The Officer

by Kelli Callahan

  “I hope you’re ready for this,” he says. “I think we’ll both be a little sore by the time it’s over.”

  Pulling out as far as he can without fully leaving my body, the air fills with the sound of smacking skin against skin as I cry out in pleasure. My body presses into the desk with each violent thrust as I come for him again.

  “Lucy,” he growls, as he thrusts one last time, pressing me harder into the desk. Breathing hard, he leans forward and rests on my back, his cock still inside mine.

  We breathe in the silence for a moment before he moves my hair from my face and kisses my cheek gently.

  “I always mean to be more careful with you,” he smiles, pulling himself from my body. “But I can never seem to fully restrain myself.”

  I lie there a little longer, folded over the desk; breathless. My mind is in such a fog of pleasure as I absorb what remains of my orgasm.

  I feel his hands come around my waist and pull me straight up to stand against him. My head relaxes against his chest, my eyes closing at his touch.

  “You’re so goddamn pretty,” he says as he kneels and slides my panties over my shaking legs and my thighs. I like the way he cares for me and the way he dresses me like a doll after fucking my brains out.

  Those hands that I am coming to love slide up my dress and unties the fabric around my mouth.

  “I’m glad you’re not gentle with me,” I say while turning to enjoy the way his hair is a little rustled and his shirt still open to me. I laugh, batting long lashes at him.

  He only stares at me as his hands slide up my arms and cup under my neck, squeezing gently as he pulls me closer. His lips are softer now more gentle than they were before. It’s a new sensation, one that leaves me feeling weak all over again. His mouth moves softly against mine and his tongue teases mine in a way that leaves me moaning and suddenly aching for him again.

  “I will be gentle with you in the future,” he promises as he cups my face. “I want you in every way I can have you,” he continues. “I have a lot of ideas.”

  “Do you?” I giggle while reaching my hands up and wrapping them around his neck.

  “I do and thank you. We have all the time in the world.” Looking down at himself, he slides off the condom and turns away to dispose of it. He looks away to fix his jeans and shirt.

  “Aww,” I say with a little pout. “You should be naked all the time,” I gush and then pause. “You know Kenton, I don’t know if I have ever seen you fully naked.”

  “Really?” He laughs before walking to the mirror and fixing his hair.

  “Nope,” I chirp. Walking over behind him and sliding my arms around his lean waist, I say, “I think that’s something we will have to fix. So, my place or yours?” I ask cheerfully.

  “Neither,” he frowns, looking back at me. “I’m sorry, but I have some work to do right now. We can always get together later this evening, though.

  “I suppose that’s true,” I sigh.

  “Do you need me to give you a ride home?” Kenton offers, leaning down and kissing me on the cheek.

  “No, that’s okay,” I respond. I turn on my heel and saunter toward the door, turning the lock with a click. “I can find my way. See you tonight,” I smirk back.

  Chapter Eight

  KENTON

  The clock strikes four, and I find myself on my way out the door once again to begin my afternoon patrol. I need to start doing this more often, ever since word got out that the main drug lord was in the process of being rehabilitated, the streets became flooded with new kids trying to be the next big name. The worst of it was that they were young kids. I’m talking kids who are still in high school, kids who have their entire life ahead of them, and are throwing it away on pipe dreams of “grandeur”. Driving along the road, the image of Lucy pops back into my mind. She truly is breathtaking. She has this way of getting to me, getting under my skin, and driving me mad with all kinds of dirty thoughts. I don’t know how she does it. I have been with other women, many of them, but I don’t think anyone has ever gotten to me the way that she has in such a short amount of time.

  When we are together, it’s like everything stops. I don’t think about the job, I don’t think about the hours I’ve spent in parallel situations surrounded by criminals, or the exposure to heinous crimes. When I am with her, all I can see is her, all I can feel is her. Is this what love is? I wonder.

