Cop's Best Friend: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 68)

by Flora Ferrari

  “You can tell me anything. You know that.”

  “Your choice of words? The next chapter in our book together.”

  “Yes.”

  “I’ve been keeping a scrapbook all these years.”

  “A scrapbook.”

  “Well it’s technically a scrapbook for every year.”

  “Every year?”

  “And they’re all full.”

  “That’s amazing. I can’t wait to see them…if you choose to share them with me.”

  “I’ve shared everything with you always, except for that. And now I’ve shared that.”

  “Everything?” I ask.

  “Okay, maybe one other thing I haven’t shared with you…or anyone for that matter.”

  “You better not have.”

  “You either!” she says.

  “You know I haven’t.”

  “I know,” she says bringing our hands to her face. Even the back of my hand on her cheek can sense just how delicate and soft her skin is.

  Less than ten minutes later we’re pulling up to LAX and headed straight towards the private terminal.

  “The private terminal?”

  “Let’s just say it’s good being a cop.”

  “But being a cop doesn’t mean you get access to the private terminal does it? You’re off duty.”

  “I’m never exactly off duty, and you’re right…it doesn’t give us access to that. But it gives us access to police force veterans and guys on the force like doing things, living life, and they have a special set of skills.”

  “You sound like the trailer to the movie Taken,” she laughs.

  “Well taking is what we’re going to be doing…as in taking a ride in a way I know you never have before.”

  “I’ve flown before. A bunch of times. You’ve sat next to me.”

  “You’ve flown in commercial aircraft,” I say as I slow our car to a stop. “But this is different.”

  I look at the helicopter in front of us and the pilot, a cop from our station who recently retired, motions for us to hurry.

  We’re on a tight schedule tonight. I should know. I planned it.

  We’ve spent a lot of nights together before, and they were all special.

  And that means I have a responsibility tonight.

  To make this one more special than all the others.

  And that starts now.

  CHAPTER 8

  Autumn

  I feel like a girl from a James Bond movie when we move swiftly towards the helicopter. My hair is blowing and my makeup is probably getting messed up, but I don’t really care.

  This is an experience and experiences are more memorable than anything else in the world when I have them with him.

  We get inside and get buckled in and get the headset thing on.

  “Can you hear me back there, everybody?”

  “Copy that,” Connor says.

  “Copy that,” I say repeating what Connor said.

  It hits me that a few days ago we were watching some action movie on Connor’s couch…as two single people. And today we’re living it…as a couple.

  Or at least I sure think, and hope, that’s the point of all this.

  I guess it hasn’t been completely confirmed yet, but he sure seems to be confirming it with his actions.

  “Here we go!” the pilot says and I feel my stomach in my throat as we ascend quickly.

  “Your car,” I say pointing at the object we were just in which is quickly becoming no bigger than a speck.

  “Someone will take care of it,” Connor says.

  “Someone?”

  “They’ve got people down there,” he says.

  “They’ve got people, but all you need in this life is one person,” I say.

  “And you’re my person,” he says and I feel his hand take mine and squeeze gently as he looks into my eyes.

  I feel the adrenaline from everything happening so quickly and this whole experience is one big rush, and I can’t lie…knowing already that I don’t have to be at work tomorrow makes it that much more enjoyable.

  But I think my enjoyment level is about to peak before the helicopter reaches the peak of its ascent.

  Connor leans toward me and I feel the pull, my body leaning in to him.

  Even with the wind swirling, these goofy headsets on, and the fact that we’re flying over the city of Los Angeles with the doors of a helicopter wide open I’m still focused on one thing and one thing only.

  Him.

  Or more accurately his lips.

  As they move closer to me until I can feel the heat of his breath and then at the same time we close the last of the gap between each other and after years and years of friendship our lips finally meet and I feel a wave of emotion rush over me.

  Things will never be the same. There’s no going back now. But as much as this could have happened long ago, it’s the past that we have together…the history…that will guarantee our future.

  A very long future together.

  I can tell by everything he’s done, and we’ve done, together up to this point.

  And his kiss is the guarantee on top.

  CHAPTER 9

  Autumn

  The clock strikes eleven p.m. as we raise our glasses to toast from the fortieth floor open air sky deck at the Loews Regency hotel in San Francisco.

  In a word it’s…breathtaking.

