Chapter 15

Nothing compares to taking your bra off after a long day.

-Things men will never know or understand

Tobias

I watched the video again, studying it while I ran over that night, again and again, in my mind.

I’d been called to a domestic dispute that’d been going down at a truck stop bathroom when I spotted a vehicle going twenty-five miles an hour over the posted speed limit, weaving in and out of traffic, not caring whether they passed other vehicles on the actual road or on the shoulder.

After calling in the license plate, I got confirmation that the car was stolen. A mother had reported it as missing and then stated that her daughter was likely the suspect since she’d done it before.

After learning that it was stolen, I’d pulled up behind the car and turned my lights and sirens on.

Like water parting, all the cars started to move out of my way, until there was only one left.

***

The girl showed she had at least a little bit of common sense when she pulled over after a mile of her pretending not to notice my pursuit of her. I followed closely behind her…on the wrong side of the road.

Normally, a driver would pull over on the right side of the road since there was more room on the shoulder. Not to mention that was where you were supposed to pull over if there was the opportunity. This girl pulled over on the left side, with her car hanging half out onto the interstate.

Hopefully my patrol car’s flashing lights would be enough to warn oncoming cars of our position.

It was also well past two in the morning, so there wasn’t anywhere near as many people out on the road as there would be during the day.

Once I called in that I was stopped to dispatch, I walked up to the side of the car, cursing the way the tall grass came up to my knees, and stopped at the window.

I tapped on the glass with barely concealed impatience.

“License and registration,” I said.

The girl finally rolled down her window and handed me what looked like her entire wallet.

“It’s in there,” she said stiffly.

I didn’t take it. “Just hand me your license and registration,” I ordered.

She sneered at me but complied, reaching into her wallet and extracting the two items I requested before handing them over.

I took them, and tucked them into the front pocket of my shirt. “Have y’all been drinking?”

My eyes flitted to the passenger seat where I could see the other girl, who looked to be about the same age as the one driving, with her purse sitting in her lap.

Her phone was sitting out on one thigh with the camera app engaged, causing me to groan inwardly.

Jesus.

I sure the fuck hoped that I didn’t find my face on YouTube later.

That would just make a perfect end to my shitty day.

“No,” the girl driving barked angrily. “We haven’t been drinking.”

I looked at the girl’s eyes, and reached for my flashlight.

The girl in the passenger seat reached for her phone.

Once the flashlight was in my hand, I shined it into the driver’s eyes, and clearly saw the way her pupils were dilated. “Have you been doing drugs?”

The girl didn’t answer.

“We’ve done nothing wrong,” the passenger said. “We were only driving.”

I wanted to roll my eyes.

“This car was reported stolen,” I told them both. “Ma’am, step out of the car.”

I reached for the door handle and pulled the car door open, and that’s when things went to shit.

The moment I had the door out of the way, the driver made a lunge for my gun, and I acted on instinct from there.

An innocent driver, in their right mind, wouldn’t have made that attempt. It was sloppy, and at best fairly inexperienced, but I hadn’t been expecting the move from this girl who looked like she could have been one of my little sisters.

All brown hair and big green eyes, I hadn’t once expected her to make the move.

But when she did, she brushed my gun and pulled it slightly down and out, causing me to react like any officer would have by pulling her out of the car and restraining her.

Granted, I likely could have found a better hold than her hair, but at that point my adrenaline was soaring through my veins, and I wasn’t aware where I’d grabbed her until I already had her on the ground in front of me.

Then the other girl had to go start digging through her purse, and she pulled out a knife while also keeping the blinding light from the phone firmly directed on my face, making it nearly impossible to see what she was doing.

Before she could get the black device all the way out of her purse, I reached forward and dragged her out by her wrist, pushing her down onto the ground beside her friend.

Both females were young. Late teens, at most, but it didn’t matter.

Not to me, and not to any other police officer out there once a weapon had been pulled on them. It didn’t matter if it was a twelve-year-old who was in a gang or a fourteen-year-old who hated you on principle, someone pulling a weapon on a police officer was perpetrating a crime, plain and simple.

