by Paige Tyler
She still didn't have an answer to that question when she left the restroom and walked back to the booth. Grant was scanning the menu. Jase was nowhere to be seen. She slipped in the opposite side of the booth from Grant and picked up her menu. It looked like pretty standard diner fare. She was about to ask Grant for a recommendation when Jase slid into the seat beside her. The booth wasn't the largest to begin with, and with one hunky cop next to her and the other sitting opposite her, it felt even smaller. Not that she was complaining. She rather liked the way Jase's muscular thigh pressed against hers while Grant positioned one of his legs carefully between hers. It was like being in the middle of a delectable cop sandwich. Which of course got her thinking about having sex with both men—at the same time.
And yeah, that made reading the menu difficult beyond belief. When the waitress showed up to ask what they wanted, she forced her gaze back to menu and picked the first thing she saw.
“A turkey sandwich on whole wheat, please. No mayo.”
The woman scribbled on her pad, then looked at the two men. “The usual?”
The usual turned out to be typical guy food—burgers and fries. Which, Laci had to admit, looked delicious. If she knew both men better she would have asked for a bite. Or at least pilfered a fry off their plates. If she did, would they consider it a crime and slap cuffs on her? She could only hope.
While they ate, Laci did a much better job of keeping focused. Or tried to at least. But it was tough. Having two guys this attractive packed so close to her was distracting as hell. She was hormoning like a teenager. As the men chatted about their chosen profession, she had to keep reminding herself to nod and throw in the occasional word or two.
But while she was attracted as hell to both men, she wasn’t a two-cop-bagging badge bunny. There was no way she could ever go through with something like that. Besides, the purpose of the ride-along was to get an in-depth look at a day in the life of a police officer.
“Okay,” she said as she sipped her iced tea. “You’ve both told me what you like best about being cops. What’s the worst part of the job?”
She half expected them to make a joke about the lousy hours again, so she was surprised when their expressions turned serious.
“The stupid and completely preventable deaths caused by drunk drivers.” Grant pushed his empty plate away. “Showing up at a scene and finding out a guy is so intoxicated he can’t see straight much less drive a car, and that he killed someone because he was too proud or too stubborn or just too damn stupid to get a ride is hard to deal with.”
Beside her, Jase nodded. “I’ll agree with that. Then there’s the domestic violence calls we get. Sometimes at the same address. You arrest the asshole husband or boyfriend because the wife or girlfriend has bruises, but then by the time you get the guy to the station, the woman refuses to press charges. I understand why some of the women feel they’re trapped in the relationship, but it's still hard to see it over and over.”
As she finished her sandwich, the two men told her stories that were heart wrenching enough to make her want to cry, and yet they saw these things happen almost every day. It pushed her respect for police officers—and these two in particular—up another notch.
“So, how was everything?”
Laci looked up to see their waitress standing by their table, a huge smile on her motherly face.
Jase flashed her a grin. “Wonderful, as always.”
He was right. The turkey sandwich had been delicious. She might just have to come back here for lunch again. Of course, the company she was in could have a little something to do with how good the food tasted. Laci smiled as Jase and Grant listened intently as the woman told them about her grandchildren. Laci had already figured out the two men were passionate about their work, but more than that, they really cared about the people they kept safe. It wouldn't be difficult to imagine how a person could become hardened to all the pain and violence Jase and Grant saw so much of on a daily basis, but they weren’t. Instead they put themselves out there day after day, trying to make a difference.
As they left the diner, however, her mind turned to thoughts of sex once again. Except now random imagines of her sleeping with either Jase or Grant had been replaced with her doing it with both of them at the same time.
Jase took over driving, which left Grant free to tell his badge bunny story. Laci patiently—or maybe not so patiently—waited for him to start, but he merely gazed out the window. Damn.
“You going to share your badge bunny story or what?” Jase asked.
Grant glanced at his partner, then at Laci. “You really want to hear about it, huh?”
She nodded so vigorously she probably looked like a bobblehead doll. Grant must have thought so, too. His mouth quirked as he turned back around.
“Her name was Jessica and she worked the front desk at the gym I go to,” he said. “We talked whenever I’d go in, but I didn’t realize she was interested in me. It was usually after my shift, so I was in a hurry to catch a workout before the place closed.”
“There are twenty-four-hour gyms around, you know,” Jase said conversationally.
“Yeah, I know. But I like the place I go to. They have an awesome weight room. And the treadmills have built-in televisions with cable so I can catch Sportscenter.”
Jase lifted a brow. “Really? Damn, that is kinda cool.”
Laci gritted her teeth. Who cared about the equipment they had—although a treadmill with a built-in television would be nice. She wanted to hear about Jessica the badge bunny.
“She told me later she'd been dropping subtle hints all over the place. Apparently I'm not good at subtle,” Grant explained. “So, she let me know she was interested in a way I was sure not to miss.”
Laci leaned forward eagerly. “This sounds good already.”
Grant’s mouth curved into a satisfied smile. “Oh, it was.”
When he didn’t continue, Jase sent a glare his partner’s way. “Hey, enough daydreaming already. Get on with the story.”
