BEAUTY AND THE BADGE

by cpsmi

  Ending the kiss, he lifts his head. “You still good with me going in bare? You can still change your mind.”

  I nod, because I’m better than good with it. I’m on the pill and his clean test results came in yesterday, so I know we’re okay. “I just want you,” I murmur. “Nothing between us.”

  “Always,” he answers.

  Kissing me again, he reaches between us and adjusts himself. When I feel the fat head of his cock at my entrance, I moan and tear my mouth from his.

  “You’re so big,” I whisper.

  “And you’re so fuckin’ not,” he growls, his jaw clenching as he watches my pussy take his cock. “Jesus fuck,” he hisses as the first inch sinks in.

  I moan something incomprehensible, clawing at the comforter beneath me as he braces himself over me with one arm. With the other, he reaches between us and starts rubbing circles on my clit. The feeling of that in combination with the way his cock is stretching me is almost too much for me to handle. He’s not even halfway in yet and I’ve never felt so full.

  Pulling back, he rocks in again. I’m plenty wet, which helps. He repeats the movement half a dozen times, and I’m awed by his level of self-control.

  “That’s it, baby,” he praises as he sinks in to the root. I blow out a breath as my pussy clenches around his thick cock. The pillow beneath me suddenly gives this angle a whole new meaning.

  “Give it a minute,” he murmurs. “Just feel me in there.”

  Not only do I feel him in my pussy, I feel him in my veins. Tyler has worked his way inside me on every level, and I never want to lose this feeling.

  The feeling of him being inside me but not moving goes from good to the most unbelievable form of erotic torture in the blink of an eye. He laughs when I whimper and tilt my hips, trying to get some relief.

  “You’re ready,” he says.

  Beyond, even. Pulling back, he thrusts back in. At first, he’s slow and easy about it, but within minutes, he picks up speed. My legs are wrapped around his waist and my hands are gripping his shoulders tight as he fucks me, harder and faster as every moment passes. I arch beneath him, crying out as his cock pounds into me. The grunts and groans coming from his mouth are the best kind of non-verbal compliment I’ve ever received. He alternates between watching his cock move in and out, watching the way my tits bounce with each thrust, and looking into my eyes.

  “So. Fucking. Good,” he pants as he thrusts. And then, “Reach between us and rub your clit, baby. I want to feel you coming on my dick.”

  As soon as I touch my clit, I know I’m going to come fast. When Tyler tells me how hot my tight little cunt is around his hard cock, I throw my head back and come with a cry.

  “That’s it, baby,” he pants, still going. “Give me all your sweet cream.”

  “Tyler! God, Tyler,” I whimper, my head thrashing back and forth on the pillow.

  I barely finish coming when he pulls out and quickly flips me over. When he slides back into me, I bury my face in the comforter and scream. He’s even bigger this way, and my already sensitive pussy is stretched to capacity. He’s thundering into me now at a rate I didn’t realize was even humanly possible. Hands at my waist, he pulls me back against him with every forward thrust, the slap-slap-slap of his skin hitting mine filling the room. This isn’t just sex. It’s something else entirely.

  “Brace on one hand and work your nipples with the other,” he orders. “Don’t be gentle.”

  My already sensitive nipples are somehow even more tender. Each twist and pull has a direct line down to my clit, making me even wetter.

  “Yeah,” he praises as he pounds into me. “So fuckin’ wet, Ashley. Making a beautiful mess all over my dick and my bed. I love it.”

  I think I’m as high as I can go, but he proves me wrong when he lets go of the right side of my waist. When I feel his hand spreading my ass, I let out a strangled breath. I hear the sound of spit and then his wet finger is tracing my hole, an area no one’s ever touched before. If you asked me three minutes ago if I liked ass play, it’d have been a firm no, but the sensation is incredible. He teases the bud, swirling his finger over it as he continues pounding in and out of me. When he pushes it in, just a little bit, I let out a garbled cry.

  “Don’t tense up,” he says. “Push out and then back.”

