by Dawn Martens
She’s fucking faking, holy shit. I let out a chuckle and go closer to the wall. Yeah, no, those aren’t the sounds she makes when she’s enjoying it, those aren’t the moans of ecstasy. “I’m coming, Keller.” I hear and seconds later he lets out a grunt. Yeah, totally fucking faking. At least I know I’m better in bed than him.
I smirk and walk out of my bedroom, heading to the kitchen for a bottle of water. As I twist off the cap Keller comes sauntering in with a smirk on his face. “Sorry about the noise,” he gloats. Little does the moron know that Tara wasn’t even into it.
“Just got home, so I must have missed the show,” I lie.
He moves around me grabbing his own bottle and says goodnight, going in the opposite direction of Tara’s room. Well ain’t that just interesting, they have sex, but she never lets him sleep in her bed. Huh.
I go back to my room but freeze in my tracks when I get to Tara’s door. A door I might add that isn’t fully closed, so I can see everything that’s going on. It wasn’t the open door that stopped me though, nope, it was the sound of a vibrator and a small moan. Fuck me.
I should walk away, go to my room and shut the door, but that’s not what I do. I’m rooted to the fucking floor as I watch Tara slip the purple vibrator inside her cunt, while one hand plays with her clit. Her beautiful fucking pussy. Trimmed up neat with just a small patch of dark brown hair. God damn it, I remember it being pretty fucking amazing, but seeing her like this, it’s even better than I remember. Every time she shoves it inside her harder, her hips buck off the bed, and her breath hitches. She’s close, I remember that sound. I check down the hall to make sure Keller isn’t coming back, before I do an even more dumb ass thing.
Whipping my cock out of my pants, I give myself a squeeze, pre-cum already forming at the tip. Slowly jacking myself as I watch Tara’s pussy splayed wide open as she shoves the vibrator inside herself. It doesn’t take either one of us long, we seem to come in sync with each other. And fuck me, “Oh god, yes, Drew, yes,” she moans out as she finishes.
If that didn’t make me come even harder, I’d have been caught. She lays on the bed for a few moments, an arm over her face. I move quickly, my hand still on my dick, full of cum, as I rush into my room and shut the door.
Cleaning myself up, I clench my fists tight. Keller not only doesn’t do it for her, she has to kick him out when he’s done so she can finish herself off. And fuck me she moaned out my name when she finally came. And like the sick fuck I am, I got off on it. This shit is about to get messy; I can see it now. Keller is gonna fuck up their relationship all on his own, and I’ll wait for that, because there is no way in hell I ain’t moving in on Tara the second they are done.
I was an idiot before, not claiming her the second she walked into my precinct, spouting out bullshit of not shitting when I live. Only reason I acted like that was because I was pissed off when I woke up and she was gone. Something about her since the second I met her changed me, and I knew she was mine. Especially when I rolled over in bed and saw blood on the sheets. It solidified it even more. Then of course, my anger got the best of me, and I opened my mouth and couldn’t keep it shut whenever I saw her at work. Then to piss me off even more she started dating Keller.
Maybe I won’t even wait. She moaned my name after all, just ten minutes ago. And Keller is off fucking someone else constantly, so I won’t even feel bad for making my play while they are still together. Hell, pretty sure LF will be happy too, since that damn cat hates Keller, and it pisses Keller right off when LF climbs into my lap and starts purring.
Everything is so messed up. What the hell am I thinking? Just because Keller is a douchebag, doesn’t mean I need to sink to his level. I just gotta wait it out and hope for the best.
I lay on my bed, pulling the sheet up. I hear a purr and look over to see LF sleeping next to me. I smirk, grabbing my phone and snap a picture of us together, and send it off to Keller.
Fuck you he replies back within seconds. Idiot is probably awake and sexting one of his side pieces. Putting the phone down on my nightstand, I fall asleep, thinking about Tara, and all the ways I’m fucked up.
