Dirty Cops Next Door

by Summer Cooper

  Adam drifted into a drunken, concussed sleep.

  7

  Jacky banged on the door again, still not getting any response. She’d rushed to Adam’s mansion the moment the plane landed. Nick tried to stop her, to change her mind, but she was too worried. She had to see Adam.

  The flight home felt significantly longer than the trip there. She wasn’t really in the mood for conversation, her mind was a mess. Nick kept trying to talk to her but she put her headphones in, blocking him out as best as she could to try and get her thoughts in order.

  He eventually stopped trying, took to getting drunk and watching movies on the fancy in-flight entertainment system until he eventually blacked out. She was somewhat relieved.

  It wasn’t that she regretted what happened the night before. It was beautiful; it was special. But she was confused by it and she didn’t know how to fit it into the framework of her current reality. She wasn’t sure what she felt. Part of her wanted to blame the alcohol but she knew it was more than that.

  At the same time, she’d seen so many women throw themselves at Nick’s feet over the years. She didn’t want to be another name in his little black book. She wasn’t sure any of it meant anything to him and the last thing she wanted was to be made a fool of.

  Then there was Adam to consider. Adam who still wasn’t answering the door despite her insistent banging. Her gate remote still worked and getting onto the property was easy, but he’d shut the security system from the inside and she couldn’t get in the front door. Fancy house with fancy security for a fancy fuck up.

  She was so worried about him. He’d always been the more sensitive of the two and the last thing she wanted was for a misunderstanding to ruin it all.

  But then again, what was this supposed misunderstanding? She did sleep with Nick in the end. But it wasn’t like that, she reasoned with herself.

  “Goddammit, Adam, just open up already!” she shouted at the door for the umpteenth time.

  Silence. Nick had wanted to come with her but she rushed out of the airport and flagged down a taxi, ignoring him. She needed to make sure Adam was okay and Nick would just add fuel to the fire. She wasn’t worried about him. He’d find another distraction soon enough.

  The only stop she made was at the store to finally get out of that damn black ball gown she still wore, swapping it for a more appropriate green summer dress. And sneakers. There was no way she was putting on those heels ever again. She felt instantly more comfortable. But still extremely restless.

  She wasn’t sure why she so anxious to see Adam. Only a few days ago she was actively avoiding him with every fiber of her being. Things couldn’t end like this, she wasn’t going to be the one who ruined the power duo.

  “Adam!” she pounded on the door, almost falling when it suddenly swung open unexpectedly… finally.

  “Adam.” She smiled with relief and pushed inside. Her look quickly turned to concern when she saw the state of him, dried blood from the car crash still smudged on his temples. “Jesus, Adam. What happened?” she reached out to him but she shrugged her off, turning around and walking away without a word. He looked as bad as he felt and his house was in an even poorer state. Her relief quickly turned to concern again.

  Jacky closed the door behind her and followed him into the house. It stank of stale beer and vomit. He still hadn’t said a word, simply went back onto the couch.

  “Adam, are you okay? Please talk to me,” she was starting to become panicked. She had never seen him in such a state. He was normally the more together of the group.

  “Why are you here, Jacky?” he finally said. He looked at her slowly, calmly, almost in a trance, like he wasn’t really there or really drugged up. Probably both. He never called her ‘Jacky’. It felt so formal. She felt like crying but she wasn’t sure why.

  “Because I’m worried about you.” She sat down on the couch next to him. He still wasn’t looking at her.

  “Since when do you care?” he spat out.

  “Don’t be like that, you know I care about you. You mean the world to me.”

  “But not as much as Nick?”

  “Nick has nothing to do with this. This is about you.”

  “About the one who isn’t good enough for you? I was never good enough. You know, I could still understand you choosing Paul over me. But Nick? I thought you were better than that.”

  “I didn’t choose Nick. I didn’t choose anyone. I don’t know what you think you saw when you stormed off that night of the awards, but it wasn’t that.”

