Street Justice

by Holly S. Roberts

I’m crazy to take her up on the offer but I can’t seem to help myself. “You want it hot and sweaty against the parked car up ahead or can you wait until we return to my place?”

  Her laughter turns my dick to stone. “Back at your place is soon enough.”

  “This will also pay your dad back, right?” The thought doesn’t bother me at all.

  Her laughter is louder now. “That too.” Still not the slightest hitch in her breathing from running.

  I make an abrupt about-face and head the other direction.

  “I take it you can’t wait?” She continues laughing.

  I’m barely keeping my macho breathing under control, sweat is streaming down my chest into the waistband of my shorts, and my dick is clearly at attention. If we don’t head back, I might suffer a stroke. “Daisy looks a little winded,” I toss out.

  “I knew you liked him.”

  Chapter Seven

  WE DECIDE ON DINNER first. I need to eat to keep up my stamina. We hit a small Italian place a few miles away. I drive my lifted truck. Shelby’s in a short pink skirt with a white girly blouse, a cowboy hat, and pink cowboy boots. The ever-present scarf is knotted around her neck. How she stands it in this heat is beyond me. I help her step up on the side-runner and admire the flash of pink panties as she adjusts herself in the seat.

  “I wore them for you,” she says.

  “Nice to know. Hope you don’t mind if I take them off as soon as we get home.”

  “A man of action, I like that.”

  “You’ll like it more later,” I come back with.

  Our sexual banter continues through dinner and the wood I’m sporting below the table would be embarrassing without the checkered tablecloth hiding it. Even nicer than the sexual overtones of the evening is not thinking about work. As a detective, it’s a rare luxury.

  The drive home is mostly quiet. I think we’re at our max for verbal foreplay. I turn into my driveway. There’s no garage. “Stay put and I’ll help you out. I want a peek at those panties again.”

  Her husky laugh makes blood rush to my dick. I walk around and open her door. She moves sideways on the seat so she’s facing me and her legs hang down. It would be so easy to spread her thighs and taste what’s between them. Being arrested for lascivious behavior wouldn’t go over well with the department, though. I grab her waist and lift her down. Her body presses into me and I can’t take anymore. I pull her closer and take her lips. The fingers of my left hand thread through hers and I circle our hands behind her back so I can pull her firmly against my erection.

  She moans into my mouth. She tastes like Italian food and hot spicy woman. Her free hand goes to my waist and her fingers curl into my shirt and skin. I nibble and bite her lips before deepening the kiss. Her moan is loud in the quiet neighborhood. I run my fingers across her collarbone and up the side of her neck until her jaw rests in my palm. My thumb is under her chin and I add some pressure so her lips lift and I can seal my lips more firmly over hers. I groan when her fingernails dig harder into my skin.

  I need her. Now. Ripping my mouth away, I pull her out from the V of the car door, close it, and reach inside my pocket for the remote to lock it. I unlock my front door and draw her inside leading her straight to the bedroom. I flip on the light and she blinks a few times. Her lips are red and swollen. I pull my shirt over my head and though it’s unusual for me, I toss it beside us. I’m watching her eyes when I unbutton the top two buttons of her blouse and lift it over her head. She brings her arms up so I can get the damned thing off. Her bra matches her underwear and I leave it on because it’s sexy as fuck. The lace barely covers her nipples. Her blouse joins my shirt. She’s standing in her flowy skirt, pink bra, and cowboy boots. This is my fantasy in the flesh.

  I pull her roughly against me so I can get to her mouth again. Our skin meets with an electric charge. It amps up a notch when I take her lips. My hands go to her ass and I hike her lower body up against me lifting her off the floor. Her legs wrap around my hips and I turn us so her back is against the wall. I’ve been exhausted for weeks, but right now I feel like I could run a marathon. God, she tastes good. I need more of her, though. A different taste.

  “Unhook your legs,” I say roughly against her lips. She does and I slide her against the front of me until her boots hit the carpet. I run my hands beneath her skirt and nab her panties. I manage to get them far enough down that she can use her legs to kick them away. One of my many fantasies is about to come true. “Hold onto my shoulders.”

