by Brandy Ayers
“Shhh, it’s over. We’re both alive. You got him. It’s over.” Justice pulled back, needing to see her face. Even with tears tracking down her face, her hair falling from the carefully styled bun, she was the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever seen. “I’m so proud of you.”
A half sob, half laugh burst from her lips. “Thank you. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine. Got knocked on the head, cut up a little. But fine. Two agents got the brunt of it. Not sure how they’re going to make out.”
Ana pressed her lips together, nodding her head. “I feel horrible for being happy that it was them and not you. But I am.”
“I know. I’m happy it was our building and not yours.” Justice gripped both sides of her face, pulling her into a deep kiss that drowned out everything around them.
“Hey, Romeo and Juliet, how about you join us down here for debriefing? Or you could keep making out, and we’ll finish the actual police work.”
“Fuck you, Wright,” they called in unison, barely separating their lips.
***
The whole of the police department gathered in the briefing room, ready to hear the details of what had happened that day. Ana and Justice sat at the back of the room, their hands clutched together, neither caring that their show of affection could be seen as inappropriate.
After their reunion on the fire escape, Ana had convinced Justice to go to the hospital to get his head checked out, despite his protests that he was fine. He had a slight concussion and would need to be woken up every two hours for the next twenty-four hours but was otherwise fine. Justice had some ideas about how they could spend all those sleepless hours that night.
Ana had needed only eight stitches in her hand where the nail punctured her palm.
The chatter in the room died away as Chief Gallo and Sergeant McCracken entered the room. The Chief took his place behind the podium, looking out over the audience for a moment. “I am proud to walk through the doors of this building every single day. Proud of the men and women I work with and the good that they do. But I have never been more proud than today. Thanks to the work of all of you, Middleburg is now a safer place. The effects of Richard Artiga and his drug operation will not disappear overnight. By no means is our job done. But this was a big win for all of us.” Bracing both hands on the sides of the podium, the Chief glanced down at his fiancé before continuing. “Artiga was a smart, organized criminal. And lucky for us, he kept meticulous records. Those records will not only help us put him away for a very long time, but also some of the men on his payroll. His books are still being processed, but already, warrants for the arrest of three borough council members and the mayor have been issued. All of whom received payouts from Artiga to hinder our efforts at finding him.”
Justice and Ana shared a shocked glance, as did most everyone in the room.
“I am disgusted to learn that our public officials were a part of an organization that was systematically ripping our community apart. However, never once was Artiga able to find a weakness in our ranks.” The Chief looked around the room, making sure to make eye contact with everyone under his command. “He wrote often in his records of wanting to find a mole in the police department but being unable to find someone with a weakness he could confidently exploit. To show my gratitude to each and every one of you, I invite you to the Blue Line this evening, where all your drinks will be on me.”
A roar of applause ripped through the room, Chief Gallo laughing at the exuberance of his officers. “You are dismissed.”
Justice pulled Ana’s hand up to his mouth, giving it a chaste kiss. “What do you say? Wanna go order the most expensive whiskey at the Blue Line on the Chief’s tab?”
“No. I want you to take me home and make love to me like we both narrowly escaped dying today.” Several people around them turned with raised eyebrows at Ana’s bold statement, which only made her smile wider.
“Hell, never going to turn that down.”
The first to leave the room, Justice and Ana laughed as their coworkers applauded their obvious exit.
Epilogue
One Year Later
Ana
The buttons of Ana’s blouse bounced off the floor as Justice ripped it roughly from her chest. “God, I missed these tits. You need to stop buying button-up shirts. I just ruin them every time I see you.”
“But I love how you ruin them. It’s worth the expense to replace them.” Ana moaned as his warm mouth enveloped her nipple through the lace of her bra. “Justice. Three weeks is too long.”
“I know, baby. I’m sorry.” His words were muffled since he categorically refused to take his mouth off her body long enough to get them out. “But soon we’ll be together every night.”
Ana froze, her hands halfway up his tight T-shirt. “You got the results?”
“I did. Beat your score by three points.” Justice’s mouth curved into a grin against Ana’s overheated skin.
