He didn’t bring up the kiss at dinner even though it was the thing I most hoped we get a chance to address. He’s steering clear of it entirely. Is it because it was no big deal? Just part of the act? Did it mean something more to him? Did it mean a lot more actually?
“Shall we,” Steven says offering me his arm.
“We shall,” I say.
We walk outside and the fresh air hits me in the face making me realize I might be a bit more buzzed than I realize.
“Where’s your car parked?” he asks.
“I took an Uber.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I did too.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, in case we had something to drink.”
I look up at him and try and hold it in but can’t. I start giggling uncontrollably and he quickly pinches me in the side. It’s like we’re two high school kids on a date and does it ever feel fun.
“As in in case we had two bottles of wine to drink?”
“Something like that,” he says. “Here, let’s walk it off for a few blocks and then call a ride.”
“Sounds good,” I say holding onto his arm even tighter and pressing my body against the side of his.
We take off down the street. And it’s just like the song “Nobody Walks in L.A.” And this time it’s perfect. We have the entire sidewalk to ourselves which I’d definitely need to walk with him. I’m a bit tipsy and doubt I could walk in a straight line. Thankfully I’ve got him here to support me and keep me on the straight and narrow. We make a good team. Too bad it’s only until my treatment and then things will go back to the way they were.
If that’s possible.
CHAPTER 8
Steven
The car pulls up in front of her place. I run around the side as quickly as I can so I can get her door.
I help her out of the car.
“I’ll be right back,” I say to the driver. He nods.
I escort May to her door.
“I had a lot of fun tonight,” she says.
“I did too,” I say looking down in to those beautiful eyes of hers again. I’ve been stuck on them the entire night.
She pauses. I know what she’s thinking because I’m thinking it to.
Damn how much I want to.
It takes everything I have not to make a move. My body is begging me to, but my mind is reminding me this isn’t real.
“One second,” she says. She turns and unlocks her front door before turning back to me.
She doesn’t say anything because she doesn’t have to. The Uber is paid for. All I have to do is tell him I don’t need another ride. Here we are on her front step with the door not only unlocked but slightly opened just waiting for us to walk inside and do exactly what we both want to do.
But the wine’s been flowing tonight too, and that’s the problem. I don’t want this to be that kind of decision. I don’t want this charade to continue with the convenient excuse of alcohol in the morning. And the reason why is because it’s not a charade anymore. It’s clear to see we’ve got something. There is some serious chemistry here and if we’re going to test it out then we need to be of sound mind to do so.
And right now sound of mind doesn’t apply to either of us. Hungry animals hot to mate is more appropriate.
And that can’t happen, but I’m not about to let either of us walk away empty handed so to speak.
I put my arms on her waist and feel her body rise up again as if to bring her lips closer to mine. She doesn’t have to give me any more clues.
I lean in and kiss her with reckless abandon, feeling her hands wrap around me as we pull each other in close as we kiss passionately.
“Get a room!” someone yells from across the street.
We continue kissing and then stop briefly, but our lips don’t come off each other’s. We smile and then laugh and then go right back to kissing.
The window of the car rolls down.
“Sir. Sir? I’m sorry, but if you don’t want another ride then I need to accept one of these other riders who are coming up on the app.”
I pull my head back from hers.
“I’ll be right there,” I say loud enough for him to hear me. “Unfortunately,” I say under my breath.
I kiss her one more time quickly before turning and walking down the steps.
I get in the car and quickly roll down the window as we pull away from the curb.
She sees me and waves. For the first time in my life I think I wave back.
Have I ever waved at someone before? I used to think that was kind of silly for men to do.
But my mind is totally in the clouds right now and I don’t care.
Originally I wanted to help her, but now I know I’d do anything not only for her, but to be with her.
For real.
CHAPTER 9
Steven
One week later
The last week has been absolutely hectic. I was scheduled with more shifts than anybody in the station. They had to give me more now since I’d be out for the wedding soon.
Riiiight. The wedding.
And not only that it seems like anyone who has ever even considering committing a crime decided this past week was the time to do it. I didn’t even need to check to know why. There must have been a full moon last week. It sounds crazy but it really does bring out the crazy in people. Statistics don’t lie in this case.