Police officers experience all the crappiness of the world, and in the midst of a crime, we knew never to assume that even young kids were just kids, despite the fact that they should’ve never known the violence of the world at their age.

Or, at least, I did.

My mistrust of kids had come from a thirteen-year-old, wanna-be gang member who’d been given the task of shooting a police officer.

It’d been my rookie year as a cop, fresh out of the Navy, and I’d stopped on the side of the road to help what I’d thought was a woman and a child. The child was the thirteen-year-old kid who’d held his mother at gunpoint until I’d pulled up, and then had turned the gun on me.

Luckily, his aim was terrible or I’d have been feeding the worms.

I’d, of course, been wary of small children in Iraq during my deployments. It wasn’t unheard of for them to be used as diversions or bait.

I’d just not expected that similar things from children on my own home soil.

“Get off me!” the teen screamed.

The one underneath me started to squirm, but I held firm, keeping both women subdued for the whole fifteen minutes until backup had arrived.

It was unlucky for me that I’d been working the backstretch of our area that day, because that meant that no help was forthcoming for a while.

By the time backup had arrived, I had both women in the back seat of my car, and they were trying to bust my cruiser’s windows with their flimsy excuse for heels.

One had even managed to crack the window in her haste to tell me how much she’d hated me.

“What the heck happened?”

That was the first statement I’d heard in the last fifteen minutes that hadn’t had a curse word weaved into it somewhere.

“Well, it all started when I ran the plate after I clocked them speeding and weaving in and out of traffic…”

***

I watch it again. And again. And again.

Over and over until I’m nearly sick.

What the video showed was completely different than what had actually happened. Or, at least, only the ending without little explanation of how it’d gotten to that point.

I yank the woman out of the car by her hair, then throw her to the ground and straddle her back roughly while tugging her arms behind her.

All the while I’m screaming at the person with the phone to ‘stand down!’ and ‘don’t fucking move!’

Except the phone’s shining in my eyes, and all it looks like is that I’m yelling while sitting on the woman beneath me.

My eyes squeezed shut.

“You’re gonna come to sleep, aren’t you?” I heard Audrey ask from the doorway.

I hit pause on the computer, and looked up to find her leaning against the doorjamb, her arms crossed over her middle, her eyes hooded with sleep.

“Yeah,” I lied. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Tell me what happened that night,” she ordered, walking toward me.

Putting the computer on the side table, I leaned back in my La-Z-Boy and dropped my head backwards, staring at the ceiling in frustration.

“I was doing my normal thing on the interstate and major highways in my area. Running it, looking for suspicious activity, et cetera. I was approaching the end of my shift and was sent to a domestic dispute at an interstate truck stop. I was heading towards the truck stop when I spotted a car in front of me traveling at an accelerated rate of speed and weaving in and out of traffic, almost as if she had someone chasing her. In and out, with only inches to spare, until she came into heavier traffic that she couldn’t weave through. So she just passed them on the emergency side lane.”

As I told her the story, her face softened.

“I once saw a YouTube video that shows how fast an officer has to think on the fly,” she murmured, looking up to catch my eyes. “The bad thing is, that you now have to run on your instincts and gut reactions when it comes to your safety. If you thought that was necessary, then it probably was. Though, even if it wasn’t, it’s a good time to always be proactive. What if you hadn’t reacted and you’d been stabbed or shot and killed?”

I didn’t like to think about that.

I was more than aware of the consequences. I’ve attended nine police officer funerals in my years as a cop. I knew better than she did the sacrifices we had to make each day, and the possibility of putting that shield on over our hearts one day, but not the next.

She moved until she was standing in front of me, and my gaze was caught by the long t-shirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs.

“I just want to forget,” I told her. “I want to spend the next two hours doing what I want to do. Tomorrow, I might not have a job after I explain what happened on my end of things. Again. To the investigators.”

She moved, placing one foot on the edge of the recliner I was sitting in, right next to my left hip.

“I have just the thing to give you a distraction,” she murmured.