  “So you didn’t hook up with Nick?” he asked accusingly.

  She lowered her head. She couldn’t lie to Adam.

  “I thought so,” he got up from the couch and poured another whiskey into a dirty glass on the bar counter. “Please leave my house, Jacky. I don’t want to see you right now. You’ve done enough damage.”

  “I didn’t want to complicate things…”

  “Is that why you pushed me away after our kiss the other night?” It was the first time they’d talked about it.

  “I was confused, Adam. I didn’t want to come between you guys…”

  “But you weren’t confused when you fucked Nick? I would ask ‘why him’ but I know the answer. Please leave now. I’m not going to ask you again.”

  She’d never seen this side of him. It was like talking to a stranger.

  “Adam, please,” she pleaded, tears snaking down her cheek. “I don’t know what do to.” Jacky looked down defeated.

  The sight of her in that state melted the anger and hurt he’d been stewing in since the awards.

  She looked up and they just stood there, looking at one another.

  “Adam, I don’t want to be these people,” she said earnestly.

  “Jax…”

  “I don’t know how we got here but I hate it. I can never not have you in my life, Adam. That is the only thing I know right now. I just want it to be how it was before. I can’t lose you.”

  He didn’t even care whether she meant singular “you” or plural “you”. He closed the distance between them and put his arms around her. Her sobs wet his shirt. He held her even tighter.

  “Adam, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, stepping back just enough to look at him, her sad eyes only inches from his. His compassionate brown eyes looked intently at her.

  This time it was Jacky who pulled him in for a kiss.

  “I think it’s ready now,” Jacky said as she turned off the tap in the giant bathtub in Adam’s master bedroom. “Come here,” she said, caringly looking at him.

  Adam obeyed, bringing his broken body closer to her in the candlelit room. She sat on the edge of the bath, one hand playing in the steaming water distractedly.

  She reached towards him as he stood in front of her, slowly unbuttoning his torn shirt, one button at a time.

  “Oh Adam, what did you do?” she asked as he revealed the bruised body beneath. She threw the shirt onto the carpet-less floor. He really never did get around to decorating the place. At least there was bath.

  “It’s nothing serious, merely scrapes and bruises. I think I drove into a stationary car when I came around the last corner too fast. But it wasn’t really fast at all. I never did learn how to drive that thing properly.”

  She put her hands tenderly on his chest. She was crying again, she couldn’t help herself.

  “Hey, Jax, don’t stress. I’m fine, promise. The car looks worse than I do. I never liked it that much anyway. It wasn’t my color,” he said, forcing a chuckle.

  “I don’t know what I’d do if I had lost you…”

  “But you didn’t. I’m here. Lesson learnt. I’ll take an Uber next time.” He knelt down in front of her, pulling her head down with his left hand so he could kiss away her tears. “I cannot stand to see you cry. I never could. It breaks my heart, something much harder to bear than a broken body.”

  “Silly man.” She laughed through her tears, pulling him towards her. He was still kneeling on the
tiles below her and she pulled him towards her chest. He rested his face in her warm bosom as she stroked his hair.

  She stood up and so did he. In the dim flickers of the candle light, she unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down. Adam stood in front of her in his white briefs, his body still perfectly toned despite the thin scrapes of dried blood from the shattered windscreen that had landed everywhere.

  Jacky pulled his underwear down as well, for the first time getting a sight of his beautiful cock only inches from her face. She smiled, looking at him in such an exposed state.

  Adam got into the bath, clenching his teeth as his wounds sunk into the warm water. He closed his eyes, lowering himself in slowly, his body parts disappearing one section at a time into the dark water. He slid all the way in until he was completely covered in the burning water, head and all.

  He came back up moments later, opening his eyes to stare at Jacky, water running down his face, dripping from his soaked brown hair.

  He smiled and grabbed her close with a sopping hand, pulling her face to his as he passionately kissed her.

