by Amy Briggs
“Oh really, do I? Because it looked like you were out in secret with some hot little Latina chick when you told me you had eyes for someone else,” he said right in front of Jax.
“Are we talking about Jojo? We’re talking about Jojo, aren’t we…?” Jax asked the question with a childish grin. Fuck, of course he asked.
“I’m not explaining myself to either one of you right now,” I got up to leave. “Matt, I need you to trust me, I cannot tell you what’s going on, but I promise in a couple days I will. Nothing has changed from our previous discussion. You have to trust me.” I repeated. I couldn’t get him and Jax involved in this, there’s just no way. Until I found out more information, I didn’t want anyone else involved.
“I feel really out of the loop, but that chick was fucking hot. So, if you’re not doing her, is she up for grabs?” Jax asked. I rolled my eyes.
“Dude, whatever you want. I gotta go,” I was still standing there trying to leave, but I really needed Matt to acknowledge that he trusts me. “Matt, can you just trust me here?” I was pleading to him.
“Yeah whatever. You know where I stand, and if you’re fucking around, I’m not going to stand for it and I’m definitely not going to help you,” he said. Jax had to know what he was talking about but he didn’t say anything else, and thankfully we just ignored his Jo comment earlier and he didn’t press on it.
“I get it, bro. Look, I need to leave, I have to take care of some things tonight. You two have fun, and please for the love of God, stay out of trouble,” I wasn’t even kidding. The two of them often found themselves in some precarious situations when they went out. “And both of you,” I motioned to Jax who was pretending not to be there by looking everywhere except Matt and I. “Need to keep this exchange to yourselves. It’s important, and I can’t tell you why, so don’t fucking ask.”
“Fine, whatever, settle yourself, Chief,” Jax put his hands up in defense.
“Yea, fine. I’ll call you tomorrow,” Matt said.
“Ok cool. Are you still hanging out with Jo tomorrow?” I asked.
“Yea, we’re going shooting. So, you should stay away,” he laughed.
I rolled my eyes. “Just don’t tell her about seeing me here tonight." I leaned in so Jax wouldn’t hear. "It’s important, I’m serious.” I gripped his shoulder and looked him in the eyes. “This is really serious, Matt.”
He stopped the smirk and laughing, and acknowledged my seriousness. “Are you sure everything is okay?” I sighed.
“It will be. I promise I’ll fill you in as soon as I can. A couple days, tops.”
“Okay.” He looked concerned, but I honestly couldn’t tell him what was going on.
“Alright, I’ll catch you guys later, I really gotta roll,” I tossed some money on the table and made my way out of the bar.
I couldn’t believe that motherfucker, Danny Russell was taking bribes to pass inspections, and God knows what else. I wondered how Jack figured it out; how long he knew? Was Jo still dating that piece of shit when he uncovered this? She was going to be so fucking pissed off when she found all of this out.
It was too late to go back to the station tonight. I’d go through his computer the next day with a fine-toothed comb. I felt like if he was texting Detective Cruise, he was more comfortable with technology than he let on to us. There had so be something in his files that would bring this guy down, and I was going to find it.
I woke up the next morning with mixed emotions. I was happy I'd spent the day with Catherine, and that we'd talked, but I was still missing Brian so much. She obviously knew something was up, I wondered what he told her. Clearly he told her enough that she wanted me to give him a chance to explain himself. Honestly, there wasn’t much to explain. He didn’t fight for me, and that’s probably because he doesn’t want to be exclusive, like he said a year ago. And of course the working together thing, and him being my boss can’t be explained away either. It happened, and we can’t go back now, so the only thing to do is just put my mind on the job and hope that the longing for him subsides someday.
I had plans with Matt for the day, but I honestly didn’t feel like doing anything at all. All this talk of love was just making me cranky. I wanted to avoid seeing any of them until work, but that’s not how big girls deal with real life I guess. I decided that I’d try to get myself motivated by going for a run. I grabbed my phone and some ear buds, and made my way out of the house.
