by Anthology
“What did you say to me punk?”
I put my hand on Sean’s chest turning to Vinnie. “Why don’t you go find your friends and enjoy the rest of the concert. Maybe we’ll run into each other another time.”
Vinnie bowed his head as he started to walk away towards the stage. “Yeah, okay. Sorry, officer.”
Once Vinnie was out of earshot, I glared at Sean. “What in the ever loving fuck was that?”
Sean crossed his arms over his chest. “What was up with that guy? Are you trying to date criminals now?”
I threw my hands in the air. “Wow! Now you definitely have lost your damn mind. It was questionable there for a second and now I know for sure. You’re damn crazy.”
I started to walk away from Sean to be sure I counted to enough tens to not jump completely down his throat. Before I was five steps away, Sean’s hand was on my wrist, pulling me back towards him. He took a few deep breaths before making eye contact with me, his hand still firmly gripping my arm.
“You’re right. I am crazy.” And before his words could even register, Sean’s fingers were knotting in my short curls as his lips crushed against mine.
Whistler
Standing in the middle of Times Square with our favorite band playing in the background and thousands of fans crammed around us, I stood holding Jessica kissing her. Being in full uniform on the clock was not an ideal time for that kiss to take place, but I just couldn’t stand it a second longer. If McBee was going to be with anyone, it needed to be with me and in that moment with that jerk trying to flirt with her right in front of me, I knew that it was then or never.
Jessica pulled away from me for a second. “Well, that was not what I was expecting.”
I took a few steps back from her, still holding onto her wrist. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Oh, Whistler, sometimes you have to throw the rulebook out the window and live a little.” Jessica moved her hand so our fingers could interlock. “Come on.”
She started to drag me back towards where our car was parked. “What are we doing?”
Glancing over her shoulder at me, she winked. “You’re not going to just kiss me and not act on all of those pent up feelings, are you?”
The fire that lit in her eyes ignited the ember that I had been kindling deep down, lighting a blaze inside me. The wheels started turning and all I could think about was getting Jessica into the backseat of that damn car so I could act out all of the fantasies that had been plaguing my dreams for days. I didn’t give a shit that we were supposed to be working – there were enough men and women in blue to take care of the crowd. All I cared about was making Jessica mine – completely and totally mine.
Sliding into the back seat after Jessica, we started to rip off our uniforms. “Damn this cold weather gear.” I groaned, yanking off my jacket and throwing it onto the floorboard.
The cold air mixed with the heat that was radiating from our bodies fogging up the windows of the car within seconds. The backseat was cramped as fuck but with a little awkward maneuvering, Jessica’s gorgeous curvy body was laying on top of mine. Our lips moved together in a soft passionate dance as she moaned, sending courses of electricity all over my body.
“Are you sure you’re ok with this?” I breathed softly before kissing down the nape of her neck.
“I wouldn’t have dragged you over here if I was going to have second thoughts.” Her fingers trailed up and down my sides, before traveling down to glide over my sensitive head.
Jessica licked her lips as I rolled my head back a bit letting a deep groan out as she grabbed my dick, starting to stroke it firmly.
“God, I want you so badly.” My voice was gravely as Jessica started to send me into pure ecstasy.
“Do you have a condom?” Her words barely broke through my daze of euphoria.
I stuttered. “Inside jacket pocket, in the Altoids container.”
Jessica grabbed the tin out of my coat, flipping open this lid to find my hidden stash. She started to giggle. “You have condom mints.” She laughed a little harder. “Get it? Like condiments.”
I shoved up onto one elbow laughing with her a little. “Can’t keep ‘em in your wallet. I had to find somewhere else to hide them.”
Ripping open the foil wrapped with her teeth, Jessica slid the condom down my shaft, positioning herself over me. With a deep breath in, she locked her eyes with mine, letting the head of my dick glide over her slick opening. As my length started to fill her, she gasped. Tight did not do her justice – I could barely keep my composure.
Dead puppies.
Granny panties.
Fuck.
Her hips rocked in rhythm with mine as our breathing and pace quickened. It was the most intimate moment I had ever shared with someone else. It wasn’t that we were breaking every rule, it wasn’t how incredibly sexy Jessica was as her tits bounced while she rode my dick, it was how vocal she was and how intoxicating her cries of pleasure were – it was that in that those minutes we were the only two people on earth – completely and totally engulfed in each other.
