Dirty Cops Next Door

by Summer Cooper

  “We’ve chatted a couple of times.” She protested, looking defensive.

  “A few but not for long. About the weather, about the seasons, but nothing involved. So what was the occasion? New job? Moving?” Liam looked curious as he picked up the hose pipe to rinse the car off.

  Jessie looked away from him, that chest too much temptation to stare at. She noticed a tattoo across his back, it looked like angel wings but she wasn’t sure yet. When he turned to spray the car she saw they were wings in a tribal style that spread from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. Her mouth became a pool of saliva as she looked at him from the back, his body gloriously cut and shaped.

  Liam finished rinsing the car then went to the garage to open the door. He came out on a black BMW motorcycle. Being a novice to motorcycles Jessie didn’t know anything about it other than the fact that it said BMW on the side.

  “Are we going to wash that too? Is this my penance for going home early last night?” She joked.

  “Oh no, it’s a nice day so I thought we’d take this instead of the car. Unless you’re afraid? I have an extra helmet.” He held the helmet up, waving it at her with a quirked eyebrow.

  “Ah. I’ve never been on one before.” She told him, looking at the bike with anxiety.

  “There’s nothing to it, you just lean with it and don’t try to jump off.” He told her, pulling a shirt out of the car and putting her things in a saddle bag. “Hop on, you’re perfectly safe.”

  Jessie took his words as a promise and hopped on, her legs sliding along his thighs as he started the motor. It wasn’t as loud as some she’d heard but there was a quiet vibration she found rather enjoyable. Jessie suppressed a giggle and put her feet on the pegs as her arms slid around Liam’s waist. This was going to be an experience.

  Jessie had settled in for the ride, hoping she was sitting correctly, when she heard Liam’s voice in her head. Or maybe it was the helmet.

  “You alright back there? You can talk to me, there’s a mic in your helmet.” He ended the speech with a slight chuckle as he felt her jump.

  “Oh that is really cool.” She said, then realized he could hear her when he chuckled again.

  “Yes. So about last night? Did you win the lottery by any chance? Or maybe you finished college?”

  “Oh, no, I finished college three years ago. I’m a web designer. I work for a company over on the other side of the city but I work from home when I can. Nothing can beat working in your pajamas.”

  “I believe I could think of a few things. If not graduation then what? Something set you off last night.”

  Jessie gave him credit; he was definitely an observant fellow. She realized then she’d evaded his question many times, though she hadn’t meant to exactly. She was distracted by his presence, not avoiding the question.

  “My divorce papers came yesterday, the final decree that means I’m a free woman. It wasn’t a happy marriage so I went out with my friends to celebrate being free of that lunatic finally.” Jessie made herself stop, she knew men didn’t like to hear about a woman’s crazy ex-husband any more than women liked hearing about crazy ex-wives.

  “Now that is a reason to celebrate.” Liam said with a fake southern drawl. “We gonna have to take you out for a real meal then, missy. Make this a proper celebration. I bet I can even put a barbecue together later. You want to invite some of your friends and I’ll invite mine?”

  “That actually sounds really nice. I can stop on the way home and pick up whatever is needed.”

  They discussed a menu and made a list. Liam gave her some money to help pay the costs because she insisted on paying for half, and she headed off to the grocery store.

  Three hours later her friends were standing around Liam’s back yard, once more discussing the fine quality of the man’s bottom when Jax sauntered in. He was dressed in dark blue denim, a black t-shirt, with a black bandana over his head. Obviously he’d come in on the motorcycle they’d heard.

  He walked over to Liam to greet him and Liam pointed out Jessie. She felt her cheeks turning red and waved as he walked over to her.

  “Hi there. I hear we’re celebrating you being a free lady. Congratulations.” He leaned down to kiss her cheek politely, his eyes hidden behind a pair of black sunglasses.

  Jessie squinted up at him and wished she’d brought her own, they’d have been something to hide behind if nothing else.

