Page 14 of Dirty Cops Next Door

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Toni

It hadall changed when he sat down beside me. His proximity meant I could smell his cologne, feel his body heat, sense him. He’d looked at me and before I knew it, I was sitting in his lap, straddling him as my mouth devoured his. Oh, he kissed me alright, he kissed me like I’ve never been kissed before, but I did the same.

I felt a prickle of guilt because I’d been kissing Grant only the week before, but there was something about David that drew me in. Grant was a slow-burn of desire, a gentle need that built into something more. David was an inferno burning hot and fast.

I’ve dreamed about them both, fantasized about them both, but the reality surpassed both. Grant had filled me with desire, slow and full. David filled me with raw need, hot and explosive. Two different men, fulfilling totally different needs. I wrapped myself around him, no longer offering myself for my brother’s release, I just wanted whatever he’d give me.

Him, David. The man I’d hated only seconds before. God, it was all so wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself. I needed it; I needed his hands down my pants, rocking me into that ridge between my thighs. I needed his tongue stroking at mine as I sucked him into my mouth. I needed to feel the strength of his broad shoulders and the way he made something inside me answer wildly every time he groaned.

He seemed lost, but totally in control, as if he never did this sort of thing but he was alright with it. My pulse raced in my ears as I ground into him, my body on fire, filled with an ache I knew only he could alleviate. When he groaned again and pulled me up to press me against the wall, I knew he could fulfill every single fantasy I’d ever had, and then some.

My hands wrapped around his neck and I held on to him tightly as he rocked into my core, over and over again, pressing his hard cock against my denim-covered opening. I heard myself sigh into his mouth, I felt how tight my nipples were as they pressed into his chest, how liquid my center felt, and knew I wasn’t going to ever say no to him. He could have whatever he fucking well wanted from me.

Until Grant walked into the room.

I froze, unsure of what to do. He’d caught me kissing his partner! Well, a lot more than kissing was going on and David seemed unwilling to stop. I looked into David’s eyes as Grant sat down, which shocked me a whole lot more. I shot a glance behind David to see curiosity and so much more burning in Grant’s eyes.

“I dare you.” David drew my full attention back to him. His lips found mine, and I was gone.

Just like that.

Grant could watch, if that was his thing. I really could not say no to David. He tasted far too good, he felt too perfect against me.

The memory of my dreams, of both men in bed with me, came back to me and I wondered if that was a possibility here. That’s when I pushed away, shocked at my own thoughts. Sure, I’m a modern girl; I don’t see a problem with a girl having some fun of her own, but me? This just wasn’t me. At all.

“I’ve, shit, what am I doing?” I ran my hand through my hair as reality set in cold and unforgiving. I stared into David’s mocking eyes, no comfort from that quarter either.

I knew you couldn’t keep up, those eyes taunted me. I knew you couldn’t play our game. I could only back away, falling into a chair Grant placed behind me, just in time. I don’t know if he saw denial there, shock, or fear, but David’s gaze changed. The mocking disappeared, replaced with a cold detachment.

David’s gaze flicked over to Grant, while I bent my head, not able to look either in the eye. What had I been doing? I berated myself. Had I really fallen to this level? I wanted to run out of the station but Eric was here, somewhere. Where was his lawyer, anyway?

I looked behind me, a sudden fear that perhaps the older man was also a witness to my moment of madness making my face burn hotter. That was all I needed, for the town to get wind of my delinquent tendencies with two super fucking hot cops. Bad words raced through my mind, even the ones I never said out loud. A whole slew of them.

Shame was burning a hole in my stomach, a hole that seemed to spread as I sat there, waiting for one of them to speak. I’d just offered myself to a cop, a cop, in exchange for my brother’s freedom. That was bribery, wasn’t it? Please, just let me sink into the floor now.

“What is happening then?” David finally said something and I couldn’t help but jump at the sound of his voice, a thin steel edge slicing down my spine. Were they going to arrest me now? What was going to happen?

“Eric’s being processed. He’ll be out in an hour or so.” Grant’s voice had sunshine hiding in it, a smile. I felt the burning hole recede a bit. Or was it amusement at my expense?

I felt like one of those silly girls I used to surreptitiously sneer at. The ones that wore the low-cut shirts and bleached their hair, layering makeup onto their faces to attract a man. Had I just tried to use my, ahem, sex, to get my way? My head sank lower. What happened to being a woman with an ambitious attitude? It fucked off when I went into heat for a man I actually hated? More than anything, I was really starting to hate myself.

I stood, taking a deep breath as I turned to face the two men that had just witnessed my supreme moment of weakness.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’ll just find my brother’s lawyer.” Maybe they’d just let me off, maybe they would let it all go. I stood there, my hands clasped gently in front of me, pretending I was robed in a designer suit, rather than frayed jeans and a university sweatshirt, my head regally angled and my eyes staring at a point on the wall between them.

I didn’t look at either man—the one I’d been kissing, or his partner who I’d been kissing a week ago. I just waited for their response.

“Uh, ma’am,” I heard Grant say, that laughter more evident now, “the lawyer is currently with your brother, processing him out of the system.”

“Oh. And where might I find him afterward?” The words hadn’t sunk in yet, and I continued to stare at the wall. I could feel my jaw starting to ache, my back teeth were clenched together so hard.

“Well, they’ll both be in front of the jail in about an hour, I reckon.” Grant ran a hand through his dark hair, his grin spreading to his eyes. I could only see this out of the corner of my eyes, and it finally started to sink in.

Processing him out.

“Wait, what? Outside of the jail?” I dropped the Queen Elizabeth routine and turned to Grant, studiously ignoring David.