  Doing as he says, I feel my eyes roll back in my head as his finger breaches. Locking up around him, I scream as I come again, so hard I know I won’t be able to move anytime soon. The deeper his finger goes, the more intense my orgasm is, and the pounding of his cock inside me is making it go on and on.

  “Fuck,” he bellows. “Fuck, baby, I’m coming.”

  The heat of his release inside me makes me shake. My orgasm continues as he jerks into me with his cock, his finger thrusting in and out of my ass as he does. When it’s over and we’re both spent, I’m more than breathless. I wince when he pulls out, but other than dropping onto my stomach, I don’t move, because I can’t.

  I feel him push my hair off my neck and drop a kiss on my shoulder, but I’m too far-gone to say anything. I’m aware I’m well on my way to sleep, but there’s nothing I can do to stop it. When my eyelids flutter shut, I don’t fight it.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

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  ASHLEY

  ON THE FIRST Sunday of every month, there’s a barbecue night at Charlotte’s Cove Park. Rick’s Rolling Barbecue serves up two different dinner options: ribs or half a roasted chicken. Every year when my grandparents and I returned to LA, one of the things I’d miss the most was Rick’s. I’ve never had better barbecue anywhere, and I doubt I ever will. Big Rick, his son Little Rick, and now Little Rick’s son Three—short for Richard Mann the third—have a gift that is being passed down through the generations.

  Everyone in the Cove loves Rick’s, so turnout is always high. It’s not just the locals either. Rolling Barbeque is booked up on the tourist side of town six or seven months out. However, the first Sunday of every month is a non-negotiable date, no matter how much money the vacationers offer. Rita’s ex once offered Rick’s five thousand dollars to cater a barbecue on one of those Sundays. Not only did they turn him down, but they also blacklisted him for being rude enough to try to bribe them. They wouldn’t serve him at any event they worked, even if it was on his side of town. He sent his maid to pick up dinner for him here once, and they turned her away—after they fed her for free.

  Hand in hand, Tyler and I are making our way through the park, where anyone who isn’t sick, dying, or tending to an emergency is assembled for barbecue night. Our progress is slow, because so many people are calling out greetings. “Good evening, Chief. Miss Colton.”

  It’s funny how since I started working at the station people have taken to calling me Miss Colton. Spotting the Andovers, I squeeze Tyler’s hand. “They’re with Felicity,” I say. Nodding, he sets a course for the area where they’re seated.

  “Children,” Millie greets.

  Gah, she’s adorable. Tonight’s ensemble is a bright turquoise Hawaiian top, bright pink capri pants, and her somehow always-bright-white Bobos.

  “Hi, everyone,” I say, waving at both couples. “It’s great to see you again, Felicity.”

  “And you too,” she answers with a smile. “I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to see you and the chief together. As soon as Millie told me you were moving to the Cove permanently and needed a job, I knew fate was involved. Putting a sweet, beautiful girl like you close to Tyler was a stroke of genius. I know horn tooting is frowned upon, but in this case, I’m going to do it anyway. You make a beautiful couple.”

  My eyes widen as her words sink in. I knew Millie was playing matchmaker after I met Tyler, but I had no idea Felicity was her cohort. My eyes dart to Tyler, hoping he isn’t upset the ladies were working on getting us together, but he’s grinning at Felicity like she just handed him a gift.

  “I knew it,” he says, chuckling. “When Ashley showed up for wor
k that first day, I realized neither of you had bothered to mention she was gorgeous.”

  Sigh. Every time he says something positive about my appearance, I melt a little inside. I’ve never felt as attractive or as desired as I do with him. Not even close.

  “But I didn’t start to truly suspect until about two weeks ago,” he continues.

  “What gave us away?” Felicity asks.

  “It was the policy manual. Everything else from that early is on a shelf or in a drawer—even important stuff about the town charter. The day Ashley started, I went looking for the manual to see if there was anything in there about interoffice dating. Lo and behold, it was sitting right next to my printer. I didn’t pick up on that at first, but a few weeks ago, it struck me as being entirely too easy to find. You knew I’d look, didn’t you?”