  What is more interesting is the realization that she chose me. Young, stunning Lucy could have anyone she wants, but she chose me from the moment she got home yesterday and came to the lake. From the moment she saw me there, she knew that I was the one she wanted to be with. Isn’t that something? She actively put thought into how she would approach me. What she would wear, what she would say. It isn’t what I expected from someone so young. In fact, this isn’t something I expected from anyone. I have been with others, but I have mainly been the one pursuing. Not because they don’t want me, but because I see what I want to go after and go after it. Plain and simple. In fact, if I had to choose a word to describe me it would be a go-getter.

  There I go again with thoughts of her pounding into my head. It’s not enough that I see her at work now, but now I see her as I’m driving down the road.

  Wait is that actually her? I wonder pulling the car to the side of the road.

  Sure enough there she goes all legs and attitude and her bright blue sundress. How many of those does she have, I wonder?

  I frown as I hear the catcalls coming from the men on the corner. As if any of them could have a chance with her. As if she would give him the time of day. I sit and watch for a moment, enjoying the way the dress flips up around her and the way her long ponytail swishes around her shoulders.

  They better not try anything.

  Lucy continues walking past them not bothering to give them another glance. Smart girl. For all anyone knows, she’s walking alone with no one to protect her. However, I decide now I will protect her. I will make sure that she stays safe, and I will keep close tabs on her. It’s my duty as an officer of the law, after all. As well as her boyfriend.

  Watching as she finally turns as the young men are back to their original business, I consider driving away. However, something else causes me to stay put. There’s something about the way they are huddled together now. Great, I have probably just stumbled onto another drug deal between the stupid teenagers.

  The real question now is what do I do? I can wait and hope to see something or I can walk over and be casual and try to catch them in the act. But that may not work just because everyone knows who I am now. I don’t think they have seen my car yet.

  Well it’s worth a try.

  Sliding out of my cruiser and taking off my badge, I pull a long sleeve flannel shirt from the backseat. Thankfully, I’m wearing civilian clothes today. There is a chance that I can get by without being suspected. Hopefully.

  Walking across the street, dodging cars along the way, I lower my hat trying to look as unassuming as possible. “Hey there!” I call. The boys look at me and whisper to one another casting sideways glances as if deciding to trust me or not.

  “What do you want old man?” Calls a young man in a ball cap and a monster energy drink T-shirt.

  “Oh I am looking for what everyone else is looking for,” I say with a casual look.

  “Oh?” the boy asks acting innocent.

  “Yes, do you think you can help me out?”

  “How much do you got on you?” asks a short redhead with freckles.

  “I have enough,” I tell him, pulling out my wallet and letting the cash show. Really it’s only fifty bucks, but all the fives make it seem like more.

  The boys pause and look side to side once more.

  “Well, we can probably help you,” another kid says glancing nervously back to his friend. “But not here. We don’t do this kind of thing on the street.”

  “Is that so?” I ask a little surprised.

  “Yeah, we have to be careful becau
se the big man is back.”

  “The big man?” I ask. “What big man?”

  “Sir, if you don’t know who the big man is maybe you are after the wrong thing with us.”

  “No, no,” I say quickly. “I know what I am after. I just thought the big man was gone,” I say thinking of Lucy’s dad. If it is him, this will be a huge mess and she will never forgive me for busting her father.

  “Well we can’t say,” another boy interrupts giving a warning glance to his friend.

  “You ask a lot of questions buddy,” the same boy points at me. “Either buy or get out of here.”

  While I could let it go and ruminate on the knowledge, I can’t put it off. The cop in me tells me that I should try to see this through further. I can’t turn a blind eye because of Lucy

  “Sorry, I just have a question in mind I suppose. It always gets me in trouble at home with the Mrs. Where are you? You been out with Kyle again? You get the idea,” I say with a shrug.

  “No man,” says the boy with the baseball hat. “It’s always a Kyle,” he says tapping the shoulder of the redhead. “But just last week I was talking to Jeanie and she and―”

  He gets cut off by who I believe to be the kid who was the brains of the operation. “Ricky, no one cares about you Jeanie’s problems. Now you, man? I don’t like you. I don’t trust you, so why don’t you get out of here.”

