Cop: Jagged Edge Series #2

by A. L Long

  Unbuckling my seatbelt, I reached for the door handle and slid off the seat into the cool night air. As I stepped to the edge of the cliff, a gust of wind caught me off guard as it lifted my skirt for Cop to see my ass cheeks. Smoothing down the silky material, I felt the warmth of Cop’s leather jacket being placed on my shoulders. I couldn’t help but take in his scent as the breeze filled the air with the scent of musk and spice. Pulling the jacket tighter around me to keep the chill out, Cop wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer into his chest.

  “This is my favorite spot to come to when I have a lot on my mind,” Cop confessed.

  “I can see how you would come here. It is very quiet. A person could get lost in their thoughts,” I replied.

  “When I was a kid, I used to ride my bike up here and just sit and wonder about all the people and what they were doing at that very moment. Sometimes I would even pretend that I lived in that building,” he said as he pointed in the direction of the Empire State Building.

  “You dreamt that you lived in The Empire State Building?” I asked, amused.

  “Yeah. Only I didn’t know its name at the time. I remembered thinking how beautiful it looked at night when all the lights were on display.”

  Looking out over to the Empire State Building, I could understand how Cop would love that particular building. It was pretty spectacular when it was all lit up.

  Taking me by the hand, Cop led me back to his truck and helped me inside. Starting the engine, he said, “It’s getting late and I need to get you home.”

  Being with him, I didn’t want this night to end, even though I knew he was right. It was getting late. It was just that I felt really comfortable with him and I wanted to know everything there was to know about him. So when Cop reached my building, I couldn’t help but ask, “Do you want to come up for a minute?”

  At first I thought that he was going to refuse, but then he said, “Yeah,” just like that, plain and simple.

  I suggested that he park in the covered garage instead of on the street. So when he pulled inside, I directed him to my designated parking spot, which I knew would never be occupied by me. Cop cut the engine, got out and walked around the front of his truck to assist me out.

  When we got to my place, just like clockwork, Oliver was waiting at the front door. It didn’t take him long to begin meowing and rubbing up against my leg. Cop tried to pet him, but Oliver would not have anything to do with him as he began to hiss at him. “Oliver,” I scolded as he looked up at me, knowing that I wasn’t the least bit happy about his behavior. “Be nice to Cop. He just wants to pet you.”

  Not even my words of warning could convince Oliver to be nice. He sauntered off in the direction of my bedroom meowing all the way.

  “Sorry about that,” I said.

  “That’s okay. Me and cats never seemed to hit if off. When did you get a cat anyway? I don’t ever remember you having one.”

  “I didn’t. I kind of adopted Oliver when Mrs. Jensen passed away. I just couldn’t stand him being taken to a shelter. I know what happens to unwanted pets. Can I get you something to drink? I think I have wine, if that’s okay?”

  “That will be fine,” Cop replied

  As I grab two glasses and the bottle of wine I had in my fridge, I walk over to the couch where Cop had made himself comfortable. I handed Cop the corkscrew and watched as he masterfully uncorked the bottle of wine. When the cork popped from the bottle, my attention was brought back to the sound rather than on Cop’s muscles, which were bulging through his white button-down shirt.

  I knew he could feel my eyes burning into his body. There was a slight curve to his mouth as he acknowledged my attraction to him. Holding up the half full glass of wine to me. I took it slowly from him. More than anything I wanted to down the entire contents, but knew it would only confirm what he already knew. Taking a very ladylike sip, I placed the glass on the small coffee table and turned my gaze to the window in my living area.

  “I just love how the city looks at night,” I confessed, trying to tame down my desire for this man.

  “It is a beautiful sight,” Cop replied, setting his glass on the table and walking towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

  Trying to figure out what he must be thinking, I watched as he leaned his hand against the glass and looked out into the city lights. Nothing could have prepared me for what he said as he turned towards me. “Sabrina, you are a very attractive woman, and right now at this very minute all I want is to strip every piece of clothing from that beautiful body of your’s and put my cock so deep inside you until the only sound coming from those perfect lips is you screaming my name.”

  I was so focused on him, that I only heard half of what he just said. I did manage to hear “cock,” “deep,” and “scream.” It was only after he had me up from the couch and pressed against the window that my reality finally kicked in and I knew what he wanted.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Cop

  Never had a woman made me come so undone as Sabrina did. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me. All I knew was that I wanted her and I couldn’t stop what I was doing. Even when I picked her up and pushed her body against the window, it didn’t matter that I may have been a little rough with her. Her soft moan just made me want her that much more instead of pulling back from her. It was only after her arms wrapped around my neck that I knew she wanted what I was offering.

  Pressing my lips to hers, I took in her softness as I urged my tongue between her parted lips. As I caressed her tongue with mine, I could feel the vibration of her moans spread from her lips to mine. Pulling her even closer, I lifted her body, placing my hands on her ass beneath the smooth material of her dress. She should have never been allowed to wear that sexy dress. Every man in that club had their eyes peeled on her mouthwatering breasts and tight ass. I was wound so tight, the only thing that saved me was that they were only looking and not touching.

