into the passenger seat, Reese buckled up and started the engine. Bri stared straight ahead, her hands open, palms down on her thighs, unconsciously imitating her preparatory position to work out in the dojo. She was trying to settle her mind and banish the queasy feeling in her stomach.
“That was Robert Bridger’s attorney,” Reese said as she headed toward 6 East. “His parents want to talk to me.”
“Huh,” Bri said, forgetting her discomfort for a moment. “Why the turnaround, do you think?” She’d gotten the full story of the stonewalling attorney from her father and Reese late the previous evening when they’d returned empty-handed from Hyannis. She’d known then that Reese was really angry with the attorney and wondered if that had anything to do with Reese’s behavior that afternoon. She fervently hoped so.
“Could be the attorney wants to find out what we know.” Reese kept her eyes on the road, mulling over the possibilities. “Or she might be trying for some damage control by making a preemptive move.”
“Controlling the information flow?”
Reese gave Bri a quick, appreciative grin. “Something like that. At the moment, I don’t care, as long as I get some information. It’s early still, but we haven’t found anyone that matches the dead girl’s description in the missing persons bulletins from any of the counties on the Cape. Leads from the mainland will be slower, because the larger departments don’t disseminate missing persons information that quickly. Someone may already have put her data into the system, but we just haven’t gotten it yet.”
“Man, I hate to think of someone somewhere wondering where she is. Not knowing that she’s...”
“Yeah. Same here.”
They rode in silence another five minutes before Reese spoke again.
“You know, whether you’re in uniform or out, you’re still a peace officer.”
Bri stiffened. “Yes, ma’am.”
“When you walk down the street, when you ride through town, when you go to a party—you’re still a peace officer.” Reese spoke quietly, almost contemplatively. “Everyone who knows you, knows that.”
“I know.”
“And do you know what’s the most important thing, the most powerful weapon, that you have as a law enforcement agent?”
Bri took a deep breath. “It’s not my sidearm, I guess.”
The corner of Reese’s mouth flickered into a fleeting grin. “No. But I’m glad you know how to use it.” She turned her head for a second and held Bri’s eyes. “Respect, Bri. The respect
of the community and the people you serve, and the respect of those you sometimes need to control.”
“I understand,” Bri said as she colored, embarrassed because Reese wasn’t yelling at her. She wished she were.
“You’re doing something to be proud of, and part of that pride is reflected in the uniform that you wear. I know that you’ll respect it, because you’re a good officer, Parker.”
Bri blinked rapidly, horrified that her eyes had filled with tears. “I’m sorry.”
Reese shook her head. “You don’t need to be. The next time you...don’t have a clean uniform to change into, go straight home.”
“I know I should’ve done that, but Allie wanted to pick up her car—” Bri stifled the excuse. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Now, about Officer Tremont.” Reese’s hands tightened on the wheel but her voice remained conversational. “There’s a reason that we discourage interpersonal relationships among officers. In a crisis situation, you need to be thinking about two things: your own safety, and that of your partner. If everyone does that, everyone lives.”
Bri frowned, shifting in her seat slightly so she could study Reese’s face, intent on understanding the new direction of their conversation. “I know that. But Lyons is Allie’s training officer.”
“Correct. And it’s his responsibility to ensure her safety. My point is that if you were worried about her, too, or vice versa, because you’re...” Reese searched for a word that she could tolerate saying. “...involved, then—”
“Involved! You mean like girlfriends?”
“Well, yes.”
“We’re not. Jesus.” At the sight of Reese’s raised eyebrow, Bri hastened to add, “Sorry. I mean, we’re friends. But we’re not...why did you...?” She suddenly had a mental image of herself and Allie arriving at the station on her motorcycle that afternoon—her in the clothes she’d worn the day before, not counting her uniform shirt, which she’d balled up and stuffed into her motorcycle bag, and Allie wrapped around her wearing what she always wore. Skimpy little bits of nothing that Bri had yet to figure out how Allie kept on her body at all. It looked like they’d just crawled out of bed, which they had, except it looked like they’d crawled out of the same bed. Oh fuck me.
Bri had learned something from growing up on the brunt end of her father’s tendency to jump in with both feet, or perhaps she’d merely absorbed it unconsciously. But somewhere, somehow, she’d learned to wait one extra second before saying what was on her mind. She had nowhere near the control that Reese had, but she was trying for it. She took a long, long breath, because after the first wave of acute embarrassment, she was righteously pissed. How could Reese think that I would treat Carre that way? Doesn’t she trust me at all?
Before the bitter words could erupt, Reese spoke into the quiet, dense air of the suddenly crowded space. “I’m sorry. I should’ve known better.”
“I...uh...” Apologies were foreign to Bri, at least in the heat of the moment, and she had no way to answer. “Okay.”
“No, it isn’t,” Reese replied firmly. “If it had been someone else with Allie, other than you, then the conclusion I came to would’ve made sense.” She looked to Bri again, her blue eyes dark with regret. “But it wasn’t someone else. It was you. And I know how much you love Caroline. I’m sorry for forgetting that.”
“Oh man,” Bri muttered and turned her face to the side window, seeing nothing outside. The tears were back, and there were so many reasons for them she wasn’t sure she could handle them all at once. She wanted to cry because she missed Caroline so much. Because Reese cared enough about her, about them, to get angry when she thought Bri was fucking up. Because someone believed in her feelings, believed in how much she loved Caroline. She bit her lip and waited for the tight fist that was squeezing the air from her lungs to relax enough for her to speak. “You know I almost did screw up, with Allie...last spring.”
Reese waited, silent. She had a brief image of a much younger Tory and KT and chased it from her mind.
