by Kara Hart
He pulls me close to him as the lights dim around us. Soon, others are dancing by us. The music has slowed down to something romantic, and slightly cheesy. I can feel his heart beating against mine, the pounding of the rhythm of his body. The bass moves too, causing us to drift closer to each other. “You’re beautiful. You know that?” he whispers, lips against my cheek.
“You’re only saying that because you want something from me,” I say, honestly. My eyes soon close, though. My argument doesn’t matter much anymore. The truth is that we all want something from someone. We all want good things out of this life. I used to fault some people for this, but now it just seems like human nature. We’re all just searching for a little bit of the magic. Whatever of that is left, at least.
“Not true,” he lies. “I’m telling you because I want to. That’s the only thing I’m getting out of this. I know I’m not taking you home tonight, and that’s fine with me.”
My cheek falls to his shoulder. It’s strong and bold, and so is the arm that hugs around my back, the hand that is now running down my hair. It feels so good, and so pure. A bit of excitement runs through my body and I smile again. I suddenly want to give him something real. I want him to have something special.
“Let’s go back to your place,” I say. “We’ll have some coffee and talk.”
“You sure about that?” He pulls me away slightly so I’m forced to look at him in the face. “We don’t have to.” He’s courteous, but of course deep down he’s thinking, “Please, lord. Let me bang the shit out of this woman.” I know, because it’s how all men think. At least he’s kind on the outside, although you almost have to worry more about guys like that.
“I want to, idiot.” I turn away from him and slide my hand down the front of his shirt. I feel his muscles finally and they’re impeccable. He’s built to last, that’s for sure. I let my fingers brush the top of his zipper, and I swear I can feel him grow a little for me. I walk toward the front door and he’s forced to follow me like a dog begging for food at the table.
Outside, I can hear the crunch beneath his soles. He’s not wearing the cowboy boots anymore. Instead, he’s got a pair of nice working man’s boots, a little used from being on the job most likely. He’s got his gun around his waist, which never scares a girl like me. Instead, I sort of like it. Maybe I’m not supposed to, but I grew up around men like that. I’ve never had a problem.
His house is cold with A/C and oddly enough, it’s much cleaner than I imagined. He turns around with a bag of coffee in his hand, smiling. “I got that coffee if you—” I stop him with a hurried kiss, and I pull back only to see his hungry-eyed expression.
Before I can even take another breath in, he quickly picks me up by my thighs, flipping me around until I feel myself fall against his kitchen counter. Everything is rushed and sloppy, in the best way possible. We’ve both been building this up for days, but tonight is the breaking point. We must give into our lust and all the primal passions we have to offer.
He rips off both of our shirts as I fumble for his belt. I pull it off and throw it around his waist, making sure he moves even closer. I unzip his jeans and I can already feel how hard he is as my hands graze over him.
“Yes,” he moans, a simple gesture.
His right hand moves across my tits, and he feels me gently, becoming freer every second as a man. I let him have his way with me. His left hand moves firm around my thighs, slowly falling toward my core. I’m wet, so fucking wet, and the excitement is throughout my very being. He cups my pussy, spreading me apart. Two fingers push inside me and I unleash a high-pitched moan of desire. He feels so fucking good.
He falls to his knees and kisses the inside of my thighs. “Finally,” he says, as if he’s been starving for me. “Finally, I can have you.”
Marshall’s tongue moves across my already wet lips with a confident assuredness I rarely ever get the chance to feel. His fingers arch up inside of me as if to say, “Come closer to me,” but we’re already as close as we can get. No, there’s a different type of closeness we wish to get to, a level of feeling that’s far too real. This man is much different than I am. We’re practically on the other ends of life’s spectrum. Yet, that’s what makes this feel like it needs to happen. It’s so wrong, of course life shoves us together.
He finally tastes me, kissing forward and licking in the opposite direction. He lets out a hungered groan. All his muscles flex for a second, tightening up. I wrap my legs around him and fall back against the cupboards above. “Fuck V,” he moans, unknowing that that’s the nickname my partners call me, how I’m known to all the bad seeds he so desperately wants to destroy.