Good to see she wasn’t the only one desperate to hear about Grant and Jessica’s encounter.
“I got there just before closing to get in a few miles on the treadmill,” Grant said. “Jessica was at the front desk and said it was no problem if I worked out a few extra minutes. She told me she had some paperwork that would keep her late anyway.”
“And you didn't pick up on that?” Laci asked.
Grant shrugged. “Like I said, I don't do subtle.”
Obviously. It was a wonder so many men become cops. As a gender, they weren’t very observant.
“I was in the shower when the lights in the locker room went off. I figured Jessica had forgotten I was there and started shutting everything down for the night. I called out, but there was no answer. Then I heard footsteps on the tiled floor of the locker room outside the showers.”
Jase frowned. “Wait a minute. This is a badge bunny story, right? Not a horror flick you watched on TV?”
“Funny.” Grant’s mouth twitched. He looked over his shoulder at Laci. Her breath hitched at the intensity in his dark eyes. “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I heard footsteps out in the locker room. I’m standing there trying to get all the soap off and around the corner walks Jessica, wearing nothing but my partially buttoned uniform shirt.”
Jase let out a low whistle. “Damn, that's hot.”
Laci silently agreed. “You got the message at that point, right?”
He chuckled. “I said I don't do subtle. I didn't say I was stupid.”
“What’d she say to you?” Jase urged.
“She walked up until she was standing right in front of me, then she pointed to that particular spot just south of my belt and told me I missed a spot. Then she took it upon herself to make sure that part of my anatomy was really clean.”
“You have to give us more details than that,” Laci said. “Jase was completely forthcoming, so there's no reason you can't be.”
Grant flashed her a wicked grin. “I can provide details. You sure you can handle them?”
Laci returned his grin with a sultry smile of her own. “I’m sure.”
He studied her for a moment before turning around. “First, she grabbed my shower gel and squirted some in the palm of her hand, then she slid her hand up and down my cock until I was rock hard.”
Laci held her breath as she waited eagerly for him to continue.
“And while she did that, she ran her free hand down my chest and around to my ass.” Grant let out a groan. “The girl had some serious multi-tasking skills, too. I mean, she could massage my ass hard, and yet tease the head of my cock with light, butterfly touches at the same time. She could have finished the job right there, and I sure the hell wouldn't have complained. But instead, she stopped just in time. Then she hit me with a spray of cold water from the shower.”
“Shit.” Jase winced. “That couldn't have been fun.”
“It wasn’t,” Grant agreed. “But it pulled me back from the edge, no doubt. A fact I was very grateful for a minute later when she dropped to her knees right there in the shower and started to blow me.”
Laci's mouth watered at the thought. She could just imagine what a gorgeous cock Grant had. She didn't even know Jessica and was jealous of her anyway.
“I gotta tell you, there’s something absolutely amazing about going from ice-cold water to a woman's warm, soft mouth. It's pretty close to heaven.”
Grant half turned to look back at Laci, catching her in the act of running her tongue over her lips as she subconsciously mimicked what she'd like to do to his cock if she had the chance. She stopped herself just in time—or at least she thought she had. Was he smiling because he was remembering his experience with Jessica, or because he’d caught her getting a little carried away with her own fantasies?
If he had, he didn't comment on it.
“Jessica pushed me up against the shower wall and went at my cock like she was starving for it.”
His words sent a shiver of excitement down Laci's back. She could completely understand how Grant could make a woman that voracious. She wanted to eat him up right now herself.
Control yourself, girl.
She took a deep breath, then sat back. “It sounds like Jessica’s the kind of woman who'd excel at deep throating.”
Grant’s laughed softly. “Understatement. After she got my cock good and wet, she took me down her throat over and over until I thought for sure I was going to come no matter how much I fought for control.”
That seemed to be a theme in Jase's story, too. “Is it just me, or are these badge bunnies of yours always trying to make you come before you want to?”
Grant looked at Jase, who shrugged.
“I don't know about that.” Jase made a right turn. “I just think one of the defining traits of a badge bunny is their enthusiasm.”
“I’ll buy that,” Grant agreed. “Jessica wasn't necessarily trying to make me come fast. She simply had a really good time sucking my cock.”
Laci bet she did.
“Of course, Jessica was so talented that I had to cut her deep throat session a little short. This time, I was the one to step under the cold shower—I was that close to coming”"
“Was Jessica disappointed?” Jase asked.
Grant snorted. “Big time. She promised she'd have no problem getting me hard again—which I didn't doubt in the least—but I had plans for her that didn't include coming in her mouth. At least not right away.”
“Did those plans include licking her pussy?” Laci asked hopefully.
Jase smiled at her in the rearview mirror. “Not to get too personal into your sex life Laci, but if I had to hazard a guess, I’d say having your pussy licked is one of your all-time favorite things.”
Laci froze. She didn't know why—she'd been listening to them talk about sex for half the day. And the other half, she'd been thinking about it. But this was the first time the reporter's microphone had been turned on her, so to speak. She wasn't as comfortable talking about her own sex life as she was theirs. Both men had been so open with her, though, that it didn’t seem fair not to respond. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to tell them that getting her pussy licked was definitely high on her list of sack-session must-haves.
