BEAUTY AND THE BADGE

by cpsmi

  “Good?”

  I swallow the smooth Riesling and smile at him. “Delicious.”

  When he makes a noise that’s half growl, half groan, I look into his eyes and am immediately consumed by the heat I find.

  This man is under my skin in a way no one else ever has been. I know we’ve been together for only a hot minute and all the rules of dating say I should wait, but I’m more than ready for whatever comes next.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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  TYLER

  TO HER, THE way she licks her lip to collect the tiny droplet of wine left there probably seems completely innocent. To me, it’s like watching the start to the hottest fucking porno ever made. She may as well be waving a red flag in front of a bull. The way her pink tongue traces her plump, ripe bottom lip is far more enthralling than it has any right to be. I realize that the growl in my head made its way out when her eyes fly up to meet mine.

  Ashley blinks several times like she’s making sure she’s not asleep. Putting my untouched cup of wine down, I take hers and set it next to mine. I then pull her close, watching the way her pupils dilate as I do. The soft sigh that passes through her lips is my undoing. With zero finesse, I capture her sweet lips with mine and kiss the hell out of her.

  She tastes like wine—sweet and a little tart—and the way she kisses me back is everything. Her tongue meets mine over and over again, accelerating the beat of my heart. Goddamn, I never want to stop kissing this girl. As the minutes pass, our kisses transition from slow and sensual to faster and more desperate, just like last night. Everything about Ashley makes me go from zero to sixty in less than two seconds, so I’m not surprised that we’re teetering on the brink of being out of control.

  When she slides her fingers into my hair, the skin across my entire body feels like it’s on fire. I’ve been attracted to women before, but never, ever like this. Not even close. Ashley is in a league all her own. She’s special. There are a thousand different reasons, and I know in my gut that no one will ever get to me the way she does. Her kisses are like a drug.

  It doesn’t take long for us to wind up in the same position we were in last night—her in my lap, straddling me. I’m living for her little mewls and the way she tries to get closer. As desperate as I am for her, I love knowing she feels the same toward me. When she rocks herself against my cock, I almost lose it. Thirty-two years old and I’m worried I might come in my jeans like a randy teenager during their first make out session. Gathering the ends of her silken hair in my fist, I give a gentle tug. At the same time, I tear my lips away from hers.

  Her pouty lips are swollen and she’s got a dreamy-as-fuck look in her eyes. She tries to lean in and kiss me again, so I tug at her hair and shake my head. Goddamn, this girl is hell on my willpower. It’s not that I’m trying to take things slow so much as I need to make sure she fully understands how serious I am before we jump to the next step.

  “Tyler,” she whimpers. “I need….”

  Fuck, I know what she needs. I’ve never needed anyone this much before in my life, but I’m not fucking her tonight. No matter how much I want to. I’ve made a mental promise to myself that I won’t do shit until Saturday night—which is four days from now. Including tonight that’s five nights, five dates and five chances for me to make it clear to her this isn’t just me looking to get off. I don’t just want to fuck this woman; I want to make her mine.

  The look on her face and the liquid heat in her vibrant brown eyes is nearly my undoing. My willpower is like a rubber band, ready to snap at any moment. If I didn’t care so much, we’d both be naked, and she’d be taking my cock in a way that would light her up so much that people a quarter of a mile away would hear her cries of pleasure. We can’t do that yet, but there is something I can do to ease her.

  “Stand up, turn around, and sit down on my lap again,” I command, my voice gruff.

  She blinks, looking dazed. “What?”

  “Just do it.”

  “Okay.”

  I help her stand and then wrap my arms around her when she sits back down. “Relax and lay your head on my shoulder.”

  Her silky hair slides against my cheek, and the apple scent of her shampoo tickles my senses as she complies. I’ve never been so turned on by something as simple as shampoo. Don’t even get me started on whatever perfume it is that she wears. Ashley smells delectable, and I’m looking forward to tasting every goddamn inch of her. Soon.

  Just a few days from now, I remind myself.