But tonight I wasn’t going to think about any of that.
The minute I got home May would be there to greet me. I’d left a key outside under a rock so she could start making dinner in time for me when I got home. She came up with the idea so who was I to argue?
And this past week I’d felt like a kid again. Although neither one of us had come right out and said it, we’d had fun bantering on the messaging app called Signal about our “relationship.” We chose Signal as it’s truly encrypted. WhatsApp isn’t. If we’re going to joke about what we’re doing the last thing I want is to get caught. WhatsApp and Facebook chats had been used plenty of times in court. It’s real admissible evidence. Signal was truly private and used by big corporations and the dark web types for that very reason.
I never really understood the hang of those messaging apps until I started chatting with her. I thought I was just too old to get it, but she showed me it’s not about your age…it’s about having fun and staying connected throughout the day. The conversation never really ends. It just waits until the next witty reply.
And she was full of them. Even though I was bogged down with work she made it go by quickly. She had me constantly hoping my phone would vibrate with a new message from her which was sure to put a smile on my face…including an especially big smile from the pictures she sent me when she went shopping for her “wedding dress” but got distracted and tried on swimsuits instead. Oh me oh my.
I had to pull over the squad car and I wasn’t even the one driving. I couldn’t sit another second. My polyester policing pants were just way too uncomfortable thanks to what she did to my anatomy.
And the same thing was happening now as I approached the house.
What did she have planned?
Was she going to pretend like nothing was going on now that we were going to be face-to-face? Was she going to answer the door in one of those swimsuits she showed me in the pictures? Was she going to open the door in nothing at all and jump me? That would be nice.
Who needs dinner when I’ve got her?
We could work up an appetite and then eat pasta straight from the pot in the middle of the night in-between rolling around on the sheets…and in the shower…bent over the table…hanging from the chandelier even, if I had one.
I walk up to the front door but before I’m even ten feet from it there she is, opening the door standing there in her apron stirring something in a bowl.
What was I thinking all these years? This is what life’s all about. Coming home after a day protecting the city to a beau
tiful woman who looks both adorable and incredibly beautiful at the same time. And she’s making food!
Did I just think of the word adorable? That word never crosses my mind before, just like I don’t wave. This woman is affecting me in ways I can’t even control.
And I don’t know if I’m going to be able to control myself when I step through that threshold.
And I can’t.
I take the bowl from her hands and place it on the table next to the door. I grab her by the hips, lifting her off the ground and kiss her hard right on the mouth. Her legs wrap around my waist just above my work belt and all the things I have attached to it.
She kisses me hard right back and in-between me trying to devour her and her trying to do the same thing to me my hat tips back on my head, but doesn’t fall off.
“Oh my god, you look so hot,” she says in-between putting her mouth on my lips, neck and even the chest of uniform.
“You have no idea how hot I am. Hot for you that is.”
I reach around squeeze her ass hard as I hold her suspended in the air.
“Arrest me,” she says.
“You want me to…”
I look into her eyes and know exactly what she wants.
My hands release from that apple bottom butt of hers and her feet quickly find the floor.
I take a step back and bring my hat back down into place, maybe even a bit lower than normal. I pull my aviators out from pocket and slide them on.
“Miss, that bowl you had in your hand when you opened the door…where did you get it?”
“The bowl, officer? I…I…don’t know what you’re—“
“Oh I think you do. You know darn well what I’m talking about. That big stainless steel bowl and aggression you had in your eyes. You weren’t planning on assaulting a police officer were you?”
“Well, no officer. I just—“
“I’ll ask the questions here,” I say. “But I’m not going to ask. I’m going to tell you exactly what you need to do and you’re going to do it. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, officer.”
“Being that you’re so aggressive I need to check you for weapons.”
“Weapons?”
“I’m asking the questions!”
I watch as she jumps a bit, taken back by my own aggression.
“Do you understand me?” I ask as I place my hand underneath her chin before running a finger along her collarbone.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” I pause taking an entire minute to slowly circle her twice, looking her up and down making me want her even more.
“Now put your hands on the wall and spread em!”
She does as she’s told, but not at a speed that suits me.
“Faster. Let’s go!”
