Dancing Around The Cop

by Lisa Oliver

  of whiskey he kept for special occasions, and not even bothering

  with a glass, opened the bottle and tipped some of the contents

  down his throat.

  Nope. He still didn’t feel any better. He took another swig, feeling

  the whiskey burn down his throat and hit his gut with a wallop.

  Collapsing onto his couch, Zander stared moodily into the

  darkness, the bottle of whiskey in his hand. The scenes from his

  date from hell played through his mind. His discomfort started

  as soon as he and Sully had met the two women at the

  restaurant. Being a wolf shifter, Zander was an affectionate guy,

  but the moment he went near his date for the evening, a

  beautiful girl with a wonderful figure, his wolf had snapped and

  snarled in his head. Zander had been so surprised he had barely

  managed to cover it, settling for a handshake instead of his

  customary kiss on the cheek.

  The situation didn’t get any better as the evening progressed.

  Every time Rebecca, his date, touched him, Zander felt like fire

  ants were crawling under his skin. Rebecca was a touchy feely

  type of girl, and while she was exactly the type of person Zander

  usually went for – friendly, fun and totally gorgeous to look at –

  by the end of the meal, Zander was wound so tightly he thought

  he would snap.

  The dancing afterwards was worse. Rebecca was an amazing

  dancer, sexy, smooth and she moved like a gazelle. Normally

  that would have had Zander panting after her and looking for a

  way to take her home as soon as possible. But not tonight. Not

  in the slightest. For the first time ever, he tried to prolong their

  stay at the dance club, even though Sully was clearly wanting to

  get to the bedroom side of the evening. But Zander already

  knew that wasn’t happening for him and kept ordering drink after

  drink after drink, until the girls begged off too.

  “I should have taken my own fucking car,” Zander growled into

  the darkness of his house. The freaking trip back to the hotel

  was even worse. Rebecca in his lap, stroking him all over. Zander

  trying not to shudder – not with lust – but with revulsion. By the

  time they got to the hotel, Zander couldn’t stand it anymore.

  Feigning food poisoning, he made his excuses and left, getting a

  cab home.

  “What the hell is happening to me?” Zander yelled into the

  darkness. Immediately the picture of Terry on his knees, those

  wonderfully expressive eyes staring up at him, hit the front of

  his mind. Zander’s cock, which had been limp and unresponsive

  all evening, suddenly sprung to attention causing Zander’s balls

  to throb and his heart to pound.

  Swigging another large gulp of whiskey, Zander sat in his couch,

  looking at nothing, thinking about Terry. Maybe it wasn’t

  meeting Terry that was causing his little issue. Maybe it’s just

  since meeting his mate, and his mate being male, that his cock

  needed to vent inside a male first, before he went back to taking

  women to bed. Zander’s mind was clear enough to think he

  might be barking up the wrong tree, but fuzzy enough thanks to

  the alcohol, to consider giving it a try. He had two days off and

  he would head out to Dallas as soon as he’d had some sleep. It

  was a long drive, but fuck it. Zander was going to get some ass

  if it killed him and he refused to even think about what might

  happen if his dick failed to perform. That just wasn’t an option.

  Chapter Three

  Four days later

  Terry was just pinning up the last of Davina’s hem when his

  phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he didn’t recognize the

  number so he ignored it, focusing on the dress.

  “Get your phone honey,” Davina rasped above his head. “I’m

  dying for a smoke.”

  “Those things will kill you,” Terry said with a smile, reaching for

  his phone, as Davina stepped off the raised platform and headed

  outside.

  “So long as I’m a beautiful corpse, darling.” Davina waved him

  off, already pulling out her cigarette packet from her bra. Terry

  had seen bras filled with a lot worse things. Accepting the call,

  Terry said, “Terry Martin speaking.”

  “Mr. Martin. It’s Detective Zander Samuels. We met the other

  night at the sports bar incident.”

  Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. It was him. Mr. Perfection.

  Terry would know that steel laced voice anywhere. His mother

  was right. The man was after him. Terry’s face went red, his

  breathing started to race and his cock started knocking at the

  zipper of his pants demanding attention. Oh my God.

  “Mr. Martin, are you still there? I need you to come down to the

  station to talk about the fight.”

  Mr. Perfection’s words were like a bucket of cold water over his

  head, and Terry snarled – he actually snarled.

  “Are you going to arrest me for something, Detective Samuels,

  because you already have my statement and there is nothing

  else I can add to your enquiry.”

  “No, no, of course not. It’s just some things have come up with

  the case that I would like to talk to you about.” Did the big

  detective sound defensive? Terry dismissed that thought as

  quickly as it came – there was no way the big Alpha wolf was

  anything but cool, calm and fucking arrogant. That was the

  problem with Alpha wolves, too full of themselves. Terry had

  never met one before Zander, but his mother had told him

  enough stories about it.

