by Tyler, Paige
Like that little tidbit wasn’t going to make her more curious. She made a show of closing the small notebook she held and tucking her pen in the spiral. “Okay. Completely off the record, then. You have my word that none of this conversation will ever show up in any article I write.”
The two cops exchanged looks again, clearly debating whether to divulge this big secret of theirs. Finally Grant nodded. Jase still hesitated, but then turned back to her.
“Badge Bunnies.”
“Badge Bunnies?” Laci repeated. She had a sneaking suspicion what they were, but she wasn’t completely sure. “What’s a badge bunny?”
“Women who like to hang out with police officers,” Jase said.
Her first intuition had been right. “You mean, like cop groupies?”
“Kinda,” Grant said. “We like to call them badge bunnies, though, because they’re cute and cuddly and like to bounce around a lot.”
She could only imagine the kind of bouncing he was talking about. Sophomoric, yes, but hilarious, too.
She laughed. “Let me get this straight. You two get lots of action from women who like to hook up with you purely because you wear a police uniform?”
Jase gave her a hurt look. “I like to think our charming personalities and devastating good looks might also have something to do with it.”
Laci had to admit their looks alone would have probably been enough for most women—her included—but she wasn't going to mention that to Jase and Grant. The two hunky cops obviously already knew how attractive they were. But that didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun with them.
She sat back, notebook on her lap. “So, how exactly do you identify a badge bunny? Do they simply come up to you and tell you they’re card-carrying members of the bunny sorority, or do they give you some kind of secret sign—like making bunny ears with their fingers?”
Grant chuckled. “It's much more subtle than that. Usually, they’ll come up and start asking standard questions about the police profession. You know, what made us become police officers and what kind of training we’ve had.”
“From there, they move on to more personal questions,” Jase explained. “Like what our wife or girlfriend thinks of us being a cop.”
Laci felt her cheeks color. She’d asked those same questions. Did that mean they thought she was a badge bunny too?
Of course not. She was a reporter asking questions and they knew it—she hoped. There was no way they could know she had a thing for cops. Or that she completely understood how a woman might be turned on by the thought of bagging either one of them. Could they?
“I’m assuming you’re both speaking from personal experience when it comes to badge bunnies. Care to share any stories?” She gave them an innocent smile. “Nothing you tell me will end up in my article. Promise.”
The same couldn’t be said for her fantasies.
Grant and Jase looked at each other again, a little unsure. Grant shifted in his seat, repositioning his hand on the steering wheel.
“We only brought up the badge bunnies thing because we knew it’d amuse you,” he said. “We don't want you thinking either of us are out there sleeping with women left and right. That's just not how we treat women.”
That hadn’t even crossed her mind. “I know that. I would never put you two in the category of players out bagging women so you can cut notches in your headboard. I find the idea of women coming on to you guys because you wear a uniform to be fascinating, and I'd like to hear some of your stories. I’m sure you have some good ones.”
Her interest sounded casual, even to her own ears. Of course, the real reason she wanted to know about their experiences wasn't casual in the least—the image of them getting busy with a badge bunny was arousing as hell. Her pulse raced at the idea of them filling in some of the naughtier details.
Jase turned to give her an appraising look, his eyes smoldering. Could he see through her flimsy rationale for wanting to hear the two men talk about their sex lives?
“None of this goes beyond your ears?” he asked.
“Cross my heart,” she said.
Jase turned back to face front, eyeing the shops and people that passed by on their right. Laci thought for a moment he wasn't going to say anything, but then he spoke.
“The first time a woman came onto me while I was in uniform, I thought she was just trying to get out of the speeding ticket I was writing up for her. I was new to the force and hadn’t heard of badge bunnies back then. But she still wanted to meet me for drinks after work even though I gave her the ticket. I admit I was a little confused—I mean, I just gave her a ticket. She was attractive, though. So, I gave up trying to figure out her motives and agreed to meet her at a nearby bar after my shift. When I mentioned I might be late since I had to drive across town to change, she told to come in uniform. In fact, she insisted on it.”