  Fuck me… that may as well be four thousand the way I feel right now. Harnessing my self-control, I take the hem of her shirt and start pulling it up ever so slowly. She sucks in a surprised breath and shifts in my lap. Holding back a curse of desire, I watch as the creamy skin of her stomach comes into view. Letting go of the hem, I set my hands directly on her skin and slowly move them up. Her breathing quickens, and my dick gets harder, the closer I get to the bottom of her bra.

  When I get there, I bunch her shirt up all the way and pull it over her head. After smoothing it down behind her, I smile at the visual. Her arms are still in the sleeves of her top, so she looks a little trussed up, which is hot as fuck. Licking my lips, I set my hands at her shoulders and glide them down to her breasts. Her bra is white lace, so it affords me an incredible view of her pale cinnamon-colored nipples. Sliding my hands into either side of the bra, I cup her breasts. Her little gasp of pleasure is music to my ears. Swirling two fingers over each of her nipples, I groan when she grinds her bottom against my cock. Pinching the tight peaks, I’m rewarded with a moan. “Your tits are sensitive. Does playing with them like this get you wet?”

  She nods. “Yes.”

  “Fuck,” I groan. “I love that. Tell me the truth, babe. After I left last night, did you lay on your bed in the dark and pinch them?”

  She hesitates, swallowing audibly.

  “Don’t be shy around me, baby. When I went home, I fucked my fist until I came all over my stomach. When I was done, I did it all over again not ten minutes later. Both times, I thought of what it’s going to feel like to suck on your tits, eat your little cunt, and fuck you until you come all over my dick,” I tell her, pinching her nipples and pulling on them a little as I do. “When I came, I called your name.”

  “Oh, God,” she murmurs, her voice shaky. “You did?”

  “I did. And when I woke up in the middle of the night hard as a fucking rock, I did it again. I’m not ashamed that I’ve thought about you every single time I’ve jacked off since you got to town. Don’t think for a minute that the idea of you making yourself come is in any way a turn-off, babe. The solid feel of my dick against your ass right now should be making it really clear that where you’re concerned, everything is a turn-on.”

  She shivers when I pinch her nipples a little harder, tugging them out for a second before I let go and soothe them with my thumbs.

  “Tell me what you did when I left last night,” I order as I pinch again, this time holding it for a few seconds before letting go.

  “It didn’t take much,” she confesses, her voice low. “I was already so wet, so desperate for release.”

  “Were you naked?”

  “Yes. I… I got undressed right after you left and I locked up.”

  “Fuck,” I groan. “I wish I could’ve seen that.”

  “Mm,” she moans. “From the window?”

  Goddamn, my girl is hotter than fucking fire. “Yeah, baby, from the window. If I’d stayed to watch, what would I have seen?”

  “I started by running my hands over my body, especially my breasts.”

  “Tits,” I growl against her ear. “You’ve got amazing fucking tits, Ashley. Be proud of that. Someday soon, I’m going to fuck them. I bet you’ll love it. When I finish, I’ll come all over your nipples.”

  Her heart beats faster beneath my hand as her breathing escalates.

  “You will?”

  “I will. I’ve been dreaming
about doing that since day one. We’ll save that for later though. Right now, tell me what you did after you ran your hands over your body.”

  “I licked my thumbs and swirled them over my nipples. They were so stiff and sensitive. When I pinched them for the first time, I moaned way too loud.”

  The scene in my mind is more than X-rated, and I love it.

  “I tried to keep myself on the edge, tried not to move my hand down between my legs, because I knew I’d come fast. I couldn’t wait though. I could feel how wet I was….”

  “On your thighs?” I prod. “Were you making a mess?” I pinch her nipples again.

  “Mm. Yes.”

  “Because I got your pussy good and wet before I left,” I rasp.

  “Yesss,” she agrees.

  Taking my hands from her bra, I move them down her stomach. Stopping at her jeans, I undo the button, take the zipper down, and slide my hand inside. Setting my hand on the damp heat of her panties, I press down with my palm on the area above her clit.

