CUFF ME Daddy: A Single Dad, Police Officer Romance

by Rye Hart

  “Are you okay? Was that your brother?”

  “Yeah, it’s okay, really.” She looked down at her hands and wiped the tears on her apron.

  “Doesn’t look okay. You can talk to me, you know; about anything.” I held her arms and rubbed them just below her shoulders and stepped closer as she parted her knees. Then, before I knew what she was doing, her mouth pressed tightly to mine. She kissed me hard, with desperation and hunger and I threw my arms around her, holding her tight. I hadn’t expected it, but I was so turned on I didn’t care. My cock hardened the minute we kissed. She inched closer to the edge of the crate, and I pressed against her, letting her feel my desire as my erection grew thick and hard.

  I’d wanted this the moment I’d laid eyes on her, and even though I should be careful, and keep my mind focused on her brother, all I could think about was having her beneath me where I could bury my cock deep inside her. Though I thought I could control my urges on this case, I wanted her right then and there. I pulled away knowing I had to cool things down. I couldn’t exactly fuck her right here in the store room while she was so clearly emotional, although if the circumstances were different, I’d gladly rip the clothes off her delicious body and lick every curve on her. Her eyes widened as her face paled and she pushed past me and hurried out to the front. Clearly, she thought I had pulled away because I didn’t want her. If she only knew how wrong she was.

  Fuck. That wasn’t how I wanted that to happen.

  After closing I headed back to the motel alone, missing my daughter and wishing things with Starla weren’t so complicated. I didn’t want to take advantage of the situation, but I cursed myself for letting the night end like it did.

  My cock had been aching since our kiss, and as I started the shower, I knew there was only one way I was going to get any sleep.

  I stepped under the spray and closed my eyes thinking of her soft, full, and pouty lips. They were like silk against my own, the kind of lips I couldn’t help wondering how they’d feel around my cock. I gripped my cock and stroked, reliving every second of being with her in that storeroom, and how I had wanted it to play out. She’d ground herself against me, felt how hard I was for her, and then I’d pulled away. But what if I hadn’t? Would she have reached for my cock, wrapped her delicate hands around it and then maybe dropped to her knees?

  Would she have stroked it nice and slow and teased, kissing the tip playfully and whirling her tongue, or would she have gotten right down to business and deepthroated it like a pro?

  Oh yeah, seeing that hot little mouth work me over, her soft tongue licking my shaft, trailing along the veins and then tickling my balls. I wanted to rub it all over her pretty face and then push it down her throat. I wondered how deep she could take it, how long before it made her gag? I’d make her stare up at my with those gorgeous eyes and make them water as she moaned on my dick.

  I’d keep her with dirty knees and everyone in that bar would know she was mine and just what made them that way. Then I’d pick her up and spin her around against those boxes in the store room. I’d pull down those tight shorts and slap her perfect ass as I took her hard. Then I’d spin her around and let her get a taste of herself. She’d suck it nice and clean, with greedy, urgent pulls and I’d give her just what she needed.

  I worked it over thinking again of her mouth and how she would suck the head, as I leaked I spread it around thinking of giving her a taste. And then as I finished, I imagined pouring into her mouth and then pulling out to shoot it all over her tits which she kept pressed against her tight tees. That little uniform she wore, the fitted tees and short shorts, damn she looked good. I stroked until the last bit of ache had soothed, and the last drops of my cum had fallen and washed down the drain.

  Damn me to hell. I have to have her.

  CHAPTER SEVEN - STARLA

  Monday nights always seem the longest because it was the bar’s slowest night of the week. I had thought about Cash and that kiss since it happened and I felt I needed to clear the air. It didn’t seem quite fair to pull him into my problems, and it was probably for the best to put the brakes on an already bad idea.

  Why the hell did I throw myself on him and why did I still want him so badly? Now, I was beyond embarrassed to step foot in the same room as him.