  Breaking me from my thoughts, Sabrina’s hands began moving down my back, where she lifted the hem of my shirt to gain access to my heated skin. God, just the feel of her touching me made my cock rock solid. Unable to take any more, her dress was up over her head in one swoop, and her firm breasts were now bare and waiting for me to devour them. Lowering my head, I placed my mouth over her taut nipple and began taking in her softness. The heat inside my pants was going to ignite if I didn’t plant myself deep inside her. Twisting our bodies, I pulled her from the window and whispered,”Bedroom?”

  Her soft voice rang, “Down the hall to the right,” as I pulled her closer and began carrying her in that direction. Kicking the door open with my foot, I walked through the open door and placed her gently on the frilly pink comforter on her queen-sized bed. There was just enough light shining through her bedroom window that I could see the silhouette of her body as she was spread across the bed. She was even more beautiful, if that was even possible. Her body had curves in all the right places and her breasts were the most gorgeous mounds of perfection that I had ever seen. It was only when I was standing before her, taking in her beauty, that I noticed the faint line which looked to be a scar, running from the center of her stomach and disappearing around her side. It could have been something that happened long ago, based on the slight imperfection that was barely noticeable.

  I began unbuttoning my shirt. Frustrated after the first few buttons. I gave up and pulled it over my head. It wasn’t long after that my boots and jeans were off. Sliding up over her, I propped my elbows on either side of her head and once again placed my lips on hers. Her mouth opened wider for me letting me, taste more of her sweetness.

  Holding my body above her with one arm, I began caressing the soft flesh of her breast with the other. Tweaking the velvety firmness of her nipple, her back began arching up from the bed. There it was again, the soft moan letting me know she was about to unravel with sheer pleasure. I removed my lips from hers and began moving my way down her body. Lowing my hand, I slid it between our bodies in s
earch of her inner warmth. Reaching the apex of her womanhood, I could feel the heat radiating between her legs. Lowering my hand further, I slid my hand under her lacy panties and placed the palm of my hand on her pelvic area while I slowly worked my finger between her slick folds. She was so wet that it was easy for me to slip my middle finger inside.

  Lifting my head, I gently placed tender kisses on her lips while whispering, “I need to be inside you, Brie. I don’t have a condom, but I’m clean. Are you on the pill?”

  Something wasn’t right, I was so consumed by her that I didn’t realize that she had become completely stiff on me. Taking in her beauty, I could see something in her eyes. It was fear. Never had I seen such a terrified look before. “Sabrina, what’s wrong?” I asked, concerned as I waited for her to respond.

  “I thought I could do this, but I can’t,” she said, pushing me away.

  “What’s going on, Sabrina?” I asked, demanding an answer.

  “I can’t. I think it’s better if you left.”

  “Not without an answer as to what just happened.”

  Before I could get anything else from her, the door to the bathroom closed and I could hear the lock engage. Walking to the door, I tapped lightly. “Sabrina, whatever is going on, I need to know,” I demanded.

  “Please, Cop, just go away,” she replied.

  There was nothing else I could do. I could hear the crack in her voice as she said those last words. I knew that she was crying behind the door. “This isn’t over, Brie. I’ll leave… for now.”

  ~****~

  The ride to my home in the country left me confused and pissed off. I tried to figure out what could have caused Sabrina to react the way that she did. I was so turned on by her, I thought I was going to lose it before I had a chance to really feel her. When I left her condo, I had never wanted to beat someone as much as I did then. I needed to punch something fast and hard.

  Turning up the long dirt road to my little piece of heaven, I could feel the pain between my legs begin to take its toll. I had never experienced a case of blue balls in my life. I needed relief before I wasn’t going to be able to walk. Unable to hold on any longer, I pulled my truck to the side of the long road and did the one thing I hadn’t done since I was a teenager. Never had a woman left me in this condition before.

  When I was finally able to get some relief, I put the truck back into drive and headed up the road. My log-style cabin came into view, the cabin that I spent a decade building. At home, I put everything I had into building. To most people it would have been a dream home with its big arched window overlooking the small lake that me and my dad spent many days fishing at. I never thought I would be able to rebuild a home on this land once the old house burned to the ground. Too many bad memories of the night it caught on fire. I guess that is why it took me ten years to rebuild what was destroyed all those years ago.

  Pulling the truck in the three-car garage, I put it in park and headed inside the empty house. Throwing my keys on the granite counter, I decided I needed to punch something more than I needed a shower. Taking the steps to the second floor two at a time, I headed to the master to change into something more comfortable for what I had in mind. Changing and grabbing what I needed, I headed down the stairs to the basement where I built the ultimate workout room. As I entered the room, I could see my 100 pound punching bag waiting to take a beating. Slipping on my gloves, I began hitting the bag with slow steady jabs. The more I thought about what happened with Brie, the harder my punches got. Without even realizing it, the anger began to swell and my legs began doing a number as well on the bag.

