by Xyla Turner
‘Okay,” I said as I rose from his lap.
“Bye, Kat,” his brother’s sang.
“Bye, guys.”
I tried to get away from them as fast as possible, but I couldn’t help but overhear one of them ask Vic, “Seriously, how did you pull her? She’s hot as shit and you’re like what, a seven?”
“Fuck you, man.” Vic replied with a laugh.
Another guy chimed in and said, “She is hot though.”
“All mine, too.” Vic exclaimed.
“Lucky, son of a bitch,” was the last I heard and then burst of laughter.
I shook my head.
Chapter Fourteen
Lives that Matter
VIC
By the time Kat and I got to her place, we were both pretty exhausted. We crashed on the couch and when I finally woke up, she had already started breakfast. I could smell the coffee and she wasn’t in my arms, like she had fallen asleep.
When I went to stand up, last night’s event flooded my mind and I fell back on the sofa. Three of my brothers were injured while trying to guard the protestors for the Black Lives Movement. The gunman was walking, turned and pulled out a revolver and shot eight rounds, emptying the chamber on the police. I was a little further away but we all saw it and drew our weapons on the guy while some of the people in the march, tackled him from behind.
Jug was shot in the arm, Melvin in the leg and Bob in the neck. As of early this morning, Jug and Melvin were doing fine but Bob was in critical condition, even though the blood had been stopped. We were all very hopeful and some of the guys were angrier than they already were. The argument was what if we marched about blue lives matter? It would be an outrage. We risk our lives every single day and we are put in harm’s way on a consistent basis, but why is there a need to point out just black lives?
I’m sure it would be an age-old argument for years to come but for once, after DaShawn’s death, I got a glimpse as to why they mattered. Being gunned down in the streets for no damn reason except to clean the hood.
Unacceptable.
I had a good mind to make Sever get another facial transformation. Shit, he’d probably have to if he was in my presence again. This all solidified my decision but I had to run it past Kat first.
After, I took a shower and toweled off, I came outside to see that Kat was watching the news on her iPad.
“Reports have confirmed that it was Laird Ishwar who shot and wounded three officers last night. It was in retaliation for the varied killings during the black lives matter march in downtown Brooklyn. The march was led by Methods and he volunteered the day before. The leader, Corey, had no knowledge of his attack and went on record to state that violence is not condoned or tolerated at these rallies. They march to send a message that is to ensure that people who have no voice and have been silent are being heard. That’s it.” She put the iPad down. “This is sad news and had many people flocking to social media sharing their disgust for the movement, the need and the injuring of authority figures.”
Walking to Kat, I wrapped my arms around her chest and whispered, “Good Morning.”
She cleared her throat and said, “I’m sorry. Good morning.”
The back of her hand wiped her face and she turned to me with a smile.
“You alright?” I asked.
“Uh, yeah.” Her face was wet and her eyes were red with emotion.
“No,” I said as I pulled her into me. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“It’s just sad, you know?” She pointed to her iPad. “This is so fucked up. I mean, when does it end. Now people are killing police officers. That’s not what the movement is about. It never was. It’s about equality and now there are folks tainting our message and that’s just sad. I feel like it’s going to be all out anarchy soon. When nobody gives a fuck about what happens to another. I don’t know what to do about that, Vic. I don’t want to live in that world. Shit, I need to move to Canada or something.”
I chuckled a little and kissed her forehead.
“Sweetheart, I hear you. I’m a police officer and believe me, I understand what you mean. However, if we need to move to Canada, then we can do that too.”
Kat’s eyes rested on me again, then she said, “If I moved, you would move too?”
“No,” I clarified. “I said, if we need to move to Canada. Whatever we decide to do, then we’ll do that.”
Her head turned and she muttered, “Breakfast is ready.”
“Kat?” My finger guided her chin back to face me. “What?”
She started to shake her head but I said, “Don’t give me that. Communication, remember?”
Kat sharp breath left her body, then she sighed, “Vic, it’s just we’re still new and very, very different. You know, from different parts of town. So, making declarations like that, I’m not comfortable with it and in the midst of recent events. It’s just, Vic, not as easy as I feel like you’re trying to make it.”
I let her go, grabbed both of her hands in mine and asked, “Do you love me?”
Kat blinked and then said, “What?”
“You heard me. Do you love me?”
She turned her head to the side as if she was contemplating my sanity. Then she nodded and said, “Yes, I’m falling in love with you.”
I mimicked her and my head bobbed up and down.
“Okay. Well, this is the deal. Kat, it’s me and you, sweetheart. I’m ready for you and I want to go to the next level. I’ll sit here and wait, but I need you to know that I am. This, us, is not to pass the time. I want to settle down with you, have little kiddies with you, and raise some city kids or be a sheriff of some small town. Fuck, don’t make me a bit of difference. I’m trying to do those things with you and that’s my line in the sand. Do what you will with that but whatever that is, we’re together in it. Got it?”
A small smile snuck on her face and she patted my chest.
“I got it, honey.” She sighed. “Go sit and I’ll bring your breakfast out.”
