Desperate Measures (Men in Uniform #1)

by Sasha Jayne Moretti

  “You definitely handled yourself back there.” He wet a cotton ball with alcohol. “It was actually pretty hot.”

  I winced as he cleaned the bloody cut.

  He chuckled. “You take out three guys in an alley, but it’s the cotton ball that hurts you?”

  “Ha. Ha,” I replied, dryly.

  “In all seriousness, you need to be more careful.” He placed a Band-Aid over the scrape. “If the paps had caught any of that on camera, who knows what the headline would read.”

  As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. Any one of those guys could’ve turned that situation around and made it look like I was the problem. That, or sue me for damages. Lowering my head, I stared down at my sneakers. “I should’ve never went out there alone.”

  He put his finger under my chin, tilting my head up. “You should consider getting a bodyguard.”

  “Are you serious?” I laughed. “I think that’s a little overboard.”

  “You said it yourself, you have paps following you everywhere you go.” He put his hand on my knee. “If one of them steps over the line or you run into an overzealous fan, you could use someone out there who has your back.”

  When he said it like that, I felt a little stupid. There were plenty of actors that had a bodyguard. It had become more common than not. But even with the success, I never considered myself on that level. Maybe it was time to reconsider. “I’ll make some calls tomorrow.”

  He kissed my injured hand. “That’s my girl.”

  The simple gesture warmed my heart. How had I managed to find someone like him in a town full of phonies? No matter how bad things got, we managed to get through it together. I needed to pinch myself just to make sure it was real, that I wasn’t dreaming. In such a short time he’d proven himself to be exactly what I needed. Being around him made each day better.

  And for the first time in a long time, I was happy.

  Chapter Fifteen – Detective Matthew Weggman

  I wanted to murder my clock radio.

  As soon as I heard the shrill of the alarm, I growled. It wasn’t really the machine’s fault. The sun rising in the morning sky was to blame. Time passed too quickly. I wasn’t ready to release the angel that had slept in my arms all night. I’d never been into cuddling, but things were different with Sloane. I couldn’t get close enough to her. Her warm, soft body fit perfectly with mine. The strawberry scent of her hair wafted through my nostrils.

  She was intoxicating.

  And I was addicted in the worst way. No matter how much time we spent together, I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to be with her every second, and I thought about her when she wasn’t there. I barely recognized myself. I’d never been like this with any other woman. Not even close. If the guys from the station could see me now, they’d never let me live it down. I’d morphed into a love-struck fool.

  “Don’t go,” she whimpered.

  It took everything I had to get out of that bed. If my dick could shed tears, he’d be balling right now. And she wasn’t helping the situation one bit. She was biting her lip, begging me with her pale blue eyes to take her one more time. Wearing nothing more than the t-shirt and boxer briefs she borrowed from me, she was an evil temptress. A succubus with hardened pink nipples that poked through the flimsy cotton fabric. I’d bet her pussy was coated with her sweet cream. My palms sweat, aching to touch her.

  “You’re killing me right now, woman.” I groaned. “You have no idea what I want to do to you.”

  “Why don’t you show me?” she teased, rising onto her knees.

  A hundred possible excuses raced through my head. Any one of them seemed completely reasonable. But I had to get to work. I needed to get back to my Julian Harkness case, and see if Aaron got anywhere with the rest of the interviews. “I really, really wish I could stay. You have no idea. But I have to get to work.”

  “I understand,” she replied, wrapping her arms around my neck. “You can make it up to me tonight.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on tonight?”

  “We’re going on our first official date.” She flashed a wicked grin. “And I have a surprise for you.”

  ☬

  The entire day was nothing but a series of dead ends. All the leads we thought we had turned into nothing so Aaron chased down the accusers. He was the best when it came to witness interrogation. There was just something in his personality that made people trust him. Still, he ended up with zero results. None of the women were willing to come forward. They all feared what the publicity would do to their careers. While he was out in the field, I went through every report twice. There was no chance of a conviction without eyewitness testimony. I couldn’t even get a search warrant with what we had.