As I rocked out to some of my favorite music, I let the thoughts of my suffering heart float away for awhile. I was going to need to let go of all of this at some point, before I turned into some kind of a spinster. Once I’m on a normal schedule at 23 I can start thinking about how to move on and what my next moves are. While ending up at my dad’s station again is important to me, it can’t be my whole life either. I need to figure out what I’m doing.
I ran through town, and decided to stop at the station to get a drink of water before running back home. It was only a couple miles, and it made for a great halfway point so I didn’t have to carry a water with me. As I approached, I saw that Brian’s truck was there. It’s his day off. Maybe he won’t see me. Maybe I’d say hi and just show that we can be friends and that it’s no big deal. Yeah, who was I kidding? I’m standing here in front of the firehouse getting turned on at the thought of saying hello to him. My body betrays me at just the thought of him.
I wanted to be close to him and I couldn’t stop myself from walking toward his office, after I grabbed myself a water from the fridge in the kitchen. I held the cool bottle to the side of my face in an attempt to lower my body temperature from the run, and from the anxiety of seeing him. His office door was open, and he was intently staring at the computer screen. As I scanned him quickly, I couldn’t help but get distracted by his delicious biceps and broad shoulders. I quietly knocked on the open door and his beautiful green eyes met mine instantly.
I forgot to speak, I was lost in his gaze.
“Jo, is everything okay?” he asked.
“Oh yeah. Yeah. I saw your truck was here, so I thought I would stop in and say hello. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you,” I started to retreat and he stood up immediately.
“You’re not interrupting me, stop. Come in and sit down for a minute,” he motioned to the couch and came out from behind his desk. The couch he'd ravaged me on just a few days ago. He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt that was tight in all the right places, showcasing his muscles, and highlighting the colorful tattoos on his arms. My heart was beating out of my chest, I was certain he could see it.
“I, uh, I can’t stay long, I’m on a run and was just stopping for a drink,” my words say one thing, but my body still walked over to the couch, where he met me and we both sat down. I felt a magnetic pull to him that I simply couldn’t control or explain anymore.
“You look amazing, Jo,” he said softly.
I felt myself blushing and looked down to break our locked stare. “Thank you,” I whispered. I was sweaty, dirty, and in the middle of a workout, he’s crazy and I loved it. I can feel myself getting pulled into him, fighting it is impossible, it’s magnetic. I was literally quivering, and the feelings I was having were so carnal. I wanted to crawl all over him right now.
He reached over and raised my face up to meet his. “Look at me.” His touch was still like lightening rushing through my veins, nothing had changed. I met his eyes with mine, I still couldn’t speak, I was in a trance. His eyes were scanning my face, he was looking for something and I gave him a shy smile.
I felt myself leaning in closer, as he moved his hand to my face, brushing my cheek with his thumb. He pulled me to him, with both hands and his lips were now barely touching mine.
“I’m going to kiss you, Jo,” he whispered just before pressing his soft lips to mine. I melted into him, raising a hand and placing it on his rock hard chest. I could feel his heart beating, the same rhythm as mine. I let him part my lips gently with his tongue, causing me to fo
rget all sense of right and wrong. This was against everything I said I wanted but it didn’t matter in that moment. I slid my hand down his chest, feeling his abs tighten as I ran my fingers across them. He pulled me in closer, deepening the kiss and I didn’t stop it, I relish in his touch. He brings me to life.
Suddenly, he grabbed me, pulling me up with him and moving us across the room by the office door. His hands ran all over my body as he kicked his door shut slamming me against it. He lifted both my arms above me with just one hand, pinning me to the door, kissing me savagely, desperately. I gave in to him, softly moaning at his touch. My brain told me to stop, but my body wasn’t listening.
“Brian…we can’t do this…” I caught myself saying as I lowered my hands, pulling him into me by the waistband of his jeans.
He grabbed the hem of my tank top, yanking it over my head. “I need you. Now,” he growled into my neck, biting me gently and sending my brain into overdrive.
“This doesn’t change anything,” I breathed out, barely able to speak as I kicked my shoes off.
Grabbing both of my hands, pinning them out to my sides, he leaned back and looked at me hungrily. “Shut the fuck up, Jo.”
