Chicago Heat

by Jordyn Tracey

  Being with John was different. Men still approached her like they always did, some having the nerve to tell her she shouldn’t be with a white guy. To that, she sucked her teeth and kept walking. The more aggressive ones were set in their place, but she noticed here John didn’t flash his badge so quickly. His broad shoulders and a threatening look took care of most situations. The difference between him and Mackie was that Mackie acted like she was his property, something he should be allowed to touch alone. John behaved as if he was protecting her from someone hurting her. How could she not drink that kind of sweetness in? She was finding real quick that John didn’t have to use words women normally ate up to fall in love. Just being himself reeled her in.

  Chapter Five

  Fawn stood behind John digging her foot in the sand. They’d stopped on impulse today to enjoy the tiny beach to the side of Lake Shore Drive. To her, it was such an odd place for a beach, but she’d been here plenty of times. She glanced up from her feet to John. He was such a good guy. He didn’t complain once when she demanded he remove his shoes and wade in the water with her.

  They’d been seeing each other for two months, and she was pretty sure they were close to intimacy. First one of them would lean toward it, and the other drew back, and then the pattern reversed. It was weird because when she wanted it, she went after it, and John struck her as the same kind of person. Putting it off like this felt like they were afraid things would descend into just sex and not a budding relationship, a relationship they had never intended to fall into.

  Fawn moved up behind John and encircled his waist with her arms. She rested her head on his back and closed her eyes. “This is nice, isn’t it? The sun shining, and the temperature warm without being too hot.”

  “Yeah it is. It’s perfect.” She felt him peer over his shoulder at her, and she opened her eyes to look up at him. “I want to tell you about Janice and Kal.”

  She gasped. “Really? What brought that on?” Every other time they spoke about important matters, John avoided the subject of his brother and his brother’s wife. Fawn never pushed, figuring if he needed to get it off his chest, fine. If not, it wasn’t her business. Sure, she was curious because their issues had affected John’s life and his decisions.

  John turned and held his hand out to her. Fawn put her shoes in the other hand and took his. They intertwined fingers and began walking along the beach at a slow pace. “I don’t know. I just felt like talking about it,” he continued. “Kal had wanted to be a cop all his life, and I wanted to be just like him. After he’d been on the force for a couple of years, he met Janice. She was a legal aide. They had what you call a whirlwind courtship, and before you knew it they were married. That’s when things went downhill.”

  She considered his words. “So you think they rushed it?”

  He shrugged. “Or she was just a bitch.”

  “Yikes.” Fawn frowned. “If you think that, what do you feel about me?”

  He kissed her, which wasn’t an answer, but Fawn accepted it. She didn’t want to know how he felt about her. Not right now. She wasn’t sure what she felt yet. She wanted to be intimate with him if only to test whether they’d last. That made zero sense, but it was what occupied her mind of late. The fact that she had little understanding of her wants regarding men was probably why she had so many issues with them.

  “So how did it all go wrong?” she asked to encourage John out of his funk. Over the last couple of months, she’d learned a lot about him. If he was in a dark mood, getting him talking—about anything—did the trick to snap him out of it. Even if the subject wasn’t pleasing, John’s mood would lighten with conversation.

  “It started when Kal wanted to get a position with homicide. She thought it was too dangerous. They argued all the time, nonstop.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “For real, I’m not too happy that you’re in homicide. It is dangerous with criminals issuing threats to you guys or killers coming after you because they don’t want to be caught. But that’s your life. You chose it, and I can’t change that.” She’d already been impacted by his job with him being called away on cases during their dates. John always made up for it in the sweetest of ways. She loved that, so she didn’t mind the interruptions. Like she said, it was the danger that made her afraid. Maybe Janice wasn’t as strong as Fawn considered herself to be. “I’m sorry. I sound like I’m defending her. I’m not. I don’t even know her.”

