Rock Hard Boss: A Single Dad, Boss Chef Romance

by Rye Hart

  “I’m just saying, it’s getting so bad that he’s never here anymore and when he does show up he’s got those thugs with him. They aren’t his type of friends. Then to make things worse, they stay here all hours of the night.” I shook my head. “They’re up to something. It’s eating at Scott too, I can tell. I know him better than anyone, even you.”

  “Let’s just focus on what we can control.” It was what she always said when it came to Scott. I could see the worry on her face was just as deep as mine, however. We were losing my brother, and while I knew the thought of it was more than she could stomach, ignoring that there was a problem wasn’t going to make it any better.

  Scott had never been in trouble before, but he was impressionable and easily led, especially if something he cared about was on the line. I had a feeling those men were using him, and not just because they weren’t his normal type of friends. I could tell that he was terrified of them, that the stress of having them around was eating him alive. And every time I’d ask him about them, he’d give me the same answer. ‘They’re just friends, don’t worry about it and stay out of it’. The fear in his eyes when he’d said it was a warning and so far I had taken heed.

  I’d also done a little digging around myself. I’d seen a few things, heard them too, and though I felt as though they were using the bar for something, I hadn’t figured out what. I knew as much to guess that it was either drugs or dirty money; probably both. All I knew was that they’d wait for the bar to clear out and then pull around back. Whatever they were loading and unloading had to be illegal or else it wouldn’t be a big damned secret.

  I’d learned to play dumb, even when it came to Scott, but I feared that the longer it went on, the closer I got to losing my brother.

  Lu placed her hand on my arm. “Stop worrying, Starla. It won’t do either of us any good, and we’ve got enough on our plate. I’m hoping we don’t have to train this new guy for long, and if he shows up looking like one of Otis’ drunken fishing buddies, then he’s out. I’ll run the damned bar myself before I’d let that happen.”

  I wondered if Lu’s concerns were warranted, and cringed at the thought of running the bar without the proper help. Only time could tell what tomorrow’s interview had in store. I just hoped this guy knew how to work under pressure.

  CHAPTER TWO - CASH LANGSTON

  “I’ve always wanted to get handcuffed by a hot cop”, said Serenity as I led her down the hotel lobby toward our room.

  Room number sixty-nine.

  How fitting.

  “Hey, are you sure you couldn’t fix that ticket for me?” she asked.

  Her big blue eyes, loaded with heavy eye shadow were full of concern, but not for the reason they should be. She was more concerned about the ticket she’d gotten days earlier than what I was about to do.

  My shift wouldn’t start until later in the afternoon and I texted her yesterday about meeting up for a few hours; we both knew what that really meant.

  “Sorry, but there’s nothing I can do. You should have listened to me and gotten the damned headlight fixed.” I’d pulled her over for the light last week, and in the process of exchanging information, she’d slipped me her number. I decided to be kind, and let her go with a warning, but I guess I wasn’t letting her off so easily. She was a sexy blonde in her mid-thirties, with a nice rack and she seemed to know how to charm her way out of a ticket. Trouble was, she had a hard time obeying orders.

  Maybe after a good hard fucking, she’d learn her lesson.

  We got to the room moments later and as soon as I opened the door, she rubbed her long slender fingers against my pants, right over my cock. “Are you sure?”

  I stepped away and closed the door behind us. “Maybe you should show me how badly you want to get out of this one.”

  She stepped to the middle of the room, looking around to take it all in. It wasn’t much, nothing glamorous, but it was clean and the bed was sturdy.

  Without a word she walked up and wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingers finding their way into my hair, her mouth landing on mine in a deep sultry kiss. Her tongue mingled against mine, licking long strokes, sucking, pulling at my lips. She tasted like mint gum and as I slipped my hand down to rub her mound, a soft purr sounded from the back of her throat.

  “That was a hot kiss. But how about you show me what else that mouth can do?” I wasn’t interested in romance and if she thought she was about to land a cop for a boyfriend she was sorely mistaken. Hell, I wasn’t even out to break her heart, all I had an interest in was between her legs and the back of her throat.