Chapter 9
Tara
Living with Drew week two
Well, living with Drew isn’t as awkward as I thought it would be. But it’s only been a few weeks, so that could change. Especially with Keller getting ready to head out for the next month on the road with his team. I honestly haven’t had Keller around so damn much before. It’s nice, I suppose, but I never noticed how friggin’ annoying he can be. I’m actually looking forward to him going on the road for a while. And honestly, I’m seriously considering ending it with him sooner. The dumbest things trigger me lately when it comes to him. It’s not helping the situation any when Drew starts getting involved and sides with me. Which has Keller leaving the house pissed off, then he doesn’t come home until late, or more like early morning.
Keller is currently out doing some team thing today, while Drew is down in his basement working out. Having an at home gym has its perks, one of those perks is when I decide to want to have a workout and notice Drew already down there, working up a sweat with no shirt on. And it’s almost as if he knows what I’m thinking because he always turns around and smirks at me.
I often can’t help staring at him, remembering the way his brown eyes looked like honey when he took me for the first time, his hair, almost as black as mine, cut short but still long enough for my fingers to pull. Something I found he enjoyed tremendously when we had our night together. Shit, I need to stop thinking about him before I do something stupid.
Laying on the couch, cuddled up to LF while I flip through the TV channels, my phone rings. Something it really hasn’t done much of since my move. I smile when I see that it’s Tina.
“Hey Tina,” I say as I put the phone to my ear and lay back on the couch.
“Girl, what is up with you? I haven’t heard from you in almost three weeks.” More like two weeks, since I called and asked her if she could help me pack up and move. She was all sorts of weird, sounding both upset, angry, and even distracted. She was not a fan of me moving in with Keller, even if it was currently saving me a shit load of money.
“I know, I’m sorry, between the move, work, and trying not to kill Keller every time he eats, I’ve just been busy.” Shit, even that sounds like a horrible excuse to me, like right now, I’m not busy, just being lazy.
I can almost feel Tina rolling her eyes on the line. “Girl, I know that, I’ve been busy, too; hence, why I haven’t called before now, but a random text once in a while wouldn’t have hurt. Enough about that, tell me what’s been going on? How’s it living with Hot Cop and Hockey Slut?” Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes.
“It’s not been too bad actually. I’m shocked as hell at how well living with Drew is. I thought we’d be fighting constantly or something, but it’s been peaceful between us. It’s Keller I have issues with. I swear he’s like, ugh.” I sigh. “He’s a damn child. Seriously. The way he eats, the way he breathes, how he drinks his water.”
She lets out a surprised laugh. “I bet, this is the time all his stupid shit will come out and start bugging you. But you’re the one that made the decision to move in with him.”
“Yeah, for cheap rent. Seriously Tina, what goes out of my pocket right now for my car insurance, gas, and rent, I only pay five hundred a month. Which leaves me with thirty-five hundred dollars. Think of the savings. I never wanted to move in with Keller, which by the way, I technically didn’t. I have my own room, as does he. But while I’m living here, I can save so much faster, and be able to finally buy a house.” My plan since starting my career has been to get a home of my own. Reaper and Angel wanted to buy me a house when I moved here, but this is something I need to do on my own. They helped me enough. More than enough.
“I get that girl, but what about Keller. You’ve said before you were thinking of dumping him. You still going to do that? Kinda hard now with y’all livin
g together.” She just had to bring that up.
Groaning, I stretch out, causing LF to fall off the couch and hiss at me. Giving my cat the middle finger, I reply, “I still plan on breaking up with Keller. That plan has never changed, just when it’s going to happen, has. We’re living in the same house now, so obviously the timeline had to shift. I just don’t want to hurt him; he’s been good to me. Not his fault I’m not in love with him and think of his best friend when I get myself off.” I mumble out that last bit, but Tina heard me.
A throat clears behind me and I freeze. Looking over the back of the couch, Drew is standing there, leaning against the wall with a huge as shit grin on his face.