  The way he had pulled away from me made me wonder if he thought I was losing my mind. At least now I knew hadn’t been so crazy to imagine he wanted me too. He’d gotten one hell of a hard on, and had pressed it against me. That, I hadn’t imagined, nor could I forget.

  I watched him wiping down the bar one last time while the others gathered their belongings from underneath the counter and headed out. He was waiting for me again like he had every night since he started to walk me out after closing time.

  “You don’t have to wait, you know,” I said as I turned off the last of the lights. “But I’m glad you did. I feel like we should talk about what happened.” He followed me to the office where I made sure the safe was locked up, and the sales report was in the basket where Lu could find it.

  “I’d like to talk about that too.” He came closer, standing next to the desk beside me.

  “I wanted to say I’m sorry for getting so personal and emotional with you considering we’ve only just met and barely know each other.” I couldn’t help but wonder what he thought of me.

  “It’s okay. I know what it’s like to be alone in your own headspace. I meant what I said. You can talk to me. I mean, I’m starting over, and I’m alone, I could use a friend myself.” He slid his hand over mine, and his thumb stroked against it.

  “Yeah? I’d appreciate that, but I’ve just felt so bad about what happened.” I wanted to do it again and not feel bad about it.

  “Hey, I didn’t mind.” His eyes burned into mine causing a delicious ache between my thighs. “And besides, it’s not the worst thing that could have happened, right?” He was suddenly so close, and then he gave me a peck on the cheek, staying close enough to do it again as he whispered, “I really wouldn’t mind if it happened again.”

  “What about now?” I whispered against his mouth. His kisses were soft and coaxing, and the ache in my core grew.

  “I can handle that.” He slipped his arm around me to hold my head as his mouth crushed against mine with such need that I couldn’t help but press against him. I drew him in ever closer rubbing my hip against the growing bulge in his pants.

  He kissed the top of my breasts and then pulled my top down enough to capture a nipple in his mouth. I let out a soft moan, and he looked up and then kissed my mouth. He pulled away and met my eyes. “That was the hottest moan I’ve ever heard.”

  “Then maybe you should make me do it again.” I gyrated against him, rolling my hips until I was brave enough to rub his hard length through his pants.

  “Sounds like a challenge. Good thing I’m up for it.” He glanced down to my hand which was working his zipper. I had to get a feel of it and wondered if he moaned too. I was sure going to find out. But before I could kneel, he hitched me up against him and lay me back across the desk. I felt the stacks of papers against my back, but they didn’t hurt. I was completely distracted by his hand that was now rubbing my aching mound through my shorts.

  I reached for my zipper, but he pushed my hand away and did the honors himself. Then he tugged them down, panties and all. His eyes fixed on my sex as he reached out and rubbed my slick mound. I’d kept it bare for years.

  “Fuck, you’re so hot.” He slipped his fingers between my folds and smiled, and I was glad he approved. “You’re so wet, too.” He pulled his finger into his mouth and sucked it clean. “And sweet too, want to taste?” I parted my lips as he slipped his index finger into my mouth. “I’m going to make you moan for me, Starla.”

  I was panting hard, but I had deliberately held back from rewarding him with another moan. “You’ll have to earn it.”

  “Oh, I will,” he said lowering himself between my legs. It had been so long since I’d had anyone
go down on me that I moaned before he even began, and he let out a little chuckle as I did. “I’m off to a good start already.” Then his mouth fell upon my slick sex, sliding his tongue all around before parting my lips with his tongue and slipping it up to my tender bud where all the pleasure in me was tied in a knot. It came apart as he suckled it and I moaned , my legs closing around him to keep him from leaving me as I came. He lapped at me, his tongue dragging across me in steady, deliberate strokes. Then his fingertips caressed me there, slipping in between my lips and pushing deep into my soaking wet pussy.

  My walls clenched around him, and I wanted so badly to be taken by his thick cock. And to think I’d apologized for kissing him. I bucked my hips against his hand and mouth, and he sped up his ministrations earning another moan.

  “That’s my little kitten, purr for me,” he whispered against my mound. The heat from his words tickled my tight slit.

