Parking in front of her small house, Ginny jumped from his truck almost before he had it in park. Laughing as she raced up the front walk, she squeaked as he followed her inside and lifted her from the ground, twisting her in his arms before throwing her over his shoulder. With a light spank on her ass, causing her to kick her legs until he spanked her again, he rumbled, “Don’t jump out of my truck until it’s come to a stop.”

“I’m a cop…I’ve had to hop out of our SUVs just as they were parking,” she protested.

“That’s work. But my truck, my rules,” he said, with one more pat for emphasis. Stalking to the back, he asked, “Bedroom?”

“Yeah.”

Chuckling, he said, “I mean where is the bedroom, not if you have one.”

Blushing, she amended, “Back left.”

Carrying her with ease, her middle still balanced over his shoulder, he stepped into a large room. He knew the old houses had small bedrooms and could tell that two rooms had been combined to create a nice space. A door opened into a bathroom, but as he spied the double-sized bed, all other thoughts flew out of his mind. Stooping, he gave a little toss and Ginny dropped onto her back on the mattress, a giggle jolting from her as his weight landed next to her.

She rolled on top, her breasts pressed to his chest as she kissed him. Immediately opening, she welcomed his tongue into her mouth. Sucking on it, she pulled it deeper, capturing the moan that escaped from deep in his chest. 

            Moving her hips, she pressed her pelvis closer to him as she rubbed her core against his jean-clad leg, knowing she could dry-hump him to orgasm.

            That was all the invitation he needed before getting her naked. Grasping the bottom of her shirt, he pulled it over her head, their lips parting only for the passing of the material between them.  She sat up, straddling his hips, her heated sex still searching for relief.

Ginny’s plain bra pushed up her breasts like a feast for his eyes…and mouth.  Dropping his lips from hers, he flipped her over, trailing a path down to the tops of her breasts with his tongue.  He grabbed the material with his teeth and jerked it down, exposing her rosy-tipped nipples, already hard for him.  Sucking deeply on one, he rolled the other between his forefinger and thumb.  Moving between her breasts he teased each one, nipping then soothing, sucking deeply until she pressed harder against his leg. 

Twisting her body, she heaved him to the side as she retook the top position. His grin met hers, as they vied for dominance. “You’re overdressed,” she complained.

“Then you are welcome to do something about that situation,” he drawled, his deep voice rumbling.

Her hands moved between them finding his jean button.  Unfastening it as quickly as she could, she maneuvered the zipper over his massive erection.  Palming him with one hand, she pushed his jeans down with the other, before sliding down to straddle his legs. Eyeing him with a grin, she licked her lips before licking the length of him.

“Oh, God, woman,” Brogan groaned, watching as her lips slid over his erection, taking as much of him into her warmth as she could while fisting the base. With one hand cradling his balls, she bobbed her head up and down, sliding her tongue as she went. Occasionally, dragging her teeth gently over his sensitive skin, he reached down to grab her hair, twisting his fingers in her silky tresses.

Her ministrations were sending shock waves from his cock, short-circuiting his brain, until the only thing he was aware of were her lips, her tongue, her warm mouth. Feeling the sensation in his lower back, he squeezed his eyes tightly shut for a few seconds, debating whether to come in her mouth. Deciding he wanted to be buried in her sex, he pulled out, looking at her disappointed expression as she licked her lips.

“Baby, I want to come in your mouth sometime, but not tonight.”

Rolling her to her side, his hands quickly divested her of her pants and panties.  Soon they were both naked, hands caressing as they explored each other’s bodies.  Her lips traced the tattoo on his chest before pulling his own nipple into her mouth.  Hearing his sharp intake of breath, Ginny smiled, knowing she retained some control.

           Suddenly, she found herself hoisted up in his powerful arms and flipped once more. His gravelly voice commanded, “On your knees, babe.” 

She grinned as she acquiesced and he moved behind her, pulling her ass up as high as it would go.  Leaning down, he fingered her folds as his other hand reached around, palming her breasts before tweaking each nipple.

           The electric charge sent shockwaves throughout her body as she writhed in need, wiggling her ass as she pushed it back toward him.  “Hold still.  No moving.”  Following his command, he gave her ass a small spank, barely leaving a pink mark. 

            She gasped, the slight sting quickly replaced by a warmth that had her longing for more.  His fingers continued to slide through her sex, every movement from her earning another spank. 

            Holding perfectly still, she panted as her orgasm neared.  The sensations of his fingers probing her sex as he also pinched and rolled her nipples threatened to send her into oblivion.  Sweet oblivion.  With him. Tired of always being in control, releasing that control to Brogan was freeing. Closing her eyes, she grinned as her inner muscles tightened.

