Bad Boy Brother

by Chance Carter

“Hey, sis.” Joey said, beaming. “How do I look?”

  He spun around in a full circle with Isabelle still in his arms.

  “Meh. Not bad. You would look even better if you just...”

  She lifted off his police hat and ruffled up his hair with her hand until it stuck up at odd angles.

  “There. That's better.”

  “Dad!” Isabelle giggled as she struggled free of his arms, “Aunt Jenny made you look like a hedgehog.”

  * * *

  Roy looked up when he heard a knock at his office door.

  He was grateful to see Jenny there. It had felt like too much time had passed since he had left her in bed this morning.

  He walked across the room and took her into his arms. He kissed her gently at first and then more passionately.

  “Slow down there, Chief,” she said, giggling.

  “I came to see if you needed any help sorting out your new office.”

  Together, they looked over the room. He thought he had done a good job making it his own. He and Joey had thrown a new coat of white paint on the walls the night before. This morning, he had proudly hung up a few of his old service medals.

  “It looks great in here.”

  He pressed his lips to hers when she raised her head to meet his gaze.

  “You belong here. The people of Ombrea are lucky to have you.”

  “I sure hope so.”

  Having this beautiful woman at his side was the best feeling in the world.

  Roy pushed the office door closed with one hand.

  His first line of duty would be to show Jenny Dale what it was like to have Roy Peters in charge.

  Epilogue

  Jenny looked at Roy in his handsome new uniform and felt a wave of desire wash over her.

  "You look so official and confident,” she said, blushing.

  “You think I look like a chief?”

  “You look like my chief,” she said.

  He took a step toward her and grabbed her in his arms, lifting her in his arms and spinning her around. Then he put her down on his office desk.

  “Oh, officer,” she cooed, “am I under arrest?”

  “That depends,” he teased. “Have you been naughty?”

  She nodded coyly as he ran his finger along her lips.

  He leaned in and crushed his lips against hers, kissing him with a passion that told her she was going to be with him forever. She had no doubt. There are certain things you can tell in a man’s kiss, and the way he was kissing her right then told her everything she needed to know.

  She was going to be his woman, now and forever, and there was no longer any doubt of that.

  “What if someone catches us,” she said, glancing toward the door.

  Roy went and shut the blinds, giving them more privacy. Then he walked determinedly across the room and grabbed her again, pushing her back on his desk and lifting her legs up onto it.

  “Now, I believe I was about to take you into protective custody,” he said.

  “Is that what you call it?”

  He smiled at her then, and began running his hands up over her thighs beneath her dress. He reached all the way to the pink lace panties she was wearing and ripped them off her.

  “Officer, is this a strip search?” she giggled.

  He laughed and leaned down between her legs, running his tongue along her calves, her thighs, all the way up to the bare lips of her pussy.

  “Oh god,” she moaned, lifting her feet up off the table and resting them on the backs of Roy’s shoulders.

  His tongue reached along her inner thighs and when she felt it reach her pussy, she stretched her legs open as wide as she could. He began to make out passionately with her pussy, kissing it as if he was kissing her mouth. His tongue slid over her clit, between every soft fold of her flesh, and then reached inside her.

  She squirmed and cried in pleasure.

  “Oh officer, please have mercy.”

  As he made out with her pussy, Roy reached for his handcuffs and took them from his belt.

  The thought of what he was going to do with them was too much for Jenny. She was overwhelmed with anticipation and excitement and began quivering in pleasure as the most excruciating orgasm of her left rushed through her body.

  “Oh, Roy.”

  “That’s officer Roy to you,” he said, smirking.

  He got down from the desk and grabbed her wrists.

  “What are you going to do to me?” she cooed.

  He handcuffed one wrist, then brought the other cuff through a metal bar that was attached to the desk and then cuffed her other wrist.

  She was firmly restrained, lying on her back on the desk. She wouldn’t have been able to escape even if she wanted.

  “You’re mine now,” he said grinning.

  She looked up at him, into his eyes, and he took out his taser.

  “Eh, Roy, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  Roy laughed and put the taser away. “I was just kidding.”

  She flung her foot at him, kicking him playfully in the chest.

  “That’s not fair.”

  “Sorry,” he said, still laughing to himself.

  “I suppose you think you’re very smart,” she said.

  “Well, the truth is, I think I might need some help.”

  “Help?” she said.

  "You know, like a partner?”

  “A police partner?”

  He walked back around to her feet and climbed up on the desk, leaning close over her.

  He opened his pants and pulled out that perfect, gorgeous cock. He pressed it against the wet lips of her pussy and she tried to thrust upward to make it slide in.

  He didn’t let it, preferring to keep it just touching her, teasing her, taunting her.

  “More like a life partner.”

  “A life partner?” she said, louder than she’d intended.

  She looked up at him, unsure what he was suggesting. Her heart pounded in her chest with excitement.

  “Jenny, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

  She nodded furiously and tried to throw her arms around her, until she remembered she was firmly restrained against the desk.

