by K. C. Crowne
I wished my parents were there. That they were able to see what was going on and give me some advice. When they’d been killed, I’d felt totally lost. And I hadn't started to feel whole again until I had become a cop myself. I’d made it my mission to never let a perp go unpunished, especially when there was a family involved. I had lived up to my part so far, but the ability to do so was being stripped away from me.
I set the ax down, pulled my sopping wet T-shirt off my back, and tossed it to the side. The breeze soothed my hot, sweaty muscles. I picked the ax back up and kept going, running the most current events over and over in my mind.
I may be a cocky bastard, just like Rene thinks, but that doesn’t mean I’m not a damn good cop. Regardless of my personality flaws, I had a sense for crime, for tracking the perps down and bringing them to justice. I had something in me that was capable of doing detective work and noticing all the critical details. This whole mess might strip all of it away from me the same way that damn foul ball had robbed me of my baseball career. It was like I could never find my place in the world without someone or something getting in the way.
I hoisted the ax over my head but stopped when I heard the sound of tires on the gravel road. I watched as a car came around the corner and drove toward the house. The fuck is this? I put the tool down next to me and leaned on it. Who in the world would be coming all the way out to my grandmother’s house to visit me? The only people that even knew I was there were the captain and Rene. Even my partner had no idea what was going on or where I was, something I felt guilty about but figured it was for the best.
I gripped my fists tightly and flexed my chest muscles, my nerves on fire. However, as the car grew closer, I could see Rene sitting behind the wheel. My shoulders relaxed, and I ignored the electricity pulsing through my body at the sight of her. She was supposed to be in the city, working on the investigation with my captain. I was hoping she was there to tell me they had caught someone already. If that was the case, though, she would have just called.
I watched as she pulled her car up behind my truck and turned off the ignition. She opened the door and stepped out, gingerly walking across the yard in her dressy work shoes. Her legs looked hotter than hell, and she was wearing that black, tight, pencil skirt she’d been wearing when I’d seen her for the first time in over a decade.
She walked carefully with her hands out to her sides, trying not to trip as the heels of her shoes sunk into the soil. Her hair was down for the first time in a while, and the red highlights glimmered in the afternoon sunshine. I couldn’t help but think about how beautiful she was, or how much I wanted to get that skirt off her.
She looked down at the pile of chopped wood, giving me a raised eyebrow. Then she turned back toward me and stopped right in front of me. She didn’t say a word, just stood there with red cheeks. She wiggled her heel back and forth in the ground below us and stared at me. I cleared my throat, thinking that would bring her back to the present, but it didn’t seem to work either. I laughed uncomfortably but shut it off, trying to follow her eyes. I realized what was going on. I chuckled loudly, throwing my head back.
“You do remember that my face,” I said, pointing at my eyes, “is a little bit higher up my body?”
The fact that she lusted after me was clear. She was trying to find a good starting point for conversation but had gotten lost in the sparkle of sweat on my hard-worked muscles. I didn’t mind her staring. It felt good, and it turned me on.
I wondered if she was going to stand there for the rest of the day and stare or tell me why she drove all the way out to see me. The way her eyes moved over my body was sensual and needy, and she was looking at my chest like she wanted to lick me. Which didn’t seem like a bad idea at all. We were out there all alone in the middle of the woods, no one for miles to hear her moaning and screaming. I could fuck her right there in the yard, and the only ones that would see it would be the birds and the squirrels. I didn’t imagine her as the kind of girl I could bend over a pile of wood, though.
“Earth to Rene.” I laughed. “Are you in there?”
“Huh?” she said, looking up at me. “Oh, sorry.” A bright red blush blossomed across her cheeks, and she looked down at the ground, trying to hide her embarrassment. I thought she looked adorable and sexy. She took a deep breath and looked up into my eyes. “We need to talk.”
“Alright,” I replied. “Do you want to come in and have a drink?”
