Off Duty (Shots On Goal Standalone Book 6)

by Kristen Hope Mazzola

  “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I asked softly before kissing down the nape of her neck.

  “I wouldn’t have dragged you over here if I was going to have second thoughts. Stop overthinking everything and just kiss me, dammit!” She locked her lips with mine as I muttered, “Yes, ma’am,” against her velvety Cupid’s bow.

  Her fingers trailed up and down my sides before traveling down to glide over my sensitive head.

  Jessica licked her lips as I rolled my head back a bit, letting out a deep groan as she grabbed my dick and started to stroke it firmly.

  “God, I want you so badly.” My voice was gravelly as Jessica began to send me into pure ecstasy.

  “Do you have a condom?” Her words barely broke through my daze of euphoria.

  I stuttered, “I-Inside jacket pocket, in the Altoids container.”

  Jessica grabbed the tin out of my coat, flipping open the lid to find my hidden stash. She started to giggle. “You have condom mints.” She sniggered a little harder. “Get it? Like condiments.”

  I shoved up onto one elbow, laughing with her a little. “Can’t keep ’em in my wallet, so I had to find somewhere else to hide them.”

  Ripping open the foil wrapper with her teeth, Jessica slid the condom down my shaft then positioned herself over me. With a deep breath in, she locked her deep blues with mine, letting the head of my dick glide into her slick opening. As my length started to fill her, she gasped. Tight did not do her justice—I could barely keep my composure.

  Dead puppies.

  Granny panties.

  Fuck.

  Her hips rocked in rhythm with mine as our breathing and pace quickened. It was the most intimate moment I had ever shared with someone else. It wasn’t that we were breaking every rule, it wasn’t how incredibly sexy Jessica was as her tits bounced while she rode my dick, and it wasn’t even how intoxicating her audible cries of pleasure were—it was that in that those minutes, we were the only two people on earth, completely and totally engulfed by each other.

  “Oh fuck, Sean.” Jessica cried out as her body started to tremble, sending me right into my own climax. My body started to shake as her pussy tightened and pulsed around my cock.

  “Jess, you’re perfect,” I whispered as her head fell onto my chest.

  “So, what do we tell everyone at work?” Jessica whispered into my ear as I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand.

  “Why don’t we worry about that when someone finally catches on? For now, let’s just enjoy the ride.” I kissed her soft lips, pulling her tighter into my arms.

  “I think we need to get back out there before someone realizes we’re missing.” Jess sighed into my chest before propping her chin up to look at me.

  “Ugh! Why is that a thing?” I complained, tightening my grip around her.

  “Duty calls, babe. Besides, we might be able to get off in time to make a late appearance at the Hayes’ party this evening.” Jess started to sort through the pile of clothes we had thrown onto the floorboard of the car.

  “Do you really think that’s a good idea?” I asked, not sure I would be able to hide the I-just-banged-my-hot-partner smile that was sure to be emblazoned on my face for the remainder of the evening.

  “If Myla finds out we got off of work in time and didn’t stop by, it will be both of our heads. Are you ready to deal with her feisty wrath? Because I sure as shit am not.”

  “Fine,” I reluctantly agreed. McBee did have a good point, after all.

  Chapter 11

  McBee

  “Yay! You guys made it!” Myla squealed as Sean and I walked into her and Gavin’s oversized penthouse. She was in true Myla form, bouncing over with a bottle of Moet gripped in her fist. “Gavin! Get the Tito’s!” she hollered over her shoulder before hooking her tiny arms around my middle nestling her head right in my boobs.

  “Happy we could make it.” I squeezed her back with a giggle.

  “Come in, come in.” She grabbed my hand, dragging us over to the makeshift bar where Jordan was shaking an Austin Apple for me already.

  “Got you behind the bar even on your night off, I see.” Sean went around to hug Jordan and grab a beer out of the fridge.