  This case had gone cold.

  Sloane’s call this afternoon had come in at the perfect time. I needed to get out of my head for a while. When I got out of my car I checked her text once more to make sure I had the correct address. When I confirmed I was in the right place, I wondered why she wanted to meet at a movie theater. This particular one appeared abandoned from the outside. Maybe this location had some kind of sentimental value or maybe she thought no one would recognize her around here. This place, like the bar, wasn’t in the best part of town.

  I pulled on the door and it creaked open. The scent of buttered popcorn overwhelmed my senses, making me smile. I stepped inside. Weathered red carpet covered the floor, while classic movies’ posters lined the walls. They had all the greats from Gone with the Wind to Rocky. A ticket booth large enough to hold two people sat in the center of the room. Directly behind was a concession stand with fresh kernels popping in the machine. Both areas were empty.

  “Surprise,” she yelled, breaking me out of my thoughts.

  As she made her way over, I noticed she wore one of my old Ramones t-shirts. She had the bottom tied in a knot, giving me a peek of her cute belly button. But it was the dark skinny jeans that took me over the edge. Lord, that woman had legs for days. My cock swelled in appreciation. “What are we doing here?” I asked.

  “You said you wanted to see one of my movies, so I rented the theatre for the night.” She wrapped her arms around my waist. “I wanted to do something special for our first date.”

  She’d rented an entire theatre just for us? It was extravagant, but also really fun. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Isn’t that my job?”

  “You can pick up the next one,” she replied, pressing her lips against mine.

  We’d never discussed salaries but I had a feeling my income wasn’t anywhere close to hers. It made me wonder if this kind of thing was normal for her. “I doubt I can do anything like this.”

  Nuzzling her head into my chest, she replied, “If you made me another dinner, I’d call it even.”

  It was as if she’d read my mind, quickly erasing any insecurities I had about her expectations. How was it possible that we’d known each other for less than a week but seemed completely in sync? Unless this was just the way it was when you met the person you were meant to be with. God, had I already decided she was the one? I shook my head before I let that train of thought go any further.

  I scanned the area. “Are all the employees gone too?”

  “Pretty much, except someone has to sit in the booth and run the movie for us.” She popped a piece of popcorn in her mouth. “And the manager made this for us before he left. Pretty nice, huh?”

  “Perfect,” I replied, running my thumb across her cheek.

  She grabbed my hand, tugging me toward the nearest theater. “Come on, I want to make sure we get a good seat.”

  I chuckled. “Somehow I doubt that will be a problem.”

  She climbed the stairs all the way to the top and sat in the middle of the row. We were at the highest point and I wondered if the kid running the movie knew we were here. She answered my question when she shouted, “We’re ready, Charlie.”

  The lights dimmed and the movie started soon after. She’d
chosen the one that got her an Oscar nomination. She played a star-struck girl who moved to Hollywood right after her high school graduation. I imagine she related well with the character. As the movie progressed, she’d run in with a tough crowd and had a really hard time finding her way. She had several emotional scenes, and I wondered how she was able to cry so convincingly. As we neared the end, I’d become so immersed in her character I forgot it was Sloane. Now I understood why she got so much critical acclaim.

  She was a phenomenal actress.

  Nudging my arm, she whispered, “What do you think so far?”

  “I think you’re amazing,” I gushed, squeezing her hand. She glared at me as if she didn’t believe me. “I’m being totally serious, I’m really impressed. You have a lot of talent.”

  “You really think so?” she asked, with a wide grin.

  How could she not know how incredible she was? I was no movie expert by any means, but even I knew she was the real deal. Her performance was so strong that she stole every scene she was in. Absolutely fantastic. “If you don’t win an Oscar, I’ll know the whole thing’s rigged.”

  Sloane bit her lip as she took the popcorn out of my hand and sat it on the floor. “I think you’re done.”

  “Am I?” I asked, curious where she was going with this.