  Shit. I’m about to lose my lead. I’m just waiting for him to start signaling his friends to turn away and get back to their original conversation.

  “I’m legit man. I’m hurtin and I need this,” I say doing my best just seem desperate.

  “Do I look like I care what you need?” the boy snaps.

  Well I am certainly not going to come back from this I think with a sigh. I do have a valid reason to believe he is peddling drugs especially with the talk of Lucy’s father or I assume her father. It’s always possible that the kids assigned someone else to be the new “big guy”. I swear they grovel for anyone who acts like he has authority. Do you know what this all comes down to? Shitty fathers.

  “Buddy,” I say, “I just want a hit? It’s a favor to everyone. Everyone’s happy,” I grin holding up the fifty in cash. The boys look at each other and at the ringleader who watches me for a moment before slowly nodding.

  “Okay,” he says. “But not out here. Let’s go to the warehouse.”

  “The warehouse?” the one named Ricky asks, his voice cracking in shock.

  “Yeah, that’s what he wants. We will get him hooked up with a gram,” he tells them suddenly friendly. “You coming boys?” he asks not bothering to look back at me or his friends as he struts down the block.

  Ricky and the redhead look at each other in question before silently agreeing to follow his command. I walk with Ricky and his team on either side of me. Like my bodyguards or prison guards? I wonder as we approach a series of warehouses. To my knowledge, these are abandoned. We never could find all of Knight’s drugs. Is this where he hid the rest? I always assumed that there were more, but I can’t get it out of him or his guys whenever I try to find out.

  Crossing my fingers and hoping for the best, I follow the kids into the warehouse. The whole thing feels weird, but I suppose drug deals don’t feel right. It’s supposed to feel choppy and uncomfortable. After all, we are breaking a law. It will be fine though. I suppose I still have my sidearm on my hip.

  “Why is Chip taking him to the warehouse,” Ricky mutters to the redhead.

  “Fuck if I know,” whispers the one I’ll now call Red.

  “So, what do you think?” Chip asks, gesturing around to the empty warehouse.

  “Well, I don’t quite understand,” I say, looking around the blank space and gesturing around the room. “I’m looking to buy, and I don’t see anything worth buying.”

  “Jokes up, old man,” Chip snaps, pulling out a small handgun. “I know you ain’t looking for drugs. You’re a cop, right?” he asks, his face flushing with color, his hand trembling a little on the weapon.

  “Well,” I say slowly, raising my hands. “If I were a cop, wouldn’t it be dumb to point a gun at me?” I ask, holding my hands high.

  “Only one dumb here is you for thinking you could fool me,” he calls back. “You two, grab his hands and tie him up,” he says, gesturing toward his friends.

  The boys stand still for a moment, glancing at each other, unsure of how to proceed. Obviously, this is their first time abducting someone.

  “What are we going to do with him after?” Red asks, biting his lip as he watches me.

  “Whatever I say! Now move!” he barks, his face growing red.

  “I don’t know, man, I didn’t sign on for kidnapping or shooting people,” Red says, stepping back. “I don’t want no trouble. Ma will kill me.”

  “Oh for chrissake!” Chip huffs and steps forward, making a grab for my arm.

  In one quick move, I grab his hand, spin him around, and pull him to me. I pin his arm painfully against his back.

  “Ow, damn it, what are you playing at?” Chip demands, his eyes wild. He yells to his friends who stand and stare. “What are you waiting for?”

  “You have until the count of three to turn around and run,” I say, nodding to the two boys in front of me. “One…two…”

  The boys dash from the warehouse, not bothering to look back at Chip, who is still scrambling in my arms.

  “Your friends sure do run fast,” I observe, a grin spreading across my face. “So, what can you tell me about the ‘Big’ man being back in town?” I ask.