  “You’ll need to speak to my friend Roy,” he said forcing himself

  to be professional. “I was just a bystander. I didn’t say anything

  and only hit anyone to defend myself and the people I was with.

  I honestly don’t have anything else to add.”

  Zander’s voice got so low, Terry had to rely on his enhanced

  senses to hear him. “You know what this is about, pretty boy. I

  need to see you.” Terry could hear the blatant sex in the man’s

  voice and fanned his face with his other hand. He had to be

  strong though, his mother didn’t raise no slut.

  “Well I don’t consider meeting you in an interview room at the

  local station as a proper first date. You’ll have to do better than

  that.”

  With a determined press of his finger, Terry ended the call,

  before his knees gave way and he slumped to the floor. He’d

  done it. He’d blown off Mr. Perfection. Had he gone totally mad?

  He could have lost his virginity by nightfall. Be claimed and

  wanted by someone who was meant to stay with him forever.

  And he’d blown the man off.

  “Terry, darling, why are you on the floor? Are you okay? Was the

  call bad news from home?”

  Suddenly Terry was wrapped up in what seemed like miles of

  chiffon and silk as Davina put her burly arms around him. In her

  other life, Davina was a truck driver called David, and Terry got

  the impression that David ate far too many pies when he was in

  his truck. But the comfort was nice, and Terry let himself wallow

  in the smell of musk and cigaret
te smoke for a moment, before

  pulling himself together.

  “I just blew off the most perfect man in the Universe,” he said

  sadly.

  “Why on earth would you do that?”

  “Because he wanted to meet me at the police station, and I

  wanted a date,” Terry wailed.

  Davina picked Terry up and set him on his feet. Terry found

  himself confronting two very stormy, bloodshot eyes. “Now you

  listen to me, my precious. If he can’t treat you right, and take

  you out somewhere nice, then he ain’t worth it. No man’s got a

  dick worth putting up with shit for, you hear me?”

  Terry thought that Davina probably had that last part wrong, but

  she was right about the first sentiment. Sure Mr. Perfection’s

  dick was probably long, thick and absolutely amazing, but Terry

  deserved better than to have a first conversation with his mate

  in a police interview room.

  Nodding his head, to show he understood, Terry stood up

  straighter, and then helped Davina up back onto the platform

  above him, while Terry got to work hemming the last piece of

  the gown.

  “So he’s a policeman, ha?” Davina said, looking intently at the

  beading on the bodice of her new gown.

  Terry nodded.

  “Gotta love a man in uniform,” Davina said with a sigh.

  “Only if he loves me first. Otherwise he’s a prick with no sense

  of style,” Terry said, grinning up at her.

  Davina’s laughter warmed Terry’s heart as he got back to work.

  /~/~/~/~/

  Zander growled, and barely resisted the urge to send his phone

  through the nearest wall. His mate, that tiny little wolf who was

  lucky if he was a hundred pounds soaking wet and an Omega to

  boot, had said no to meeting him. Him! An Alpha wolf. Even

  without the mate connection, Terry should have come running

  as soon as he heard Zander’s voice. Omegas were submissive,

  meant to obey the stronger wolf. At least that is what his Father

  had told him.

  Groaning, Zander thumped his head on his desk. He’d had the

  whole thing all planned as well. He would see Terry under the

  guise of conducting an interview, get the man alone in one of

  the rooms, and at least get his cock sucked. For goodness sake,

  it wasn’t as though that was too much to ask, was it? Then back

  to Terry’s place for a quick fuck and claim, and then Zander could

  get his dick licked and sat on anytime he liked. Free sex on tap

  anytime he wanted it, and no one need ever know about it.

  Zander could keep a secret and it wasn’t as though he and Terry

  ran with the same people. He’d just tell Terry the score, and

  because they were mates and he was the Alpha, Terry would

  understand and keep things quiet on his end.

  “Where were you this weekend, I thought we could try those

  hostesses again, since you were sick last time. Rebecca seemed

  awfully keen to catch up with you again.” Oh fuck, why did Sully

  have to always corner him when he had more important things

  to think about? Like how to get Terry around his dick that was

  hard every time the infuriating man hit any of his brain cells. In

  other words all the time.

  “You’re seeing Suzy again? That’s not like you. Getting the house

  in the burbs vibe or something are you?”

  Zander wasn’t in the mood to make nice, and he definitely

  couldn’t have another date with Rebecca. One failure was more

  than enough. His efforts in Dallas were just as pitiful and by the

  time Zander had headed out for the long drive back to Houston,

  he had made some serious decisions.