  “Take off your pants,” she ordered, as she got on her knees in between my spread legs.

  I looked around. The theatre had one light by the exit. The rest of the room was pitch black. “What about Charlie?”

  “He can’t see us,” she insisted, tugging her top over her head.

  The moment she unclasped her bra I didn’t give two fucks about that kid. I undid my belt and pushed my jeans and boxer briefs down to my ankles. Smiling, she ran her tongue over the rim of my mushroom tip. “Tease,” I whispered.

  “You have no idea,” she replied, with a mischievous grin.

  She slid my cock inside her mouth, and I felt my tip touch the back of her throat. Waves of pleasure rippled through me as she glided up and down my length. Each time, she took in more of me until I filled her to the hilt. She gagged a little, but didn’t stop. Before long, I had a white-knuckle grip on the arm rests. “You’re going to make me cum down your throat,” I groaned.

  She released me, taking in several heavy breaths of air. “Is that what you want, baby?”

  I grabbed her by the back of the neck and crushed my lips against her. A moan escaped her throat as I thrust my tongue in her mouth. “No, I want you to take off those skin-tight jeans and sit on my cock.”

  As if she were putting on a show, she stood in front of me and kicked off her shoes. Slowly, she slid her pants down and exposed her tiny lace panties. “Is this what you want?” she teased, touching her covered mound.

  I couldn’t wait a second longer.

  Pushing the flimsy fabric to the side, I discovered she was already soaked. Her slick folds glistened with cream. I spread her open with my fingers and let out a low growl. Her little clit was swollen, begging to be touched. “I found what I want.”

  I licked her fat nub once and her entire body shivered. Eager for more, I massaged her sweet spot with my tongue—methodically stroking her back and forth. “Oh, God,” she cried out, as she dug her fingernails into my hair. “Don’t stop.”

  At this point, a gun to the temple wouldn’t have stopped me. “Never,” I replied, sucking her clit into my mouth.

  With my other hand, I thrust two fingers deep into her core. My tongue and fingers worked in unison, pushing her closer to orgasm. Her legs shook as her steady breaths evolved into rapid pants. She tugged on my hair, driving me deeper into her core all while she whispered my name. Out of my mind with lust, I pushed into her harder and faster until I heard the noise I’d been waiting for. She groaned as she climaxed; her body jolting as pleasure rippled through her.

  I didn’t give her a moment to rest.

  Grabbing onto her hips, I turned her around. The view from the back was just as glorious as the front. I reached down and fished out a condom from my pocket and slipped it on. Before guiding her onto my cock, I bit her on the ass. She squealed, making me chuckle as I slid inside her wet cunt with ease. She rode me hard, moaning so soft it was almost a whimper. The sweet sound drove me mad with need. I didn’t know if it was the potential danger of being caught or just the thrill of fucking in a public place, but I’d never been so aroused in my life.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” I groaned. “I can’t get enough of you.”

  Glancing over her shoulder, she said, “Show me how you own my pussy.”

  Her challenge set off a fire inside of me, and I pushed her off my cock. She’d controlled the situation for far too long. It was my turn. I sat her on the edge of the chair next to me and spread her legs wide open. “You’re mine now, Sloane.”

  As I stood over her, she rubbed her finger over her clit. “I’m yours, baby.”

  Her sultry tone made my dick surge. I plunged deep inside her wet cunt, growling through every thrust like an animal in heat. She moaned with me as she braced the arm rests for support. I was relentless, plowing into her with all my strength. We stared into each other’s eyes with an intensity like never before, and I had the overwhelming urge to tell her I loved her. It seemed impossible, but every part of me was screaming to say the words.

  Her inner walls tightened, milking my cock with every thrust. My dick pulsated, and I knew I was seconds away. She had to be close. “I want us to cum together.”

  She nodded, reaching down to massage her sensitive nub. I felt myself weakening. Covered in sweat, I tore into her with everything I had left. She screamed out as she reached climax. A few seconds later, I erupted inside of her. It was so powerful I collapsed on top of her, burying my face between her breasts.