I yearned for her. I was hungry for her. She tried to say something and I told her to shut the fuck up. I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want anything but her sweet pussy wrapped around my cock. I was going to fuck her in my office again, and she’d feel me for days. I didn’t give a fuck who was around either. The minute she touched me, my dick was straining against my jeans, aching for her.
I had her pinned to my office door panting, wearing just her sports bra and tiny little shorts she was out running in. Her tight little body was hot to the touch, and I couldn’t keep my mouth off of it. As I kissed her roughly and moved my hands down the front of her, I grabbed her heaving breasts, pinching her stiff little nipples causing her to cry out in need. I roughly grabbed the bottom of the bra, yanking it over her head and taking a mouthful of her delicious tit in my mouth, rolling my tongue over her nipple and gently biting down on it. I moved over to the other one, sucking and kneading it, while she pressed her hips into mine.
She wanted me as bad as I wanted her, she unzipped my jeans and freed my cock from it’s restraints; meeting my eyes. Those gray stormy eyes looked at with me the need I felt as well, and I was consumed by her. I was angry and frustrated with her for pushing me away, but I desperate to have her. I yanked my shirt off over my head, and she immediately started licking and kissing my chest, leaving my skin burning wherever she touched it. I fisted her hair in my hand roughly, yanking her head back, exposing her neck to me.
Her chest was heaving and I ravaged her neck roughly before I dropped to my knees, taking her tight little shorts and panties down with me. I rolled my shoulder between her legs and tossed her leg over me, opening her sex to me, inhaling her scent. I knew I was gripping her hips hard, but I didn’t care. I almost wanted to leave marks on her, she was mine, she just didn’t see it yet. I took a lick of that sweet pussy of hers, and she grabbed my hair roughly, pulling me into her folds. As I sucked and flicked at her hard little nub, she cried out, thrashing around and knocking a picture off the wall. She’s moaned loudly, and I knew she was going to cum soon so I stuck two fingers deep inside her, pumping them to meet her unbridled desire. She couldn’t stop this now, she didn’t want to stop, and I loved every second of it.
“Yes,” I growled into her pussy.
“Fuck me, Brian,” she tried to breathe out quietly.
“You’ll come for me first, then I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never be the same,” I told her with a mouthful of that sweet pussy. She was writhing with me, grabbing at the wall around her. It was exactly how I wanted her. Begging for it.
“Please! Oh God!” She started convulsing and I could immediately taste her juices. I slowed the pace while she climaxed. Looking up at her, I could see her eyes closed while she was lost in the moment. As she came down from her high, I stood up and kissed her roughly. I wanted her to taste herself on me.
“You taste so fucking good,” I said as I dropped my pants and boxer briefs to my ankles, not even taking them off. “I’m not done with you yet,” I pushed her back up against the wall.
“Brian, I...” she began.
“I said no fucking talking today, Jo,” I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to fuck her into next week. The corners of her mouth turned up into a devilish little smirk, she knew what was coming. I picked her up by her naked ass, she wrapped her legs around me, and I lowered her onto my throbbing cock.
She moaned again loudly, and I fucking loved it. I didn’t care who could hear us. Once I was balls deep in her, I started pounding at her pussy, holding her up against the wall. She held onto my neck, panting and biting at my shoulder while I took all of my frustrations out on that delicious, wet pussy I just had in my mouth. She was bouncing up and down on my cock and I wasn't ready for it to end. I set her down and turned her around.
“Turn around,” I growled at her.
“I can’t… take…” she panted out, still obeying my command to turn around, and even spreading her little legs apart, knowing what was coming.
“Oh yes you can,” I pumped my cock in my hand a couple times, and smoothed my other hand over that juicy ass of hers, right before I smacked it. She jumped, startled.
“Brian!” she cried out. She didn’t move though; she actually backed her ass up closer to me, showing me she wanted more. So fucking hot. I lined my dick up to her slit and thrust it in all at once and smacked her ass again lightly. I knew I filled her up, and I could get so much deeper this way. I pumped into her hard, pushing her up against the wall, knocking more pictures and crap onto the floor. It made me even harder that she was moaning in pleasure, trying to quiet her own yells of ecstasy while pictures literally fell off the walls from our fucking. I reached around, and pulled her as tight to me as I could. I was so close, and I knew she was too, she was practically breathless, and I could feel her heart pounding against her chest.