  “I’m going to come again,” I said, the words tumbling from my lips in such a hurry I didn’t know if he’d understood them, but then as his mouth paid extra attention to my clit, his fingers speeding up, working me in a come-hither motion, I knew he had.

  The next release that came curled my toes and I realized I’d kicked off my shoes somewhere in the moment. The moan that ripped from my throat sounded a lot like his name and as the last waves of my orgasm shuddered through my body, he licked me softly until they passed.

  Cash got to his feet and then lay across me, kissing me, his hard cock pressing against me. I wondered if he’d want more, at least as much as I did, as I tasted myself on his lips. But then he took my hand and helped me up to my feet. The desk was a mess of scattered papers, and as I turned to straighten them, he pressed his lips to my neck and kissed down to my shoulder.

  “Challenge accomplished,” he whispered in my ear. Then he stepped away and handed me my clothes. “I’ll let you finish up, and then I’ll walk you out.”

  I dressed as he watched, but I knew I couldn’t walk into my house smelling like sex and looking disheveled. “I’m going to go freshen up a bit in the bathroom. You don’t have to wait, really.”

  “Of course I do, I’m not in a hurry. I want to make sure you get home safe.”

  I knew better than to argue, so I left him there waiting.

  He was so amazing. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

  CHAPTER EIGHT - CASH

  I watched her until she shut the bathroom door and then I sprang into action. Knowing that Starla and Lu’s lives were both in probable danger because of the trouble Scott was in, made it that much more important for me get the dirt I needed on these guys. I’d learned enough to know that Scott was coming in and using the office, so I needed to plant a bug. It had taken the department forever to get me the stupid wire, but now that they had, and I’d tucked the fucking thing under the desk. I made a mental note not to have sex in the office. No one needed to hear that. I glanced out the door and made sure that Starla wasn’t on her way back and then I quickly dug around in the drawers and a few of the cabinets.

  I hated snooping behind her back, but it was my job, and I couldn’t let her in on what I was doing. Besides, my biggest priority was to protect her. I hated knowing she was in danger.

  I tried to hurry, but the only thing I found was a large black bag that was folded up as well as a small scale, the type that one might use to weigh drugs. I couldn’t imagine it having any other use in the bar, and surely Scott and his friends had left it behind.

  Otis, our only informant, didn’t know anything about what was going on, other than who was involved, and once he’d learned that, it was enough for him to leave. He knew he already heard too much.

  I heard the door open across the bar, and so I turned out the light in the office and walked out trying to get a hold of my breathing. Considering what I’d just done to Starla, I could get away with being a tad out of breath, but I didn’t want to be puffing like I’d just run a marathon.

  Starla crossed the room and met me at the front door where she tugged my belt loop. “I guess this is goodnight, then?”

  “I guess so. At least I’ll see you tomorrow.” I had to go the rest of the evening without her, and that made me a little sad. I had a feeling she felt the same way by the way she stuck out her bottom lip.

  “Maybe next time you can give me a challenge, maybe let me reciprocate. I’d sure like to hear you moan too.” She planted a kiss on my lips and then pushed the door open as she smiled back at me over her shoulder.

  “Oh yeah? You’d like that?” I wasn’t much of a moaner, but I’d sure remedy that for her.

  “Yeah.” She locked the door behind us and then turned to look me over from head to toe. “I think you’d like it too.” She gave me a wink and headed off across the lot without looking back until she hit her porch. I got into the truck and knew I’d have to take care of business again at home. I had wanted to take things further, but decided taking one for the team was the way to go this time. I needed to keep my clothes on so I wouldn’t lose the bug I’d had in my pocket all night, and being alone in that office was the only way I’d get the thing planted and turned on.

  I drove home and worked off another nut in the shower, this time thinking of myself buried deep inside her slick pussy. God, she was bare, and though I’d always liked the look, the way it showed off the perfect cleft between her thighs, I had never been with a woman who’d kept it completely bare. I almost felt dirty that it turned me on so much, but Starla was all woman, and that’s what turned me on the most.