When Marshall pushes over my clit, the feeling is unbearable. I grab the thick mass of his hair and pull, holding on and pressing him further. I push and I push, and he devours me, moving him back down over my lips. For a second, he pulls back and smiles, and I’m left shocked. I laugh a little, surprised by his little show. I thought he would be different. I had an image in my head that he only gave a shit about himself.
I bring him up, holding his hair and he’s still grinning wildly. We’re both drunk as hell, eager to taste one another, and now I’m obsessed with the thought of doing the wrong thing. “Come here,” I whisper. He comes forward and kisses me. I can taste myself now, mixed with his saliva and smooth tongue. His lips cup over mine, exaggerated and full. He grabs my ass and lifts me down, directing me toward his room.
Between the kissing and the touching, there’s the soothing feeling of complete satisfaction. He bends me over on his bed, practically worshipping me. It’s true: I love it. Who wouldn’t? He runs his hand from my lips, up to where the curve of my ass extends.
He smacks my cheek and smooths out the skin, examining me. “More,” I say. I’m not a prude. I love a good spanking. He smacks again and again. I turn my body and gently place my mouth around his cock. I push down deep and release, taking a huge air of breath. “More!” I say, a bit louder this time.
“You’re one dirty girl,” he says, eyes fixed on me. I smile, feeling good about myself. I love pleasing people more than I love getting pleased myself. Maybe that’s my biggest fault.
I slide my tongue over his head, down to his shaft, feeling his hard cock against the sides of my cheeks. I can taste him. He’s ready for me. I push away from him and fall against the bed, against my back. I spread my legs for him, slowly, but keep my hands against my pussy. He hovers over me and kisses my neck, and I remove each finger like a petal from a flower.
“Fuck me good,” I whisper.
“By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to see straight,” he says. “I’m going to make you have the most mind shattering orgasm you’ve ever had.”
I feel him press against my lips. Using my hands, I guide him inside me. We both feel the intense pressure, driven by sensual desire. He pushes me apart, sliding deep inside, and we both quickly unlock a door of darkness & light, just where we’ve always dreamed of being. He pushes his forehead against mine and our lips meet once more. His tongue moves against mine and we both share the hot air within our lungs.
“Fuck me, baby,” I moan, allowing him to do whatever he pleases. “Give it to me.”
I open my eyes and he presses up against my legs. He lifts my thighs up in the air, controlling my every move. Desperate for more, he pins me with my limbs. He contorts my body, shoving my thighs against my tits. He holds me down and he fucks the life out of me.
“You like it rough?” he asks me, smiling. His eyes are dark and they hold old truths, buried for decades. He wants me more than I know, I realize. He wants to be within every crevice, examine every curve, and worship every mode of pleasure.
“Yes!” I scream.
The air outside has turned a few degrees cooler, but inside, the air is hot and filled with steam. He rolls me onto my side and holds me right where my thigh meets my ass. He grips me like he means it. He holds me like there’s no tomorrow.
He groans an
d pulls his body back, thrusting himself inside of me. He reaches with his free hand and grabs my lower lips, where they curl around his cock. He presses them together and moves his hand up and down while he thrusts slow and deep.
“Jesus Christ,” I moan and close my eyes. He kisses my cheek and moves forward, closer now.
The pleasure is immense. While massaging my clit, he fucks powerfully. His shaft massages against my g-spot and I know that I’m about to let myself go. I don’t know what comes over me, but when I watch him, I imagine him naked. The only thing he’s wearing is his gun holster. I look at him and reach up, feeling his abs pulse as he pushes forward.
“I’m going to come,” I moan. “I’m going to—” But I can’t make out the words. Everything starts to shake and it’s almost like a bubble of electricity has burst inside of me. My whole body starts to quake. I fall on top of him, writhing against his body. He holds me still and whispers, “There we go, darling. There we go.”