My hand had tapped Kat’s ass before I obeyed her. I loved when she called me honey or any term of endearment. It just reinforced that I had cracked that hard exterior that she guarded herself with. We had some ways to go, but I was determined to get there.
After we had finished eating breakfast, Kat stood up and said, “Well, I know one thing I could use after that meal.”
Putting my napkin on the table, I asked, “What’s that?”
Kat’s eyebrow raised and she said, “A workout.”
Then my woman took off her shirt and threw it on the chair.
Okay.
My eyes blinked and she had moved and was sashaying down the hallway and taking off her pants at the same.
Shit, she need not say any more as I quickly followed her to the bedroom, where she lay completely naked with her legs crossed. Her arms were behind her head and those perky breasts were sitting up and waiting for me to nibble on them.
“The guys wanted to know how I landed you.” I took off my pants.
“What’d you tell them?” She asked with a smile.
“That I begged, stalked, ran your records and damn near crawled until you finally said yes.”
“You didn’t do all of that.” Kat shook her head.
“Shit. Yes, I did.” I crawled on the bed and wrapped my hand around her mocha breast. “You are fucking gorgeous.”
“Well, Officer Ritter, you’re not so bad yourself. As a matter of fact, I’m a little thirsty.” Kat pushed me and hopped on top. As she kissed her way down my chest, stomach, thighs and back up my inner legs, my cock was erect and laying against my stomach. She kissed all around it, but wouldn’t touch him.
“Oh baby, don’t tease me.” I begged.
She moaned and slowly licked the underside of my cock until her lips grabbed the head.
Shit.
“Turn around, I want to eat too.” I told her.
Her eyes met mine with my head in her mouth and I swear, I could have burst right th
en and there. She was so sexy.
Once Kat turned around, I latched onto her clit and began to suck on it until she was rubbing her sweet pussy up and down my face on rhythm with her mouth on my cock. My hands were full of her ass as I helped her rock on me as Kat’s hands held on to my thighs. I couldn’t see it but she was trying to deep throat me.
This spurred me on as I began to flick my tongue against her clit and held her down, so I could feast on her. Her movements became erratic and I knew she was about to come. Pulling her down further, I began to suck on her nub and she erupted all over my face. It was hot, erotic and all fucking mine.
I lifted her, grabbed her hair; effectively pulling her from my cock with protest and mounted her.
“You taste so good,” I said, while opening her legs.
Those sated eyes landed on me and she lifted to kiss me and get a taste herself. Using that opportunity, I wrapped her left leg around my waist and slid inside of her tight canal.
Kat moaned in my mouth and snaked her arms around my neck, putting her hands in my hair like she always did and we made long, sweet passionate love.
There was simply me and her rocking to our own rhythm, she met each thrust and our lips stayed on each other’s ears, neck or lips. Her soft noises, my nips to her neck, and the nibbling on our ears, spurred me to come inside of her on a low growl.
Instead of rolling off, I laid there; partially on her and kissed every part of her face.
“Kat?” I whispered in her ear.
“Hmm,” she answered as she lazily drew circles on my sweaty back.
“For the record. I’m in love with you.” I said softly.
She kept drawing circles and said, “Since we’re on the record, I must say I’d be lying to say I wasn’t.”
“I know.” My lips grazed her neck and then I kissed her again. “I know.”
Kat and I went to downtown Brooklyn later that day to get some additional nursing uniforms but she wanted to ride the train because there was never anywhere to park in that area. On our way there, my arm was around her shoulders as we sat in the corner of the train. A few stops later, Kat grew very stiff. I looked down and asked, “What’s wrong?”
She said nothing so I followed her line of sight.
There was a familiar looking guy that was staring at her.
“You know him?” I asked.
She didn’t answer.
“Kat,” I shook her.
She jumped and then said, “Ugh?”
“You know him?” I asked again.
She nodded her head and then her gaze lifted. By the time I turned, he was standing over us and still staring at her.
“This your man?” He asked.
I grabbed her so we were standing because I didn’t want to be in a vulnerable position.
Her head nodded and I said, “I’m Vic, you?”
“I’m Don, Kat’s brother.”
“Well, nice to meet you.” I held on to her.
“How are you?” He asked her, with a scowl on his face.
“I’m okay. You?” She asked with watery eyes.
“Considering, holding up.” Don answered. “Heard about the shooting?”
She nodded.
“You were there?” Kat asked.
“Fuck yeah, I was there. Helped to tackle the guy.” He shook his head. “What the fuck?”
“Yeah, it’s just so much chaos. We were just talking about that earlier.” Kat added.
“With him?” Don pointed his thumb towards me and did not even try to lower his voice.
“Yeah,” Kat laughed. “I told you about him. He’s not like that.”
“Y’all do know he is standing right here.” I interjected.
For the first time, Don looked at me and said, “You look familiar.”
“Probably from the news,” Kat said. “He was interviewed after the kid, DaShawn was murdered.”
“Fuck me. You are him.” His body turned around to fully face me. “You were little dude’s mentor? You spoke at his funeral right and you’re a cop?”