  At some point I realized the theatre was darker. I turned around to glance at the screen. The movie credits were running. “You’re going to have to tell me how it ends.”

  “We can always come back,” she chucked.

  ☬

  We held hands at we strolled out of the theatre. Most of the lights were turned off and we appeared to be by ourselves. I held the door open as we stepped outside. She rubbed her upper arms. The temperature had dropped at least twenty degrees since I arrived, and she was only wearing one of my old t-shirts. I took off my jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. She stared up at me with her pale blue eyes and I pulled her into a kiss.

  Out of nowhere, I heard something snap. At first, it sounded like a twig. But we were in the middle of the city and there were no trees around us. My chest tightened. I scanned the area around us. The theatre was part of a row of businesses with a couple of small alleys in between. When I heard another snap, I spun around. That’s when I saw the two men with cameras pointed at us. “What are you doing?” I growled.

  They both took off down the alley like they’d been shot in the ass. There was no point in chasing them. They were long gone. But they’d gotten what they were looking for. Someone must’ve tipped them off that we were here. I turned my attention to Sloane who hadn’t said anything. “It was just a kiss,” I said, hoping to ease the situation.

  “That’s all they needed.”

  I clasped my hands on her biceps. “Look, we both knew this was going to happen. And compared to what we just did in there, we’re lucky that’s the only picture they got.”

  That made her smile and some of the tension in my shoulders released. “You’re right about that.”

  I kissed her softly once more. “I’m all in, Sloane. I don’t care what they write about me.”

  She let out an exaggerated sigh. “You may not feel that way when the articles come out.”

  This woman just didn’t seem to get that I was the real deal. No matter what they threw at me, I wasn’t walking away. I understood that her fame brought on more issues than a normal relationship, but she was worth whatever drama that may come. “I know how I feel about you and that’s enough.” I put my a
rm around her. “Come on, let’s go back to my place.”

  “Why your place,” she asked.

  “Because it’s closer and I’m starving.”

  “We can always pick up food.”

  I put my hand over my chest as if I were offended. “Have you forgotten what an excellent cook I am?”

  “Of course not,” she chuckled. “By all means, make me dinner.”

  For the moment, she seemed to relax again. I hoped the food would keep her mind off the paparazzi. I kissed the top of her head. “That’s what I want to hear.”

  Chapter Sixteen – Officer Matthew Weggman

  I woke up in an empty bed.

  Sloane had headed out early to get to the gym. Her day was booked to the brim. There were interviews, meetings, and even an appearance at a grand opening downtown. I wondered how she managed to fit so much into one day. She must’ve had some hidden superpower or she was just a master at time management. Regardless, it was clear I wouldn’t see her until late this evening. I imagined she’d be exhausted.

  Tonight I’d do something special for her. She seemed to enjoy my cooking, so I headed to the fish market before work and picked up some fresh seafood. I’d make her shrimp and scallop scampi. It was another family recipe I was sure she’d love. Italian food always hit the mark because it was both tasty and romantic. For a side dish, I stopped at the grocery store next door to get enough greens to make a salad. And finally over to the wine cellar for the perfect white to top off the meal.

  By the time I dropped off the food I was cutting it close. I needed to hurry up and shower before I was due at work. We had our weekly meeting with the captain this afternoon, and he had no tolerance for tardiness. Even if you were half-dead, he expected each of us to make an appearance. He preferred to meet with all the detectives at once, giving each person a few minutes to go over their current cases. Afterwards, he went over any news, announcements, and station priorities. The whole thing normally lasted about an hour.

  When I arrived, the parking lot was filled. It was unusual, but I shrugged it off, assuming everyone was here for the big meeting. I ended up parking across the street. I walked in through the front door instead of the employee parking lot. There was an officer stationed at the front desk. He was on the phone but gave me an odd look as I strolled past. He was probably wondering why I was coming into the building this way.