Cop Appeal (4 page)

She felt him hesitate. When his lips pressed
against her ass, she cried out. His tongue came next, laving the
sensitized skin before traveling slightly left to dip between her
ass cheeks and flutter against her anus.

“Answer me. Did Richard ever have you
here?”

Before she could reply, his tongue speared
into her forbidden entrance, taking her with a raw possessiveness
that couldn’t be denied. “No, never,” she moaned. “No.”

“Good,” he murmured against her, then dipped
lower to feast on her pussy from behind. He alternated penetrating
her with his tongue and fingers. Slick and dry. Stiff and flexible.
Hard and harder. One after another, again and again, until he
shoved her over the edge.

She came so hard she blacked out.

When she recovered, she was on her back
again with her legs spread wide. He was leaning over her, his dick
once more tickling her between her thighs. “Now that we got the
spanking out of the way,” he said, “you know what comes next, don’t
you?”

She did, but she didn’t know how she could
possibly stand it.

She said as much.

He grinned.

“That’s the point, baby. To give you more
than you thought you could ever stand. One climax after another.
Until you’re begging me to stop.”

She sighed and murmured something, which he
obviously had trouble hearing. “What’s that?”

She stared at him and raised a hand to push
back the hair from his face. Caressing his jaw, she dipped her
fingers into his mouth until he nipped at them. “I said,
It’s
great being a girl
.”

He grinned. “You ain’t seen nothing yet,
baby.”

Luke’s cock hovered above the juncture
between Sarah’s thighs. As she stared up at him, he waited to
penetrate her. And waited some more. Because he needed to be sure,
all their sex play and her orgasms aside, that Sarah truly wanted
him inside her.

She must have finally realized why he was
waiting because she nodded her head and smiled, looking so carefree
that he couldn’t help but grin back. “Show me what you’ve got,
Anderson.”

He could have shoved himself inside her
then. He wanted to, and she was certainly wet enough. But he also
wanted to savor every last bit of sensation. It was as if some part
of him knew, regardless of his determination to keep her this time,
that their coupling was precious and wouldn’t last nearly long
enough.

He worked himself inside her by small
degrees, just the way he had the very first time she’d given
herself to him. Her vagina was a wonderland of warm cushioned flesh
and strong gripping muscles, surrounding his cock in heaven. He had
to grit his teeth and force himself to pull out of her, then grit
his teeth again when pushing himself back inside her caused
pinpricks of pleasure to spread across his body like wildfire. The
pleasure was always most intense in the flesh buried deep within
her, and his balls tightened with the need to release his sperm
inside her slippery depths.

His hips shuttled back and forth in a slow,
even rhythm, as controlled as any act he committed during a sting.
Deliberate. Calculated. Right now, that’s how he had to be with
Sarah. He
needed
to pleasure her. Blow her mind and remind
her what their bodies were capable of—
together
—so she’d
forget about her fears and truly let him inside her, past the walls
that had separated them and allowed her to marry another man.

Whether she knew it or not, things had
irrevocably changed between them. A continuing physical
relationship would be the least of what he’d want from her. He
wanted it all. He wanted them to live together. For her to quit the
dreary office job he knew she hated and finally go back to school
to get her art degree. He wanted to sleep with her every night he
was home and show her off at the police department’s Christmas
party. Someday, he wanted to see her body round and bursting with
their child. First, however, he had to bond her to him once and for
all.

Pulling himself out of her completely, he
rubbed the head of his cock mercilessly against her clit until her
body shuddered with her release. Then he plunged inside her,
recommencing the slow and steady thrust and retreat. Then he made
her come again. Then again.

He repeated the sequence over and over until
her short nails were digging into his biceps, and her legs were
wrapped high and tight around his waist, and her lips moved over
and over again, forming a silent plea.
Begging
him to stop.
Crying that she couldn’t take anymore. That he was going to kill
her. That she’d die if he didn’t come inside her.