Laci liked the woman’s style. She’d set eyes on Jase and immediately decided she wanted him. Laci didn’t think she could ever be that bold.
“When I get to the bar, Beth tells me they don't have her brand of alcohol and asks if we could head back to her place instead.”
“I guess you got the message she wasn't interested in drinks,” Laci said.
His mouth quirked. “Yeah, I kind of noticed that. I obviously wasn't complaining. Though I was curious. I'd never been picked up like that before.”
“What happened when you got back to her place?”
Laci berated herself even as she said the words. To say this line of questioning was unprofessional was an understatement. But she couldn't control herself. She had to hear more.
“Well, I think it's pretty obvious what happened. We had sex.” Jase gave her that appraising look again. “But I'm guessing you're looking for details.”
Thank God she wasn't the kind of person who blushed easily or she would have been scarlet. “Sorry. Curiosity is an occupational hazard for reporters. I understand if you're too shy to talk about it.”
Okay, so she was daring Jase. But she wanted him to talk, and she had the feeling his ego wouldn't let him back down from a challenge.
Apparently, Grant must have thought the same thing. He glanced at his partner, mouth quirking.
“The minute we walked in the door, she pushed me up against it and kissed the hell out of me.” Jase said the words as casually as if he were talking about the weather. “The next thing I knew she was on her knees in front of me unzipping my pants.”
Laci saw Grant glance at her in the rearview mirror. He was probably wondering if that was a little too much information. It wasn’t. In fact, she was waiting with bated breath to see just how far Jase would go with his story.
Jase’s mouth edged up. “I started unbuttoning my shirt, but she stopped me, telling me she wanted me to leave my uniform on.” His shoulders lifted in a shrug. “If she was that into the uniform, I was fine with it. As far as kinks go, it’s pretty tame.”
Well, that provoked all kinds of wicked thoughts. What kind of kinks was Jase used to?
Jase looked out the side window again, checking out the alleys as they passed. “Beth hauled me right out and started going down on me.” He paused, clearly savoring the memory. “Her mouth was incredible. I don't think I've been with a woman who was so enthusiastic about giving a blowjob.” He glanced over his shoulder at Laci. “You don't mind if I say blowjob, do you? I don't want to offend you.”
Laci shook her head, heat pooling between her thighs. “Of course not. I did ask. It’s not like I’ve never heard the word before.”
Grant’s mouth twitched in the mirror. When she’d first asked for details about the badge bunnies they’d hooked up with, she’d felt a little guilty for manipulating them, but now she got the feeling they might be the ones manipulating her.
“So, this Beth woman gave a killer blowjob, huh?” She could use big-girl words, too.
“That she did. Between the way she flicked the head of my cock with her velvety tongue and massaged me with h
er hand, I thought I was going to explode. And when she took me deep?” Jase shook his head. “It was tough holding back, I’ll tell you that. And that was in the space of a few minutes.”
Laci frowned. Zero to sixty in three minutes? Not good. But she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“You didn’t come, did you?” She hoped not. She was just getting into the story.
He gave her a broad smile. “Hell, no. I felt it was my duty to maintain the high regard Beth obviously had for the men in blue. I couldn't disappoint her. Besides, I wanted to come inside her. Although, I admit I was a little concerned about that. I mean, if her mouth had gotten me that hot, I figured I’d probably come unglued when I slid into her pussy.”
Laci hadn’t realized she’d gasped until Grant threw her a sharp look in the rearview mirror.
“I think that might have been too much information, Jase,” he said.
Laci blinked. “No!” She tucked her long, blond hair behind her ear and smiled. “I mean, of course not. I'm a reporter, remember? I hear much more graphic stuff than that in a weather report.” Okay, maybe not. “So, how’d you keep from coming?”
