She rode him faster. Her sweet and breathy moans into his ear sent him spiraling to the edge. Her pussy tightened milking his cock he thrust deeper into her body.
“Derrick,” she called out, and her core pulsed sending him to climax in unison. Her body, slick with sweat, melded into his as sounds of their ragged breath filled the room.
He rolled to the side so her head rested on the pillow next to him. He couldn’t wait any longer. “Damn it, Jaz. That last night. Why’d you do it? They wouldn’t have found us if you hadn’t called out.”
She pulled herself up on one elbow and traced her fingertip along his lips. “Remember what we used to call each other.”
He smiled. “Bonnie and Clyde.”
She nodded and rested her head in the crook of his arm. “What started as a game of lifting packs of gum from convenience stores turned into something more. We moved onto bigger and riskier things. I became obsessed with the thrill of the heist, and I dragged you into my insanity. I saw it in your eyes. You started to crave the high, too. But you had so much more to lose. I was just some kid in foster care, but you had a great home, family, and so much potential.” A tear hit his chest as her hand trailed down to his stomach. “You were about to turn eighteen, and I knew it would be easier for your father to get you off as a minor. It wasn’t too late to set you on the right course that I’d steered you from. We were gonna get caught. It was just a matter of when. I figured it might as well be while there was still time to fix it. To fix you. I knew you’d hate me for it.”
Maddox pulled her on top of him, pinning her with his gaze. Her copper colored curls floated like a fiery halo around her face. “Hate you? No. Never. But I was pissed. My dad sent me packing to military school for my senior year.” Years later Maddox agreed it was probably the best decision his father made.
“Your dad scared the shit outta me, but whenever I saw him in his uniform I would wish I had someone like that to protect me. I always fantasized you would follow in his footsteps and become a cop, too.”
He tucked a strand of hair that covered her eye over her ear. “You did?”
“You weren’t a criminal, Derrick. You followed me on my adventures to make sure nothing happened to me. You were always there to protect me. Just like this ring.” She pulled at the chain and captured the ring in her palm.
She had no idea how on the mark she was. He cupped her face into his palms. “Fuck, Jaz. You were my life, and then you were gone. I went out of my mind worrying about you.”
“The worst part for me was thinking you hated me. I wanted so much for you. You were better off without me,” she said.
“I wish you’d let me make that decision. Promise me you’re clean now. No more heists.”
“I’m squeaky clean. Just trying to make an honest living, although I won’t lie. Being around all those diamonds made my heart race today. One of those babies would keep me very comfortable for a while.” Her eyes flew open. “That reminds me, I have to send my pictures to Jimmy’s contact.”
She wrapped the bed sheet around her body and pulled her phone from her purse. Tapping the screen, she tossed the phone to Maddox. “Do me a favor and read me that email address.”
Her phone’s screen displayed her text history. Most of the phone numbers weren’t assigned to contact names. Maddox sat up and rubbed the back of his neck. “Where’d these messages come from?”
“Jimmy’s contacts at the news station, I guess. He said he’ll get me an interview.” Jaz pulled out a thin laptop from her bag and connected a wire to the camera she fished out of her jacket pocket. “What’s the email address?”
Maddox read it to her and memorized the two numbers from the incoming text messages. “You don’t think this all sounds fishy, Jaz?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Jimmy wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. He’s trying to help me. The least I can do is do him a favor.”
Twin emotions, of rage seething beneath his skin and the need to protect Jaz before she got deeper involved, bubbled inside him. He had to get out of there to get the numbers checked out. He had to do something. Whipping the blanket from his body, he collected his clothes and stormed into the bathroom. He tapped a text to the station before pulling on his shirt and pants. He padded out of the bathroom in his bare feet and slipped on his shoes without bothering with his socks.
“You’re leaving?” She looked up at him with eyes filled with tears.