In the low light from the lamps I’d turned on when I came into my office, I could see very clearly that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

My hand lifted to touch the inside of her knee, then trailed down the length of her thigh and calf to come to a rest at her ankle.

“I’m warning you now,” I said softly. “That I’m not in the right frame of mind to give you what you need.”

She lifted her other leg and brought her other foot to rest next to my other hip. She was standing on the recliner, looking down at me, the seam of my t-shirt on her thighs resting just inches from my face.

Her hands went to my hair, and she pulled roughly to force me to look up at her.

“You’ve given me what I’ve needed,” she told me bluntly. “I’m not scared. Not of you. Not of what you can give me. So, if rough is what you need, then rough is what I’ll give you.”

She leaned forward and lifted one knee, planting it just to the side of my head, and slowly started to lift her shirt.

I was thankful for the wall that was behind my chair, making it to where the chair wouldn’t flip backwards with the added weight and the precarious angle she was putting us at.

She was so close to my face that when she inched the shirt higher and higher, my beard started to tickle.

“Audrey…” I tried again.

By this point, my chivalrous nature was slowly starting to slip, and the angry asshole who wanted nothing more than to beat someone’s ass was taking over.

I may not want to beat Audrey’s ass, at least not in a way that permanently harmed her, but I wanted to fuck it.

I wanted to take her roughly and do things to her that would likely set us back to square one, if not permanently end us altogether.

But she was having none of it.

The moment my mouth opened, she yanked my head forward and dropped her knee, planting her pussy directly onto my face without answering my worries.

My hand on her ankle clenched, and I drank her in.

Licking first her clit and moving down to her pussy.

I didn’t know what I wanted to focus on more, but the sweet taste of her cream was enough to force me to do one over the other.

I stiffened my tongue and drank her in, fucking her while holding on to her so tightly that I would likely cause bruising.

She either didn’t care, or didn’t notice, as she ground her pussy even harder down on my face.

When I started to remove my hands to move up to her ass, and then further to her clit, she slapped my hand.

“No, only your mouth.”

I growled, and furiously went to work with what she allowed me to use, shaking my head back and forth to rub the tip of my nose over the tiny bud of nerves that centered at the apex of her thighs.

My beard was wet with her juices, but at this point I’d consider wearing it like a fucking badge of honor for the next week—not that I would. Her brother would likely kill me.

But the thought of her scent, or her essence, staying with me was enough to send my want and need from a low hum in my loins to a raging, throbbing roar that I couldn’t ignore.

Dropping one of my hands from her ass while I continued to work her pussy with my tongue, I unhooked my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, freeing my cock with impatient, jerky movements.

Once I had them unzipped and my underwear pushed down below my balls, I slowly worked the length of my cock as I brought my tongue up to her clit and encircled it once before sucking the bundle between my teeth and biting it lightly.

The moment I did, she started to come, and I groaned as her pussy throbbed.

Not wanting to miss the grand finale, I thrust my tongue back into her, continuing to work her clit with my nose, and growled when I felt the rhythmic movements of her inner walls pulsating around my tongue.

“Oh, fuck me.”

That was the plan.

But I adored the way her hips were jerking, not to mention I loved the way she’d practically dropped all of her weight on my face as she came.

She was on the verge of smothering me the best possible way when she finally pulled away.

“Jesus Christ,” she breathed, dropping to her knees onto my lap.

The movement put my cock and fist between her splayed thighs, and each time I jerked it my knuckles bumped her over sensitized clit.

And that’s what I did. At least until she moved away, up onto her knees, and demanded I ‘put it inside of her already.’

She moved on her own, lifting one leg up to allow easier access in the tight space that the chair allotted us, and moved until my cock was at her entrance.

The moment that it was slotted and in position, she sank down until her pussy met my fist.

“I could probably get off like this if you left it there,” she decreed, fucking herself with just the first inch and a half of my cock.

I growled something incoherent and yanked away my hand, bringing it up to my mouth to lick the wetness off that she’d left behind when she sank down on me.

“Tasty,” I growled, then pulled her mouth down to mine before taking her hips and shoving up with so much force that she cried out in surprise.