“Fuck, uh I’ll call you back later, gotta go. Love you, babe.” I move to get off of the couch, as Drew comes close.
I have a feeling I might be in trouble.
Chapter 10
Drew
Living with Drew week three
Hearing those words come out of Tara’s mouth has me knowing I’m about to do something stupid.
“Uh, can I help you with something?” she asks hesitantly as I round the couch before she gets the chance to escape.
“You plan on breaking up with Keller, huh?” I heard every word she said on that phone call, but I want it said to my face, too.
She looks ashamed as she puts her head down. “That was the plan until this happened,” she replies quietly, sounding close to tears. “I like him, I do, please don’t think I’m using your friend because I’m not. I just don’t feel about him the way he does me.”
“Tara,” I murmur getting close.
She grabs my hands and pulls me down so I’m on my knees in front of her. Damn she has a strong grip. “Please, Drew, don’t tell him. I don’t want to ruin what the three of us have right now. He’s a good guy, and I really don’t want to hurt him.” She pleads with me, and fuck me, I want to just wrap her up in my arms and barricade her in my room, away from Keller.
I give her hands a slight squeeze. “Just because you break up with him doesn’t mean you need to leave. If you want out, get out. I won’t think badly of you for doing what is best for yourself.” Especially considering that Keller is a piece of shit and she doesn’t even know it.
She shakes her head. “It’s not the time, I don’t want to ruin his pre-season, or his time when he’s on the road.” Little does she know what he actually does when he’s on the road. “I’ll wait until hockey season is over, and we’ll sit down and talk about everything.”
My head snaps back as I shoot her a glare and stand up. “So, what? In the meantime, just keep having shitty sex with a guy you barely like?”
Her eyes widen. “Like you would know. Keller is great in bed,” she snaps at me, anger rising up in her eyes.
“Next time you’re going to fake it, maybe you shouldn’t scream so loud. Oh, Keller. Oh, Keller. We both know if he was doing it right you wouldn’t be able to form a coherent thought, much less a sentence.” I smirk and Tara continues to glare at me.
“What would you know about it?” she sasses.
“Sweetheart…” I lean in close to her. My lips brush along the shell of her ear as I whisper, “We both know the sweet sounds you made when I was filling you up didn’t sound anything like that.”
Her body locks up tight.
“And you wouldn’t have to get yourself off with that purple vibrator afterwards, moaning out my name as you come.” She staggers slightly and falls to the couch, her breath stilted.
“You saw me? How?”
“Make sure your door is closed all the way next time. By the way, that was hot as fuck. I’ve made myself come every night since.” With that, I leave the room, letting her stew over it.
What I really wanted to do was pull her in for a kiss and make her moan my name while I was inside her. But for now, that will have to wait.
Chapter 11
Tara
Living with Drew week four
Sitting at my desk going over paperwork from an arrest made last night, I spot Drew in the corner of my eyes heading my way. Shit, I wonder what he has to bitch at me for now. “Tara,” he barks.
Tossing the file on desk, I lean back in my chair and look at him. “You barked?” I sass him.
His eyes narrow at me. “Meeting room, got some people coming in for a chat, need our assistance with something they’re working on.” He stomps away without waiting for me to follow. The last week has been awkward as hell, ever since Drew revealed he heard me faking with Keller and saw me getting myself off, I’ve gone out of my way to avoid him. At first, he looked like it amused him, now he just looks pissed off. And when he sees me with Keller his pissed-off look turns to rage.
I catch up with him down the hall and he opens the door, letting me go in front of him. Well that’s a first, half the time I’m catching the door behind him.
Stepping into the room conference is when I see him , a member of my 'family'. “Reaper!” I shout and run around the desk to him.
“Baby girl, it’s been too long, you were supposed to check in a few months back.” His gruff voice scolds me. Everyone is terrified of Reaper, but I never saw it. He’s always been my teddy bear.
“Sorry,” I say, pouting. “How’s Moira? The kids?”