  It took us over three hours to get here as we had to stop and refuel half way up, not that I’m complaining on bit. It’s hard to believe we were in the air so long considering I had the view of the coastline to my left and a view of my man to my right.

  In a word, it was absolutely perfect.

  And we were able to land the helicopter on top of a building in the financial district where the Loews Regency is located. They didn’t have a helipad on top, but we took the elevator down, walked half a city block and were quickly up to the hotel, which occupies the top eleven floors of a forty-eight story office tower, just five blocks from the Embarcadero waterfront.

  “The wait makes it all the more worth it,” Connor says holding his Remy Martin Louis XIII cognac glass to mine.

  “Cheers to that,” I say.

  The waiter told us the hotel is only one of two places in San Francisco that serve the cognac, which is aged at least forty years and often up to one hundred years. The aging process seemed about right considering how slowly we took things as a couple.

  And I didn’t mean to but I accidentally saw the price on the menu. At three hundred dollars a glass I’m sure hoping it tastes good.

  And for someone who doesn’t drink much, and whose last experience was a disaster turned perfection that led to this night, the Remy Martin tastes amazing.

  But nothing compares to the taste of it on his lips when he leans over and kisses me again.

  I still can’t get used to the feeling of us being together and kissing. Being together is normal for us…the kissing is a new thing entirely and it just makes everything so much more…perfect.

  “Your steaks,” the waiter says, having brought them up from The Bear and Monarch restaurant and bar. Apparently Connor had arranged something so we could eat on the sky deck instead of the restaurant.

  Yes, he really did plan out everything. We’re eating a late dinner in San Francisco with encompassing views of the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz Island, The Transamerica Tower, and the mountains of Marin county.

  And as I dig into my mouth watering fillet I experience an immediate foodgasm I can only wonder what he has planned out for another kind of gasm later.

  CHAPTER 10

  Connor

  This evening has been perfect. Or should I say morning?

  It’s already past one a.m. and we’re still on the fortieth floor taking in the fresh air and enjoying the view, and most importantly each other.

  I’ve held her tight so many times in my life, so many times under the stars when we went camping or just out late somewhere, but this takes the cake
.

  San Francisco may be in California, which most people equate to sun and sand, but as Mark Twain once said, “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.”

  It’s not quite that cold, and the alcohol we had earlier helped, but it’s getting chilly.

  Not that either of us feel it.

  I feel warmth in my face and even warmer in my pants.

  I’ve been trying to hold her in a romantic way all evening, and doing so requires me to keep my rock hard cock at bay. The alcohol we’ve had hasn’t reduced my length or girth when it comes to my desire for her.

  And I know the way her nipples are poking through both her bra and dress that her desire is just as strong. This isn’t the wind that’s making her nipples pebble.

  And it’s clear from all our laughs and outward displays of our physical desire that it’s time. And the looks on the wait staff, who are ready to get home, only amplify what it’s time to do.

  “Ready to see the room?” I ask.

  “I’m more than ready. Are you ready to see…me?”

  “I’ve been waiting my whole life.”

  And with that we stand and hurry to the elevators. The minute the door opens we’re all over each other, our mouths hungry with desire as we kiss each other ravenously, our lips parting and our tongues exploring.

  God she tastes so good, and when I hear her moan as I hold her in my grasp it causes my cock to twitch in my pants and make contact with the fabric of her dress, causing her to moan a second time.

  I swear my cock’s up above my belt line and the head is even with my belly button. I already know the tip is covered in pre-come and if this wasn’t our first time, and this city wasn’t full of cameras, I’d already be inside her.

  But she deserves so much more than just my lust right now. And this first time needs to be special not only for her, but for me too.

  The elevator doors open and we’re slow to recognize it, and even slower to get out as it tries to close on my back a number of times before we finally stumble into the hallway as I dig frantically into my pocket for the keycard.

  I find it and we enter the room, the second I hear the door latch my hand latches onto her ass and she throws her hands against the wall with a slapping sound as she presses her globes into my grasp as I rub my hand on her ass admiring its shape.

  I reach for my belt undoing the buckle, but before I’ve even got it off she’s spun around and pulling the leather through the loops in my pants.

  I want her so bad right now and it’s just as clear that she wants me with a ferocity that matches my own.

  CHAPTER 11

  Autumn

  I jerk his belt off and toss it to the side, hearing it hit the floor to ceiling window at the other side of the bedroom.