  “Yes,” she squealed. “Yes, of course I will. A thousand times, YES.”

  Roy kissed her passionately, his lips pressing firmly against hers, his tongue entering her mouth and playing with her tongue like they were dancing. As his passionate kiss made Jenny’s head spin with desire, she felt his cock press against the lips of her pussy and then slide deeply into her.

  He slid in, further and further, making pleasure surge through every inch of her body. His cock was like magic, and every time he entered her, she felt so much love and happiness she didn’t know what to do with it.

  “Oh, Roy,” she cried out, “you feel so good.”

  She couldn’t believe how big he still felt, even after all the sex they’d already had together.

  He continued kissing her as his cock thrust in and pulled out, in and out, over and over, bringing her closer and closer to ecstasy.

  Eventually, when she thought she couldn’t bear it any longer, his cock exploded in orgasm.

  “Oh, Jenny,” he moaned. “I fucking love you.”

  His cock poured into her, pumping his semen into her pussy and the sensation of it brought her over the edge, sending wave after wave of orgasm through her body.

  She cried out, louder than she’d intended, and there was no doubt that people outside the office would have heard them.

  Roy laughed and covered her mouth with his hand tenderly.

  “Shh,” he said.

  “I can’t help it, Roy. I’m going to be your wife.”

  “Yes you are,” he said, leaning over her so that he could unlock the handcuffs and release her wrists.

  The two of them looked at each other and basked in the afterglow of their sex.

  “That was amazing,” Roy said.

  Jenny threw her arms around him and p
ulled him in close to her.

  “I love you so much, Roy. I can’t believe we’re getting married.”

  They straightened themselves out and cleaned up, and then Roy said, “I guess we should go out and announce the engagement.”

  Jenny smiled at him and took his hand in hers.

  Roy removed his hat and affectionally put it on Jenny’s head.

  She laughed and together they left the office to announce their engagement to the rest of the police force.

  Reverse Cowgirl

  CHANCE CARTER

  Chapter 1

  Alice

  Alice White was young, but she was no push over. People underestimated her all the time, especially men. She was a natural beauty, with silky blonde hair that landed just above her shoulders, and a smile that could halt a bull, if you were fortunate enough to receive one.

  Her deep blue eyes held the wisdom of a woman three times her age. She was one of those gals who was sexy without even trying, mainly because she wasn’t concerned with that sort of thing.

  Most of the time she wore jeans with a tank top, and a long-sleeved plaid shirt rolled up to her elbows. Her favorite cowboy boots were worn in, scuffed up, and comfortable as hell.

  She wore her confidence like an accessory. It shone from her like a precious stone. It was in the way she walked and talked. Her head was always held high, and she had a wit that spoke to her intelligence and humor. She was an all-American cowgirl, comfortable in her own skin.

  She had experienced more life in her twenty-nine years than most people her age, but it only made her more determined. She didn’t take crap from anyone, and she could smell bullshit a mile away. She was a straight shooter and expected the same from others.

  Alice was often tested by men trying to take advantage of her youth, but in a male dominated industry, it went with the territory. They often assumed she was soft or naive, but she was always quick to prove them wrong. She had earned the respect of all the old cowboys in her neck of the woods, because they admired her work ethic and grit, and she had plenty to spare.

  As feisty as Alice was, she was also fair and decent, and would give the shirt off her back to help anyone in need. She stayed out of trouble, and preferred to expend her energy on the ranch. She adored her life, and although it was a lot of hard work for very little pay, she loved the land and she loved her horses. She was a country girl and whether it was work or play, she liked the sun in her hair and dirt under her nails.

  She was not as comfortable in the city but she managed well enough. Sacramento was a beautiful place, but she was grateful she didn’t have to spend more than a few hours there. It always triggered sadness for her. She had found herself there only a few times in her life, and it was always unpleasant.

  The first time was a few days before her wedding, about six years earlier.

  * * *

  It had been the worst night of her life.

  She and her fiancé were there waiting for a flight to Puerto Vallarta, where they planned to wed. They had a hotel by the airport, and were spending the night before their early morning flight. Her parents and other guests were following a few days later, but she and Jerry wanted to arrive at the resort a few days ahead to make sure everything was in order.

  Her maid of honor, Lane, and Jerry’s best man, Josh, were traveling with them. Lane and Alice were sharing a room, obliging Josh and Jerry to bunk together. Although Alice and Jerry had already been intimate, they decided to stop having sex a few weeks earlier, so that their wedding night would be extra special and passionate.

  Alice was filled with excitement and anticipation. Young brides usually were. They arrived at the hotel just before dinner, and decided to stay nearby and enjoy a meal at the hotel restaurant. It was long and leisurely, with plenty of beer, laughing, and talking about their upcoming nuptials.

  Jerry excused himself, stating he needed to make some phone calls. He winked at his bride and promised to be back within the hour, encouraging everyone to stay behind and enjoy a few more drinks. Lane asked him if he would mind walking her back to her room because she had a headache and wanted to lay down. Alice didn’t mind. She was too excited to sleep and said she would hang out with Josh and watch the rest of the baseball game until Jerry returned.