When he continued to ignore her, she went a
little wild, fighting him and wriggling away until she could push
him onto his back. Scrambling down his body, she took him inside
her mouth, giving him head despite the fact her own juices still
covered his cock, making it shine. He buried his hands in her hair,
loving the single-minded way she sucked him off, determined to make
him suffer his own loss of control. The sight of her lips wrapped
around his dick and her small hands stroking his thighs and abdomen
were suddenly too much for him.

Throwing his arms above his head, he relaxed
his limbs and let himself go. Gave himself over to this precious
woman who wielded such power over him. Her cheeks flexed with the
strength of her sucks, and when he closed his eyes, he relished the
sounds of her working him over with her mouth. His hands clenched
as he felt his sperm building up, causing his dick to swell even
more just before he unloaded. He shouted when he started coming,
shooting himself in thick jerking spurts down her throat. She
swallowed every drop he gave her and, as he struggled to catch his
breath, she collapsed on top of him, closed her eyes, and, with a
small smile on her face, fell asleep.

***

Sarah jerked awake when a phone rang. She
was sprawled over Luke’s bottom half, and as his limbs shifted, his
growing erection prodded her in the shoulder. Pushing herself up,
she grumbled, “You’re going to poke me in the eye with that
thing.”

His body shook with quiet laughter. “I
didn’t hear you complaining earlier.”“Yeah, well that’s because my
mouth was too full to do much talking at all.”

“Ah. Music to my ears.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, then shook
her head, unable to stop the smile that tipped her lips. She seemed
to be smiling a whole lot since Luke had shown up.

“That’s what I like to see. Now come here,
darling, and put that tongue to better use.”

Heat immediately flared within her, but she
shook her head. The phone was still ringing. Getting to her feet,
she tried to wrap the sheet around her, but gave in without a fight
when Luke tugged it away from her. His eyes lasered into her,
making her feel desired but defenseless against him, too.

Protect yourself, Sarah, she pleaded to
herself. This isn’t going to last forever.

Desperate to remember that, she pointed
toward the phone. “Let me just get this.”

Moving toward it, she felt even more exposed
and vulnerable, but she wasn’t going to amuse him further by
hunching over or trying to cover herself with her hands. She faked
confidence; kept her back straight, chin high, and ass rolling
while she found the phone. When she glimpsed back at Luke, she
burst into laughter. He was imitating someone with his tongue
hanging out of his mouth, drooling and begging for a treat.

“Sarah? This is Detective Noah James.”

At the masculine voice with a hint of a
foreign accent, Sarah instantly sobered. She turned away from Luke,
then cringed, knowing he would see the movement for what it was:
evasion. “Uh, yes. Hello…Noah. How are you?”

There was a slight pause on the phone and a
rustling movement behind her. She immediately pictured Noah James,
the detective she’d met two days earlier. He had dark hair and
olive skin that made his pale, amber eyes glow like honey, and
overall he was a hot contrast to Luke’s lighter good looks. Despite
her fears that the police wouldn’t take her report about Richard
seriously, Noah had given every indication of doing so. Of course,
he was with Internal Affairs, so having a witness report misconduct
by another officer wasn’t as shocking to him as it would be to
others. She’d let Richard’s position with the local police
department intimidate her for far too long. He wasn’t above the
law. No one was.

“I’m fine, Ma’am. I’m glad to hear you’re in
good spirits this afternoon.”

His habit of calling her “ma’am” made her
smile. Like Luke, he was probably a couple of years younger than
herself, but she didn’t take offense. When he’d first used the
title, Detective James’ eyes had crinkled, and it had almost been
like they were sharing an inside joke. “I am feeling better. Thank
you.”

She peeked a quick glance at Luke, afraid
he’d be glowering at her suspiciously, but he was merely pulling on
his jeans, his body relaxed, his expression seemingly unconcerned.
Sure enough, when he glanced up and caught her looking at him, he
winked.

“
Bueno
. Whatever you’re doing, keep
right on doing it,” Detective James murmured.