  Felicity grins. “I figured I’d help you along by leaving the manual out where you could get it without having to search. You’re a good man, Tyler. I knew you’d check to make sure it wasn’t against the rules.”

  “With Ashley’s qualifications and the fact that no policy against dating existed, it was a no-brainer to set it up so you’d see each other every day,” Millie points out.

  “Proximity is one of the most important factors of a successful match,” Felicity declares.

  “It’s true. Our club has found that to be essential. So far, it’s worked out for us every time,” Millie boasts.

  This is the first time I’m hearing about them matchmaking as some kind of hobby. “Your club?” I ask.

  Felicity shoots Millie an exasperated look. “Ixnay on details,” she tells her. “The first rule of our club is that we’re not supposed to talk about it.”

  “So it’s like Fight Club,” Tyler jokes.

  “It’s most definitely not like that,” Millie answers. “But Felicity is correct—we’re not supposed to talk about it unless we come to you for help, at which point you’re sworn to secrecy.”

  “For real?” I ask, surprised they’re so secretive about whatever they’ve got going on.

  “We never joke about matchmaking, dear. It’s a lot of behind-the-scenes maneuvering, but it’s worth the effort. Just look at you and Tyler. It’s worked like a charm.”

  “I won’t argue with that,” Tyler agrees, looking down and smiling at me.

  Right away, heat starts building inside me, and the look in his eyes tells me it’s the same for him. It’s been two weeks since we made love for the first time. You’d think in that time at least a little bit of the frantic need would’ve worn off, but quite the opposite has happened. I honestly had no idea a person could have—or want to have—as much sex as we do. If there’s a chance for us to get naked—or just naked enough—we do. Honestly, if it were possible, we’d have more. I’ve never felt anything like this.

  “I see your friends have held a spot for you. That means it’s time to take your bedroom eyes and move on, children,” Millie says, her tone dry.

  Embarrassed, I duck my head against Tyler’s shoulder, which is moving up and down with silent laughter. “Abe, Mr. Falls, ladies. We’ll see you around.”

  “Bye,” I say softly, still blushing.

  Once we’re out of earshot, I let out a mortified groan. “God, I feel like such a ho.”

  Tyler throws back his head and laughs. “Babe, you’re not a ho.”

  “I just thought about sex in front of the Andovers and the Fallses,” I whisper.

  “Right in front of them like they’d be watching? I’m up for a lot of stuff, but that’s not on the menu.”

  I shudder. “Don’t even joke about that.”

  As embarrassed as I am that Millie caught me making goo-goo eyes at Tyler, it’s not like I can help it. Until him, I never knew it was possible to feel so passionate. I’ve been desperate to come before, but always at my own hand. The two guys I was with before—one in high school, one just after college—couldn’t get the job done. The foreplay could turn me on, but they were incapable of getting me over the line. To be fair, I was largely responsible for that, because I couldn’t get out of my head. Getting over the finish line was impossible with all the mental gymnastics I was constantly doing.

  It’s not like that with Tyler at all. My body lights up when he’s around in a way it never has before. When he kisses me, I feel like I’m floating on a big cloud of desire. When he touches me, I go wild. Inhibitions gone. Shame gone. I have zero worry that he might think I look weird when I come or that I’m too noisy or that there’s something odd about my body. I’ve always felt too uptight to let go with anyone else. With him, I can’t hold back.

  Letting go of my hand, he throws an arm around my shoulders as we step off the path onto the grass. Ben, Jana, Reese, and Will have set up camp on three large blankets under one of the biggest willow trees in the park. After quick hellos, the guys head off to get the food we ordered from Rick’s. Barbecue night isn’t just delicious; it’s easy, since you place your order online before the event. Once Jana helps me spread out the well-worn blanket I brought for Tyler and me, we get comfortable.

  “I swiped right on a dentist from Seattle. He said he was looking to open a practice in Charlotte’s Cove, so we went out for lunch this afternoon,” she says.