  My arms and legs began to burn like none other as I continued my assault on the bag. When my body was completely exhausted and no longer able to move, I removed my gloves, only to find that the protection did nothing for my knuckles. They were fire red and burned like a son of a bitch. All that abuse I did to my body had no effect on my anger.

  After taking the coldest shower, I could stand, I was finally able to see clearly. Even though I put my body through hell, I knew that I needed to find out what was going on with Brie. I cared for her too much to just let this go. The only problem was that I had no way of getting in touch with her, and heading back to her place wasn’t the best option at this point. I knew if I did go to her, she would just push me away. It was then that I decided to give it a rest until tomorrow. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I headed to the kitchen for a much-needed beer. There was one thing good about living out in the country with the nearest neighbor over a mile away: I could run around bare-ass naked if I wanted to.

  Grabbing a cold one from the fridge, I opened the sliding glass door leading out to the deck and took a seat on the lounger. Looking across the lake, watching the stars bounce off the small ripples, I thought about how much fun I used to have on that lake fishing and swimming. God, how I missed my dad. I didn’t have too many memories of my mom, except the ones my dad told me about and the ones I use to dream about. Even those were slowly fading. My dad had been the only person in my life for so long that I couldn’t even remember the day my mom died or what she looked like. Since everything was lost in the fire, there were no pictures to keep her memory alive.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Sabrina

  What was the matter with me? Why did I keep doing this? I thought I was done with these stupid panic attacks. Now, after all this time, they decided to come back. It's been ten years since my last attack. I never had this bad of an attack with Sean. Of course, we never got past second base. Our relationship ended the day he showed his true colors and whaled on me the day he saw me talking to some guy at the community college where we met. He didn’t even let me explain that I was just giving the guy directions to the admissions office before he laid into me at his apartment. He kept telling me he didn’t mean to hurt me, but that was only after I wouldn’t drop the charges against him. Even after what he had done, he still managed to get off easy by enlisting in the military. The judge thought it would be a good way for him to learn some anger management skills. In the mean time, I was healing from two broken ribs, a shattered wrist, and numerous cuts and bruises.

  After using the breathing exercise from my old psychologist that the state had assigned me, I pushed myself from the floor and tried to pull myself together. Unlocking the door, I slowly pulled it open. I hoped that Cop listened to me and left. The last thing I wanted to do was to explain to him what was going on with me. It would only mean that I would have to go into the whole sordid deal of my life, which meant my past, and I wasn’t ready to go there.

  I wasn’t sure what time it was, but I knew that it was late. As I stepped out of my room and into the kitchen, I could see that the time on the microwave read 1:05. Thankful that it was Sunday, tomorrow, I got a quick drink of water and headed back to my room. I was still pretty much naked except for the robe I grabbed from behind the bathroom door and the lacy panties I still had on. Pulling open the drawer of my nightstand, I pulled out the shirt and shorts that I had placed inside. Feeling emotionally drained, I climbed under my covers and pulled them over me. Trying to find a comfortable spot was nearly impossible since the minute I closed my eyes, all I could see was the look on Cop’s face when I told him to leave.

  Knowing there was no way I was going to be able to sleep. I pulled my book from the same drawer and flipped through the pages to where I had left off. Staring at the black and white page, reading the same line over and over, I knew it was time to give up on the book idea as well. Nothing had ever made me feel this way. I could always shake what was bothering me off and at least get some sleep. Desperate times require desperate measures. Sliding out of bed, I went to the bathroom to get the only thing I knew would help me sleep. It had been a while since I had taken a Xanax. I didn’t like taking them, but when I couldn’t sleep, it was the only thing that helped.

  ~****~

  Waking up, I remembered why I stopped taking that little blue pill. My head felt foggy and I still felt like I n
eeded more sleep even though it was already eleven o’clock in the morning. “Shit,” I said as I jumped from the bed. I had about fifteen minutes to get dressed and out the door in order to meet with Tyler, my self-defense instructor. I wished I hadn’t agreed to meet with him today. He had a change in his schedule and it was the only day he could manage without missing a session. Grabbing my phone and my small gym bag, I locked my door and headed down the street to the subway station.

  When I finally got to the gym, Tyler was already there talking to some bimbo in tight yoga pants and a sports bra that barely covered her large fake breasts. Walking up to him, I gently tapped in on the shoulder. Once I got his attention away from the fake tan Barbie, I asked, “Ready to show me some moves?”

  The expression on Barbie’s face was priceless. If she only knew that Tyler was only my self-defense instructor. Turning my body and putting a little swing to my hips, I followed Tyler to the private instruction area of the gym. As I began to stretch, Tyler began preparing for our lesson. I wasn’t sure what the purpose of a ball cap, a pen, and a small flashlight were with regards to our class, but I left it to him. After all, I was pretty sure he knew what he was doing.