Sarah couldn’t help it. With Luke looking so
scrumptious and acting so playful in front of her, and with
Detective James’ slight Hispanic accent rumbling in her ear, she
suddenly envisioned herself as a treat being savored by two prime
alpha males. Aghast and face flaming, she immediately batted the
thought away. In front of her, Luke narrowed his eyes and tilted
his head as if considering something.

Shaking her head, she held up a finger and
mouthed she’d just be a second. Turning away again, she cleared her
throat. “Do you have an update for me?”

“I paid Officer Walters a visit, and he was
quite accommodating. He denied everything you accused him of, of
course. Said you were crazy and jealous, and still hung up on
him.”

“He’s lying,” she said in a rush.

“Nothing to worry about, Sarah. Everyone
denies wrongdoing at first. But he knows we’ve got our eye on him
now. Hopefully that’ll make him reconsider contacting you again.
But if he does, you let me know immediately, okay?”

She sighed, relieved he wasn’t going to
simply dismiss her report now that he’d talked to Richard. In fact,
something in his voice seemed to indicate that meeting Richard had
only strengthened her case in his eyes. “I will. Thank you.”

“Take care, Sarah.”

“You, too.” She ended the call and stared at
the receiver for several seconds. It was amazing, but between
Luke’s appearance, their horizontal tangos, and Detective James’
call, she was actually feeling optimistic about the chances of
Richard backing off. Of course, it had to be a false sense of
security. She thought of how tricky Richard was and—

“Sarah?”
She jumped at the sound of Luke’s voice behind her. Turning, her
eyes widened. He was leaning against the bedroom doorjamb, still
naked but for the jeans that rode low on his hips. With the tips of
his hair bleached and his pierced ear, he looked like a badass
version of the man she’d once known. Now that things had settled
down, she was fascinated by the changes and wanted to explore them
in much more depth. Tentatively, she moved forward, then reached
out a hand to touch the snarling dragon tattooed on the side of his
neck.

He went still, and for a moment she thought
she saw a flash of insecurity in his eyes. It was almost as if he
wondered what she thought of the tattoo. As if he wanted her to
like it and was afraid she wouldn’t.

“It’s ... sexy,” she whispered.

“Yeah?” He linked his arms around her waist.
“I’m glad you think so.”

“Is that why you got it? I mean, not for me,
but—” She waved her hand in a “you know” kind of gesture. “Because
you thought women would find it sexy?”

“Not exactly.” Bending down, he skimmed his
lips against hers, the brief contact making her yearn for something
longer. Harder. “Who was on the phone?”

She couldn’t help it. She stiffened against
him, then pulled away in an effort to hide her unease. Once again,
his eyes narrowed.

Lovely. She might as well have activated an
alarm.

But to her surprise, Luke just hooked his
thumbs in the front pockets of his jeans and continued to watch her
with a small smile on his face.

“Just an old friend,” she said. Because she
knew it would distract him and because she wanted to anyway, she
wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her ear against the
warm, tantalizing beat of his heart.

She sighed when he wrapped his arms around
her again, returning her hug. “I’m…I’m glad you came to collect
your payment,” she finally choked out, afraid the emotion in her
voice was too obvious. Then thinking,
To hell with it
, she
pulled back and met his gaze. “I’ve missed you, Luke.”

He tucked a stray tumble of hair away from
her face. “I’ve missed
you
, Sarah. But don’t go getting too
maudlin on me. Because now that I’ve got you where I want you, I’m
not about to let you go. Not yet, anyway.”

She swallowed her instinctive response and
ducked her head, hoping he hadn’t already seen it in her eyes.

Not ever, she thought. Don’t ever let me
go.

***

Of course he had to let her go sometime, but
he did so only briefly.

Since she hadn’t been expecting his visit
and had gotten into the habit of eating cereal morning, noon, and
night, he insisted on walking her to the deli around the corner and
treating her to a gourmet sub. When she teasingly said she wanted
to keep feasting on her very own sub for a while longer, he laughed
and told her the special of the day was far larger than six-inches.
That spurred a rather intense make-out session that started in the
living room, traversed into the kitchen, and ended on the dining
room table. But somehow he still got her into the shower and out to
eat afterwards.