Before he can answer, Drew cuts us off. “I take it you know each other?”
“Uh duh, he’s family. Reaper and Angel saved me when I was a kid. Raised me, helped me through school, and got me this job,” I state proudly. Reaper puts his arm over my shoulder and tugs me to his side.
Drew gives me a look I’ve never seen before, and I can’t quite figure out what it is.
“Speaking of Angel, is he here too?”
Reaper scratches his chin and his lips twitch in amusement. “No. he was supposed to, but Eden is sick, so he’s gotta take care of the kids.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Why do you find that amusing?”
He loses the lip twitch and bursts out laughing. “He knocked Eden up again.”
My eyes widen, how the hell. “She got fixed after the last kid though, how’d that happen?”
“Super sperm? Fuck, I don’t know. She’s pissed.” I bet she is.
“What’s he trying to do? Build his own baseball team or something?”
“As amusing as this all this, I thought this meeting was for work, not a family reunion,” Drew announces to the room, sounding annoyed, as he sits at the table.
Reaper gives me a small squeeze and moves me next to Drew, pulling my chair out. “So, what’s this about?” I ask as Reaper sits across from us pulling out a file and sliding it our way.
“Simple case of getting out a mother and her children. The husband is a bastard, abusive. Physically towards his sons, sexually and verbally to his wife and daughter.” My heart clenches in my chest, I hate sick people like this. “We can’t use Preston, like we normally do, he’s on his honeymoon, so we came to you. You’ll be able to make sure I don’t accidentally on purpose murder the sick fuck, and you get to arrest him all in one go.”
He leans back in his chair as Drew and I huddle together, looking at everything in the file. Oh god there are even pictures of those children, they are so young. I look up sharply. “This little girl is only three years old.” Tears threaten to fall, my voice cracking. Something changes in Drew and he grabs my hand, giving me a squeeze and doesn’t let go.
Reaper’s face turns to stone. “Yeah, as I said, sick fuck, we’re legit now, everyone knows it, but this fucker… I would gladly spend life in jail to end him. But then Moira would probably murder me herself.” I giggle slightly at that but turn serious again.
“We’ll help,” I state.
Drew gives my hand another squeeze and lets it go, and I feel sad his hand is gone. What the hell is wrong with me that I would even think that? “We’ll help, as Tara stated, when do you need us?”
“We have to plan stuff, move things around, and a few of us have to speak at court about a few of our cases, so we
’re thinking two weeks from now. We’d like to do it sooner, but with a guy like that, we need to have as many of us as we can, fuck knows what he’s capable of.”
Drew closes the file and sends it back towards Reaper and nods. “Good, the more information we all know the better. I know you guys have better connections, connections I probably shouldn’t know about, so don’t tell me, but if you find out more, call me, or Tara, and we’ll be there.”
Reaper stands up, snatching the file from the table, folds it and sticks it in his back pocket. “Just like old times, eh Tara.” He gives me a grin and looks to Drew, who looks confused. “She used to come with us all the time, to help mostly with the kids. We tried to convince her to become a social worker, or hell even learn to ride a bike and become a member, but she was bound and determined to be a cop. “
Another look I can’t describe crosses over Drew’s features, and he shakes Reaper’s hand and leaves.
“What’s with you and him, you dating? Do I need to beat the shit out of him?” A laugh bubbles up and I shake my head.
“I’m sorry I’ve been sucking with calling to keep in touch and update everyone. But no, we’re not dating, he’s just my boss and now roommate. Oh, and my boyfriend’s best friend. He also hates me.”
Narrowing his eyes at me he shakes his head. “Do we need to have another talk about you lying?” He can always see right through me, and I hate it.
“It’s not totally a lie, Reaper, and I really don’t want to get into it right now. I love you, but I’m tired, and after looking at that file I need to go home, get drunk, and pass out.”
He grabs me, pulling me in for a tight hug. “Then I’ll let you get on with that, and we’ll talk more later. Love you, kid.”