  “Tyler,” she gasps.

  “When I slide my fingers beneath these panties, will you be as wet as you were last night?”

  “Probably more,” she admits.

  “Good. Keep telling me exactly what you did.”

  “I slid my fingers down to my…”

  “Pussy,” I growl. “Say it.”

  “I slid my fingers down to my pussy, and I was so, so wet. I stayed away from the hood of my clit because I wanted it to last, but I knew it wasn’t going to take long.”

  Sliding my hand beneath her panties, I bite back a curse. Fuck, she’s so goddamn wet. I want to get inside of her raw so I can feel all of this with nothing between us. Forcing myself not to lose it, I mimic what she’s describing to me, careful to steer clear of the top of her clit.

  “I needed to feel full,” she whispers, “so I pushed a finger in.”

  We both groan when I slide my middle finger into her heat. Goddamn, she’s fucking tight. With my free hand, I press down on her pubic bone with my palm as I slowly move the finger I’ve got inside her in and out. Her head lolls on my shoulder as she clenches around it, her little mewls of pleasure hot enough that I feel my cock leaking pre-cum.

  “That feels so good,” she moans.

  Yeah, it does. I’m not even inside her, but I’m primed like a goddamn pump in an oil field. One touch of my cock to her cunt right now and I’d come. Hard.

  “Did you stick with one finger or did you add another?”

  She hesitates. “I, uh, added another, but…”

  “But what, babe?”

  She lets out a breath. “My fingers are smaller than yours. Just the one feels like both of mine.”

  Yeah. She’s going to be the fucking death of me. Pulling my middle finger out, I push two back in. She’s tight as fuck, so I go slow. “Gonna need to work you up to my dick,” I tell her. “It’s a lot fucking bigger than two fingers.”

  Her pussy clenches as she gets impossibly wetter. Once I’m in deep, I start to fuck her with my fingers as well as I can with her jeans in the way. She’s so wet and tight that it’s a struggle not to yank her pants down, tear off her underwear, and bury my face between her legs. I can’t wait to eat her out.

  “Do you rub up on your G-spot?” I ask.

  “I can’t…. I’ve never found it,” she says breathlessly.

  I grin, knowing I’m about to rock her world. Moving my fingers just so, I find the spot. The second I start rubbing at it, she sucks in a sharp breath. At the same time, I press down more firmly on her pubic bone.

  “Oh my… oh… Tyler,” she moans.

  Burying my face in her neck, I focus on making her come. My fingers move faster, hitting the spot just right. Her gasps and cries are music to my ears, and the honey she’s dripping all over my fingers is making me so hard I know I’m going to come in my goddamn pants like a fucking teenager on a first date, but fuck if I can stop it. The way she’s lighting up for me is too much for me to be able to stop it, and the truth is—I don’t want to.

  “Oh shit, oh, ah, yes, yes,” she whimpers, her hips moving up and down as I fuck her little cunt with my fingers.

  “I’m… oh my God, maybe you should, unf, stop,” she gasps.

  I work faster, hitting the spot with more force as the sound of her wetness makes me impossibly harder.

  “Come for me, Ashley. Let go.”

  “Tyler!” she screams, her entire body shaking as she comes, her honey flooding my hand.

  She goes from one to the next, her body trembling as I work her over. My name is a litany on her lips, her hips bucking as she cries out again and again as her pussy clenches around my fingers. Lifting my palm from her pubic bone, I place two fingers on her clit and start rubbing against it in fast circles. She sucks in a breath and then screams, just once, as her entire body seizes up when she comes harder than she has yet. I don’t stop, enjoying the way her shaking intensifies as she rides it out.

  When it’s over, she slumps back against me, her breath coming in great gusts. Taking my hands out of her pants, I wrap one arm around her while I bring the other, the one that was inside her, up to my mouth. I can’t not get a taste of her. Licking the tip of my finger, I groan. “You taste so fucking good,” I growl. “Next time we do this, it’ll be on a bed so I can eat every last drop.”