She gave him them a coy look. “I don’t know many women who’d say it wasn’t. Do you?”
Jase’s mouth edged up. “Now that you mention it—no.” He glanced at his partner. “Well? Did you give Jessica a seriously good licking?”
“No.”
Grant must have seen Laci's crestfallen expression because he hastened to add, “At least not right away. I wanted her as naked as I was. She was still wearing my shirt—which was soaking wet, by the way. And while it clung to her in all the right places, it had to be damn uncomfortable.”
That was considerate of him. Although Laci bet Jessica wouldn't have complained if Grant dropped down to the wet tile floor with her and buried his face between her legs. Laci sure wouldn’t have.
“Once I got her naked, I lathered up and ran my hands up and down her body, making sure I paid special attention to all the pink parts. Then, after I rinsed her off, I turned her around and pushed her up against the wall with her legs spread and her hands above her head.”
Considering Grant was a cop, that position wasn't unusual—if he was going to arrest Jessica. Laci wasn't sure how Grant could have sex with the woman in that position.
Curiosity got the best of her. “Why that position?”
Grant looked back at her. “So I could spank her.”
Laci thought her jaw might actually have dropped at that. She'd heard some women liked getting spanked—that it aroused them. She'd never done it, though.
Apparently, her shock must have shown on her face. Grant’s eyes narrowed. “You've never had a guy spank you?”
For some stupid reason, Laci didn't want to admit she was a spanking virgin. “Of course I have. I've been spanked plenty of times.” The words rang false even to her, and she searched for something she could say to make the lie sound more believable. “I've just never done it in a shower before, that's all. Did Jessica enjoy it?”
It wasn't the best deflection in the world, but it was the only thing she could think of to get the conversation off her and back onto Grant and Badge Bunny Jessica.
“Definitely,” he said. “I knew the moment she walked into the shower half naked that she was the kind of woman who appreciated a good spanking.”
Laci wondered what had told him Jessica liked to get her ass smacked, but she supposed she’d have to live without knowing that little tidbit of information. If she asked something like that, it would give away her own inexperience with the subject.
“How exactly did you spank her?” Laci asked. “Just so I can compare it to the ones I’ve gotten, you know?”
She’d stopped being surprised by her own brazenness. Maybe she would wake up tomorrow and be mortified she said some of the things she had today. But that was tomorrow. Today, she reveled in the high that came from being so brassy and bold.
If Grant took note of her nosiness, he made no comment. That was probably how guys talked about sex all the time.
“Well, I placed one hand on her shoulder, then ran my other hand slowly down her wet back until I came to her ass.” He looked at Laci again. “I wanted her to know what I was about to do—in case she wasn't into spanking. I was sure I was right, but sometimes you never know.”
“What’d she do?” Laci asked.
“Gave me a saucy smile over her shoulder and wiggled her cute, little ass.”
Jase laughed. “I'd take that as an invitation.”
“I did.” Grant smiled. “I brought my hand down on her ass before she'd even turned back around. You should have heard the gasp she let out.”
“Her wet skin probably had something to do with that,” Jase said.
“Really?” Laci’s mind was a blur as she tried to recreate the
shower spanking scene in her head—with her playing the role of Jessica. “Why’s that?”
“According to an old girlfriend, getting spanked when your skin is wet makes the smacks really sting,” Grant answered. “I'm not sure why. Maybe because the skin goes from cool to warm so fast.”
Laci nodded as if she completely understood, but she didn't. She tried to imagine how Grant's hand would feel different on her wet ass and finally gave up. She didn't have the experience necessary to grasp the full implications.
“Jessica really got into it, hopping from foot to foot and squealing as I warmed her ass. It wasn’t long before those squeals turned to moans and she started begging for me to stop teasing and fuck her.”
“Did you?” Laci asked breathlessly.
“No.”
Laci was crestfallen again. “No?”
“No way. I figured that since she was all warmed up, it’d be the perfect time to go down on her.”
Laci had almost forgotten about that part of the story. She was glad to know Grant was the kind of man who didn't get so wrapped up in his own pleasure that he forgot about the woman's needs.
“I turned her around, pressed her back against the wall, dropped to my knees and hitched one of her legs over my shoulder, then grabbed her freshly spanked ass cheeks in both hands and buried my face in her pussy.” He groaned. “God, she tasted sweet as honey.”
Laci could barely keep from moaning out loud at the thought of Grant doing that to her. It was also damn hard not sliding a hand between her legs to give her clit a tiny rub—just enough to give her sweet pea a taste of the pleasure she'd be getting tonight. She'd wear out the batteries in her bedside buddy for sure.
Since she couldn't touch herself, she had to make due with some thigh-on-thigh friction. She was so lost in the exquisite torture of her neglected pussy she almost missed the part of the story where Grant explained how loud Jessica screamed as she came.
“Thank God the gym was empty because Jessica's screams would have brought people running. Have to admit, she girl was good for my ego. I don't think I've ever made a woman come so hard.”