  “That I am. How are you today?” Jessie thought it was a stunted, typical question but it was all she could think to say. Her brain was going into overdrive again.

  “Doing alright now that I’m here.” He said, obviously not in the mood for a lot of words. He pushed his sunglasses up and she could see his gaze was locked onto her. “So what do you want, sausage or chicken?”

  For a moment Jessie looked confused then realized what he was asking her. “Oh, I’m going to have one of both. That special sauce Liam made up tasted heavenly when I tried it earlier and I love smoked sausage so yeah, greedy cow, aren’t I?”

  “Hey, that’s cool. I like a girl that knows her own mind and likes to eat. Should I bring you a plate?” He asked with a smile that melted Jessie’s knees.

  She plopped down in a seat beside her friend Megan and shook her head, a besotted look on her face.

  “Girl, you got it bad. For two of them. I’m surprised they aren’t fighting over you already all the signals you’re throwing out to them both.” Megan didn’t look judgmental or put out and Jessie smiled.

  “How hot would it be to have both?” She whispered in Megan’s ear, earning her a shocked look from her friend.

  “Seriously? Have they offered that?” Megan gasped back quietly.

  “No, but it’s all weird, they aren’t fighting or being asses, they’re both acting like normal men interested in a woman. I kept thinking about it last night and was on the verge of begging for it, oh, I’ll tell you later.” Jessie said as both Jax and Liam came over, Liam bringing chairs with him.

  “Liam said you made this potato salad, Jessie. That’s the best potato salad I’ve tasted in years, girl.” Jax said as he handed her a loaded plate, and one for Megan. “I didn’t know what you’d want Sweet Meg, so I brought you a little of everything.”

  Megan twittered as she took the plate and filled her mouth with potato salad in a move Jessie knew was meant to keep her from saying something embarrassing. She’d done it herself. Jessie looked over at Megan and winked, teasing her friend, and Megan spluttered, laughing as she tried to swallow her food.

  Liam walked off, and then came back with two bottled beers, handing them to the ladies.

  “I think you two need these to cool yourselves down a little. Something’s got you all flustered.” Liam used that fake southern drawl again and Jessie howled with laughter, something incredibly funny about the situation.

  The rest of the day went well and Jessie stumbled home with a very tipsy Megan in tow around 2 am. They’d laughed, they’d joked, they’d been serious and discussed Jessie’s past, and the others told their tales, though she doubted anybody would remember the next day.

  Around lunch time Jax and Liam came over to ask the ladies if they wanted to go out for a ride. Megan pleaded with her tummy and head, saying she didn’t want to be sick all over anyone but she insisted Jessie go with them. Megan was curious about how this was all going to turn out and whispered to Jessie that she’d better not chicken out before pushing her friend out of the front door.

  Jessie rode with Jax this time on a bike Jessie couldn’t identify but it looked like the typical biker’s bike to her, even if she didn’t know what the insignia meant. Jax had the same kind of helmets as Liam and they spent the ride talking about him, Jessie insisting he stop making her talk about herself.

  “I don’t think I know what you do for a living, Jax.” Jessie thought to ask.

  “I was a fireman, I worked over in the city, but I left that when my father passed away and left me his bike shop. This bike is one of his creations.�
�� Jax told her, and Jessie was stunned.

  “Wow, you create machines like this? That is awesome. And you were a fireman. Wow, hats off to you Jax, you’ve lived an interesting life so far.”

  “It pays the bills.” He said without giving away that his business was one of the most profitable on the east coast and had netted him a rather large bank account.

  They drove out of the city and into the countryside, the summer air cooling the heat from the pavement of the road. Jessie loved the exhilaration of being on a bike and watched the scenery going by. Before long they pulled off at a farm and drove back into a long stretch of woods to the farmhouse.

  “This is our friend Jakes place. I guess to an outsider, we kind of look like a gang but it’s really just a group of us that get together from time to time. Keeping it closed keeps people from peeking in, asking questions about what we’re doing. Nothing illegal, mind, just things we’d like to keep to ourselves.”

