The Cop

by Sasha White, Alyssa Brooks

  He wiped them with the pad of this thumb. “Are you satisfied?”

  I couldn’t talk because my body was quaking, shivering, tensing, getting ready for an orgasm I knew could mentally destroy me. When it came, I jerked and screamed tiny screams that only my lover could hear.

  The onslaught of my orgasm brought his on. He pumped wildly inside of me, streaming his fluid so deeply within my body that I could feel it. Seconds of intense spewing made him collapse back to the blanket. His mouth was dry and open. His eyes stared at me in wonder as my own eyes returned the favor to him. Soon, my head landed on his wet chest. His breathing lulled me as my body continued to spark because of him.

  The horse shifted hooves and we looked up at him. He had been quiet during our romp, watching us get our fill probably wondering what the hell we were doing.

  We finished the last of the cider and packed up slowly knowing we had a long walk ahead of us. Less than an hour later, we returned our wondrous black beauty to his rightful owner, then got behind the wheel of Troy’s Hummer. Another rough, rugged ride, but I liked it. We ate at The London Broil, then ate again that night. We were both dessert for one another, and not a hint of Daisha Miller was in the air. With that in mind, we explored all there was to partake of. He looked good on my bed, naked and glistening while waiting for me to disrobe and let him eat of my garden.

  What Troy and I did in the park and at work was magic, but nothing compared to doing it with him in my own bed. It reminded me of being in the penthouse, with champagne, silk sheets and plenty of scented oil. The only thing missing was the actual penthouse. My nice, roomy house on Boston Boulevard had to suffice, and we made it our personal love shack. Troy lived between my thighs the entire night, delivering inch after inch of raw, hard thrusts that drove me to the brink of sexual insanity. What made it more outstanding was looking into the face of a man who did more to me than satisfy my body. He satisfied my soul, and made my heart sing to lyrics that I didn’t know existed.

  Hours later, I awakened to brilliant sunshine forcing its way through my blinds. Troy was resting next to me, sleeping as soundly as a baby. I wore him out the night before, plain and simple. Besides, he needed his rest because Daisha was sweating him big time. I knew not to bring the subject up because apparently there was still something between him and Daisha. I was glad to have a part of him, but for how long? When would I get to the point where just a little of him would no longer be enough?

  I put on my robe and headed to the kitchen for coffee. Only caffeine would temporarily cure the sudden hopelessness invading my soul. As I sipped the steaming French vanilla, I poked my head through my yellow daisy curtains in time to see a squad car pass. Nothing ever happened on my street, so why was there a squad car traipsing past at seven in the morning? It also had the nerve to drive by my house slowly before pressing the accelerator into warp mode. Maybe the block club had decided to kick in for extra protection. That was all I could think of. My next thought, waking Troy and getting my sex thrashed and put into submission by the biggest, baddest cop in the nation. Yeah, that took care of any thoughts of Daisha!

  Two weeks later…

  I was used to getting calls from Troy on a nightly basis, even though I continued seeing him at night and sneaking a roll in the cement hay in central files. When Thursday night came around, and I hadn’t receive a call, I thought nothing of it. After all, he did have to reserve at least one night to talk over marriage-ending plans with Daisha. Friday evening, no call; that was odd for Troy not to contact me and wish me a great weekend if he couldn’t get away. Again, I rolled with the punches. Sunday evening, nothing, and I worried, taking a chance on calling his cell number. Still nothing. Sunday night was a restless one for me, hardly getting any sleep. Seeing Troy bright and early the next morning would cure all my ills.

  Monday morning Daisha greeted me with a very pleasant smile for some reason, then handed me a stack of files and criminal reports the height of my own body. Surely that would keep me busy until it was time for Troy to come in and make his appearance—with another stack of files. His were ones I awaited, however. Those files never came that day and neither did Troy.

  Suddenly making dinner for one became so hard. For weeks I’d gotten used to making dinner for him at least once or twice a week. I had to go it alone, and for what reason? I had not heard from him in five days. Was he dead or alive? I sat down at my dining room table and stared at my cordless phone, wanting to call him again but fearing becoming a pest to him. Troy, where the heck are you? The display suddenly lit and his number flashed across the screen. I jerked it up, frantically pressing the button. “Troy?”

  “I know you hate me for not calling you back.”

  “You know I don’t hate you, but I was worried. What’s going on?”

  He paused, then blurted it out. “Daisha happened.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You really won’t believe this, but she switched my hours. I’ve been over there getting things together, doing paperwork, everything you can think of, I’ve been doing it.”

  “All that for a switch of hours? Why did she do that anyway? Isn’t your work record impeccable?

  “Slow down, baby. You know why she did this. To put space between us, like that would work. One good thing, I’m no longer on call.”

  “Is Daisha responsible for that?”

  “No, you are. I was going for the promotion anyway but after seeing you, I knew Daisha would make trouble. I wanted you in my life, Tracey, so I put in for a transfer. I’m just taking this nightshift crap until my transfer takes effect.”

  “You sure you’ll get it?”

  “My track record is excellent, and I got word from reliable sources that it’s about to happen for me. Good thing it is, because Daisha is on to us.”