  More than a half hour passed and Alice started to get restless. Although she and Josh were quite content in each other’s company, she wanted to see her groom, maybe tease him with hot kisses and well-placed caresses. She asked Josh if he would mind waiting twenty minutes or so before he made his way back to his room. He understood the intention, and with a hearty laugh agreed to give them some alone time. He promised to make an obnoxious amount of noise to signal his return, and gave her his room key.

  Alice gave him a friendly hug and stumbled her way through the hallways to find her groom. When she arrived there, she slipped the key card into the slot and stepped inside, expecting to see Jerry on his phone or relaxing on the bed. Instead, he was taking a shower. He had tossed his keys and cellphone on the mattress, and she carefully crawled over them and made herself comfortable on his bed, waiting for him to finish up. Jerry never took long showers, so she anticipated a short wait.

  His cell phone chirped, signaling a text message. Then it chirped a second and a third time.

  Alice wasn’t nosy by nature, but her curiosity pulled at her. It wasn’t typical for her and Jerry to read each other’s messages, but they never kept secrets from one another. She wondered if it was about the wedding, maybe a text from his Mom about the resort or their upcoming flights.

  She picked up his phone and opened the message icon. It was from Lane.

  That was a hot kiss. It made me wet! I can still feel your hands on me. xo

  You are not married yet. ;)

  After Alice falls asleep I’ll text you. Meet me at the truck. I want to fuck you one more time before you wear that ball and chain. LOL

  Alice stared at the words for several minutes trying to process them. Was Jerry cheating on her with Lane? How long had this been going on? They were getting married in three days! How could he do this? Jerry had been her boyfriend since high school, and she had never once suspected him of being unfaithful.

  Her hands started to shake and she dropped the phone down on the bed, as though it were suddenly too hot to handle.

  The water turned off and she could hear Jerry whistling, as though he hadn’t a care in the world. Alice could feel her tears welling up. She wasn’t sure what to do. Everything in her was telling her to run, but she knew she had to confront him.

  Jerry opened the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He stopped suddenly when he saw Alice sitting on his bed, and smiled seductively at her. He sauntered over to the bed, hoping that his bride-to-be was there for some action. He stopped short when he saw her face.

  Alice picked up the phone and handed it to him, insisting he check his messages. He shrugged and took the phone from her, his brows raised. He looked at her after he read the message, his lips tight with regret. Alice didn’t say a word, but instead listened cynically while Jerry explained himself.

  He told her that he loved her, and that Lane didn’t mean anything to him. He said that they had fucked only a few times and that they were ending things. He didn’t want to lose what he had with Alice, he wanted her to be his wife and that had to mean something, didn’t it?

  A small part of Alice wanted to believe him, but mostly she just wanted to throw up. She knew she could never be with him again without thinking about the betrayal, and that wasn’t how she’d imagined starting their life together.

  She said she didn’t know what was worse, the fact that he slept with her best friend, or the fact that he was willing to throw away their relationship for something that didn’t mean anything to him. He sat on the side of the bed in just his towel, looking vulnerable and weak. He had no words to offer her.

  She’d suddenly seen him for the man he was, and it sickened her. Sh
e wanted to leave his room with grace and dignity, but her body double-crossed her. She had only had seconds to decide, throw up on the floor or run for the bathroom. She chose the latter and retched into the toilet, purging her anger, grief, and revulsion.

  She felt completely empty.

  Jerry was sitting on the bed when she returned, but he had taken the time to pull on his jeans. His eyes were downcast, his posture filled with regret. Alice didn’t known what was going to happen next, but she knew she never wanted to see him again. She told him it was over, left his room calmly, and made her way back to the bar to find Josh.

  She told him what happened and asked for his help. He agreed to take her home in the morning.

  She didn’t want to confront Lane, so Josh went to her room to gather Alice’s things while she went to the front desk to inquire about a new room. She spent the night alone, grieving her lost love and the loss of the future she thought they had together.

  The next morning Josh drove her home. They didn’t talk about Jerry or Lane or the wedding. Instead she took that time to gather her thoughts and decide what needed to happen next. When she got home, she told her parents what had happened and called off the wedding. Just like that.

  Jerry tried to reach out to her a few weeks later, but Alice refused to see him. What was the point. As far as she was concerned, loyalty was not something to be bartered with or negotiated. Just like integrity, you either had it or you didn’t. She didn’t want to be married to someone that didn’t understand that.

  She later found out that Jerry took Lane to Mexico. Josh told her that Jerry saw no reason to waste all the money he had invested so he decided to go anyway. It was at that point that Alice decided that she had dodged a bullet, and that Jerry and Lane deserved each other.

  * * *

  Alice finally found a parking lot close to the office building where she needed to be. She made her way down the block, smiling kindly at strangers as she passed them by. She walked by a homeless man, taking a knee beside him. She asked if he had eaten breakfast that day and he admitted he hadn’t. She took ten dollars out of her purse and handed it to him before continuing on her way.