“That sounds like exactly what I need,” she sighed. “It’s been one hell of a day. Though, from what it looks like, you’ve been playing lumberjack out here in the middle of nowhere. You planning on building something?”
“Just needed a bit of exercise.”
“Alright then, Paul Bunyan,” she said with a little laugh. “I should have brought you a plaid shirt.”
“You seem to like me just fine without a shirt,” I said with a wink, wondering what she wanted to talk to me about as I led her into the cabin.
Rene
What the hell is wrong with you? I yelled internally as I followed him, staring at his muscular back and hard as encased in tight jeans. I’d seen plenty of sexy men and couldn’t believe the sight of his bare, sweaty chest had stopped me in my tracks. Remember your plan, I ordered myself. Professional only. But my God, I could have licked the sweat right off him.
I walked into the cabin and looked around, finding the place rustic and charming. The nuisances of city life could disappear in a place like this. Even after my internal lecture, I couldn’t stop thinking about all that naked, sweaty flesh, no matter how hard I tried. He was the epitome of a manly man with his ripped body, pile of chopped wood, and rustic cabin. I thought it was fucking sexy, and I had lost track of the whole reason I had driven there in the first place. Get it together, Rene.
I took a deep breath and turned around, staring at his ass as he bent over in the fridge to grab the soda. Focus, dammit. I’d driven this far to fill him in on the plan, not to jump him again. I had tried to remind myself of that while standing outside staring at his glistening body, but it hadn’t gotten through until I was standing inside with him. I needed to do my job and stop acting like a horny teenager.
“Here you go.” He smiled, handing me a soda.
I pulled the tab on it and tilted it back, drinking it fast. The fizz and sugar refocused my brain. He watched me with wide eyes as I downed it like a beer at a frat party. When I was done, he took the can and chuckled, leaning against the dining room table, still shirtless.
I cleared my throat and walked over to the window, trying to regain my composure by not looking at him. “I received an envelope too,” I revealed. “I found it in my mailbox when I went home to burn your pictures.”
His eyes widened in what looked like outrage. “What? Are you serious?”
“Yeah,” I said. “And that wasn’t all. There was a note inside.”
“That son of a bitch,” he said, slamming his soda on the table. “What did it say?”
“To find you guilty,” I said. “So I burned the pictures you received but put the ones I received into evidence with the note. I went to see Captain Riggs to talk to him about everything.”
He immediately stiffened, a mix of fear and suspicion in his eyes. I knew he didn’t want me to talk to anyone at the station, but I had to. I couldn’t do anything above-board without the captain’s okay. Like it or not we had to put our trust in someone, and the captain seemed like the best option to me.
“I told him I knew you weren’t guilty,” I quickly explained. “We came up with a plan to catch the perp.”
“What is it?”
“We’re going to use you to draw the guy out here,” I stated. “They’re desperate, and we think the perp or perps will reveal themselves if they think you’re cut off from anyone who would help you.”
He started laughing, shaking his head.
“What’s so funny?”
He looked at me and began to move forward, his eyes darkening.
I took a couple of steps backward, putting up my hands. He smiled and laughed again.
“What are you doing?” I asked suspiciously. I didn’t trust the look in his eye, and I could tell he was thinking about more than the plan to catch the bad cop. He was looking at me like he wanted to eat me up, kind of like I had looked at him when I first got there. I took a step to the side to try to dodge him, but it was too late. He caught me around the waist and pulled me close to him, leaning back and looking into my eyes.
“I’m perfectly fine. Just getting into character. You know, falling in line with your plan. You want to use me again, and that makes me want to use you as well.”
“Is that right?” I asked, trying my damnedest not to be turned on.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, leaning in and kissing me. “From the moment you got out of that car, I’ve thinking about how much I want to fuck you.”
“Oh really?” I asked, barely keeping the tremor out of my voice.
“God yes. And I have the best idea about how I’m gonna do it,” he murmured against my jawline.