  She didn’t even care that her new green dress was getting wet. So was she, in more ways than one.

  Jacky pulled away, taking the sponge lying on the side and carefully dipping it in the water. She gently washed the blood off his body, massaging the sponge over his tender flesh.

  “Why did you come back, Jax?” he asked earnestly as she worked her way over his body, her arm disappearing under the water too.

  “I’ve been asking myself that the entire time but I honestly don’t know.” She stared deeply into his eyes. “I just know I had to see you.”

  He pulled her closer for another kiss. Jacky completely lost herself in the moment, unable to hide her feelings for Adam any longer.

  Adam pushed her away and pulled himself out of the water. She stared at him confused, uncertain about what was going on. Did he not want her?

  Neither of them said anything.

  He wrapped one of the giant white towels over his toned, dripping body. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Even in the dim lighting, he was unmistakably handsome. She’d never looked at Adam in a sexual manner, but now she didn’t know how she’d ever look at him differently.

  He took her hand and led her away from the bath, leaving sopping footprints along the passage to the master bedroom. The giant room was bare except for a mattress on the floor. She didn’t know what else to expect but she also didn’t spend too much time thinking about it.

  All she could think about was how fast her heart was beating, how her pulse raced as she followed him to the tangled sheets on the mattress. The towel fell off as he lay down, his naked body sprawled on the expensive sheets. Adam pulled her down on top of him. She was still fully clothed in her damp green dress, the tight fabric clinging to her erect nipples.

  She hunched on top of him, his semi-erect penis pressing against her. He snaked his hands around her back, gripping the dress’s zip firmly as he tugged it down her naked back, splitting the dress in two as it fell over her shoulders, wet fabric clinging to her excited body.

  He ran his hands over her bare ass before pulling the dress over her head in one smooth sweep, discarding it on the bare wooden floor at the top of the three-story mansion he called his castle. His castle that now finally had a princess—one it had needed for so long. It was suddenly a fairy castle instead of a grim hideaway for a beast.

  Jacky wasn’t wearing any underwear under the now-discarded dress. She’d been in such a rush to get here, she bought the green dress and threw away everything she was wearing from the awards night still. The dress and sneakers. No underwear.

  She never expected the visit to go this way. But then, what did she expect?

  Her entire body felt on fire as he pressed her naked figure against his, devouring her lips in his. The feeling was almost unbearable, the anticipation. As he hungrily moved his lips to her left nipple, sucking them, teasing them, biting them gently but firmly, she felt her knees give way under her. His hard cock dug into her stomach. She could feel herself getting wetter.

  His other hand cupped her right breast, quickly kissing it before rolling her onto her back. Adam swung his leg over as he kneeled on top of her, slowly parting her lips beneath him as he guided his hard cock to her greatest desire. Despite his size, he slid right into her, slowly as her body accepted every inch of him.

  Jacky let out a groan as he pressed himself deeply into her, grabbing her tight ass towards him. He rhythmically rocked his hips, bending down to kiss her as he increased his pace. He pulled away a bit, only far enough to reach his hand down to her crotch, finding its way to her clit like a child on a treasure hunt. Another involuntary groan escaped her but there was nobody hear them for miles. They were inside Adam’s kingdom now and he was entering into hers.

  She could feel her body building towards a slow climax that built up rapidly as he moved inside her, massaging her clit between his gentle fingers in perfect unison. She had never felt so swept away before in her life. It felt like she was high, completely drunk, but she knew she was sober. He carried her away in his quickening rhythm.

  He opened his eyes suddenly, staring deeply into hers. In a perfect moment of climax they looked at one another, taking in each other’s faces, their essence in that exact second of release. He would never forget how she looked in that moment. His elation would always be imprinted in her mind.

  She didn’t know how loudly she screamed but she knew she screamed the moment he came inside her, at the exact moment that her body erupted in ecstasy! The perfect build-up to the perfect release.