Good recovery, she congratulated herself.
Up front, both cops visibly relaxed in their seats. Wow. They’d honestly thought they might have gone too far. Not surprising, she supposed. They could probably get in serious trouble for telling her about their sexcapades. Well, they didn’t have to worry. She certainly wasn’t going to tell anyone. Heck, she could get in just as much hot water for asking them to tell her about the aforementioned sexcapades.
“I had to pull Beth off my cock before she went any further with that mouth of hers,” Jase continued. “She didn't want to stop, but I promised her she wouldn't be sorry.”
“Did you return the favor for all that pleasure she gave you?”
Laci tried to make the question sound as casual as she could, but it was hard to keep the excitement out of her voice. She desperately wanted Jase to say he’d licked Beth’s pussy. She could just imagine Jase's head buried between the woman’s thighs, his sensuous mouth glistening with her juices. The rhythmic pulsing between her legs made her squeeze her legs together.
Jase slanted her a look over his shoulder. “Who's telling this story, me or you?”
Laci held up her hands. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. Please go on. What happened next?”
He grinned. “I returned the favor.”
Grant chuckled. “So you could cool off.”
“There was that,” Jase agreed.
That was music to Laci's ears. She appreciated a man who knew how to hold himself back so the woman got off, too.
“Well, don’t stop there and leave us hanging,” Grant said.
It was Jase’s turn to laugh. “I put her up the kitchen table, then sat down on a chair between her legs.” He glanced at Grant. “I don’t know if you've ever tried that position, but it's a really great way to lick pussy. Got to be the most comfortable way I've ever done it.”
“Can't say that I have.” Grant’s gaze locked with Laci’s in the mirror. “Maybe I'll try it sometime.”
Laci felt her face heat. So much for not being the type who blushed easily. But how could she not, especially since she was already picturing Grant trying it out on her? If there was a kitchen table in the vicinity she would have been on it with her legs in the air getting her pussy devoured like a pie at the county fair.
Her breath came fast and hard, and she took a moment to gather herself. She shifted her gaze to the other cop. “Tell me, Jase. Are you good at licking pussy?”
The question was out before the thought formed fully in her head. Had she just really asked that? That had to be the most forward thing ever to come out of her mouth.
“You don’t have to answer that,” she said quickly. “You haven’t been read your rights or anything. No need to incriminate yourself.”
Jase let out a deep, sexy chuckle. “I think I waived my right to remain silent a while ago. And to answer your question, I think I lick pussy very well. Beth seemed to think so at least—if her screams were any indication.”
That was the answer she’d expected, of course. But still, the way Jase looked at her while he said it was enough to speed up the pulsing between her legs. She bet she was getting wet down there. Who could blame her? Picturing Jase's handsome face nestled between her thighs would get any woman going. If the two cops weren't sitting so close, she'd have her hands down her panties.
“I'm a little surprised the cops didn't show up, actually,” Jase went on. “Beth was really loud. She begged me to stop and take her right then and there on the table top. But considering the amazing blowjob she gave me, I wasn’t going to stop licking her clit until she came all over my face.”
Laci couldn’t find enough breath to ask if Beth did. She already knew the answer was a resounding yes.
“Were you right?” Grant sent a glance his partner’s way. “Did you come unglued when you finally slid in her pussy?”
Apparently Jase had never told Grant the story. That was kinda surprising. Maybe Jase wasn't the type to brag about his sexual conquests in front of other men. She was glad he didn't have a problem doing it in front of her.
“Oh, yeah.” Jase closed his eyes, smiling at the memory. “When she got those legs wrapped around me, I thought I was in heaven. Tight, wet and hot.”
“You did her right there on the table?” Grant asked.
“Damn straight. Almost broke the thing, we went at it so hard. When we came, I think my groans drowned out her screams. Well, maybe not. But you get the idea.”
The car got quiet after that. The way a bedroom did after a couple had a good, hard orgasm together.