“I slept with her. Sorta. Seeing the way Carre hurt...the way I hurt her,” Bri went on, the words sticking in her throat and finally coming out raspy and raw. She turned anguished eyes to Reese. “I could never do that to her again. Never.”
“I believe you. And I know Caroline does too.” Then, Reese did something she’d never done with a recruit in all her life. She reached across the space between them and rested her hand on Bri’s thigh. She squeezed gently. “You’re doing fine, Bri. I’m proud of you, on all counts.”
Bri stared down at the hand on her leg, her own hands resting on the seat on either side of her body. She didn’t move a muscle. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Thank you.”
Reese put her hand back on the wheel. The tension that had been riding along her spine since she’d seen Allie and Bri together suddenly disappeared. “So, let me tell you about Counselor Trey Pelosi.” She tossed a grin in Bri’s direction. “And look sharp, because this one will kill the weak first.”
*
KT still lay on her back, still staring at the ceiling, but now Vicki was draped across her body, her head resting on KT’s chest and one leg drawn up over her thighs. The redhead breathed softly, rhythmic excursions that sent soft puffs of warm air chasing across KT’s left nipple. It felt oddly uncomfortable to hold her this way, perhaps because it was much more intimate than the hot-and-heavy sex they’d recently enjoyed. No sooner had KT’s orgasm peaked than Vicki had climbed onto the bed and straddled her stomach, bracing herself with an arm on either side of KT’s shoulders as she rubbed her wet, swollen clitoris over KT’s skin until she’d come. Or perhaps what was the most unsettling was Vicki’s vulnerability as she dozed in the aftermath of the orgasm that had had her crying out in an agonized scream of triumphant pleasure before collapsing on top of KT.
For the first time in longer than she could remember, KT wondered what these last few hours had meant to the woman in her arms. She fervently hoped it had been only pleasure that Vicki had been seeking, because she knew that she had nothing more to give.
“Hey, baby,” KT whispered, running her hand through the thick tresses that spread across her chest in a fiery blanket.
“Mmm?”
“I have to go.”
Vicki burrowed her face into the hollow of KT’s throat, kissing her neck as she snuggled closer. “Stay, can’t you? I want you again.”
KT laughed softly. “You might be able to get it up again, but I’m pretty sure I’m done for the night.”
“Oh, I can get it up for both of us,” Vicki murmured as she smoothed her hand down the center of KT’s abdomen, between her legs, and into the waiting wetness. “And I know you’ll like it.”
Despite the fact that her legs tensed and her stomach clutched at the swift surge of pleasure, KT shook her head. “I’m beat. You wasted me.” She kissed Vicki’s forehead and shifted away from the teasing hand. “Plus, I’ve got an early-morning appointment.”
Vicki raised her head and peered across the bed to the clock on the night table. “It’s early. Sleep a little while, and I promise I’ll wake you up nicely.” As if to underscore her promise, she slid her fingers on either side of KT’s clitoris and stroked languorously.
“Jesus,” KT breathed in shocked surprise as she felt herself stiffen. “Keep it up, and I’ll have a heart attack.”
“Better yet, why don’t you let me put you to sleep,” Vicki crooned as she shifted and started to move down the bed. “I know just the thing to relax you.”
KT caught Vicki’s arm and held her back. Suddenly struck by an overwhelming need to leave, to be alone, she said as gently as she could, “I can’t. I’m sorry.”
“You’re serious.”
“Yeah,” KT said softly as she stroked Vicki’s cheek with her good hand. “You were great.”
Vicki smiled, turned her head, and softly bit the base of KT’s thumb. “Uh-huh. So were you.” She sat up and pushed her hair back with both hands, regarding KT intent
ly. “I’ll be here for the rest of the weekend, but something tells me I won’t be sleeping with you again.”
KT held her gaze. “No.”
“Wife back home?”
“No,” KT said with a bitter laugh.
“But there is someone, isn’t there.” It wasn’t a question.
“No,” KT repeated with finality. “There isn’t anyone at all.”
*
“Hi, Kate.” Tory greeted her mother-in-law with a kiss on the cheek. “Sorry I’m late.”
“No problem,” Kate Mahoney replied as she ushered Tory into the small cottage situated behind her art gallery on Commercial Street. “Jean and I just finished dinner. It’s Jean’s Portuguese stew, and there are plenty of leftovers. Hungry?”
“Come to think of it,” Tory said, “I’m starved.”
Kate raised an eyebrow. “Forget lunch?” She knew that Tory often forgot to eat or simply didn’t have time for a meal while she was working. She’d also known that Tory had been at the clinic, because Reese had told her so when she’d dropped the baby off earlier that day. They hadn’t had much time to talk, but she’d sensed Reese’s worry.
“Busted.” Tory laughed. “How’s the baby?”
“Gorgeous,” Jean Purdy, Kate’s lover, announced as she walked into the living room with Regina in her arms. “And perfect, of course.”
“Is she ready for a feeding?”
“When isn’t she? Ready for a nap again, too.” Laughing, Jean handed the baby to Tory. “Here you go. I’ve got some work to finish in the studio. Don’t forget to say goodbye before you leave.”
“Thanks. I won’t.” Tory took her daughter into the adjacent bedroom to feed her. When Regina had finished, she put her into the baby seat to sleep and joined Kate in the kitchen.
Kate cradled a cup of tea between her large, paint-smeared hands and studied Tory while she ate. There were faint smudges beneath her eyes, and unlike most women who still carried some of their extra pregnancy weight at two months postpartum, Tory was thinner than she had been before she’d become pregnant. It occurred to Kate that her daughter had reason to be worried. “When’s Dan’s last day?”