  I lift her suddenly and her hands tighten on my arms. I keep moving her up until she needs to remove her hands so her shins can rest against my shoulders. She laughs as she places her hands on my head for stability. “I can’t believe you’re doing this,” she says breathlessly.

  “Pull up your skirt,” I tell her.

  “I’ll fall.”

  “I’ve got you. Pull the damn thing up and over my head.”

  “You’re crazy,” she says as she does exactly what I asked.

  Heaven. I smell her as soon as the skirt goes over my head. I knew she’d be incredible, but my fantasies didn’t do her justice. I slide my tongue over her for the very first taste. Better than heaven. She moans as I flick my tongue along her folds and lap at the wetness between her thighs. She’s pierced. I breathe against her, “You’re such a dirty girl. Fuck, but I love it.” I’m holding her waist, so I can’t use my fingers. It’s okay, I want her coming with nothing but my mouth. I find her pierced clit, which is swollen and begging for attention. I skim my tongue across it.

  “Lincoln, oh, God.”

  I smile and dip lower to delve inside her. My hair is short but her fingers glide beneath her skirt and she manages to pull on what little hair I have. I might allow it to grow a little longer so she has more to hold onto. I like her fingers in my hair. She cries out as I slide my tongue in as far as it will go. I bite very gently, causing her to jerk against me.

  “Oh, God, oh God.”

  She’s almost incoherent now. I readjust my angle and move back to her clit. It’s so swollen and I’m about to give it a great deal of attention. I suck her past my lips and nurse. She cries out when I circle it with my tongue and then suck harder.

  “I can’t stop it,” she shrieks.

  I don’t want her to, but I’m too busy to let her know. Her arms wrap around my head and she leans forward as she comes undone. Her legs tremble, she can’t catch her breath. I release her clit and lap up the wetness coating her pussy.

  She’s everything I’ve fantasized about.

  Chapter Eight

  WE MAKE IT TO the bed and I pull a condom from the bedside drawer. I removed her skirt and bra and wrangle her boots off before laying her on the bed. I leave the sexy scarf on because the longer I’ve watched her tonight, the more I’ve liked it, and fuck, her nipples are pierced too. I remove my jeans and boxers barely able to take my gaze from the pointed tips of her breasts. Her eyes remain on my cock as I slide the condom over it. I rest my knee between her splayed thighs as soon as it’s on.

  “You’re big,” she breathes.

  Exactly what every man wants to hear. I know I’m big. Again, good genes. “I won’t hurt you,” I say gently.

  “Don’t take all the fun away now,” she says with a smile.

  She’s every fantasy and wet dream I had as a teenager combined. Where the fuck has she been my whole life? “You want it rough, honey?”

  “As rough as you can make it, buster.”

  That makes me smile. She doesn’t take my shit and I like it. I lift her and angle her onto the bed before coming down on top of her with one hand keeping my upper body from suffocating her. I want to watch her expression as I sheathe myself in her softness. She has the pinkest nipples I’ve ever seen and the hoops looped through them are incredibly provocative. I want to bury my face between her breasts and lick every inch until I reach those nipples. Her eyelashes drop and when she opens her eyes again, they shine with such a deep brown I swear my he
art stops. I position the tip of my cock at her entrance ready to ease in slowly and give her time to adjust.

  “Fuck me, Lincoln,” she breathes on a sigh. “I want all of you inside me.”

  How do I resist her invitation? I thrust my hips and sink deep. Her eyes grow wider and she lifts her hips. God, she’s tight, and warm, and perfect. When I’m fully seated, I lower my head to hers so our foreheads touch. “You okay?” I whisper.

  “More than okay,” she whispers back.

  I smile. She smiles.

  This is so different from any other woman I’ve been with. Shelby feels… natural. The missing piece I’ve been searching for and didn’t even know it.