“Did you spend the night?” Laci wondered aloud.
“Yeah. Barely made it to work on time the next morning. Beth has quite the…appetite.”
“Was it just a one-time thing, or do you two still get together?”
Laci told herself she was merely being a good reporter and following up on her initial question. Yeah, right.
“We hook up occasionally. If she's interested.”
“You’re okay with that?”
“Sure.” Jase glanced over his shoulder. “That's the important thing to remember about badge bunnies. Most of them aren't looking for a commitment. They're out to have some fun with a guy they’re attracted to.”
“One who just happens to wear a uniform,” Grant added.
The idea of a fling with a hunky cop like them—no strings attached—sent a thrill through Laci, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. When she finally got herself together, she discovered Grant studying her in the mirror again, a half questioning, half amused look in his dark eyes.
“I've heard about Jase's first run-in with a badge bunny. How about you, Grant? Care to share your first experience?”
“What makes you think I've ever hooked up with a badge bunny?”
“Reporter’s intuition.”
Grant only chuckled.
Jase snorted. “There might not be any concrete evidence, but you have a reputation for getting some serious bunny action, my man. Don't try and tell me you haven't been with more than your share of willing badge bunnies.”
“Maybe,” Grant admitted. “I sure as hell don't talk about it, though. And I wouldn't now, if it wasn't for the fact that it's Laci who wants to know and not you. But since I can't talk on an empty stomach, how about we put my story on hold until after we grab something to eat?”
“Sounds good to me.” Jase looked back at Laci. “You okay with that? Our treat.”
Laci would much rather have put lunch on hold and heard about Grant’s sex life, but sometimes you had to go along to get along. Or in this case, agree to let two hot cops take you to lunch in order to hear about their sex lives.
She smiled. “Sure.”
Chapter Three
Grant turned right at the next street and pulled into a parking lot of an old-fashioned lo
oking diner. A little worse for wear on the outside, it was the kind of restaurant she’d drive past without looking twice, but since Grant made a beeline for the place, she assumed they must eat there often. She’d take their word for it that the food was good.
The hostess confirmed Laci’s hunch about the two cops frequenting the diner. The moment they walked in, the gray-haired woman warmly greeted them by name and showed them to a booth by the window.
Laci ordered unsweetened iced tea, then excused herself to use the bathroom. The moment she was in the stall, she pushed down her jeans and panties and slipped her hand between her legs. Her pussy hummed beneath her fingers. She caught her lower lip in her teeth to stifle a moan as she made little circles on her clit. She was so excited. It wouldn’t take long to make herself come.
But just then the bathroom door opened. Her fingers stilled. She couldn't risk diddling her clit with someone just outside the stall. No matter how hard she tried to be quiet, she’d almost certainly moan a little when she came—she had a habit of doing that. She didn't want someone banging on the stall door, wondering if she was okay.
She quickly used the facilities, then went outside to wash her hands and freshen her make-up. To say her cheeks were a little flushed was an understatement. She was just putting on some powder when the other stall opened and the woman she’d heard earlier stepped out to wash her hands.
“Hi,” the woman said.
Laci smiled politely as she took out her lip gloss.
The woman dried her hands on a paper towel. “I couldn't help but notice the two cops who came in with you. Are you with them?”
Was that her way of asking if Laci was in their custody or something? “Yeah. We just stopped for lunch.”
The woman laughed and shook her head. “No. I mean, are you with them?”
The emphasis on the word with could only men one thing—she was in the presence of a real-life badge bunny. Or maybe a wannabe. A feeling of possessiveness suddenly came over Laci.
She lifted her chin. “Yes, I'm with them.”
“Both of them?”
Okay, that caught Laci off guard. Mostly because she hadn't given that aspect of the group dynamic any thought. Of course, she'd been thinking of what it would be like to have sex with Jase and Grant, but the idea of both of them together? It hadn't even entered her mind.