Authors: Danielle Lewis
Tags: #Romance Erotica
Lost Love Series
The Cop (Lost Love Series)
Written, Compiled & Edited by: Danielle Lewis
Copyright © 2013 by Danielle Lewis
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Liz loved driving down Old River Road. The road was long and winding through the woods, and she appreciated its beauty. Mostly though, she just loved that there was nowhere for cops to sit and hide. Liz loved to drive, and she loved to drive fast. To a newcomer, this road might seem daunting, but Liz lived in Milton her whole life. She had been driving home from work on this road for the last ten years, and before that, it was the road she took to drive home from school. This was her home, and nothing here surprised her.
Well, nothing surprised her until she heard the sound of a siren and saw flashing blue lights behind her.
“Oh you have got to be kidding me!” she groaned as she pulled her car over to the side of the road. Where had the cop even come from? There really was nowhere to hide. She hadn’t even noticed passing the car. In her rearview mirror, she saw a tall man in a police uniform approaching. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself before rolling down her window.
“Could I have your license, registration, and proof of insurance, ma’am?” asked the cop. His voice was deep and somehow comforting to her. Instinctively, Liz felt safe.
“Is there a problem, officer?” she asked as pleasantly as she could manage, looking up at him sweetly. When their eyes met, she froze. She knew that face. The strong jaw, the deep green eyes – how could she forget the way they used to sparkle with mischief? Or the light-brown hair which was so soft that it was practically begging her to run her fingers through it once more?
“Lizzie?” He looked just as surprised at the sight of her. His muscles tensed. She couldn’t help but notice how under that police uniform, he was still built like an athlete. Liz could only hope she wasn’t blushing at the thought of that body.
“Ben – what the hell are you doing here?” Now that the shock had faded, Liz was starting to feel that old familiar anger the thought of Ben always awoke in her. In high school, he had always made her passionate, but for the last decade, the strongest emotion he evoked from her had been the rage.
“I came home,” he said simply. Where she was fire when angry – he was ice. He almost became a robot – calm, cool, and professional. “License, registration, and proof of insurance, please.”
“Are you serious?” she demanded angrily. “You are actually going to give me a ticket?” In the thousands of dreams she had had about meeting him again one day, she had never pictured it like this. Her dreams always had him heartbroken, begging to be forgiven for abandoning her. Now here they were, and he was as calm as ever, writing her a ticket. The nerve!
“Do you know how fast you were going?” he asked, seemingly unperturbed by her fury. She wanted to get out of the car and smack him. At least, that’s what she thought she wanted to do. Her body seemed to have other ideas. It had been a long time since a man had made her heart beat this fast.
Perhaps that was why he decided to set up a speed trap on Old River Road. He had told himself it was because he remembered how fast and wildly the teenagers used to drive on it, but perhaps it was because he hoped she still did.
She was just as he remembered her – full of fire, passion, and life. The past ten years had aged her a bit, but she was still his beautiful Lizzie. She was also still pissed at him for leaving. If he had had any doubt, the way she practically spat “You left” at him was proof enough. He knew he had hurt her by leaving, but couldn’t she see how she hurt him by refusing to come with him?
After graduating high school, Ben had had big dreams. He wanted to leave behind Milton and explore the world. He wanted to go to college. There was so much more out there for him to see and do, beyond the borders of this old-fashioned little town. He had asked Lizzie, the girl he thought was the love of his life to join him, and she had refused. He had known she loved their hometown, but he had thought she might love him more. Apparently not.
As he got back into his car, he admitted to himself that he still wanted her. The whole time they were talking, it took every ounce of self-control he had to keep behaving as a professional. He put all of his effort into keeping his voice steady when he could not stop thinking about all the times they had driven down this road together. He was almost certain she had been remembering them too.
Part of him wanted to climb into that car with her and drive down to their hidden spot in the woods once more. It was where they had had sex for the very first time, the very last time, and many of the times in between. He wanted to take her back there and remind her how well they had been together, and he wanted to show her what a mistake she had made by not coming with him.
Of course, he didn’t do that. That would be irresponsible, and an abuse of his power as a police officer. Instead, he just wrote her a ticket and drove away.
That night, Liz found herself driving back to the old hiking trail off of Old River Road. She couldn’t stop thinking of the first-time Ben had made love to her out there in the middle of the woods.
It was the day after her seventeenth birthday, and he was only a few months older. It was still early fall, and the air had the tiniest chill to it. For the past few months, they were parking there to drink beer stolen from her older sister and make out. Tonight was going to be different. She borrowed her dad’s truck, and thrown a few blankets in the back. More importantly, earlier that afternoon, she had driven to the drug store two counties over to buy condoms.
Tonight she was finally ready to be with Ben.