  “I can’t tell you anything, buddy,” he croaks.

  “How old are you, kid?” I ask, hoping that he is at least eighteen.

  “Old enough,” he replies with a growl.

  “All right. All right. Here’s the thing. I have to take you in because lured me here and then pointed a gun at an officer, and you would have done God knows what, given the opportunity. We might be able to make some kind of arrangement or negotiation as far as future sentencing goes. You’ll need to share information though.”

  “I want a lawyer,” the young man snarls.

  “Well, that will definitely be arranged. If you can’t afford one, we’ll appoint one to you,” I say, rattling off the remainder of the miranda rights that I’ve had memorized for twenty years. While this isn’t an ideal way for things to go down, hopefully, I can still gather some information while keeping it rather discreet. Things are new with Lucy and I and nothing will end this before it starts. I wouldn’t want it to be discovered that I am investigating her father.

  Pulling into the police station, I look around and make sure that Lucy isn’t around. Her surprise visit earlier was sweet, if not ill-advised. While I would like to see her again, I don’t want to risk her witnessing me pulling up with another drug peddler.

  “All right, kid,” I say, looking into the rearview mirror at the solemn-faced kid. “We are here. Want to tell me your real name, Chip?”

  “Charles Crew,” he mutters, not making eye contact with me.

  “Charles Crew, thank you for your cooperation. It is already appreciated.” I’m feeling pretty smug.

  Grabbing my keys, I open my door and walk around the hood of the car to open the back door closest to Charles. I grab him by the arm to help him up and escort him into the building.

  “Hey there,” I say to the woman behind the desk. “Is that lawyer I requested here yet?” I motion to the kid. “I want to get as much information as I can out of him, as soon as I can, and I want to keep this discreet.”

  I gesture for Charles to sit.

  “Of course,” she says smiling. “And, yes, the lawyer will be here any minute.”

  “Terrific!” I say smiling brilliantly at her. “I am going to take him to the interrogation room and then I will head back there once the lawyer has arrived. I don’t want to get in trouble for talking to someone without their lawyer present, especially if Charles Crew ends up being a minor.”

  Th
e idea and potential stress of it all have me shaking my head. While I like the idea of human rights, the red tape makes my job harder. Walking back to my office, I begin digging through the files until I pull out the one I am looking for: Knight, Noah.

  The file is large and heavy. No one knows the Knight drug lord case as I do. I think my heart is a little heavy. The former mayor pulled a few strings and got this man off the hook, but I know he is guilty as sin. I only wish he wasn’t the father of my girlfriend.

  I hope I am wrong about this, but I am rarely wrong when it comes to police work. It’s a gut feeling that is hard to describe. I won’t go as far as to say it is supernatural, however, I can admit that the accuracy can be off-putting for the people around me. There is a reason I am the chief of police. Sliding the folder under my arm, I take the short walk to the interrogation room.

  For someone who likes to talk, Charles ‘Chip’ Crew sure is sitting quietly. I hope he is taking this as seriously as it really is. While, normally, I don’t like to be a bad guy, it is best for the suspects to have a healthy fear and respect for the badge.

  The county lawyer sits before me, whispering in his client’s ear. The cheap ill-fitted suit is a dead giveaway. Unfortunately, this is the way it is for guys like Chip. They don’t have real connections. They are bottom feeders. These bottom feeders are the ones that are left out to dry. They have dreams of grandeur, wealth, and respect. However, these are things they won’t find because when push comes to shove, these kids are the ones who are getting prison sentences. These low-life criminals are not the real brains behind any operation. It is as frustrating for me as it is sad. I don’t like the idea of wasted potential.

  “Good afternoon, Mr. Walker,” I say, reaching over the table to shake the hand of the lawyer I see too often.

  “Good evening, chief,” he says with a weak handshake that tells me all I need to know about the man.

  “Mr. Walker. Mr. Crew,” I say pulling out a file. “I have a list of charges here against your client, but I am willing to drop some of them in exchange for information.