“I have to,” he said, gathering her into his arms. “For now at least. Listen to me. Don’t be naïve, Jimmy is not who you think he is. Trust me on this. I’ll see you soon.” He kissed the top of her head and strode from the hotel room.
Chapter Four
“The way you’re staring at that thing, you’re gonna burn a hole in through the screen, Mad Dog.” Turk nudged him on the shoulder and handed him a Styrofoam cup.
“Where’d this come from?” They had been sitting in a van across from Weatherby’s for the past four hours. His eyes were trained on the monitor, but his mind was on Jaz. It’d been three days since he left her hotel room. Three days since he’d fucked her and left her. At least he was sure that’s how she’d feel about it. He felt like a world-class asshole for doing it, but he’d had no choice. It was the only way he’d have the chance to send Vino to prison where he belonged.
“I had one of the newbie officers drop it off. Didn’t you see him? Shit, Mad Dog, you’re losing your edge.”
“My edge is fine,” he grumbled. “Cheers to the newbie.” Maddox tipped his cup to Turk’s.
“Looks like we have some action.” Turk pointed to the monitor.
Maddox’s eyes blurred from squinting at the tiny screen. Don’t be in the car. Don’t be in the car. “Fuck, she’s in the car.” He slammed his fist on the makeshift table, sending the monitor crashing to the van’s floor. He caught a glance of her profile through the windshield of the car that parked at the end of the block, and he didn’t need to see anymore.
Turk ignored the busted monitor on the floor of the van. “Are you gonna be able to do this?”
“Yeah, let’s go get my girl,” Maddox said.
****
“You with me or not?” Jimmy asked as he tucked his handgun into his jacket.
Her heart raced at the sight of his gun. “Hold on. What the hell is that for?”
He laughed. “I thought you were smarter than that, sweetheart. Did you really expect me to break into Weatherby’s without a gun?”
A shiver raced down her spine. She glanced out the window to the store across the street. “What do you mean, break into Weatherby’s?”
“Just what I said. Come on, you knew what this was all about. Don’t play stupid with me. You want this as much as I do, Jaz. We’re cut from the same cloth.”
“No.” She shook her head.
“No, what?” Jimmy asked.
“No, we’re not. I’m not with you on this. I’m getting out of here,” Jaz said, reaching for the car door.
“Well then, your cop boyfriend is going to have a nice surprise when he shows up and finds you dead.”
Jaz stopped and turned to Jimmy. “What are you talking about?”
“Mad Dog Maddox is one of NYPD’s finest. But not fine enough to put me behind bars. It was a bonus you two knew each other because it makes it even more easy to get away with this.”
“Derrick isn’t a cop.”
Jimmy raised his eyebrows. “He didn’t tell you? I guess he was too busy fucking you in your hotel room. I spotted him talking to you in Weatherby’s before I walked in and had you followed that night after you left. I thought your connection with him would fuck this up, until I figured a way to make it work my favor.” He opened his car door and hit the lock. “Don’t go anywhere.” He moved to the other side and opened her door. Grabbing her forearm, he pulled her out of the car. “If you yell or do anything to call attention to us, you’re dead.”
“You really think you can get away with this?” she bit out.
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br /> His grip on her arm tightened as he pulled her into the alley alongside Weatherby’s building. “I already have, sweetheart. Thanks to your pictures, we found a weak spot in Weatherby’s security. My guy is in the store clearing out their spare safe they brought in for the grand opening. It’s not the heist of the century, but it’s enough to keep me comfortable for a while.”
“If you have a guy doing your dirty work, why are we here?” she asked, scanning the area for any sign of help.
“There’s an issue getting out of the store without tripping the alarm. That’s where you come in.” He pointed to the steel door. “There are three doors my guy needs to get through, this one and two others. The first one on the inside needs two people to open it.” He inserted a key into the outer door. “I have the key but not the alarm code. As soon as I open the door a silent alarm will tip off the cops and your boyfriend will come running. But he won’t do anything because if he does, I’ll pump bullets into your pretty little skull.”