My resolve was dissolving as he kissed the sensitive skin above my pulse. “How’s that?”
“Like this,” he said, turning me around and bending me over the table.
I gasped, laying my face down on the table and feeling him push my arms up over my head. He pressed his hard dick against my ass and rubbed upward. Immediately, I wanted him inside me.
He pulled my skirt up over my ass and snapped my stocking straps, making me wince and moan. He pulled my panties to the side and ran his hand down my pussy, growling behind me as he stepped forward and leaned against my back, reaching underneath me and unbuttoning my blouse. He pulled it open with force and tore it from my body. I gasped, feeling his fingers unclasp my bra and toss it to the side, his hands reaching back around to grope my tits and hard nipples.
He straightened and smiled at me as I turned my head to look at him. He slapped his palm against my ass, making me whimper in a mixture of pleasure and surprise. He bit his lip as he rubbed the giant bulge in the front of his pants, but he didn’t unzip yet.
He pushed my feet slightly apart, my heels wobbling. His palm slid down my pussy, and he slipped two fingers inside me before pulling them back out. I groaned, wanting them back, wanting to feel any part of him inside me. He chuckled behind me and stepped to my side, rubbing his fingers down and over my clit. When he moved them back to my pussy, he fingered me again, only this time he didn’t stop. He pushed slowly in and out of me as I writhed in passion.
I spread my legs further apart and lifted my ass in the air, showing him my swollen pink lips. He held onto my ass and looked down, watching as he moved his hand faster and harder. He clenched his jaw, twisting his fingers around before adding a third. I screamed in pleasure, feeling his powerful hand pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. I wanted his cock so badly, but at the same time, I loved what he was doing to me.
“Harder,” I moaned.
“How about you let me taste you?”
“Yes.” I rolled over, heart pounding.
He dropped to his knees and pressed his face into me, slipping his tongue inside. I gasped, gripping tightly to the table as he moved his tongue like a wave up and down my folds. He ran his tongue across my clit while he slid his fingers back into me and pounded me as hard as he could.
“Fuck,” I screamed, feeling the orgasm growing closer.
As soon as he sucked my clit into his mouth, I was done. I threw my head back and moaned, my body stiffening, then releasing, my thighs quivering as he lapped up the juices flowing out of me. He growled, tasting me with fury and still pushing his fingers in and out of me.
“Now what?” he asked seductively.
“Fuck me,” I ordered. “Fuck me good and hard.”
“Yes ma’am,” he smirked.
He pulled his shorts down and tossed them to the side. He grinned as he rubbed his hand up and down his shaft, moving toward me. He turned me back around and bent me over before he gripped his cock, pulled my panties to the side again, and slipped it in easily now that my juices were flowing.
He started to thrust, pushing his cock deep inside me and pulling back out before thrusting again. At my moan of encouragement, he grabbed my waist and slammed into me over and over again, my body moving up and down on the cool surface of the table. My voice rang out in pleasure as he fucked me harder than before, his fingers digging into my sides.
“God, your pussy is so fucking tight,” he groaned.
I pushed back, meeting his thrust, pulling him as deep as I could. His huge cock filled every inch of my pussy, yet I still wanted more. He slapped my ass hard and thrust deep, bending over me and biting my shoulder until I squealed. He pulled his cock out and spun me around, and I smiled at the glistening cock pointing at me.
“Put your mouth on me,” he said with authority.
I smiled and opened my mouth, letting him push me down his shaft. I opened my throat wide and swallowed it all the way down to the base. He groaned, pulling me back up and pushing me back down again. I liked his control, so I opened wider and started to move faster, hoping he would take over.
He did, and I sucked his cock until it was pulsing in my mouth. He pulled my head back and lifted me onto the table so I was facing him. He pulled my panties hard, snapping the strap, and threw them to the side.