  She’s so rocked that she’s quivering and her breathing is still loud. “What… was… that?” she asks through gasps for air.

  “That was a G-spot orgasm,” I chuckle. “You’ll be having a lot of those from here on out.”

  A minute or so passes before she says, “I think my legs are still shaking.”

  I grin. “Just imagine what we have to look forward to once we’re naked and on a bed.”

  “Holy crap,” she murmurs. “I’m not sure my heart can take it. I’ve never…. That was…. I think I was outside my body for a second. I’ve never had an orgasm like that.”

  Have I said this girl will be the death of me? Because she probably will.

  What a way to go though.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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  TYLER

  “I WAS PATROLLING near the psycho’s apartment earlier, so I drove by and took a look at her place,” Ben announces as he strolls into my office.

  Dropping into one of the two chairs facing my desk, he stretches his legs out, leans back, and crosses his arms over his chest.

  “Did you see her?”

  “What I saw was a For Rent sign in the window of her unit. The bitch split,” he says, a hint of pride in his voice.

  The relief I feel knowing she’s gone is telling. I didn’t realize how much stress I’ve been holding onto about this until right now. Ninety-five percent of the relief is because I’m glad Ashley won’t have to deal with that goddamn bitch again.

  “Thanks for checking. And thanks for going with me the other night too. It’s your quick thinking that got her to show her hand, which means you’re the reason Rita got on her broom and flew off.”

  Throwing his head back, Ben laughs. “Honest to fuck, I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that psycho actually has a broom. She’s a textbook example of why thinking with your dick is a bad idea. Not for nothing, yours definitely had a set of beer goggles on where she was concerned, because she’s not all that. She’s about as subtle as a bull in a china shop, and she’s got one of the worst cases of PBF I’ve ever seen.”

  “PBF?”

  “Permanent bitch face,” he answers. “Some girls have resting bitch face, which typically has nothing to do with their overall disposition. Rita has permanent bitch face. Doesn’t matter if she’s laughing, smiling, or cussing a person out for calling her on her shit—the bitch is always there.”

  He’s not wrong about that. Also, he’s probably right about why it’s never good to think with your dick.

  “You played the recording of her psycho bullshit for everyone she mentioned, right?”

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nbsp; I grimace as I nod. “Yeah. Talk about uncomfortable. Luckily, most were relieved I brought it to them and that I told her to get the hell out of town.”

  He cocks his head. “Most?”

  “Judge Kahn was pissed as hell that we goaded Rita. I understand she doesn’t want people knowing that she cheated on her husband—with a woman, no less—but she has no business expecting everyone in this town to put up with Rita’s games and bullshit in order to keep her quiet.”

  “Not to mention bitches like Rita are incapable of keeping shit to themselves,” Ben points out. “She was too easy to play, man. She’s not fuckin’ wrapped too tight, which means her emotions always get the better of her. The only thing to do with her is call her ass out and make her see she doesn’t hold any power. She’ll move right on to someone weaker and easier to manipulate. That’s what I think she’s doing now. We let her know her shit wasn’t going to fly, so she moved on.”

  “I’m glad,” I admit.

  “My bet is that she already had a backup plan in place,” he says. “She skipped town fast as fuck. Makes me think she’s gotten caught before.”

  Considering that, I nod. He has a good point. “I wouldn’t be surprised, considering what a fuckin’ mess she is.”

  Anyone who would think to sleep with a bunch of people to gain so-called power is fucking twisted and crazy.

  “I’m going to look into it,” he declares. “What she pulled here was fucked up. It wouldn’t take much to keep an eye on her just in case she decides to come back.”

  I shrug. “Her mom lives in town, which means she’s got family ties here. I’m sure we’ll see her again. Whenever it’s necessary, I’ll be ready to go toe-to-toe with her. Until that day comes, I’m not going to think about her at all. I suggest you do the same. Don’t get sucked into her shit. However good your intentions, she’s a waste of fucking time.”