  “You’re right. You don’t.” She gasped and would have pulled away from him, but he tugged her closer. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.” He kissed the top of her head while she leaned on his chest. “She thought getting pregnant would keep him from applying for the position. That was a strike against her. She didn’t want Kevin for himself. She wanted him as a tool to manipulate Kal.

  “Anyway, it worked. Kal didn’t join homicide, but that didn’t matter because eight years later, after Janice was busy leaving Kevin with friends and neighbors while she went out too much and drank at every opportunity, Kal was killed in a routine stop. A guy ran a red light, turned out to be wanted, and pulled his gun on Kal. My brother died at the scene.”

  He closed his eyes. Fawn squeezed him as tight as she could, knowing his heart must be breaking all over again. She stroked his back and uttered soothing words she hoped would help. While she couldn’t know what it was like having a sibling because she’d been adopted as a baby by an older couple, she did know what it was like to lose someone she loved. Her parents had passed five years ago, and she’d been devastated.

  “I’m so sorry, John.”

  “I know,” he said in a quiet voice. “I…We were close, he and I, talked about everything. He said his world revolved around her, and he wanted to do everything he could to make her happy. ‘She is a good woman,’ he said. Like hell!” John cried. “She came to the funeral with Kevin. She didn’t even have the decency to buy him a suit for saying good-bye to his dad. And then afterward, she asked if I could watch him while she took care of some business. I felt Kevin could use a break from her and said yes. I didn’t know that was the last time I’d ever see her again.”

  John broke from her hold and walked a few steps away. He stretched his arms over his head, flexing the muscles of his back. How she enjoyed looking at him. Then something clicked right then. If things never developed between her and John, into something more serious, she wanted to be able to say later, that they explored every avenue. She’d like to sleep with him, but would this be his turn to draw back? He’d taken a couple vacation days, mostly for Kevin’s sake, but he’d made time for her today as well. This was the best opportunity as work would not interfere. Plus, this afternoon, Kevin had gone with Mrs. Cecil to her grandson’s birthday party. John had told her Kevin wouldn’t be back until six at the earliest. It was three-thirty.

  She bit her lip and considered her decision again. She was ready. No more thought. Rather than ask him straight out or touch him to get him worked up, she moved past him and stood somewhat in front of him. She fanned herself. “The temperature must have risen in the last half hour.”

  She caught the ends of her blouse with her arms crossed over her chest and raised it over her head.

  “Fawn! What are you doing?”

  She pretended innocence. “Oh, don’t worry. This is a real bikini top and not a bra. I’m not exposing myself for the world.” Only you.

  After stooping at the edge of the water to wet her fingers, she ran them over her breasts, letting droplets rain down into her cleavage. She knew from the angle she positioned herself that John saw every move. Like he did a minute ago, she stretched her arms over her head to make her breasts rise. Before she could complete her show, John snatched her up to him.

  “What the hell are you doing to me, Fawn?”

  She blinked up at him, trapped in his steel hold. “What do you mean?”

  “You know very well what I mean.” His gaze dropped to her breasts. “Unless you’re ready to let me make love you, put that da
mn shirt back on.”

  Fawn laughed. John had learned to curb his cursing for the most part after he took in Kevin. She must have sent him for a serious spin with her actions for him to curse this much.

  “And if I am ready, what then?” she let her gaze challenge him.

  His eyebrows shot up. He stared at her, and then set her on her feet. She thought he was backing off at first, but then he snatched her blouse from the sand and grabbed her hand. “Let’s go. My place is more convenient.”

  It was a good thing he was a cop because he risked being pulled over at the speed he kept up to his place. When they pulled up to a small rancher-styled home with manicured lawn and a boy’s bike resting against the garage door, Fawn sighed. This was something she might never have—a cute little house, a husband, and a child.

  John shuffled out of the car and flew around to her side. She shook the turbulent emotions from her mind. This was no time to think about a family—not when they were about to have sex for the first time.

  They were soon inside John’s bedroom—neat as a pin unlike her room—and John slammed the door shut behind him. He trapped her between it and his rock hard body and peered down at her. “You’re sure?”