He leaned in, thrusting hard and deep inside me. I gasped as he slowly withdrew and then rammed in again. He grabbed the back of my neck for leverage and pushed deep. My moans matched the motion as his stomach slammed into my clit. As he drove deep, he swirled his hips, pushing me right over the edge. I cried out, thrusting my chest out and my head back. Waves of pleasure moved over me as I came hard around his cock.
He gripped me tighter and fucked me fast, his jaw tightening. As my pussy pulsed around his dick, he let himself go and came in a rush of hot fluid and a string of colorful curses.
We stayed connected for a minute before he pulled out of me and helped me off the table. I walked over and picked up my panties and held them in the air with one raised eyebrow. He laughed as I tossed them at him, watching them land on the chair behind him, and pulled my skirt down. I buttoned what was left of my shirt and grabbed my jacket before kissing him on the cheek and walking out without a word.
Martin
I spent Saturday lounging around the house, thinking about the hot sex Rene and I had the afternoon before. She had left without her panties and half the buttons on her blouse, but she hadn’t seemed to care at all. In fact, she had seemed to like it. There was something about that girl that drove me wild. She brought out the inner caveman in me, deep-rooted in my genes, hidden away from the world until she came around. It was raw and uninhibited, and I couldn’t keep my hands off her.
She’d taught me a lesson about women. Well, her, Bobby, and my grandmother. I never meant to be an asshole, but it was made very apparent to me that what I did was unacceptable.
After that, and waiting for the black eye to heal, I’d made it a point to never hurt a woman’s feelings again, at least not intentionally. I learned that to do that, you had to be open and honest about what you were looking for and not hide behind some macho bullshit. Ever since then, the way I entered any kind of relationship was with clear boundaries and complete honesty.
Even when I’d been a star in the big leagues and groupies had been throwing themselves all over me, I’d made sure they knew exactly what they were – or were not – getting into.
When I’d just wanted to get laid, they had known it, and I hadn't led them on letting them think there was anything more to it than that. Because of that truthful attitude, I avoided a lot of drama over the years. Sure, several had hoped to change my mind, but their disappointment had been self-inflicted from the beginning.
With Rene, I no longer had to sit down and give her a play by play of where my head was. She knew the kind of guy I was, but there was something about her that made me act and feel differentl
y when I was with her. She brought out my need to protect. I wanted to make sure she was safe, secure, and happy, but she drove me crazy. I didn’t know what she wanted out of me besides sex and help closing this case, but I was starting to think that I wanted more than some random fuck here and there. I wanted to do what she had wanted when we’d been kids and get to know each other on a deeper level.
I didn’t even know if that was an option after all these years. I didn’t know if she had any intention of continuing whatever was happening with us after the case was solved, when we were technically allowed to see each other. I did know one thing, though. I would continue to protect her, and I would continue to dominate her in the bedroom until she told me otherwise.
I’d always been a strong man, but I had never been like this until Rene came in the picture. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and claim her as my own. I wanted to fuck her all the time, and in a way that made her feel like I couldn’t get enough of that sweet pink pussy of hers. I couldn’t even get her off my mind, and she’d been here the day before.
I walked over to the window and looked out at the giant pile of wood. The hard work had helped get my frustration out, but fucking Rene had been the medicine I really needed. She had calmed me down and mellowed me out, and any anger I had left had gone into the thrusting of my hips. She liked it hard and rough, which was my favorite way to fuck.
I smiled and turned around, looking across the cabin. Her ripped panties hung on the kitchen chair where she had thrown them after realizing I’d torn them. I laughed to myself, walking over and picking up the ripped black lace. I had snapped the side strap right off them.
I tossed them up in the air and walked around the house, trying to decide whether to put them in the garbage. If I’d still been in college, they would have been a symbol of my sexual prowess, and the guys would have strung them up the flagpole and saluted them for a week straight. I kind of didn’t want to throw them away, but I did anyway. I opened the trashcan lid and tossed them inside, closing it and walking back into the living room.