  I found my release and hoped the next time I’d be buried deep either in her tight channel or her throat when I came. I had the strong desire to come inside of her and mark her as my own.

  I got to bed and slept like a baby, and my wake-up call was right on time. “Good morning, Chief.” It had been our daily ritual since I’d started this job and while I much preferred an alarm clock, at least it got my interrogation over with early. He always had a million questions before turning me over to the detective in charge who had a million more. Both of them asked about the bug right off the bat, and I gave them the same answer.

  “It’s in place. I put it in the office under the back of the desk. I think that’s where Scott’s working. I had thought maybe the storeroom originally, but after he’d showed up, I know that everything taking place is behind that door.”

  “Good man, I’ll get the boys on it immediately, and at least we’ll be able to hear anything going on after you leave.”

  “How are things going with the others? Are you forming any personal relationships, getting to know them? You know making friends is an important part of this.”

  “Oh, I’m making friends all right.” I gave a chuckle, and he joined me.

  “Well, if you can get a little fun out of it, maybe bang a hot waitress, no one would fault you. There’s a few working there, right? What about Starla Jones, the owner’s granddaughter?”

  I felt like an asshole for my next thought. “Yeah, she’s been opening up. I’m offering a shoulder.” I made him think that I was onto her for info, but the truth was, I really wanted her. Not for the job, but for me. No one else had ever made me feel like she did and outside of my bed, I hadn’t given anyone the time of day in years. She stirred something in me.

  “Good, she’s the one who’s closest to her brother, I’d think. She might know something. Make sure you’re earning her trust. Use that cover story we talked about. Chicks love a man with a kid, especially a little girl.” I hated that they’d wanted me to use Livvy as part of my cover, but knowing the story was that she was far away helped because I didn’t have to fake my feelings about that.

  “Yeah, I’m on it.” I let out a long breath and felt the guilt building inside.

  “We’ll be set up within the hour. I know you’re already linked in, so do you have anything else to report; any suspicious characters since Scott and the other two men? Any talk around the bar?”

  “Nothing. A few people h
ave asked Starla where Scott is, but other than that, no.”

  “So what does she tell them? Does her story vary?”

  I rubbed my eyes and got up to make coffee. “No, it’s the same story. She says he’s been busy and leaves it at that.”

  “Seems a little vague, but I guess he’s really left her in a bind, especially since she knows she’s in danger too now.”

  The idea of it had me wanting to get even more involved, and I didn’t like to dwell on it. I wasn’t going to let anything happen to her.

  “She’s keeping quiet about it. I think I’m the only one she let know she’s worried about Scott. Well, aside from Lu.”

  “How does Lu seem to act? Is she distraught?”

  I couldn’t imagine the lady getting her dander up about much. “She’s a tough bird; I don’t think it’s in her nature to get too wound up. She’d ran a bar her whole adult life, raised a daughter in the sticks and then her two grandkids. She’s tough as nails, that one.” I smiled thinking about Lu. I liked the old woman. Starla and Lu both had found a soft spot in me already.

  I finished up the questions and ended the call.

  I sat there a moment staring at the worn carpet of the cheap motel as I thought about what he said. I should have only considered Starla as a way to get to her brother, but I hadn’t wanted a woman like I wanted her in the longest time. Even though I knew I should do the right thing and stop, I wasn’t going to. I was going to find a way to have her.

  Even more than that I was going to find a way to keep her.

  CHAPTER NINE - STARLA

  The Starlight had hosted the local pool league for years, and I’d even played in them a few years back with my ex. We were a power duo and had taken our team to the finals in Vegas three years in a row. But Rick had given it up when he left, and I’d quit too because it was always a reminder of our failed relationship. I couldn’t let the rest of the team down though, and so I’d agreed they could continue at the bar and I’d even host tournaments. I couldn’t deny the depression that set in as memories from the past crept up stronger than ever.