  “How’d it go?” I ask, kicking off my sandals and setting them to the side of the blanket. It’s officially summer now, so it’s a whopping seventy-nine degrees at the moment. Here in the Cove, that’s pretty darn warm. Tonight, I’m wearing a pair of white shorts and an ombre navy top. My hair is in a half up, half down style, which is a necessity to hide the hickey Tyler left on the back of my neck.

  “It went badly,” she sighs. “Do you know if there’s a legitimate reason why men are so damn stupid?”

  I shake my head. “Uh-oh. What happened?”

  “For starters, he wasn’t a dentist. I knew as soon as he smiled. No dentist would have a chipped front tooth. So, yeah. That was strike one. Strike two was that he was rude to Meghan when she took our order. Strike three came when he sipped his beer and I saw a very clear tan line from a wedding ring.”

  I cringe. “Gross.”

  “I texted Ben and told him what was up and he came down and ran the guy’s plates. Turns out he’s a janitor from Rainier Beach with a wife, two kids, and another on the way. I’m really not sure what he was thinking when he lied to me. It’s not like I didn’t tell him I was a cop.”

  Poor Jana. She really does have the worst luck with men. After nearly three months of working together, she still hasn’t told me who it is she really wants. I know it’s someone on the force, but every time I try to talk to her about it, she shuts down the conversation.

  “What happened when you called him on it?”

  She wrinkles her nose and looks down at her lap to pick at her leggings. “You know how it is. He said something along the lines of, ‘my wife doesn’t suck my dick on demand now that the kids came along, so I’ve got the right to stick it other places.’”

  I grimace. “That’s disgusting.”

  “It is, and what’s worse is there are women out there who fall for that shit,” she answers. “Anyway, seeing as how he was a liar, I sent him on his way before dessert was served.”

  “I’m sorry it was a bust.”

  “It wasn’t a total bust,” she says. She tried to sound cheerful, but I could see through it. “I got two desserts out of it, and yesterday was strawberry shortcake day at Ted’s, which made it a win.”

  “You know, maybe we should talk to Millie and Felicity about you. They just admitted to Tyler and me that they played matchmaker with us from the beginning.”

  I’m dying to say they’re part of some matchmaking club, but the fact that they were so specific about people not knowing keeps me from sharing that detail.

  “I’m at the point where I’d gladly take an assist,” Jana grumbles. “I need something; I’m just not sure what it is.”

  I nod, thinking about how lucky I am that Millie, Felicity, and whatever c
lub they’re part of decided Tyler and I were a good idea.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

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  ASHLEY

  “YOU READY FOR this?” Tyler asks as he gestures out to the Wenatchee River.

  I clap my hands twice and shift from foot to foot, because I’m still trying to get comfortable in the wetsuit I’m wearing. “So, so ready.”

  “I didn’t realize my woman’s an adrenaline junkie,” he says, pride evident in his voice.

  “I wouldn’t go that far,” I scoff. “This is more about me seizing the day and being open to adventure. I’m not quite ready for skydiving or anything truly wild, which disqualifies me from being a badass.”

  Tyler chuckles as he throws an arm over my shoulders and pulls me as close to his side as he can, considering we’re both wearing wetsuits and life vests. “I disagree, babe. I think you’re a major fuckin’ badass.”

  I don’t get to respond, since Gary, who is one of our river guides, starts clapping his hands to get the attention of the small group assembled at the shore. “All right, folks, Caroline and I have gone through and double-checked to make certain everyone’s life vests, helmets, and all of the equipment necessary for our trip down the river are good to go, and they are. Are you all fired up and ready to ride?”

  The people gathered at the waterline, including Tyler and me, clap and cheer, so both guides know we’re ready. We’re going to spend the next three-plus hours traveling twenty miles downriver, and all of us are excited about it.

  Once we’re in the big raft and holding our paddles, it’s time to go. “We’re steering right into that class-four rapid right there,” Caroline chirps, gesturing to the area of churning water a bit downriver. “It’ll be chilly, but I promise it’s invigorating!”

  I’m even more excited about whitewater rafting when we start paddling. Once our raft gets sucked into the rapid, I let out a shriek of laughter. Caroline was right; the water is cold, but it’s also exhilarating.