“DaShawn?” I asked. “Yeah…” I cleared my throat as I tried to hold back any emotion that clouded my mind at the mention of what he and I were. “Yeah, he and I were friends.”
“Man, I’m sorry to hear about that.” Don’s voice softened. “Uh, I know what it’s like to lose someone close due to shit like that. We know.”
My eyes landed on Kat who turned away and then Don said, “I see now.”
He looked at Kat and said, “I see, now. Sorry, sis. You know I get shit twisted but I missed you.”
“Missed you too, Don.” She let me go and went to hug her brother.
Then she came back to me. Don saw this and said, “You was really going to cut me off for him, though?”
“Don!” She sighed. “I love him and I don’t really give a fuck what other people think about that. Not anymore. People don’t dictate who I can be with and I’ve never done that to you or Corey. So, I stand by what I said. You can talk about all the horrible cops out there all you want, but not this one. He’s not one of them and I’m not saying that because I love him but because I know for a fact, if it came down to one of them and me, he picks me. So, yeah, Don. I would pick him.”
Well, fuck me.
My girl put her brother, me, and everybody else on notice and in their place.
Don smirked at her and said, “Dad would be proud of you. I am too. But I get it now. Gotta re-evaluate some shit but I fucking get it. Good job. I guess I did something, right?”
“Of course.” She smiled.
The train announcer interrupted us and said, “Next stop, Bergen station. Next stop, Bergen station.”
“Well, that’s me.” Don nodded. “Aight, sis. We’ll have to have that dinner. I guess with him,” he pointed to me again. “Aight, man. Treat my sister right. Cop or no cop, I will come for your ass. I have no issues with going to jail over her.”
“Don!” Kat hissed.
He held out his hand and I took it and said, “Neither do I.”
Don laughed and patted me on the shoulder. As he left, he said, “I might like this cat.”
“Oh my God,” Kat shook her head and buried it deep into my chest.
“Well, that went well.” I laughed.
“Yeah,” she sighed and I swear, it seemed like she’d been holding that breath for months.
Her face brightened, her shoulders looked light and she was fucking glowing.
“That was bothering you, huh?” I asked.
She nodded with tears in her eyes.
“I figured, but thought you would share when you felt comfortable.”
Kat cleared her throat and said, “Yeah, I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable that we argued over you and we weren’t even together. I just didn’t want there to be something or your first time hearing about him and it was on bad terms.”
I could understand that so I nodded my head.
“Also, um, I haven’t told you this but you might have seen this in my records. My father was killed by a cop in cold blood and then his cronies came to my house and forced my brother to drop the issue. Physically harming him in front of me and would drive by the house to make sure we saw them. They even came by our school and threatened to separate us legally. It was a fucking nightmare, so that’s another reason why we were a part of the Methods. It was like a regaining of what was taken away from us. Not just our father, but our voice.”
Son of a bitch.
My blood started to boil as I thought about the old school way of policing. Shit, even the new school.
“Vic?” Kat patted my chest. “You’re turning red.”
“Fuck!” I growled. “I’m fucking sorry, Kat. That you guys had to go through that sort of bullshit. I became a police officer to make a difference. To be one of the heroes. Not that sort of bullying and brutality tactics. I’m so goddamn sorry. No wonder you were anti-cops.”
“It was a long time ago.” Kat tried to reason. “W
e’re slowly getting over it and making moves to change that way of thinking.”
“Still.” I shook my head. “Makes no fucking sense.”
Kat stood on her toes and kissed my lips, “Honey, I love that you’re outraged by the bad apples, but don’t let it mess up your mood. Okay?”
I nodded but since we were putting things out there, I said, “I want to leave the force and applying for the SWAT team.”
“Because of this?” She asked; eyebrows pulled together and mouth slightly open.
“No, no. I’ve been thinking about this for months now. I signed on to make a difference, Kat. I want to still do that.”
“Vic, but you are making a difference. If DaShawn or any of your other mentees were here, they could tell you how much of a difference, you actually have made. Don’t cut yourself short because of those bad apples. That’s not you, sweetheart. I know it’s not.”
“No, it’s not but I want to ensure that I’m in the right place, doing the right thing and with the right people. The SWAT team is more specialized and targeted. It’s not dealing with any and every call. There are specific reasons why the SWAT team is called and I want to do that. Direct my skills towards something more specific. I’ll still work with UNITE but these last few months, have had me evaluating why I do what I do and I’m not satisfied.”
Kat nodded her head and said, “I understand that.”
“What do you say?” I asked.
“About?”
“Me moving to SWAT?” I answered.
“Do what you feel is best.” She nodded in my direction.
“This is a ‘we’ decision, sweetheart. That’s my thought and I want to know if you’re okay with knowing that I may not come home one evening or be called to disable a bomb or some shit. That I may come through your emergency room doors on a stretcher. My current job has the same implications but just as SWAT is specialized, it’s also equally as dangerous, if not more.”
Kat nodded her head and turned away to look at the station panel.
“We missed our stop,” she said.
“The uniform store isn’t going anywhere.” I moved to stand in front of her gaze. “Are you okay with this?”