  He fell down in a beautiful exhaustion next to her on the mattress. They were both panting.

  Adam held her tight as their sweaty bodies heaved up and down together, just enjoying the moment, the afterglow.

  She’d never had a cigarette in her life. But she suddenly felt like she could enjoy one.

  8

  It took a few seconds for the knocking in her dream to become a real sound as Jacky slowly awoke in the early morning sun. She moaned and turned around on her side, wrapping her naked body further into the warmth of Adam’s figure that still lay slowly breathing in heavy sleep pressed against her. She never wanted to leave the comfort of the mattress. For an instant her world was okay. But only for a moment. The knocking on the door grew more insistent.

  Adam groaned, rolling over as he slowly woke from his slumber. His entire body was in pain. The whiplash from his drunken excursion had finally sunken in.

  The knocking carried on, almost violently.

  “Jesus,” Adam moaned, forcing his body up from the floor. He sleepily picking up the towel from the floor, only noticing it because he stumbled over it. He wrapped it around his naked waist as he walked to the door.

  Jacky sleepily rolled over, slowly waking up, trying to piece her surroundings into a story. All it took was Adam’s smell on the bedsheets to remind her of where she was. She smiled, despite herself. It smelled like soap and passion spent.

  She was shaken out of her sleep instantly when she heard the familiar voices shouting downstairs.

  It was Nick. Fuck.

  She jumped up, pulling her dried green dress over her head and zipping it up as best she could.

  Jacky ran downstairs as fast as she could. But by the time she got to the two men, they already had one another by the chest. Rather Adam had Nick by the shirt, seeing as Adam wasn’t exactly wearing a shirt, or anything else except the towel that was still somehow tied around his waist.

  “Stop it!” she shouted at them but neither paid much attention to her desperate cries. It was like they didn’t even notice her there, despite her being the object they were fighting over.

  “What the fuck, Nick? What are you doing here?” Adam shouted, pushing Nick. He stumbled backward, the door hitting him between his shoulder blades.

  “You’re such an asshole!” was Nick’s only response as he ran towards Adam again, trying to punch h
im in the face. Adam ducked. They knew each other too well. Too many years of play fighting together; they knew the other one’s next move. Still, they tried.

  “I’m the asshole? You’re the one who can’t help but stick your dick into anything that moves,” Adam retorted, this time actually landing a punch on Nick’s jaw, albeit a sloppy shot that didn’t do much damage. His body was still in slow motion after the chaotic day before.

  Nick wasn’t in much better shape either. He’d been up since Jacky sped away from him in the taxi. He knew where she was going but there was nothing he could do. He pretended that he didn’t care. She was just another hookup. He went to the strip clubs. He saw his usual women. But nothing could get his mind off Jacky and the time they shared in Prague. Nothing had ever felt so real before. No other woman could erase that feeling, or at least the memory of that feeling, from his mind. It was the first time in his entire life that it all finally made sense. He felt comfortable in his world, content. The only feeling better than fleeting happiness.

  But she was gone. She’d run away to Adam. The only woman who’d ever mattered and she chose his best friend instead. Serves him right, he thought. All those years of treating women like amusements…

  Still, he couldn’t get the feeling of Jacky on his skin out of his mind, no matter how much he drank, no matter how much he stared at naked has-been-goddesses parading their worn-out naked bodies around the scarcely lit poles.

  By the time the sun came up and the barman ushered his drunk, exhausted ass outside, he was near mad with confused rage. Or at least it felt like rage but he had no idea what it was. He had never felt this feeling before. But all he knew was that he had to have Jacky; his life would be meaningless without her.

  He knew he’d find her there. Part of him had hoped he wouldn’t. But he knew enough to go to Adam’s house before even checking hers. He still wasn’t sure when he used his remote to get onto the property. But when he saw Adam open the door in that towel, deep claw marks running down his naked chest, that’s when he knew.