“Jesus,” she gasped into my mouth.

I fucked her hard, pulling her up and down so roughly onto my aching cock that she threw her head back in exaltation.

“I’m going to come again,” she mewled, eyes closed and rapture taking over her face.

I bent forward and sucked her nipple into my mouth, uncaring that the t-shirt she still wore covered it.

The odd sensation was enough to cause her to cry out again.

My hand traveled under her shirt, down her naked back, and delved between her ass cheeks, hesitating over the puckered ridged entrance of her asshole.

Her head went back, and her eyes dilated, letting me know that she really wasn’t offended, or put off, even the slightest, by my finger probing her asshole.

Traveling past it, I stopped at the entrance to her sex and gathered some wetness, swirling it around my fingertip and coating it fully, before dragging it back to her puckered opening.

After gentle probing, I slowly eased the tip of my finger inside, and groaned when her entire body locked as she threw her head back and moaned, ripping her nipple from my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped.

I watched her face as I did what I did next.

I started to guide her movements with my finger hooked in her ass, only using slight pressure on her backside as I pulled up, urging her to move faster.

She didn’t complain. Not once.

Even when I started to lift my hips and take her harder.

“More,” she demanded.

I lifted her shirt this time and latched onto her breast, sucking it into my mouth and growling as she sank her fingernails into the side of my neck at the move.

“Oh, Jesus.”

I bit down lightly on that turgid peak.

She exploded. Completely detonated.

Everything seemed to freeze for a long second. Her body went stiff. Her hands clenched on my neck, and although I’d never been into asphyxiation before, this worked for me.

Seeing her face locked in pleasure, I forgot everything. My problems. Why I hated this world sometimes. Why I needed to find something else to do with my life. Ungrateful asshole kids.

All of it was gone, and in its place was Audrey.

She surrounded me, filled my heart, and I never wanted her to leave.

Watching her come was the next best thing to heaven.

When the explosion came from her, I wasn’t prepared. Not for the force of her reaction, and not for the way she nearly rendered me immobile when she went too far up and let my dick slip free of her.

But her hand was there to save the day as she wrapped it around my pulsating length, and started to jack me off in smooth, rough pulls.

She did it better than I would’ve done it myself, expertly moving her hand up and down my slickened shaft.

I found myself no longer able to hold it in, and I came so hard that my come splashed onto her chest and narrowly missing her face.

The sight of my release running down her chest was enough to send me to my knees had I not already been sitting on my ass.

She worked me until every last drop was wrung from my cock before she let me go, staring into my eyes as she did.

Then she smiled.

Long moments later, after we came down from our highs, she collapsed limply onto my chest, smearing sweat and my release all over both of us.

My finger was still inside of her, and I slowly inched it out, loving the small moan that left her lips when I did.

“This is definitely something I thought I’d never want to do,” she whispered. “But, with you, everything seems right.”

I slowly trailed my fingers down her spine, causing her to shiver.

“You liked that, honey?” I growled, loving the way her cheeks flushed with pleasure.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“You want to do that more?” I asked. “Explore?”

I felt her jaw clench, and then she nodded once more.

My grin said it all, but it quickly faded when I heard my phone hit the floor.

The fall shook the phone out of pause mode, and I heard myself on the video yelling at the person to ‘stand down.’

She got off of me, pushed away from my chest, and bent down.

Heedless of my come dripping down her chest and neck, she reached for the phone and hit pause, then shut it down with quick fingers before tossing it onto the couch by my side.

“Let’s go take a shower,” she ordered. “We can think about all of this tomorrow.”

“Are you telling me to forget my worries and go to bed?” I asked, amused.

She nodded. “Let’s adult tomorrow.”

I hummed in acknowledgement, but only because I agreed with her.

Tomorrow would be soon enough to adult.

“I love you, Audrey.”

She moved back toward me and laid a soft kiss on my mouth before offering me her hand.

“Let’s go,” she murmured.

I went willingly, and I found myself sleeping less than an hour later when I didn’t think I would again.