           Reaching deep inside, Brogan tweaked the place he had learned was the exact spot to trigger her release.  Not disappointed, she threw her head back just as he moved his other hand back to press his fingers against her clit, crying out her release as the orgasm rocked through her, sending her farther than she could have ever imagined. 

            Watching Ginny come so hard and fast, Brogan almost came himself before even entering her.  Quickly sheathing himself, he plunged into her still quivering sex from behind, feeling her walls stretching to accommodate his girth.

            No longer able to consider anything slow and easy, he moved quickly, rocking in and out as hard and as deep as he could.  Glancing at the mirror to the side, he saw her pert tits bouncing in rhythm to his pounding.  She had turned her head as well and he captured her gaze in the reflection. 

            As tightly wound as he was, he knew it would not take any time for his own orgasm to explode.  “Touch yourself,” he growled, then watched in fascination as her hand moved tentatively to her clit. Immediately acquiescing, she reached down and moved her finger over her taut bud. 

           His hand came down on her ass in a light spank and her gasp had him growing even harder.  After each spank, he soothed the warm skin with his palm, feeling his balls tighten.  “You ready?” he bit out, trying to maintain control.  Moving his hand to her breasts again, he gently pinched then pulled on her nipples, just enough to cause her sex to tighten on his cock.

            Fingering her clit once more, Ginny felt the sparks rush to all her extremities as her inner muscles clamped harder on his cock than she had ever felt.  As she screamed his name, Brogan roared, his release pouring into her.  Pressing as deep as he could, he continued to let her milk him until every drop was gone.  Falling on top of her, he rolled to the side as he pulled out and moved her so that she was facing him. 

            Her breathing ragged, she felt like the winner of a long race.  Exhausted, but elated.  Her limp body lay next to his as he tucked her in tighter. 

            For minutes they said nothing, allowing the air to cool their bodies and time to slow their breathing.  She finally lifted her head to stare at his face in the moonlight. “Damn. If that’s what the other women get at the end of girls’ night, no wonder they like it so much.”

Chuckling, he said, “Don’t want to think about Gareth giving it to my sister, babe.”

“Well, he does and from what she says, he does good—”

“Fuck, honey—”

“I’m teasing, Brogan,” she laughed, rolling toward him so her head now rested on his chest and her fingers played with the spattering of dark, curly hair. “Anyway, I’ve got the best, so you don’t have to worry about any lack of comparison—”

“Damn, woman,” he growled, lifting himself over her body as his lips clamped over hers. Mumbling against her mouth, he said, “Do I gotta get creative to shut you up?”

Kissing him back, she gentled her lips against his as she ran her fingers over his back. “No, baby. You can just be as creative as you want. Always.”

* * *

The call came in two hours later, just as Ginny was deep in sleep, her legs tangled with Brogan’s and her palm over his heart. Trained to immediately respond when her phone rang, she jumped, arms and legs whirling as she tried to locate her phone. Elbowing Brogan in the chest, her knee coming precariously close to his manhood, she managed to dislodge herself from him and roll to the edge of the bed as he cursed, rolling toward her.

Grabbing the phone, she answered just as Brogan lifted himself on one bent arm, his head in his hand watching her.

“Spencer, go ahead.”

“Get to the Baytown Park, near the Gazebo. A woman was attacked.”

“Fuck,” Ginny breathed as she stood quickly, taking a second to gain her wits. Bending to grab her bra, she slipped it on before grabbing a clean pair of panties from the drawer. Rushing to her closet, she pulled a pair of khakis and a BPD polo off coat hangers.

“Babe.”

“Brogan, I’m sorry. I promise this really happens rarely, but I gotta go. Please stay here and just lock the door when you leave.”

“Babe,” the deep voice came again.

Rushing out of the closet, she stared at his reflection in the mirror as she ran a brush though her tangled hair, pulling it up in a ponytail before twisting it into a tight bun.

Brogan watched as her warm gaze hardened before his eyes, her mind now on her job. He took a second to consider how that made him feel, but realized she was who she was…and he loved who she was.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he stood and stalked to her as she turned to stare up at him. “Babe, you’re fine. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t still want you asleep, curled up next to me, but you go do what you gotta do.”

Relief rushed from her as she expelled the breath she had been holding. Rising on her toes, she kissed him, soft and sweet, with the promise of more to come. “Thank you, honey. Please stay here…go back to sleep.”

Running out of her house, Ginny jogged to the SUV parked in front and hopped in, reporting to Mildred that she was on her way. Driving away, she glanced at her house in the rear-view mirror, images of the man inside, filling her mind…and her heart.

Brogan watched her drive down the road before wandering back to her bedroom to change into his clothes. Awake now, he decided to head back to his place so he could take care of MB. Making Ginny’s bed, he hated how little sleep she was getting. Or the irregular meals. His mind wandered to the possible danger she could be in, but he forced that thought away.

Is this what it’s like to love a cop?