  A wicked smile spread across her lips, but before she could drop to her knees, I grabbed her arm and brought her back upright. “Stand over there and strip for me first.” I watched as she walked no more than two steps away and slowly and seductively removed her clothes. It was clear from what I saw that she was experienced in the art of making a man hard.

  Finally the last article of clothing hit the floor and she stood there completely naked, her tiny, rosy nipples tight from the chilly air. I could have been a gentleman and offered her the warmth of the bed, but I would warm her up soon enough. She drew her arms in around her and then ran her hands along her body, cupping and lifting her perky breasts which were the size of plump grape fruits, then down around her waist and to her hips.

  I removed my shirt and shoes, but she’d have to work for the rest. I reached out my hand and she took it, allowing me to pull her closer. I tugged down and she took the hint. I didn’t want another kiss, she’d shown me that talent and now it was time to show me more.

  As she fell to her knees, her eyes stared up at me, wide and wild. She rubbed her hands up my thighs and let her thumbs brush against my sac which was heavy with her reward as she made her way to my zipper.

  As she tugged down my pants, letting them fall to my knees, I stepped out of them leaving me completely naked with nothing but my cock between us. Her eyes lit with surprise as it hovered in her face and she took it in her hand, holding it gently before she rubbed it against her cheek. She kissed my shaft as if she were making love to it, but I wasn’t going to get off on her cock worship. I placed my hand on the top of her head and she finally took her cue.

  She gave it another glance like she wasn’t sure what to do with it, but then she lifted her eyes to mine as she parted her lips and closed them around my broad tip. My eyes burned down on her and the only sign of approval I gave was a soft sound from my throat as she closed her lips tight around my rim and sucked it hard.

  She pulled her mouth off and then licked down my shaft, her tongue tickling along the bulging veins, her lips kissing and teasing. I took over, taking my length into my hand and holding her head still. Her eyes widened as I pushed it between her lips. “Take it like a good girl.”

  Her eyes went wide as I pushed my cock further into her mouth than she’d tried and she took it well enough. I let her get good and comfortable, and I could tell when her confidence had built enough to take more. I touched her cheek, holding her still for a moment as I pushed farther in, and she lurched as the girth became too much. Her eyes widened and she pulled away, but I shook my head. “Relax and breathe through your nose.” I wasn’t sure how many cocks she’d had in her mouth, but she wasn’t a pro as much as she wanted to be.

  She did as she was told, and once she calmed and began working her mouth on me, I pushed back. I kept pushing her limits until she was taking it without gagging and staring up at me with watery eyes from her spasms. I let her work my head, knowing a nice taste of pre cum was about to hit her tongue.

  “Touch yourself for me.”

  She gave me a little nod and slipped her hand down between her legs moaning on contact.

  “I bet that little pussy is dripping for me, isn’t it?”

  She pulled off, panting from the exertion. “Please, officer.” She gave me a little smirk, knowing calling me officer made things much dirtier.

  “You want it bad don’t you?”r />
  She nodded and walked to the bed, crawling up on it on all fours and glancing back at me over her shoulder. “How do you want me?”

  “On your back. I’m not sure you could handle me behind you.”

  “I’d be willing to try anything.” She lay back and her words went straight to my dick, making it twitch as I crawled up between her legs.

  “I’m glad to hear you say that, but careful what you wish for.” I spread her thighs wider, rubbing against her trimmed mound. Then I let my eyes take in the sight of her tight little lips and the swollen bud at the apex just beneath her hood. I slipped my fingers between her lips, parting them and when my fingers slid over her tender clit, she shuddered beneath me. She was soaked. I raked my fingers through her juicy center and then gave her a taste, pushing my broad fingers into her mouth. She looked surprised, but sucked them gently.

  “You’re ready for me.” She’d have to be. I wasn’t going to hold back. I wanted this sweet little thing on my cock and it was about to happen, ready or not.