  He would find Terry. Claim his mate. Then hide him and just visit

  him when his dick demanded. A simple plan, and Zander had

  been so confident that it would work, he even delayed another

  day to catch up on some of his cases, before ringing his little

  mate. He thought he could give his mate at least one night of

  his time seeing as it would be their first time together. After that

  he would just snatch an hour when he could, so that Sully

  wouldn’t suspect anything and he could focus on his work and

  the life he already had.

  “Suzy’s nice. She’s not around much. Don’t see the harm in

  meeting up with her when she is,” Sully said, a flush creeping up

  his lightly tanned face. Sully was a good looking man. Not

  Zander’s type at all, but he had clear skin, strong bones, and

  bright blue eyes. He was a devil with the ladies, which was why

  he and Zander got on so well together.

  “Yeah, well, don’t go roping me into your plans,” Zander said,

  thinking quickly. “I’ve got a bit of tail of my own I’m chasing,

  and no,” he said when he saw Sully open his mouth, “she doesn’t

  have a friend for you. Back off.”

  Actually Terry did have that Roy bloke, but somehow Zander

  couldn’t see Sully going for someone like him. Not after his

  comments at the sports bar. Pursuing Terry was going to have

  to be a solo mission and if Sully was interested in Susy, then all

  the better for him.

  Or so Zander thought until Sully opened his mouth again.

  “Awesome. We can double date. Just let me know when and I’ll

  get in touch with Suzy and see when she’s free. Her and Rebecca

  fly into town every three days.”

  When pigs fly, Zander thought as he smiled and nodded, hoping

  to shut Sully up. There was no way Zander was ever double

  dating with his partner again, and for the first time since he met

  his friend, he hoped that Sully would get serious with a girl.

  Maybe then he would leave Zander alone. Terry mentioned going

  on a date and that wasn’t something Zander was prepared to do.

  He didn’t want to go out with the man, he just wanted to have

  sex. He was Alpha. Alpha equaled high sex drive. Didn’t his little

  mate even realize that? And for Zander, things were getting

  desperate with both his cock and his wolf. If he was ever going

  to have sex again, then he had better put his thinking cap on.

  Chapter Four

  “What about that one?”

  “Too skinny.”

  “The one next to him.”

  “Pimples, ugh.”

  “That one over there with the denim shirt?”

  “Denim? Are you kidding me, do I look like I’d ride a cowboy?”

  “For a virgin you sure are picky,” Roy said, giving up on his quest

  to find Terry a hookup for the night, at least for the moment.

  Terry knew his friend well, and Roy never gave up. For a moment

  Terry had been tempted to tell his friend the whole truth. How

  he was a wolf shifter, how he had met his mate and what that

  meant in the scheme of things, including the tiny little fact that

  only Zander would be able to take his wretched virginity now.

  But Terry stopped himself. Roy was open minded but Terry didn’t

  think he was open to hearing that his friend of four years could

  turn into a wolf at will.

  It had been two days since Zander had rung with his outlandish

  request for an interview, and Terry had been going out of his

&n
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  right thing in staying strong and holding out for a relationship,

  and crying because he was sure he’d never see his mate again.

  His mother kept telling him that Zander wouldn’t give up on him.

  His friends, deciding he was too distracted for words, staged an

  intervention and pulled Terry out for the night. Fortunately they

  were in Club Blue so at least the chances of getting punched by

  bigots were fairly slim. The place had decent bouncers who made

  sure everyone was safe.

  “Come and dance with me, Terry” Max said suddenly. Terry

  looked over in shock. Max never danced with any of them except

  Joel. Everyone knew that he and Joel were skin tight and would

  never cheat on each other, not even getting close on the dance

  floor with someone else. Max’s invitation broke the bro code they

  all lived by on so many levels. But Joel gave him a small grin

  and nodded his head, so with a shrug of his shoulders, Terry got

  up and let Max lead him to the dance floor. He did love to dance,

  but he was usually too shy to dance with anyone but his friends.

  But he’d never danced with Max on his own.

  Instead of leading him into the middle of the dancers, Max led

  him to the far edge, away from the sight of the table where the

  rest of his friends were having fun. The music was quieter there,

  and Terry reminded himself to relax and try and give the illusion

  he was happy. It wasn’t his friends’ fault that he couldn’t think

  of anything but a certain arrogant detective.

  Max danced close to him, but didn’t touch him, for which Terry

  was eternally grateful. With every passing day it was getting

  harder to accept the affectionate touches from his friends, and

  Terry had wondered how long it would be before he got to be a

  complete outcast. With gloomy thoughts of being the perpetual

  virgin spinning through his brain as his body moved

  automatically to the music, Terry almost jumped out of his skin

  when Max finally did speak to him.

  “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, being scared about anal sex

  for the first time,” Max said quietly.

  “I’m not,” Terry lied. Actually he had been before meeting

  Zander, but now he knew he had a mate, and knew as well that

  mates couldn’t hurt one another, he had gotten over that fear