  Jordan shrugged, straining my drink into a tall glass. “You know how I am, Whistler—always gotta be hustlin’.” She started giggling as Will Crosby, the goalie for the Otters, made his way over, looking dapper in a dark blue sport coat and dark jeans.

  I felt completely underdressed as I scanned the room from my barstool while Jordan made goo goo eyes at her long-term crush. I was sporting neon unicorn and rainbow leggings, an enormous sweater, and hot pink Nikes—it was all I’d had in my locker down at the station. It was almost one in the morning, and there was no way in hell I was going to head all the way to my apartment to change. I was dead tired and if I’d seen my bed, I would not have been able to resist the temptation to climb into it on the spot. At least Sean was in faded jeans and an old Otters’ shirt.

  “Hey guys.” Crosby smiled at me as he shook Sean’s hand. “How’s it going on the thin blue line?”

  My entire face instantly got hot and turned red as I chewed on my lower lip. It was going to be harder to keep this a secret than I’d thought.

  “It was great tonight,” Sean answered quickly for us. “We worked the charity concert in Times Square. McBee’s first concert on the job was extremely successful and pretty entertaining, to say the least.”

  It wasn’t unlike Sean to build me up, especially around friends, but my entire body buzzed on the spot. The small reference—if that was even what it was—went right over Jordan and Will’s heads as they moved the conversation right along to The Hysterics and how well their new album was doing.

  “You know, the team got to meet all the band members and their crew not too long ago. They were at an away game we had in Chicago. Great group of guys.” Crosby’s statement just rolled off his tongue so naturally, like it wasn’t the biggest deal in the entire world.

  Internally, I was freaking out—firstly, for the secret sexcapade Sean and I just had, and then because one of the hockey players of my favorite team was sitting in a condo with me, talking about my favorite band. It was all too surreal.

  “How’s everything going with Mindie?” Sean asked coolly as he shot me a knowing glance. He could totally read my internal fangirl all over my face.

  Crosby smiled wide. “The divorce is final, thank fucking God.”

  Jordan’s face lit up instantly. “So glad that nightmare is finally ending for you.”

  It sucked, but Will Crosby’s marriage crumbling was front-page news all over the city. His wife had been cheating on him while he was on the road and had given birth to another man’s son. All the while, Will had thought everything was fine and had been so excited to become a father. He’d found out by finding paternity test papers in the nightstand in his wife’s hospital room right after her son was born. My heart broke for the guy, but I was so thrilled that he was not having to deal with a lying, cheating bitch anymore. I couldn’t imagine having my dirty laundry aired out for everyone to see, I was proud of Crosby for handing it so well and not letting it all get to him.

  “McBee!” Myla waved frantically, calling me over to the hallway that led to the master bedroom with Karla by her side.

  I hopped off the stool, glancing at Sean. “This oughta be fun.”

  He put his hand on my shoulder. “Nice knowing ya, McBee.”

  Jordan and Will were deep in conversation and had no idea I was even walking away from the group.

  “What’s up?” I asked as Myla slammed the door to her room shut.

  Her husky, Seven, was snoring on the bed, and she barely even lifted her head when we walked in. “What a lazy pup,” Karla remarked before Myla dove into her third degree.

  “Spill.” Myla stood tapping her foot with her hands planted on her hips. “Something is up and you’re going to tell us what it is.”

  I glanced at Karla, wh
o crossed her arms and nodded. “Yeah, you wouldn’t normally come this late after a long shift, and Sean hasn’t even tried to talk to Gavin or Brayden yet.”

  Shit. They’re too good.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just too hyped from the amazing concert and I begged Sean to come with me so I wasn’t the only loser here not in appropriate attire.”

  Myla pointed her finger at me with narrowed eyes. “You’re full of shit and you know it. We’re not going to drop it, so you might as well just come clean now.”

  Looking from one best friend to the other, I knew they were going to beat it out of me if need be. “Fine, I did a thing…well, we did a thing.” I threw my hands over my face as it burned, my heart thumping in my ears.