  I pushed her legs apart and they fell open as wide as they could against the bed, showing off her flexibility and her hot little slit. I nudged my way up, stopping to press against her, letting her know what she was about to get. I smiled as she braced herself and then took a deep breath as I nudged my head between her tight lips and against the channel. This was going to hurt, but she wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled me forward.

  “Eager girl.” I slowly inched my way down into her tight, wet walls and she cried out a little whimper but kept nudging against my ass.

  Once she settled around me and I was to the depths of her soaking core, I pumped my hips, her tight walls feeling like burning silk around me, milking me so good that I had to slow up and hold back. I wasn’t about to bust nut in this little thing; not just yet.

  “I think I’m going to come,” she blurted. The words fell so fast from her lips they were but a breath and then she shuddered beneath me, her channel pulsing around my cock as she moaned loudly. She bucked her hips and I met each motion with a steady rhythm, building up my own release as I rode her through hers; not just one, but two. Her toes were curled and her eyes had all but crossed before she stilled, going limp beneath me. I hiked up her hips and gripped her ass, pounding into her. I wanted to flip her over and take her tight ass, but she’d never handle it, besides, I had plans for my load’s final destination and that would be much easier to achieve in this position.

  I lifted her up and carried her to the edge of the bed, never leaving her depths. She bucked against me, holding onto my neck for dear life until I pulled out and deposited her on her ass. My cock found her mouth and held her head, fucking her pretty mouth until I felt my load ready for her. It spurted out in thick ropes, splashing against the back of her throat and she gulped, gagging on the wad as I relentlessly pumped and poured.

  My cum rolled down her chin, and she was moaning for mercy before I stilled and pulled away. She gasped, her tits heaving as drops fell to them. She made quick work of wiping it up and then she collapsed to the bed behind her.

  “That was hot. You’re a dirty girl.” I gave her a peck on the lips and offered her a smile.

  She lay there watching as I gathered my clothes. “Could we do this again sometime?”

  I hid my knowing smile as I pulled up my pants. “I’ll call you,” I said, knowing fully well that would never happen. I couldn’t have her hanging around, especially when I had a kid at home to worry about.

  I was dressed long before she was, but I showed her to her car and was careful that no one else had seen us. She started her car and as she drove out of the hotel garage with one headlight, I shook my head.

  Some people never learn.

  ***

  Getting a call that the chief wants to see you a few hours into a shift was never a good thing, but I had a plan in place for my daughter and I and so I was anxious to get back to the station and see what he had in store. I turned my car around and headed back across the city hoping to beat the midday rush. Rumor had it there was a new case building, and a few of the boys were hoping to land a bit of undercover work.

  The chances of me landing it were slim, and if by some fuckin’ miracle I did, I’d have to take a lot of heat from seniority. It was less than six months since we moved into town, and being the ‘new guy’ in a big unit was not easy. I had to do what it took to make a better life for Livvy, even if it meant the cold shoulder from a few of my peers. Besides, what others thought about me wasn’t my damn problem. At least my end game wouldn’t rattle them too much. There weren’t many men in my unit chomping at the bit for a desk job, but I was hoping after one or two more tough cases I’d be able to get off the streets - for good.

  Her mother had been deemed unfit, and cared more about herself than her daughter, so I’d be damned before I stuck her with two deadbeat care takers.

  Chicago was a tough city to work, and with crime statistics rising daily, I wanted to ensure I’d see my daughter’s sixth birthday. An undercover assignment would be just the perfect notch in my belt to get me closer to my goal.

  After getting full custody of Livvy, and several months of trying to do things completely solo, I realized I needed a little help. I’d learned that the hard way, so I put in for my transfer and got it a month later. That’s when I moved us from Dallas to Chicago - to be closer to my mother. She’d been my rock and done everything to help us, but her one request was that I try to settle down a bit. She didn’t want her only granddaughter to be without any parents. I’d never seen myself sitting behind a desk, but taking a seat was my way of fulfilling that promise I made to mom.

  I pulled into the station hoping it wasn’t another paperwork issue left over from my transfer or some trivial issue like a signature or something being misplaced. I’d dealt with that kind of bullshit already and had seen enough office screw-ups to last a lifetime.