  Tracey slumped into a kitchen chair. “I’m really glad about the move, but you’ve got to get away from her, get your divorce. I know you don’t want to hear that but it’s true. If you love me and want to be with me, you’ll do it. Do you love me enough?”

  “You know I do.”

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  “There is no problem, not anymore. She and I are talking tonight.”

  “No dinner with me then?”

  “I have to do this in order to be free. I’m tired of fooling around, dragging a non-working marriage around when it’s you that I really want. She can be a hell of a person to break from, though. She loves to cause problems. Are you still willing to stick with me knowing your boss could make your life hell for a little while?”

  “You’re worth it.”

  “No matter what, you know that I’ll take care of you, Tracey, you know that. Daisha won’t hurt you. She only wants me.”

  My meek voice came through. “Yeah, so do I.”

  Next Monday morning…

  Troy had done a disappearing act again. I hadn’t heard from him since the night he was to dump Daisha. To make matters worse, Daisha specifically came in with Troy’s paperwork and tossed a bunch of it on my desk, telling me to get it done before the end of the day. Why didn’t Daisha just send Troy in himself? By that time it had to have sunk in that Troy and I were an item. Daisha proceeded to leave the loads of reports on my desk, along with a smirk. The smirk was different this time. It had more hate in it, more fire. Troy must have really set fire to her doghouse, and left her out high and dry. That’s not what I wanted. My idea wasn’t to take Troy from her, it just happened. He was unhappy and, simply put, Daisha Miller wasn’t the one making his dreams come true.

  By mid-afternoon, I hadn’t heard a word from my boy wonder and was a little worried. He hadn’t mentioned taking any more days off before working the other shift. He knew Daisha would blow a rod if her department started taking off, even if it was time they had coming to them. Daisha’s motto: by the books, do or die. Too bad she conducted her personal business the same way. It may very well have cost her a delicious young cop. And maybe sending him straight into
my open arms.

  It was almost four, and I wanted to get the hell out of there and check on Troy. It was really odd for him not to check on me. I had gotten to know him over the few months, and knew his personality. Something was wrong. Just as I was about to close shop and call his cell, Daisha came in with another stack of reports that had to be filed for Captain Jones by the end of the day.

  Was I the only damn file clerk in that giant-ass building? God knew there were five on each floor. I wanted to chalk that up to me being good at my job, but knowing Daisha, she’d brought those files into me just to get my goat. To top everything off, she had only said a few words to me since knowing me, and they were always on the crude side. It just killed her to talk to me, especially since I knew for a fact that she and Troy were on the quits. Before she walked out, she turned to me, telling me to see her before I left for the day. Showdown. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach.

  Not having seen hide or hair of Troy, being overworked and having to look at Daisha Miller instead of the luxurious interior of my car wasn’t exactly the way I wanted my day to end. Wasn’t my stomach sick enough? Good employee that I was, I dragged into her office and spoke as politely as possible without hurling. “Captain Miller, you wanted to see me?”

  All she did was reach into her stack of papers on the desk and hand me an envelope. I skeptically took the envelope and looked at it. “What is this?”

  Without as much as a response, Daisha left me in the middle of her office and traipsed off—probably back to the tar pits of hell. Yes, she definitely had a clue that her man was gone. For that matter, he was gone from me, too.

  I got on the elevator with the unopened letter in my trembling little hands, afraid to open it, afraid that the contents of the letter would spell out my demise—the demise of my mortgage, bank account and credit cards.

  Before leaving, I opened the letter. Motherfuck! What is going on here?

  I drove home in tears, wanting Troy, needing Troy, but suddenly finding myself not within his reach again. My life was suddenly a shambles, and it all centered around that letter, and Troy.

  By seven that evening, I was in the middle of every thinkable comfort food and drink that I could think of. Anything from donuts, cake, candy, popcorn and, oh yes, lots and lots of Jack Daniels—straight! I didn’t know my own name by eight-thirty and couldn’t have given a hoot what man-hating movie was on Lifetime. My world was shot, and all I wanted to do was dissolve into a puddle and wash away. No more Troy. I looked at the letter again and started crying.

  I awakened at nine the next morning and saw my cat, Euphoria, staring at me as if I had finally lost it. I had. The letter was still sitting on my dining room table crumbled up in as tight a ball as my fists could make it. I needed coffee bad. Jack Daniels and the rest of the stuff I had consumed the night before had taken me farther away than Calgon ever could have.

  Looking like a hag and feeling worse than one, I brewed a pot of coffee and didn’t even care by that time that I was still at home instead of at work. As I sat staring at the balled note, my cell rang. I debated answering it in case it was Daisha dishing out more crap to me. Then I thought about it; she didn’t have my cell number. I quickly reached for the phone. “Hello?”

  “Tracey?”

  I leaped from my chair. “Troy? Where are you?”

  “Staring at your empty desk. Why aren’t you here?”

  “It’s a long story.”

  “Long story? Baby, what’s going on?”

  I slumped back in my chair, my voice on the verge of tears. He asked again. “Tracey, what’s going on with you?”