  Jessie found his words ominous but the laughing smiling people around her proved she had nothing to worry about. As soon as the bikes stopped, the crowd gathered around, pulling Liam and Jax to one side with the men and Jessie to the other with the women. Both sides were busy cooking on grills and camp stoves, chatting back and forth as though Jessie had always been a part of the group.

  Jessie learned from watching them all that the women were treated as equals, they weren’t property, as she’d expected from stereotypes about bikers she’d absorbed somewhere along the way. Many had their own bikes, their own businesses, and lived a happily married life. None of them seemed to be the housewife, stay at home and be a doormat type that Jessie’s ex-husband had wanted her to be, something she’d expected the men here would want from their women.

  Jessie wasn’t sure why she expected subservience really but what she saw at that party was nothing like it. If anything the men catered to the women, helping them when they needed help the same way the women did for them. Jessie tried to stay in the background where she could observe what was going on and watched as Liam and Jax joined in a game of horseshoes and other games. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected now but this happy group of people wasn’t it.

  A few hours later, as the sun was going down, Jessie started to get tired. She couldn’t find Liam or Jax, however, so she started wandering around and found herself over by a barn. There were a lot of voices and noises coming from the barn and Jessie assumed the men might be in there. Then she noticed what sounded like moans and delighted cries of pleasure. Her eye widened as she stood still listening at one window placed just over her head.

  Then Jessie heard what sounded like words of encouragement and the cries of pleasure grew louder. Far too curious now she looked around for something to stand on and found a plastic crate. She was just stepping up on it when she felt an arm go around her waist and she was pulled into someone’s arms.

  “Oh madam, I don’t think you’re quite ready for that yet.” She heard Jax say just before his lips came down on hers.

  “But what is it?” She asked when he pulled away. The thought was left over from before his lips came down to hers and stole all of her thoughts but that one. Jessie lifted her fingers to her lips and felt them, marveling at how wonderful Jax' kiss had felt. She could feel a path of warmth burning all the way down to her toes from that kiss. Now what was it she’d asked him about again?

  When a loud shout of satisfaction came from the building Jessie’s eyes widened once more and she looked at Jax. He just chuckled and pulled her away.

  “No. You aren’t ready for what’s going on in there at all, missy. Let’s get you home.”

  Jessie went home alone, disappointed that there were no more kisses in store but she had a lot to think about. Such as that kiss, and what exactly was going on in that barn? Jessie fell asleep with the sounds coming from the barn coloring her dreams while Jax’s kiss was the theme. Except in her dream Liam joined him and they took turns, their tongues exploring her mouth one at a time. Their fingers had both touched her and were travelling down her stomach when a loud banging woke her up.

  “Jessie! Jessie! Get your worthless tail out here!”

  Jessie awoke with fear clutching at her heart. She knew that voice and she knew the sounds of those fists. Her ex-husband had come for a visit.

  3

  Jessie hid under the covers, not wanting to face what was right outside of her door. She thought these stupid late night drunken visits were over now but apparently Michael had different ideas. She was just about to open the door and tell him to hit the road, but with more swear words, when she heard an odd thump.

  “What the hell, man?” She heard Michael whine.

  “That, sir, is Jessie’s house. It’s not yours. You don’t get to come here in the middle of the night, roaring like an animal for her to get her “tail” outside. She is a free woman and if you are who I think you are then she’s done with you. Now I suggest you leave and never bother her again, unless you want your ass stomped into a bloody puddle on her concrete driveway.”

  Jessie’s jaw dropped as she heard Liam’s voice. The raw anger in his voice, the barely controlled rage, was eye-watering. She’d hate to be Michael.

  “Who the fu…” Michael didn’t get to say anymore because Liam punched him right in the side of his jaw. Michael’s head spun around, and then his body followed.

  Jessie thought she’d best go out before it went too far. Liam was a strong, protective man. He wasn’t going to put up with Liam, she knew.

  “Michael go home.” She said calmly, pulling her robe around her body tightly.