  “Positive.” For emphasis, she ran a hand up his outer thigh and reached behind him to grab his ass. She drove him in tight to her and rubbed her breasts over his chest. John growled.

  He stepped back and touched a fingertip to her lips. “Stay right where you are.”

  She didn’t move but watched as he hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt. He drew it open to reveal his toned pecs and the weapon strapped under his arm. Fawn’s mouth watered at the picture he made. She didn’t think he’d consider taking her with the gun still on, so she didn’t ask. He un-strapped it and set the piece and the holster on his dresser.

  When he retuned to her, he grinned. “Now, where were we?”

  With sass, she said, “You were about to remind me how much you like to eat.”

  His eyes seemed to blaze with fire. “Was I? Hm, yes, I think that’s a good idea.” With one hand, he caught her by the hip. “Tell me what you have under your short skirt today, Fawn.”

  “Go find out.”

  He dropped to his knees, raised her skirt, and whistled. “So these came with the bikini top?”

  Fawn licked her lips, giving him a playful expression. “No, they didn’t come with this top, but I liked them. Don’t you?”

  “Hell, yes!”

  On impulse, she’d slipped into her red thong this morning. John had shared weeks ago that his favorite color was red, easily discerned from his car. She knew right off with her ass scarcely covered, it would drive him nuts. She had been teasing him with the way she dressed, how she brushed into his body, and her words all along. But John had been doing the same. The man was born to make a woman pant over him.

  He hooked thumbs into the bands of her thong and tugged it down her legs. With a fluid motion, he leaned up and planted a kiss on her pussy. Fawn squealed. He went on with his task of removing her panties, grasping first one calf to lift her leg out of the thong and then the other.

  After he had tossed the garment aside, he went back for her treasure. The anticipation on his face almost made her come by itself, but she couldn’t wait to feel his tongue seduce her clit. John shoved her skirt higher and parted her legs. He started off with a long, unhurried lick along the outer edges of her heat. She whined at the pleasure and squirmed, but John held her in place.

  When he parted her folds to delve his tongue deep into her pussy, she cried out. She bit her finger and closed her eyes while trying not to pull away. The sensations were too strong, yet too good at the same time. She tugged on his hair to pull him close, then caught his shoulders to shove him back. All the while, John ate her with relish. He twirled his tongue around her clit, sucked it into his mouth, and then released it. When she could bear that no longer, he explored her passage to lap up all her flowing cream.

  “Mm, you taste incredible, Fawn. I could eat you all day. Do you know that?” He stood up and stripped off the rest of his clothing and then helped her with hers. She yelped when he scooped her in his arms and carried her across to his bed. Following her down to it, he found her pussy with his mouth again, and while he sucked her aching, swollen bud, he drove his fingers into her. Three all at once since she was so wet, so ready.

  Fawn cried out on the edge of an orgasm. She gripped the sheets under her and would have rolled away, but John caught her and held her down. He worked his fingers faster, calling out encouragement to her. How she loved when a man spoke dirty to her during sex, and John either loved it too or knew instinctively how to please her.

  “Tell me you like what I’m doing to your pussy, baby?” he demanded.

  She whimpered.

  “Be a good girl, or I’ll stop,” he warned.

  She cried out. “Don’t you dare. Oh goodness, John, I’m about to come.”

  “Say it.”

  She raised her hips toward his fingers as he withdrew them slowly and kissed her thigh rather than suck her clit. Fawn thought she would die of need. “I love it, I love it. Don’t stop, John. Please.”

  “That’s my girl.” He climbed higher on the bed and lay behind her while still stroking her heat. When his cock found her opening and pushed in, John pinched her clit between two fingers and whispered naughty words in her ear. Fawn’s climax was explosive. She arched her back and cried out as John pounded her from behind. He kissed her ear, her cheek, turned her head so he could cover her mouth with his. Moments after Fawn came, she shook with pleasure feeling John’s hot liquid fill her.