  I’m at the end of my endurance, so I slide almost fully out before dipping back into her sweetness. Her nails dig into my ass cheeks as she curls her legs around the backs of my thighs. I lose control and she stays with me the entire way. Her whimpers are as loud as my groans. The jiggle of her breasts drives me crazy and my thrusts increase. Her head arches back against my pillow and the delicate cords of her neck strain beneath the scarf. I drive inside her repeatedly. My balls tighten, a haze settles over my eyes, my dick is primed to blow, and I do everything I can to hold back. To wait for her to go over. I almost don’t make it. She lifts her ass from the bed and grinds against me. Her legs tighten and her eyes squeeze tightly closed. She yells into the room and it’s the trigger I’ve been waiting for. My balls unleash and my dick pumps inside her.

  For the first time in my life I don’t want a condom blocking me from claiming a woman. I don’t care about disease or babies. I want to fill her up and leave my scent inside her pussy to ease out slowly and remind her who was here.

  “Fuck,” I yell as my orgasm continues.

  I finally drop my chest and roll us to the side so she can breathe comfortably. We’re hot, our bodies slick with sweat, and the room reeks with our combined musky scent. I rearrange us again so I can pull her back to my front and gently hold one breast. My thumb slides across her nipple and the wire ring running through it. I need five or ten minutes and I’m starting all over again.

  ****

  I wake up alone in my bed with sunshine peeking through the blinds. Damnit, I fell asleep while playing with Shelby’s nipple ring. Exhaustion finally won. Truthfully, it was my best night’s sleep in months, but I fucking missed out on taking her luscious body again. I hear no odd sounds in my house and I know she’s not here. I wanted to wake up with her beside me and see her rumpled sex hair as I made love to her again. I refuse to just call it sex. It was so much more.

  I sit up and shake my head. What the fuck is wrong with me? Am I so desperate to settle down that I latch onto the first woman I’ve fucked in months? I give a mirthless laugh and head to the shower. My brothers would laugh themselves silly if I ever shared this with them, which is exactly why I never will. Big bro has a biological clock, they’d say. Biological cock is more like it.

  Doesn’t matter that I emptied my balls last night, I want Shelby back in my bed riding my cock, sucking me dry with her tight…

  Damn morning wood. I stomp into the shower and take care of it under the water spray. I’m back to using fantasy Shelby, which is nowhere near the real thing.

  I leave my home ready to tackle a psychopath. Shelby’s car is gone, so I take out my phone as I walk to my truck.

  Missed you this morning.

  I send the text even though I know it sounds needy.

  My phone pings just as I start the engine.

  Daisy needed me more.

  Shelby’s a tough cookie and I message back before I pull out of the driveway.

  Dinner tonight?

  My phone pings, but I can’t check it until I hit a stoplight.

  Sorry, no... friends?

  What the fuck does that mean? I need my head on straight today so I toss my phone into the passenger seat and concentrate on driving. Or at least try. Friends? I need to face facts… I was her fucking booty call last night, she made that clear. How the hell can this woman scramble my brains so easily?

  Chapter Nine

  I PUT THE MO of my killer into the UCR database. I know there might be look-alikes that will create even more work. At this point anything is worth a try, and sleep is highly overrated.

  Dan, an older cop set for retirement within the next six months, sticks his head in my office right before I bail from my chair to hit the street again. “Good morning, Detective Street. You have a minute?”

  Dan’s old school. He uses titles, so I give him the same back. “Sure, Officer Wilder, have a seat. I can spare a few minutes.” He sits down in front of me and steeples his fingers on my desk. “I’m light duty for another week and heard you could use some leg work. My supervisor okayed it as long as I can partner up. That is if you want me?”

  He’s the answer to my prayers. “I need you desperately. Let’s go talk to my sergeant about getting you some help.” He follows me to Detective Sergeant Sadoski’s door. I knock once and enter. “You got a minute, Sarg?” I ask.

  He glances up from his computer screen. “For good news, I’ll give you two.”

  Dan and I take the two seats in front of his desk and I lay out what I’ve got on the case. Then I go for what I need. “One plainclothes officer. That’s it. They can do another sweep of neighborhoods where the two victims disappeared from and I’ll head back to Central Avenue and try to locate some of the working women before they hit the street. One of them might talk if the pimps aren’t around.”