  “Oh! My! Goodness!” Myla started awkwardly swaying her drunken happy dance as she kicked off her black heels.

  “I knew it!” Karla hopped on the bed, starting to pet Seven. “Details,” she demanded.

  “We kissed and then had a little too much fun in the back of our cop car.” I quickly admitted, excited to be telling someone.

  Both of them gasped in unison as I started to pace around the room.

  “This is bad. This is so bad.” Panic started to take over as the words started to reply over and over in my head. I raked my nails over my scalp, pulling at my hair as the reality of what Sean and I had just done sank in.

  “No, this is amazing.” Myla grabbed my arm, pulling me to sit between Karla and her on the bed. “The two of you are meant to be together. We all know it. We all can see it. I am so thrilled you guys finally did something about it.”

  Karla shifted a little as Seven crawled into her lap, resting her head on my thigh. “Look, Myla and I will not tell anyone until you and Sean are ready. We won’t even tell the guys.”

  Karla locked eyes with Myla as she reluctantly agreed to keep the secret. “Yeah, we won’t even tell Gavin or Brayden.”

  Chapter 12

  Whistler

  “How was the concert?” Brayden asked when I walked out onto the balcony where he and Gavin were smoking cigars.

  Gavin handed me a Romeo y Julieta. I cut the end and started to light the stogie. Between puffs, I replied, “It was a nice break from the same old routine. I am just so ready to be off of nights already. I don’t know whose Cheerios I pissed in, but I have been on the job for too fucking long to get stuck with nights again.”

  Gavin blew out a plume of woody smoke. “Yeah, but Jess has only been in for a year. Could that be it?”

  I chewed on the end for a second. “I have no earthly idea, but I am fucking over it.”

  “How’s everything going on that front? The you and Jess being partners thing? Is it weird having a chick that hot as a partner?” Leave it to Brayden to ask the blunt, jackass question.

  “She’s awesome. I wouldn’t want another partner. We get along great and she’s one hell of a cop.” It was the truth, simple as that. Even though I couldn’t get the image of her riding my dick only hours before out of my head, first and foremost, Jess was my partner and best friend.

  “Sean? Ready to head out? I’m fucking beat.” Jess popped her head out of the sliding glass door.

  Handing the half-smoked cigar back to Gavin, I turned to McBee. “Yeah, I need to hit the sack too. Duty calls again tomorrow.”

  After we said our goodbyes, I drove Jessica to her apartment building like I had done countless times. This time, though, it felt wrong—I didn’t want her to get out of my car. I didn’t want to drive away from her. I never wanted to spend another second without her right by my side.

  “So, I guess this is good night?” She shifted her weight onto her elbow, which rested on the center console in my car.

  I brushed a lock of hair behind her ear before caressing her cheek. “It doesn’t have to be.”

  She bit her lower lip. “Yes. Yes, it does have to be good night. We can’t jump in with both feet here. We need to be smart about this.”

  I hated how right she was. I hated that she was going to make good decisions for the both of us when every cell in my body was screaming in protest.

  “Fine.” I rolled my head from side to side. “But know that I do not like this one bit.”

  Leaning over, she kissed my cheek. “I couldn’t agree more. Breakfast tomorrow so we can talk about everything?”

  “Yeah, that’s a good idea. Call me when you get up.” I squeezed her hand before she started to climb out of the passenger’s seat.

  “Sounds like a plan. See you in the morning, Whistler.” Her calling me by my last name was normal—we were cops, it was what we did—but right then, the world shifted and it was not all right anymore.

  “Jess?” I grabbed her hand quickly, stopping her as she was halfway out of the car.

  Wide-eyed, she cocked her head to the side. “Yeah?”

  “Please, call me Sean.” Happiness washed over her face at the simple request, and a calm smile played on her lips.

  “You got it, Sean.” She blew me a kiss before climbing out of the car and shutting the door.

  I waited until she was safely behind the security door of her building. I watched as she quickly glanced over her shoulder for one last look at me before the metal door slammed behind her. It was simple but it made my heart skip a little.