  All I could do was burst into tears. And on the other side of the phone, a solid click. Troy had given up on me.

  Fifteen minutes later, I managed to have enough self-control to stand and see Troy’s squad car pulling into my driveway and him rushing to my door. I swung the door open and fell into his arms.

  He held my crying face up to his. “What happened? Why are you at home and crying?”

  We walked into the house and I handed him the balled envelope. He gave me a peculiar look then slowly opened the paper. His eyes grew to the size of frying pans. “She did it! She did it! Damn her.”

  “The note says they’re downsizing, but I know it’s because of us, Troy. She found a good way to get rid of me.”

  “They’re not downsizing, it’s more like reorganizing. She put me on the night shift. Remember? I went back to headquarters today to finish the paperwork, drop in and tell you what was going on with me, and didn’t see you. So, I called, only to find this out. She can’t think this will keep me from you.”

  “It did for a while.”

  “But not anymore. I told her everything, Tracey. I told her that I was tired of carrying the relationship alone, tired of not feeling like a man…tired of everything, until I met you. She hated that, and retaliated in a way I felt she would, but hoped she wouldn’t have.”

  I wrapped my arms around him, crying. “What am I going to do? I can’t live without working, Troy.”

  “You’re going to be fine. My buddies at the fifth precinct are always looking for good workers.”

  “Really?”

  “Don’t you dare worry about anything, baby. And you know I will take care of you, Tracey. Anything you want or need, I’ll get it, and for as long as you want me to.” He kissed my tear-stained lips then slowly parted from me. “You didn’t sleep well, did you?”

  “I slept in front of the television.”

  He took my hand into his. “Come on. You need rest. I’ll stay with you.”

  “You have things to do before starting your new shift.”

  “Screw that. I need to be here with you. I feel responsible for this.”

  “You didn’t do this, Troy.”

  Without another word, we entered my room. He pulled back the sheets and slid my pink robe from my naked body. “Lay down.”

  I stared up at him sympathetically. “Will you stay here with me?”

  Troy laid his hat on my dresser, removed his guns and shoes and mounted the bed, taking me into his arms. As I rested against his navy blue and silver chest, I toyed with his badge. I had memorized that number, memorized everything on him, and relished in the feel of his clothed body against the bareness of mine.

  He smiled down at me. “Better?”

  “You always make me feel better.”

  “You know, you were the only perk down there at that place. I could kill Daisha.”

  “She’s not worth it. Besides, I rather knew she’d pull this. Thank God I saved some money.”

  He nibbled my ear. “You’re a smart girl, Tracey Shane, and I would kill for you in a minute. I’m good with guns, as you can tell.”

  My teary eyes smiled into his. “You’re especially good with one.”

  “The one that’s always cocked and loaded whenever you’re near?”

  My hands trailed to his tenting pants, playing with an engorged tip. “That’s the one.”

  “You want to see how well it works?”

  I moved farther into him. “Well, I have always wanted to make love to a man in uniform.” I slid on top of him, lowering my juicy core onto his clothed scrotum. “I really shouldn’t mess up this uniform. It’s so clean and dark. You look so good in it.”

  “You can give me a taste. That way I can stay nice and clean. Right?”

  Our lips met lavishly. Our tongues coiled in exquisite unison, nibbling one another until both of us were ready to erupt. Daisha was but a vague memory, and that darn letter was dust in the wind.

  He rolled me to my back and parted my thighs. “I love you so much, girl, that I can’t take my hands off you.” He moved me to the foot of the bed and bent to his knees. His tongue quickly mated with my folds, licking and manipulating me until I truly didn’t know any name but one: Troy, Troy, Troy. My body squirmed as his mouth continued to latch onto me. His arms coiled around my thighs, pulling me into him with rugged force—and I loved it,
loved him. He made me forget the real world, and I was happy to reside in his for as long as he would have me.

  My slick sex pushed against him, wanting him to take me through the roof if possible. That’s what he did, and my clit hummed to precision as his tongue sweet-talked its way into my body. My eyes closed tightly and my body rode the wave of ecstasy that only Troy could take me on. My fingers played in his hair, along his ears and around to lips that were still working magic on me. He was no mere mortal. He had to be a magician in cop’s clothing.

  Troy took what I knew he needed. I helped him unearth his massive rod and watched in amazement as it wavered in mid air—so full of love, so full of hot lava that could fill me to my rim. I wanted it bad! He positioned my legs around his waist and entered me over and over for a good ten minutes. My baby was hungry and needed the love Daisha just wasn’t capable of giving him. But I was.

  I watched him tense, stroking me in heavy thrusts. His throat bobbed as he called my name. Then he poured every single drop he possessed into my small frame. I could feel him filling, spewing, satisfying me. There was something about watching a cop in a navy suit, fully clad with badges and medals, nail me. The best part: he was mine and I knew it.

  My naked body still quivered from his attentions, so he laid next to me, rubbing my skin, showing me the love I knew he had for me. His seductive voice mellowed in my mind. “You okay, baby?”

  “I am now.”

  “Don’t worry about a job. I’ve got you covered, but I think you need to take some of that money you tucked away and go on a small vacation. It’ll help clear your mind.”