  But I have no interest in the panoramic view of one of the world’s most iconic cities right now. The only view I want is right in front of me, and when I grab his pants and yank them down to his ankles I’m that much closer.

  “Slow down,” he says. “You deserve romance.”

  But we race to get out of our clothes.

  “We’ve been in a constant state of foreplay for over a decade.”

  “More like two,” he says.

  “All the more reason.”

  His hand reaches for mine to stop me, but I’m too quick, unhooking my bra and quickly moving for my white matching panties.

  His underwear comes down and his cock springs up bouncing like a pole vaulter’s stick and then standing straight at attention.

  Good lord, it is higher than his belly button.

  I take a step toward him and jump into his arms.

  He catches me without thinking and my mouth kisses his right on the lips as it’s apparent the best dessert in this hotel isn’t the one on the menu.

  I reach down and around my legs and feel for his hardness, finding it and pressing it against my opening as he carries me over to the bed, my legs wrapped behind him.

  Seconds later I feel my back down on the bed.

  “Rose petals,” I say in between gasps as he kisses my neck down the side, back up again, and then teases my earlobe as I grab his shoulders, my nails digging in.

  “What can I say,” he says between kisses. “I’m a romantic.”

  “Me too, but I need the beast inside you.”

  “You’re not ready for that.”

  “I want you unleashed, unbridled, unrestrained.”

  “I’m trying my best to avoid that,” he says as his lips come off my breast and then find my cleavage kissing over to my nipple, taking it in-between his lips before flicking it with his tongue.

  “Oh fuck,” I say and my hands slide down his arms and I clench his massive forearms feeling them flex as they support his weight as he’s leaning forward on top of me.

  “I need you, Conner.”

  “You’re mine, Autumn and I need you too, but I want this first time to last. I’m practically ready to explode right now, just from the touch of your bare skin…the smell of your pheromones from the light coat of anticipatory sweat that covers you.”

  “Fuck me, Conner.”

  A deep guttural sound comes from his throat as his mouth clamps onto my breast before pulling away, causing a popping sound.

  I look up at him and see he was right…he has the hunger of a caged beast. It’s like I’ve never seen him before, like a switch has flipped.

  “That is what I want.”

  “Uhhh!” he moans. “You’re mine now. You always were mine and now there’s no going back. You understand me?”

  “Yes,” I whimper as I come up on my elbows and scoot back on the sheets turned on by his aggression.

  He breathes in deep through his nostrils causing them to flare before exhaling hard through his mouth and the vein in his shoulder that runs across his bicep and down his arm flares, pumping blood like never before.

  And I can feel my wetness sliding down my leg and finding the bed and he hasn’t even entered me yet.

  “First…,” he says, looking at my femininity… “I need to taste you.”

  And with that he dives face first into my lap grabbing me by the hips bringing my middle up to his lips like my hip bones form a bowl and he’s here to drink to the last drop.

  He kisses me right on my pussy and breathes in again, turning his head to the side to exhale equally as hard as the way he breathed me in.

  And then he sucks in my scent again…and again.

  “Fuck you smell like the sweetest flower in the springtime. Like the ultimate woman. My woman!” he says and his lips find my pussy again, but this time there will be no kissing as his tongue flips up like my opening is a switch and he’s turning me on…but we’re way past that as I grab the sheets in my balled up fists and my hips buck as his tongue rides my movement, only matched by his own forward and back movements of his face as he licks me and his chin bone finds my pubic bone on each follow through grinding my clit causing my arms to spasm and my toes to curl.

  “Conner!” I yell.

  “Say my name!”

  “Oh Connor! Fuck!”

  His tongue dives deep opening me and I cry out as my walls squeeze around him and a rush flows through the inside of me before a typhoon explodes from me right into his face as I feel his tongue pull back and his mouth open around my opening like a valve taking everything I have to offer, and oh do I have a lot.

  I feel my head spin as his hand slides around behind me grabbing my ass hard before he flips me over in one motion and my middle finds my wetness on the sheet, but not from my climax…he swallowed that in its entirety.

  I feel my bare skin dragging across the sheets and my middle comes up as he throws me across his lap as his hand comes down hard on my ass.

  “This is for making me wait all these years to taste you,” he says as he slaps me again, and I feel the heat of his fingers and his palm.

  The stinging sensation ricochets through my ass, causing my ass to ripple like the sea as the hurt,
that is so welcomed and good, moves through me right back to my pussy.