  My sergeant gives me a long look and I know he’s planning to turn me down. He shakes his head and I’m about to add another plea while tamping down on my anger. I need two officers hitting the neighborhoods. Dan can’t go it alone while he’s on light duty. Sergeant Sadoski knows this.

  He holds up his hand before I start in again. “Let me get out of this uniform and I’ll go with Officer Wilder.”

  I shake my head in relief. “I’d kiss you if you wouldn’t file sexual harassment charges with IA.”

  “I would, so don’t.” His slight smile disappears. “One day. That’s all I can spare and I’ll get shit for it as things stand.” He makes a sweeping gesture at his desk. It’s piled high with case files. “Let’s do this.”

  I return to my office and print out the original questions I used in my sweep of the neighborhoods. Sadoski and Wilson will ask the same questions. I’ll have Dan compare answers tomorrow and I’ll revisit the people who change their stories. It happens a lot, but usually when they’re asked why their story changed you’ll receive something closer to the truth. I’ve been through this particular scenario too many times not to play by the rule book. Basically, if it works, don’t screw with it.

  And so the adventurous day of a detective continues. I’m propositioned by two prostitutes and offered freebies, one is a man and most definitely not my type. I manage to keep thoughts of Shelby at bay. The sun beats down on me and I do my best to stay hydrated. Several prostitutes give up names and home locations of other hookers who might know something. I follow each lead with zero results.

  Dan called and agreed to sit down and compare results on the two sets of questions tomorrow. The help of a seasoned cop is more than I could hope for. Dan never sought promotion to a supervisory position. Patrol was his passion. Officers like Dan have an undeniable attention to detail and he’ll take notice if anyone’s answers are skewed.

  I make it home by eight. I’d have taken off earlier if Shelby had agreed to dinner. A meal and a quickie would have given me plenty of time to go back to the office and type up today’s batch of inconsequential reports. I’m not happy to see Shelby’s ex’s car in the driveway. The asshole drives a vintage red Fiat piece of shit that he probably picked up for under two grand. Does he think people don’t know how shitty or cheap his car is?

  I slam my front door and refuse to think of the possibility she lied to me about the two of them being over. Booty call, I repeat in my head to remind myself. I walk past the kitch
en garbage can and smell a strong odor. Without placing my gun on the counter like I usually do, I tie the garbage bag and carry it out the back door so I can place it in the large can I keep on the side of the house.

  I hear an unusual noise and look over at Shelby’s back door. Daisy is sitting and staring inside. A long distressed whine leaves his throat. Fuck. I continue to the side of my house refusing to get involved. I stow the garbage and head to the back door. This time Daisy adds a low growl to his whine.

  That’s it. I stride through my back door, head out the front door, cut through Shelby’s yard, and pound on her door. Three seconds later, she throws it wide. She looks at me and wipes tears from her face.

  “I know I’m late, but I’m ready for the dinner you promised me.”

  Her lips tremble into a smile. She knows I’m full of shit. She looks over her shoulder. “Mark, you need to leave. My date is here.”

  “Who the fuck are you?” Mark demands as he steps around Shelby and not so gently brushes against her.

  My hands fist. “Her date. Get the fuck out,” I say and take a step toward him.

  His eyes travel to my waist where my gun and badge display prominently. His gaze meets mine again and apprehension takes over his expression.

  He turns to Shelby. “We’ll talk next week when you’re not so emotional.”

  “No,” I say to draw his attention back to me. “You won’t. Get the fuck out and don’t come back here. I’m the new man in her life. I have a nicer car, a better attitude when it comes to how to treat a woman, and a bigger dick. Or at least that’s what she said.” I ignore Shelby’s squelched chuckle. “See that big-ass truck next door? It’s mine. I live here. If I see you or your car in this neighborhood, Shelby will report you for stalking. I’ll be sure to make myself available to be the responding officer.”

  I step aside so all five foot maybe ten inches of blowhard can storm past me. He mutters the entire way to his car. He’s lucky I can’t quite make out what he says. He turns the key and his engine makes a whining noise that puts Daisy to shame. Without looking at me, he gets out of the car, pops the hood, makes a few adjustments, and gets back in. The engine turns over this time and he squeals the tires as he backs onto the street and again as he drives away.