  “I was just leaving. Have a nice life Jessie.” Michael’s voice had lost its drunkenness but there was still a slur, a slur caused by a fist to the jaw.

  “I will Michael, kindly fuck off now.” Jessie told him, pulling Liam into her house.

  Liam watched at the door until Michael drove away then went to check Jessie, sitting at her dining room table.

  “Sheesh that guy is an ass, Jessie.” He said, sitting at her table.

  “He is. I’m sorry. And thank you. Would you like a drink? A steak for that hand?” She looked at his knuckles and saw they weren’t even grazed but his hand would probably be sore by morning.

  “No, I’m good, just wanted to check on you. Want me to sleep on the couch tonight?” Liam’s tone was serious but Jessie wanted to make a dirty wisecrack. Liam brought them out in her.

  “I’d prefer you were in my bed.” She slapped her hand over her mouth before grinning and going on. “Sorry. No, I’ll be fine and we both have to work tomorrow so head on home. Michael’s been put in his place at last. Hopefully we won’t ever see him again.”

  “Your wish is my command, madam.” He bowed at the waste, kissed her on the top of the head, and disappeared.

  Jessie went back to bed knowing that Liam was only a house away and there to protect her if she needed it.

  Jessie spent the week exchanging texts with both men, both fully aware of what was going on, and was bursting at the seams for the weekend. They had asked her if she wanted to go back to the farm that weekend. She’d gone over to see Liam at his house, Jax present as usual since Michael’s visit, and they’d discussed the farm more.

  “I think you’re perfectly aware of what was happening in that barn weren’t you?” Jax asked, his fingers brushing against Jessie’s thigh as they all sat in a swing in the backyard, watching the sun go down. Jessie was in the middle of Jax and Liam and her head rested on Liam’s shoulder.

  “Oh, there was no mistaking what was going on in that barn.” Jessie said, her blue eyes swinging around to Jax’s grey ones. Jessie’s eyes shone with excitement while Jax’s were studying her, looking for any hesitation or doubt.

  “If you’re sure then. You don’t have to get involved in anything you don’t want to, no is no, and you’re free to do as you like. Anything you like.” His words held a promise and weight, words that went unsaid communicated loudly despite the silence.

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sp; Her eyes widened and she sat back, thinking of the images she might see.

  Jessie prepared for the night by getting her body waxed, removing everything she wanted gone from the waist down, and bought a new outfit. She was going to be riding the bike so she bought a new pair of denim shorts that barely covered her ass and a corset top, her large breasts almost overflowing the edges. The ties in the back were going to be fun for Jax and Liam to play with, if they kept up their normal playful attitude.

  Jessie met them outside and rode with Liam, loving how their thighs brushed together, and how he would hold her hand when they came to a stop. Before she knew it they were at the farm once more and she was glad she’d decided on lace-up black boots, it was muddy after the previous night’s rain.

  Jessie could sense a change in the air, tenseness as the people moved around her, greeting her with smiles and waves. Jessie could see a variety of people, young and middle-aged alike, pretty, beautiful, and some not so fortunate. Thin, thick, tall and short, and saw a few women and men she knew she’d enjoy watching.

  Jessie didn’t know for sure, nobody had said it explicitly, but she knew that barn was being used for sex and from the sounds of it, that sex was of the group variety with spectators. She’d read about such things online but had never expected to witness it. She wasn’t sure she’d take part but knew if she did she wanted it to be Jax and Liam she did it with.

  Drinks flowed and Jessie had a few over several hours, just enough to help her relax, and she ate with both of the men. After the sun went down Jessie noticed fires being lit in barrels and people breaking off into pairs. She’d sat in a spot with a view of the barn and could feel her arousal grow as couples and single people started to flow into the barn. One woman that had made her mouth water went in and Jessie followed, wanting to at least watch from the beginning.

  Just as she made it to the closed door Jax and Liam stopped her. She stopped when they raced ahead of her, holding their bodies against the door.