  The fact that I walked in and no one mentioned the chief looking for me was a good sign. If everybody knew my business, chances were, it didn’t have to do with undercover work. I made my way around the clutter of desks and to the back, where the chief’s office door was closed. His blinds were pulled, so I knocked on the dark wooden door right above the knob.

  “Enter,” he called, his voice muffled through the door.

  I pushed the door open and found him sitting behind a stack of folders, which he quickly pushed aside, and then he reached across his desk for another folder, this one a bit thicker.

  “You wanted to see me, Chief?” I waited for him to gesture to his chair and I took a load off, staying upright, my posture straight to make it clear I was ready for whatever was in store.

  “Langston, yes, I’ve got a proposal for you. I know you’d inquired about taking the desk opening down the hall. I read your letter, and I have to say I’m impressed and …well, I’m also sympathetic to your situation with being a single father in this business.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” I nodded and continued to listen.

  “I’m sure you’ve heard the boys whispering about a new case coming up?”

  I gave another nod, not needing to go into detail about who told me what and when. No one liked a damn snitch, even the chief, and per courtesy, he didn’t ask any questions either.

  “I know what you’re thinking; you’re the new guy, why should I throw you a bone?”

  “Yes Sir, the thought crossed my mind. I wasn’t really expecting any offers.”

  “Truth is, my boys around here are a little too … well-known for this one and since it’s a cross-jurisdiction deal, it’s going to be tricky. A few of the local officers have been to the location a time or two and so have some from my own unit. It’s kind of a landmark just outside of the city. Since it deals with some inner city involvement as well, I need a man no one knows, but someone with the right experience. I read in your records that you’ve done quite a bit of solid undercover work back in Dallas.”

  “Yeah, I was on a few high-profile
cases,” I said

  “Well, let me be straight with you. I really can’t take no for an answer - being you’re my only unknown in the unit. Take this one and I’ll make sure you get that position you’re wanting.”

  “I appreciate the offer. Since I can’t say no, I guess you can tell me what it’s all about.” We exchanged a smile, and I relaxed in my seat, but not because he’d put me at ease. The chief was asking me to put my neck out for him and we were both in the same boat, having no other option and offering something of true value to the other.

  “I got a small timer, Scott Jones, a troubled 27-year-old with a gambling problem. His grandmother owns The Starlight Bar just outside our jurisdiction around the city. He got himself mixed up with a local drug lord, Kingston Mitchell. They call him Kings for short. He’s big timer, done a lot of time, and has made himself scarce since his biggest rival mysteriously disappeared about a year ago. We have reason to believe he’s strong-arming Scott Jones into using the family bar as a hub of sorts. I need you to go to work there and feel it out. One thing you should know about Kings is he’s got a violent streak. He’s as fucked up as they come and what’s worse he’s got eyes and ears everywhere. I have a theory that the sick bastard got out of doing more time behind bars because of his connections inside the system.”

  “You don’t have to worry about Kings. I’ve dealt with the likes of his kind in the past. I’ve got just one question. You want me on staff at this bar?”

  I thought my bar days had ended with college when I worked as a bartender and bouncer.

  “Yeah, the guy who’s been our tip off was a bartender and now wants out, which leaves his job available. He can assure you’re hired. You’ll come well recommended. There’s a sister, Starla Jones. She’s the acting manager, and a single young lady. You will be working closely with her, so it wouldn’t be a bad idea if you exchange some flirtatious jokes here and there to keep things real. Just a thought. Then, of course there’s the owner, Lu Jones. She’s lived down there her whole life, and she’s supposedly a tough cookie. I’ll make sure you get a copy of the case file, and unless you have any questions for now, I’ll let you go home and make arrangements. You know how these things work. This could take a week or a month, maybe two, there’s no guarantee, but we don’t expect things to be too drawn out. The other bartender provided us with enough information that we’re confident to wrap this up sooner than later. I’d make sure your family understands that. ”