  She really does like me.

  I barely slept, replaying the evening over and over in my head.

  What if I completely fucked up?

  What if she regrets it?

  What the fuck was I thinking?

  She’s my partner.

  She’ off limits.

  She’s fucking perfect.

  I tormented myself overthinking the entire situation to death, playing out every damn scenario in my head—what would happen if someone saw us, what the captain would do if he found out, how we would tell the captain we were in love and were going to have to be reassigned.

  My stomach sank. I felt like a total pansy for how fucking wrecked I was over the entire situation. I was a goddamned basket case. The thing that worried me the most was protecting Jessica’s reputation. I would never want someone in the precinct to think she was easy or a slut.

  I tried to think back, and I actually could not remember Jess ever talking about another guy—no past relationships, old boyfriends, or weird sexual conquests. It wasn’t like I was forthcoming on that front either with her, or had much to tell, for that matter.

  I grabbed my phone. Took a deep breath. Typed out a text and read it over and over before I hit the send button.

  Me: There are over eight million people in this city and you are the only one I truly see.

  Cheesy—totally cheesy—but it was true, and right then I needed Jess to wake up to a message showing her how in this I was. I wasn’t going to half-ass it. I was going to jump in with both feet even if it wasn’t what we were allowed to do. I was going to show her that we had not made a mistake—we were supposed to be together. In all of the scenarios that I had played out, not one involved us being apart or not pursuing a relationship—that was one thing I knew for sure, I was at least going to try.

  My phone vibrated with a call, and I jumped thinking it was going to be Jess calling me right away, but Gavin’s name scrolled across my screen.

  “Hey, man. What the fuck are you doing up at six in the morning?” I groaned as I answered the call and stretched.

  “Get Jess and get the fuck over to my place right now. I don’t know what to fucking do. We need you guys’ help.” Gavin’s voice was low and panicky.

  “Be there in a few minutes.” I grabbed my clothes off the of floor from the night before, got dressed as fast as I could and rushed down the three flights of stairs to my car parked in its spot.

  Chapter 13

  McBee

  My phone buzzed on my nightstand with an extremely sweet text that melted my heart immediately. It was relieving to say the least that Sean felt the way he did. I needed to know that his feelings mirro
red mine, and there it was, plain as day.

  As I was about to type out a reply, he called me.

  “Sean?” I answered right away.

  “Get dressed. I’m on my way to pick you up,” he barked into the phone breathlessly.

  “What’s wrong?” I jumped out of bed, grabbing a pair of jeans out of my bottom dresser drawer.

  “I don’t know, but Gavin and Myla need us right now.”

  Myla and Gavin were standing in the middle of their living room when Sean and I hurried into their penthouse. Myla’s cheeks were puffy and her eyes were bloodshot. Gavin looked like he was about to rip someone limb from limb.

  “What’s going on?” I asked, pulling Myla’s shaking body into a bear hug.

  “Someone threatened to kill Myla.” Gavin slammed his fist against the wall as he roared.

  “Wait—what?” Sean ripped a piece of paper out of Gavin’s hand.

  I pulled at one side of the handwritten note as I read the death threat, still holding Myla with one arm. She was lightly sobbing into my shoulder as her entire body shuddered.

  You can’t hide. You can’t always be protected. I will get you one way or another. You do not deserve him. He should be with me. It is only a matter of time until you’re out of the way for good.

  “Was this delivered by mail?” I asked as Myla shook her head against the crook of my shoulder.

  “Our doorman had it waiting for us this morning, said the nightshift guy had gotten it from a courier right before his shift ended at four in the morning,” Gavin responded.

  “Have any crazy fans been lurking lately?” Sean asked, putting the note back down on the coffee table.

  Gavin threw his hands in the air. “Fuck, I haven’t had to deal with a crazy fan since I was a damn rookie. I’m no Tyler Seguin or any other pretty boy women fawn over constantly.”