Jaz caught a movement in the shadows of the alley from the corner of her eye.
“You underestimate me, Jimmy.” Maddox stepped from the shadows, his gun drawn and pointed to Jimmy’s head.
Jimmy’s evil laugh echoed through the alley. “I expected you, Mad Dog. You couldn’t get the job done the first time around so you’re here to try again. Well, guess what? Either you help me get away with my package, or you’ll have a dead girlfriend to deal with. You don’t want me to mess up this beautiful face, do you?”
“Let her go, she has nothing to do with this,” Maddox said in a calm voice.
“I’ll let her go when you let me go. One hand washes the other. That’s how it works,” Jimmy yelled.
Jaz shivered in the dark alley between the two men she thought she trusted, but both held secrets from her over the course of a few days. One man lied to benefit his own selfish needs, but the other withheld information to protect her. Her gaze washed over Derrick in his cop uniform, and she’d never been so proud of anyone in her life.
“Don’t let him get away with it, Derrick,” she shouted and kicked Jimmy in the shin with her heel.
“Bitch!” A shot rang out like an explosion as she was thrown against the store’s brick wall. Her head took the brunt of the force. Jaz cried out from the pain slicing through her scalp before she slipped into the dull warmth of fuzzy darkness.
****
“Jaz. Come on, baby. Jaz. Wake up.”
The words registered, but she felt like she was swimming through a fog. She moved her head to the side, and she winced from the shooting pain. She willed her eye to open. “Derrick?”
“It’s me, baby. I’m here. You’re going to be okay.”
She blinked, and he came into focus. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you about Jimmy.” She tried to sit up.
“Don’t. Just stay there. You hit your head bad, and you have a slight concussion. But the doc says you’ll be fine. You just need to stay here for a day or two.”
Jaz nodded. “Where is he?”
Maddox laced his fingers with hers. “Vino’s finally in jail where he belongs, thanks to you.”
“Me? I don’t understand.”
“We got his whole confession on tape from the alleyway. You got him talking. Let me tell you, Ms. Silver. As soon as the tape becomes public at his trial in a couple months, you’ll have every news station in New York begging you to work for them. But until then, I’m keeping you to myself.”
Chapter Five
“Hey there, beautiful.”
Jaz blinked the sleep from her eyes before focusing on the voice’s owner standing in the doorway. “Hello, Officer. Are those for me?” A summer full of butterflies fluttered in her belly as Derrick removed his hat and strode into the room. His uniform shirt hugged his broad chest and tapered to his trim waist. He held a bouquet of her favorite flowers, Gerber daisies in every imaginable shade.
“Doc says you can go home today.” He leaned over her bed and planted a soft kiss on her lips.
Home. The sound of that word always stressed her out. She never lived in a place she considered a home.
He sat on the edge of the bed and traced his fingers along her jawbone. “What’s the matter, love? Your smile just disappeared. Don’t you want to leave the hospital?”
She laced her fingers with his and pulled his hand to her chest. “I can’t wait to get out of here. But I have a lot to figure out.”
“From here on out leave all the figuring out to me. It’s time to let someone take care of you. You’re coming home with me where I can keep an eye on you.”
“I-I can’t impose on your life, Derrick.”
“That wasn’t a question. You’re moving in with me.”
“Is that an order, Officer?”
“Damn right. Got a problem with that?”
“Not as long as you wear that uniform.” As if on cue, sunlight filtered through the window blinds of her stark hospital room.
****
Maddox pulled his squad car to a stop along the curb next to his modest house. “It’s not a trendy loft in SoHo, but it’s home.”
“I’ve always loved Brooklyn. It’s perfect.” Jaz squeezed his hand as Maddox helped her from the car.
He turned the key in the lock and pushed his front door open. “Welcome home, love.” Maddox slid against the wall the small suitcase he’d retrieved from her hotel room and watched Jaz survey his small but neat living room and kitchen.