  Afterward, they lay in each other’s arms, panting. John ran his knuckles over Fawn’s cheek and smiled down at her. “Well that was worth the wait.”

  She kissed one of his nipples and pressed close to his chest. “Wasn’t it though?”

  Fawn rolled to her back with John beside her leaning on his elbow and watching her. She had always felt comfortable in her own skin, and when she didn’t, she cut back until she got to whatever weight worked. Still, having John stare at her with no barrier or no bra to make her girls look their best was a bit unsettling. She wondered if he still thought she was beautiful.

  He reached out and traced around one of her areolas with a fingertip. She shivered, her eyelids fluttering closed and then open. Desire tightened her belly, and she wiggled around a little on the bed. John leaned down and licked the tip of her nipple.

  “Your nipples are so thick,” he commented. “They give me fantasies of doing things.”

  She grinned. Apparently, he liked her breasts just fine. “What kind of things?”

  He shrugged. “Things. Maybe I’ll tell you when I’m sure you can be as naughty as I think you can.”

  She sat forward on her elbow and lowered her lids halfway, tossing him a kiss. “Oh, I can be naughty, baby. You haven’t seen bad girl if you haven’t seen me do it.”

  John stroked her breast, kneaded it, and then pinched her nipples. “Is that right?”

  “Mm. Yes, but can you handle it? I mean can you rise to the occasion?”

  They both looked down to where his cock began to grow out again. Fawn saw why he’d taken her from behind. That position gave him the ability to sink deep and line her body with his. The man was gifted with length and thickness. At first she tried thinking if she’d been with a man comparable to John’s size, but then she dismissed the thought. She didn’t want to think about any man except him.

  She looked up at him and touched his jaw. He needed a shave so soon after doing it that morning. Gazing into his eyes, she felt her heart skip a beat or two. She loved him. Fawn Hill had fallen deep in love with a cop who didn’t believe in marriage. She’d never learn. The knowledge hurt so much, she almost cried, and she dropped her forehead to his chest.

  “Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” he asked.

  She tried to play it off. “Nothing. Just thinking about your boast that you could eat me all day, and
this session lasted like a minute.” She laughed, but it was shaky.

  “Then that will never do.” He gathered her up in his arms and carried her to the tiny bathroom off his room. “We’ll get cleaned up, and I will prove to you that you will beg me to stop long before I’m tired.”

  They stood in the shower after washing each other, holding on to one another. Fawn forgot everything except having him hold her. She had just gotten her hair done, and now it was wet, but she didn’t care. John scattered kisses on her shoulder and stroked her back.

  “Fawn?”

  She sighed. “Hm?”

  “Would you like to go out sometime with me and Kevin?”

  She gasped and looked up at him. “Really? Are you sure?”

  He nodded. “Yes, I’m sure. We could take in a movie or have a picnic in the park. Kevin likes to toss the ball around.”

  Her eyes widened excitedly. “Or we could go to the zoo. Kids like that, right?”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, usually. Okay, it’s settled. Next Sunday, we’ll do it. Now then, I have something to prove. Open those legs and let me at that sweet pussy.”

  Chapter Six

  “Uncle John, what are you thinking about?” Kevin asked. He didn’t respond. “Uncle John?”

  John snapped out of it. “Huh? Oh, what am I thinking? Nothing in particular.” He hoped he didn’t look like an idiot. He’d been staring at Fawn, considering where his feelings for her were going. Asking her out with him and Kevin had been a spur of the moment decision, and he still wasn’t sure it was the right move. Not that he was getting serious. He wasn’t. All his feelings about love and marriage were the same. At least he thought so. Besides that, could Fawn even be a good mother?

  He watched her buying cotton candy from a vendor with all the excitement of a young child. Over the last couple of weeks, they’d done the picnic at the park and the zoo, even though the zoo wasn’t Kevin’s favorite place. John had found his nephew to be different from most children. He got no satisfaction watching caged animals, although, he had enjoyed the aquarium. Now, Fawn had suggested the amusement park, and she seemed to be having more fun than he and Kevin put together.