My lips rested against her neck, while I continued to thrust into her, on a mission to ruin her. She’s mine. “Brian, I’m going to come, I can’t…” she whispered.
I felt her channel start to squeeze my cock with her release, and I pumped harder, wanting to come with her. She cried out, and I groaned as I emptied myself into her. She felt so good, and although I may have punished her pussy, she's covered in a slick sheen of perspiration, looking sated as well. I slowly pulled out with a groan, and released her from my grip, her skin was glowing pink where I smacked her ass and grabbed at her. Nipping at her shoulder before reaching down to pull my pants back up, I noticed she was quivering. I wanted to stroke her hair, hold her, but that’s not what that moment was about. It was a reminder of what animal passion we have.
Walking to my desk to grab tissues for her to clean up with, I watched her gather her clothes up and start to get dressed. She was still out of breath.
“Brian, that was…I…” she looked for the words, but couldn’t seem to figure out what to say. Good.
“Today isn’t for talking, Jo.” I reminded her in a gruff whisper as I reached down to gently clean up the mess dripping down her leg. She stared at me, mouth slightly open, clearly in shock.
I grabbed my shirt off the floor, putting it back on and then leaned up against my desk, arms folded, just watching her finish dressing. She put those tiny little shorts back on, and my dick started to twitch again. She had the sweetest ass I’ve ever seen. She opened her mouth to say something, and I held up a hand making the stopping motion.
“Don’t, Jo. Just go home. We aren’t talking about this today. I just can’t.” I went back around the other side of my desk and sat in my chair, pretending like I was going to get back to work, which was total bullshit. Her mouth was still open, and she was flushed all over, so fucking sexy. I wanted to kiss her so badly. I was so frustrated, but I couldn’t talk to her, I just couldn’t. With a stunned look on he
r face, she turned around and walked out. I watched that ass as she left. I laid my head on my desk letting out all the air I had sucked in while I was holding my breath to stop myself from saying more.
My legs were shaking from the fucking I had just taken, and my brain was in an overloaded electrical storm trying to process what had just happened. I attempted to jog back home, but basically trotted along or walked most of the way in a state of complete and utter shock. My legs were really not working anymore. Certainly not from running. Did I want that to happen? I certainly acted like I wanted it to happen. Holy shit. He devoured me, like he needed me. It was so fucking hot and he wouldn’t even let me speak. It’s a good thing too, because I would’ve done something stupid like stop it from happening.
I knew he was angry with me for pushing him away, but he was so turned on, so hard. It wasn’t like before. He was even more demanding and controlling, and now I’m insanely turned on again just thinking about it. What he did to me is unreal, I was consumed and couldn’t shake him loose. Do I even really want to?
Once I finally got home, I got in the shower and stood under the hot water for what seemed like an eternity. I was sore and my muscles were quivering. Definitely not from the run. He was right, I was feeling him. I felt him everywhere. Clearly, things are unfinished with us. Today isn’t for talking. I kept repeating those words to myself.
After the water ran cold, I got out, got dressed, and gathered myself together. I was supposed to meet Matt at the range in about an hour, and needed to get my two guns and other stuff together. Similarly, to my pink wrapped tools, I have a handful of gun accessories that are pink as well, like my ear protection, and my eye protection for the range. It was hot out today, but I wore jeans and a fire department t-shirt anyway, I don’t like to underdress for the range.
Matt was already there when I pulled up, setting up his guns. He had quite a collection including a couple rifles, three standard handguns, but then he also had a couple cool ones that he always let me shoot too. Jax was also there, setting up some of his guns. None of us had as many as Matt, he had become a bit of a collector over the last few years. Jax was a Marine, so he had a couple of pretty standard handguns as well as an AR-15, which was so goddamn fun to shoot. It made me giggle and laugh every time for some reason, it was so powerful.