Lizzie knew that as soon as he saw the truck, Ben understood tonight would be different. When they parked in their secret spot in the woods, he was quiet. Gently, he held her face in his hands. He kissed her lightly on the lips before looking deeply into her eyes and asking,
“Are you sure?” His concern for her made Lizzie loved him all the more. Any fears she simply melted away in his presence. She felt so safe in his arms.
“Yes,” she said, smiling at him. “I’m ready.” They crawled into the bed of the truck, and he helped her lay out the blankets. It was the first time for both, but even though they were nervous, they were so very in love. Slowly, clumsily, they undressed each other.
“I love you so much,” Lizzie whispered as she took off his belt.
“I love you too, baby,” he murmured as he shimmied out of the jeans. In a moment, they were both completely naked. Ben held her in his arms and kissed her gently. She could feel every inch of him, pressed up against her. He was so strong. Tentatively, she reached down to try touching his penis. She had never seen or held one before and wasn’t quite sure what to expect. When she held him in her hand, he groaned.
“Oh God, Lizzie – wait, we need my jeans; I have a condom in my pocket.”
“It’s okay – I have one too,” she said, reaching around to pull the box out of her purse. “How did you know it was going to be tonight?”
“I didn’t,” he admitted. “I’ve been carrying a condom in my wallet for weeks just in case.”
“You are such a boy scout – always prepared,” she teased as she opened the box. She took one out and tore it open. “Do you want me to try to…?”
“If you want to,” he said. “If you aren’t comfortable, I can do it.”
“I think I’d like to try,” she decided. Carefully, she rolled on the condom. A shiver of excitement ran through her. It was finally happening! She and Ben were going to make love.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her once more, rolling them over so that her back lay against the bed of the truck. He reached between her legs and began searching for her opening. They both were completely inexperienced, so it took him a moment to figure it out. Lizzie shivered at the feel of his strong finger probing her wetness. Finally, he found what he was looking for and slowly slipped a finger inside of her. Lizzie felt her muscles tightening against the strange intruder.
“God, you are so small!” he gasped, slowly gliding his finger in and out of her body. She felt her body begin to relax as it got used to his presence there. Soon she was stretched enough and wet enough that he managed to slip another finger into her tight channel.
“Do you think you’re ready, Lizzie?” he asked. “I think I need to come. I want to be inside of you.”
“I think so,” said Lizzie. For a moment, she was slightly apprehensive, but then she relaxed. She loved Ben, and she trusted him. “Yes, I’m ready Ben.”
Ben shifted so that he was supporting himself by his hands as he gently probed at her small entrance. He seemed to be having trouble finding it again, so Lizzie reached down and guided him in. He thrust all the way into her. She gasped with the pain. It wasn’t just the pain of breaking her hymen. His fingers had helped, but she had not realized how big a penis was. She thought it would be like putting in a tampon, just a bit bigger. It was completely different. There was no tampon in the wolf that was as big as a man.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice sounding tense and concerned. She could tell he was at about the limit of his self-control, and she loved him for it.
“I’m okay,” she said, closing her eyes, so he wouldn’t see they were tearing up. “Just go slow, okay?” As slowly as he could, Ben began sliding in and out of her. He lasted maybe another thirty seconds before he came. Lizzie wondered if that was normal.
After he finished, he rolled off of her and lay on his back. His left arm held her to him, and she rested her head against his chest.
“I love you so much,” he breathed.
“I love you too.”
Liz’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of another car. It parked at the base of the hill, and after a moment, she could hear a man walking through the woods toward her. She had absolutely no doubt who it would be.
“Go away,” she yelled as soon as she could see his face. She noticed that he had changed out of his uniform and was just wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and flip flops.
“Calm down,” he ordered. His seemingly complete lack of emotion enraged her all the more.
“Don’t treat me like a child!” She picked up a stick and threw it at him. He dodged easily. “You shouldn’t be here! You left!”
“I came back,” he replied calmly. “And I have just as much a right to be here as you.”
“You smug, obnoxious, arrogant, stupid, heartless troll!” she yelled. Her heart was beating faster and faster. She wanted to kill him. Or fuck him. She wasn’t really sure which. She picked up another stick and threw it. She hated him when he was like this – she wanted him to feel as angry as she did. She just wanted him to react.
Ben dodged yet another stick as Lizzie hurled insults at him. She certainly hadn’t lost of her fire. He could feel his own passions starting to get the best of him, but he quickly squashed them down. His self-control was more important to him than anything.
“Lizzie, I know you’re angry, but can we talk about this?” Even ten years older, she still made his cock stir. He tried to force the feeling away, but he had to admit to himself that all he wanted was to rip that blouse right off her.