When she gets into position I pull out my nightstick and gently run it up the inside of her thigh. “I know you can spread…wider.”
She looks down at her feet before opening her stance even more.
“That’s more like it,” I say running the nightstick the rest of the way up and along her crotch and then down her other leg. When I get past her knees I bring the nightstick up the side of her body before stopping when it finds something hard.
“What is this?” I come up from behind her careful to get oh so close to touching her but leaving the smallest of gaps between our bodies.
“It’s my…keys,” she says.
I reach my hand around and slide it inside her pocket searching for her keys, but making sure to run it along her upper thigh as well. Damn, her body feels amazing, even with a layer of clothes in between.
“And you weren’t going to tell me about these? These things which are often used to harm the very type of officer that’s standing behind your right now.”
“I was going to, but—“
“But what exactly? There’s no excuse for this. Now it seems we have a trust issue. And if I can’t trust you then there’s only one thing to do. Only one way to make sure you’re not as dangerous as I think you are.”
I pause looking at that rotund booty of hers in front of me wanting to sink my teeth into her pants. I’m so hard right now I can barely stand up, but I sure as hell can’t sit down.
“Strip search! Take off your clothes.”
She turns around and reaches for her top button.
“Wait! Hands against the wall. I’ll do it.”
I watch as she licks her lips and then slowly turns back towards the wall assuming the position.
I come up from behind her again and bring my hands around the side of her body. I carefully unbutton the top button of her shirt making sure not to brush up against any other parts of her body, especially not her breasts when I want to grab them so damn bad right now.
After the first button I continue working my way down. I bring my head down closer to hers. I can hear her breathing hard and have to be extra carefully unbuttoning her shirt as I can feel the shirt moving up and down as her chest heaves as her heart rate skyrockets even more.
When I get to the bottom button I stop, take a step back, and look her over again. She sticks her ass out just a little more and oh how I want to finish this strip search in one second flat, but I can’t. I have to try and control myself just as much as she is. I know this is driving her crazy and making her so wet. I’m looking forward to seeing just how wet when I slide my tongue inside her, but first…
“Hands behind your back,” I say.
She does as she’s told and I slowly remove the shirt from her arms.
“Hands back against the wall.”
Almost as soon as her hands touch the smooth, white drywall I’ve got my hands around her waist and my groin pressed up against her ass. I reach around the front and unbutton her pants and then slide the zipper down.
I bend down behind her grabbing the sides of her pants in each hand and then yank them down to her ankles. Her big beautiful ass is right in my face and this time I can’t control myself.
I squeeze her cheek hard and press the side of my face against it before pulling my face away and slapping it hard.
“You’ve been a bad, bad girl,” I say, rising up out of my crouch. “Hiding those keys from me like that.”
I run a finger down her back and watch as her skin quickly becomes covered in goose bumps.
My hand darts up for her bra, unhooking it and quickly reaching around and pulling it forward and off.
“Hands behind your back.”
I reach for my cuffs. The moment she’s got her hands back I cuff her and she moans hard.
I kiss the back of her neck.
“You’ve been bad, haven’t you?” I whisper in her ear.
“Terrible. The worst,” she says.
“You know what I do to bad girls?”
“No,” she says coyly.
“I punish them.”
“You do?”
“Oh, I sure do and I’m going to punish you.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Well, we’ve got two options the way I see it. We can take you into the station, or we can just handle this punishment right here and now and be done with it…for now.”
“Yes. I want to pay the fine now.”
“Are you trying to…bribe me, miss?”
“No officer.”
I come around in front of her and put my hand underneath her chin. “Because if you are then you’re in even more trouble.”
“I want to get out of trouble, officer. But I just can’t quit being a bad, bad girl.”
“Then that only leaves me one choice, doesn’t it.”
I come around behind her and grab the sides of her panties, yanking them down exposing a shot of her dripping wet pussy looking at me from right in-between the back of her legs, framed above by that perfect ass of hers.
I lose all control.
I grab my belt and unhook it, causing a thud when it hits the floor. She comes up on her tiptoes when it makes contact with the floor and I slide ri
ght in behind her.
I whip off my sunglasses. I want to see this perfectly. Watch as I do things to her that will make her come until she can’t come anymore.
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