Her eyes settled on his drum kit in the corner. “You learned to play?”
Maddox chuckled. “Yeah. I’m not great, but it’s a good stress reliever. How about the grand tour of your new home?”
“What I’d really love is to sit on that extremely comfortable looking couch.” She pointed to his favorite piece of furniture, a hunter green sectional. She sank into the sofa with a sweet sigh and patted the cushion next to her. Maddox let out a deep breath and unbuckled his holster, which he placed on the coffee table with his hat before sinking into the sectional next to Jaz. Between throwing Vino in jail and Jaz landing in his life, he’d felt like it was all a dream. But at that moment it finally clicked that it was real. He leaned the back of his head against the pillow, wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his chest. Her finger traced the outline of the NYPD badge.
“You did it. You really became a cop. I’m so proud of you.” Jaz tilted her head and beamed at him with her beautiful eyes.
“About that. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you.” He’d felt guilty as hell about keeping it from her.
“Shh.” Her fingertip found his lips. “I don’t need an explanation. But I do need something else.”
“Damn it. I’m a sucky host. What can I get you? Water? A soda? I may have some orange juice left.” Maddox leaned forward, but Jaz pushed him back against the cushion.
“Everything I need is right here,” she purred and slid off the sofa. She nudged his legs apart and knelt between them before plucking his hat from the table and perching it on her head. His authoritative police hat on her sea of unruly red curls did torturous things to his cock. Her tantalizing dance continued when her hands slid up his thigh and found the button and fly of his pants.
“Jaz, love. You don’t have to do this. You should rest.”
A playful smile crossed her lips. “I don’t feel like resting right now,” she said, palming his raging hard-on.
“Fuck.” He pushed the fabric of his slacks and boxers down, freeing his erection. The innocence in her eyes as she licked the length of his cock almost had him coming on contact. She took him into her mouth, the wonderful suction from her hollowed cheeks surrounding him in warm bliss. He pinched the brim of the hat between his thumb and index finger and tossed it back on the table before raking his fingers through her hair. Any fantasy he could conjure in his mind couldn’t come close to the view of her lips around his cock. Her moss colored eyes locked on his as her tongue swirled around his head. He rocked his hips as she took him comp
letely into her mouth and her pace quickened. Her curls brushed the top of his thighs, eliciting a shiver through his body. Damn it. He wouldn’t last long. He teetered on the brink of falling into the waves of pleasure Jaz so willingly offered. His self-control flew out the window when her hand trailed up his thigh and cradled his tightening balls.
“God, Jaz. I’m gonna come,” he gritted through his teeth as he fisted her hair. She greedily took everything he had as he spiraled into heated euphoria.
Maddox pulled her into his lap and cupped her cheeks. The sight of her lips, still red and puffy, made him hard in seconds. He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of the day, and the rest of his life, rediscovering her. “I want you in my bed. Now,” he whispered.
“Is that an order?”
“Damn right. I don’t suppose you have a problem with that.” He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger.
“Not at all, Officer,” she said with a wink.
The End
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WILDE START
Susan Hayes
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Chapter One
Chicago after dark was a different city from the one most people knew, but Officer Brian Wilde wasn’t most people. He was a beat cop on the night shift, and after two years of walking the streets, he’d seen his share of darkness and violence. Still, he wouldn’t trade jobs with anyone else in the world.
“No!” A woman’s outraged scream tore through the rain-soaked night, and he broke into a run. By the time the woman screamed again he was at a full sprint, leaving his middle-aged partner panting in his wake.
“I’ll call it in,” his partner called as Brian raced ahead. He charged down the street, dodging the handful of people that were out despite the torrential rainfall.
“Help! Someone, please help me.” This time the broken cry was closer, but a note of pain had replaced the outrage and fear he’d heard before. The sidewalk ahead of him was empty for the rest of the block, so where the hell was the victim?
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