“Holy shit. You passed. Holy shit.” Pure joy raced through Ana’s body at the news. They’d been prepping him for the entrance exam to join the Pittsburgh Police Department for weeks. He’d have to complete the seven-week training course required of even veteran police officers transferring from other departments, but it was better than nothing. “I can’t believe it. Are you sure you’re okay with this? You are going to lose every bit of seniority you’ve gained at the MPD. You’ll be knocked back down to a rookie. This isn’t the plan you originally had.”
“Who gives a fuck? I’ve got the hottest detective on the force wearing my ring and in my bed every night. I’ll work my way back up.” Justice sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth in the way he knew drove her crazy. “No more talking. I haven’t been inside your body for three weeks. The phone sex is amazing, but I need the real thing.”
“Yes, please, yes.” In record time, they both stripped away their clothes, tossing them on the floor as they stumbled back to the bedroom in Ana’s townhouse. Soon to be their townhouse.
It had been a hard year since taking down Artiga. They both hated living apart but dealt with it as best they could while Justice sold his house, applied to the PPD, and prepared for the entrance exams. The test was administered only once a year, and he had missed the deadline to apply by days the year before.
Weekends were spent traveling back and forth between their places, and when a big case came up, they could go weeks without seeing each other. But each time they came back together, it was as if no time had passed at all. Justice had proposed on the anniversary of their first night together. Their one-night stand.
They tripped into the bedroom, Justice’s fingers gliding through Ana’s slick folds and Ana’s hand wrapped around Justice’s throbbing cock in a tight grip. “Did this cunt miss my cock? How many times did you shove your fingers in this tight hole, wishing it was me?”
Ana whined, rising onto her toes and dropping back down, trying in vain to get his fingers inside her. “Every night. I did it every night. I missed you so much.”
“Fuck. Right answer.” Justice cupped his hands under Ana’s round ass, lifting her up and angling his thick head right at her entrance. “Look at me. Watch me find home again.”
Ana’s gaze locked with his, and he lowered her slowly down his aching shaft, her ankles locked together behind his back. With every inch that entered her, Ana’s mouth fell open, more and more desperate sounds falling from her sweet lips. Buried to the hilt inside her, Justice groaned at the relief of being exactly where he belonged for all eternity.
“I want you to fuck yourself on me, my love. Move up and down my cock. Show me how much you missed us.”
Ana whimpered and bit her lip but nodded her agreement. Justice steadied her with his hands under her ass but didn’t help her as she slid slowly up and down his length. He felt the strength in her arms and legs as she used every muscle to control her movements. On every downthrust, she swiveled in a grinding motion, rubbing her clit on the base of h
is cock, and moaned. “Please, Justice, I need you to fuck me. Please. I missed your cock pounding inside me so much.”
Even a year later, he still got that little thrill out of making her beg. But he wouldn’t torture her tonight because he needed her pussy strangling the cum out of his cock just as much as she needed him pounding an orgasm out of her.
Still buried deep inside her, Justice walked over to the dresser, bought specifically because it stood at the perfect height for a good hard fucking. He placed her ass on the edge, gripped her hips, and let loose the beast inside him that needed to claim its mate.
Rapid, wet slaps filled the room along with Ana’s screams and Justice’s growled curses. “So fucking wet. So tight. Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours. It is yours. Use it. Take it.” Ana bit his neck, the sharp sting pushing him further out of his mind.
That telltale tingle spread down his spine, gathering low in his belly. His balls drew up tight against his body, ready to explode inside his woman. The rhythmic pull of Ana’s pussy walls let him know she was right there with him, ready to go over that edge.
Justice slid one hand between their bodies and pinched her clit between his knuckles. Ana screamed, her body going tight as a string, vibrating out of control as the intense climax rioted through her limbs. Justice’s cock swelled impossibly larger a split second before he released wave after wave of his thick cum inside her cunt.
Their mutual orgasms seemed to last forever, everything around them reducing to nothing but white noise. Slowly, they came back to themselves, awareness ebbing back bit by bit.
Ana pulled her face away from his shoulder, a goofy, happy grin spread across her face. “Welcome home, honey.”
The End
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About Brandy
Brandy Ayers is a writer of erotic romance. Or romantic erotica, depending on how you look at it. She has been telling stories in one form or another since she was a child and decided her English / Irish heritage was boring. Instead, for a 4th grade class genealogy assignment, she weaved a tale of mystery and intrigue about her great, great grandpa chief of the Navajo tribe. No one bought it. Brandy lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, son, daughter, neurotic boxer, and Satan worshipping cat.
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