I can’t stop. It comes in waves of shaking fits. Of course, this seems to get him going even more. He kisses my lips, hanging from my quivering mouth and whispers, “A beautiful angel… how did I get so damn lucky?”
I smile and I know he’s about to shoot his load. I push myself on top of him and press my hands against his chest. “Stay there,” I tell him. “Don’t move.” I begin moving my hips up and down. I twist my ass and feel him go deep inside of me.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” he draws the words out, like everything is about to come crashing down. “Keep… going…” His head falls back and I feel him cum deep inside of me.
But I don’t stop. He sighs because it feels too fucking good. He moans and shakes, twists and spasms. I’m too much of a woman for him and he knows it. Finally, I push my pussy down one more time and we kiss for at least a minute.
He takes multiple deep breaths when I climb off of him. “Who are you again?” he asks.
“I may play games,” I tell him, taking a swig of alcohol from the kitchen. “But I’m the best there is.”
Marshall
This is the worst thing that could happen to me. I meet the hottest woman on the planet and I’m knee deep in a huge case that seems like it may never end. Not to mention, I can’t stop feeling so damn good around her. It’s never been like that before for me. I’ve never really cared all that much. Still, part of me wonders if this can last forever. I’m bound to stop caring, right? But when she falls asleep next to me, I feel perfect, on top of the fucking world.
I wake up the next morning and roll over, expecting to feel her warm body next to mine. I take a deep breath in and smell her perfume. “You awake already?” I mumble, turning over.
She’s not there. She’s nowhere in fucking sight. “Shit,” I mumble. I check my phone. Nothing. No text. I climb out of bed, feeling my hangover creep up on me, and I look for a note. Of course, there’s none of that. That’s not how Virginia operates. If I’m being honest with myself, she’s selfish. End of fucking story. Hell, it’s not like I can really blame her. I can relate.
I stumble over to my coffee maker and pour a big serving into the top. I dump an unknown amount of water inside and press the button. “God,” I groan. “My fucking head.” I walk over to my massive bottle of ibuprofen and take about four. I can’t deal with the thought of going into work today, but we need to set up shop. In the next week, something big could happen and we need to be ready.
I hear Adam’s tires roll over the gravel outside, so I peek my head out the window and flip him off. He does the same and smiles. I’m not smiling. “Cheeky bastard,” I mumble. I walk outside, butt ass naked, like I always do. He shields his eyes, the pussy.
“God dammit! Put on some fucking clothes!” he yells.
“Go fuck yourself, Adam. I had a long night,” I tell him.
“What else is new?” he asks, carefully walking toward the house. I grab a dirty pair of jeans, an old undershirt, and my boots. I put everything on and rub my eyes awake. “You okay?” he asks.
“I’m fine,” I laugh. “Actually, I had the time of my life last night.”
“I figured as much,” he says. “That woman you’ve been seeing? You finally seal the deal?”
“I did more than seal the deal,” I say, remembering her hands dragging across my body, remembering how damn good she tasted.
“Well, I studied the bank’s layout last night, so when they hit it, you can thank me for knowing it front to back,” he says, sounding a little pretentious.
“Mhm,” I mumble. We walk to his car and he drives, blasting some terrible new country song.
“Turn it off,” I finally tell him. I only like that old stuff. The twang is what gets the heart moving. But it doesn’t matter. We’re already at the place.
“This is it,” he says, putting on his sunglasses. It’s a big bank, no doubt. We walk across the street, trying not to look too suspicious. Our car is unmarked and we’re not wearing any badges. That’s about as good as we can do around here. They’re bound to know exactly what we look like, so we take shelter in the bar across the street.
“What’re you having?” the waitress asks us, as if we’re some tourists she wants out as fast as she can.
“I’ll take a burger,” Adam says. “He’ll have the same.”
I nod and say, “And a whiskey coke, darling. If you please.”
Adam glances at me like I’m crazy to be drinking on the job, which annoys the hell out of me. “We’re going to be here for over 16 hours,” I say. “I really can’t have one drink?”
“Do whatever you want, officer,” he says.
I groan and keep my eyes steady on the bank. Of course, there’s nothing in sight. This whole town is fucking dead. In fact, it’s much emptier than I expected. It makes me start to think that maybe Adam has a real plan on this one. Maybe he’s going to put the case to rest.
“There’s no one in sight,” I say. “They’d have to be fools not to take advantage of this.”
Adam smiles big, like he’s won something. “See!” he nearly shouts. “I told you. Just wait. In the next couple of days, you’re going to have a couple thieves in your jail and we’ll both get promoted.”
The waitress brings Adam water, and sets the whiskey coke down on the table. “I can give a cheers to that,” I say, smiling. I’ve been eyeing that promotion since forever. It would be nice to finally get recognized for all that I’ve done. Maybe they’ll transfer me to a bigger city. I’ve always wanted to go down to Austin, or even Dallas.
In the back of my mind, however, is Virginia. I was trying not to call her or get her attention first. I figured, if she really wants to see me, she will. Though, after more than six hours pass, I grab my phone from my pocket and text her, feeling a little neglected.
“Round 2?” I type out. Round 2? Sounds like a fucking boxing fight. I delete it quickly. “How’s your morning?” I type out. Fuck. That sounds too desperate. I never have this problem with anyone. Most people act like I’m the man in this town, but not her. She acts like I’m just like anybody else.
It’s unreal how stupid a man can get when he comes in contact with one of the most gorgeous women he’s ever seen. In fact, when I think about it some more, I have to tell myself to calm down. This is stressing me out a bit too much.
So, I keep it simple. I type, “Hey Gorgeous. How’re you holding up?”
Adam sighs, glancing over at me. “What’s your problem?” I ask him.
“Nothing. It’s boring staking out. I thought it would be more action than this,” he says.
“Welcome to being a police officer,” I say.
I laugh a little and put my phone away. I glance in the binoculars, although the bank is close enough. Nothing. He’s right, this is boring as hell. I wonder if we’re getting anywhere at all with this. Part of me also wonders if I should just up and leave. I don’t want to give the wrong impression. I love this state. I love the town I protect. And of course, I love the people, as wild as they can be. I’m just like t
hem. But, if I’m being honest with myself, it would be nice to get out of town for a while.
For a second there, I think about what it would be like. I don’t know, ending up in South America, or somewhere in Thailand… maybe it would be nice to just disappear with some woman by my side. There wouldn’t be any responsibilities. I wouldn’t have to answer to nobody. I wouldn’t have to do shit, except live a life. Hell, I could open a small business somewhere and make a fortune. ‘Course, I’m only dreaming. This is the only life that’s out there for me.
My phone vibrates and it shakes me out of my nice dream for a moment. I read the text message and it’s short and to the point. “I’m doing well. Let’s meet up tomorrow night. Your place again?”
Damn. This woman is already wanting more of this. Well, I’m going to have to give her what she wants.
“Tomorrow night it is,” I type. I laugh a little out loud. Shit, I’m excited. A man’s allowed to be excited. Adam, however, isn’t laughing. He’s just shaking his damn head.
“Quit lookin’ at me,” I say.
“I envy you, you bastard,” he says.
Virginia
“Vi-” I hear my name being called. “Vi!”
A rock hits my window. I look down and it’s the guys, Craig and Elroy. “Fucking idiots,” I hiss, jumping out of bed. Why are they here? Are they complete morons?
I run down and open the bottom gate, looking to the left and right. I make sure no one sees them, but you can never be too certain. I hurry them in, regardless, and lock the gate up. We walk upstairs and I slam the door shut, locking that too.
“What the fucking fuck!” I half-scream at them. “Are you insane?!”
Craig rolls his eyes. “We’re good. No one saw us. It’s still dark out,” he says.