“Oh fuck, Sean.” Jessica cried out as her body started to tremble sending me right into my own climax. My body started to shake as her pussy tighten and pulsed around my cock.
“Jess, you’re perfect,” I whispered as her head fell onto my chest.
“So, what do we tell everyone at work?” Jessica whispered into my ear as I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand.
“Why don’t we worry about that when someone finally catches on. For now, let’s just enjoy the ride.” I kissed her soft lips, pulling her tighter into my arms.
Hunter’s Revenge
By Felicia Tatum
The night air was crisp and cool, the last few leaves from fall crunching beneath our boots. We’d left the movies only minutes before, still laughing and chatting about how cheesy it was when the main male character swept his love interest off her feet, quite literally.
“It was so lame,” seventeen year old me chuckled. “Who does that?”
“Me!” Hunter grinned, mischievously. He stopped walking, dropped my hand, and lifted me in his arms before I could protest.
“Put me down!” I laughed. “What is wrong with you?”
“I love you, Char,” he said, voice husky.
And he did. He loved me in a way only a seventeen year old could; raw and pure with no restraints. The kind of love most considered reckless and foolish. The kind of love eliciting more emotions in a single brush of the hand than most people felt in a day. The kind of love I missed.
“I love you, too,” I sighed. I relaxed in his arms, wrapped my arms around his neck, and rested my head on his chest. “This is actually kind of nice.”
“Yes, it is,” he whispered.
He’d only begun to walk when I heard it. The shot rippled through the night, loud and shocking to my ears. My mouth dropped open when Hunter fell to his knees. I rolled from his arms, scraping my whole right side on the concrete. Blood spread around him, spilling from some entry wound I couldn’t see.
He collapsed beside me, gasping for his breath. “Char, you gotta get out of here.”
Footsteps grew closer and the gun made another noise. Was it cocked? I didn’t watch many shows with guns and knew nothing about them in my real life, but I was pretty sure it was cocked.
I was going to die, too.
“I’m not leaving you,” I hissed, tears pouring from my eyes.
Terror filled me. The footsteps stopped and I glanced up, seeing his face. He had dark blonde hair and a deep scar across his chin. The smile he gave me sent chills through my spine.
“You’re a pretty little thing,” he spat, giving me the once over. “Give me your purse.”
I complied. He then bent and dug through Hunter’s pockets, finally producing his wallet. The thief looked inside and snarled.
He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “I expected more. I know who your parents are. You should have mor
e!” He held the gun pointed at Hunter’s chest.
“Please, no!” I begged.
“Shut up!” He smacked me on the side of the head with the gun and kicked me hard in the stomach.
My vision blurred and blood covered my face. I heard the shot and knew Hunter was gone. He’d lost too much blood. He couldn’t survive another shot.
I extended my hand and held his, feeling it grow cold before the black took me over. The faint sound of sirens in the distance gave me a slight comfort that I might make it home alive.
“Adler!” someone shouted from the entrance of Precinct 69.
“What?” I grumbled back. I spun on my heels and looked for the owner. “I’m here!”
Detective Davidson’s brows were furrowed, his face scrunched in anger. Shit. How’d he find out? He had long legs and was beside me in approximately five seconds. “Adler.”
“You already said my name,” I said sarcastically. “What do you want?”
Kai Davidson was a recent transfer and while he drove most women wild, he only drove me crazy. He was smug and cocky, a regular know-it-all with a badge.
The worse kind, if you asked me.
“I know you were in the Dark file. What did you get? There was a pen marking on paper that wasn’t before.” He was accusatory, even narrowed his eyes at me.
Damned detectives. They figured everything out.
I sighed and raised one of my own brows in his direction. “Listen, Davidson, I don’t know what you’re talking about but I don’t like the tone you have.” I clicked my pen and put it back in my shirt pocket. The piece of paper with Dark’s address was burning a hole in my bra, but he’d never know it. I wouldn’t pull it out until later. Not that I needed it, it was etched in my memory. “Now if you’ll excuse me, my partner is waiting to start our shift.”
He grabbed my arm and I spun, kicking the back of his knees and twisted his arm. “Don’t. Ever. Do. That. Again,” I hissed at him. Ever since Hunter, I was always on alert. Never again would I be vulnerable.
He jerked from me and stood, nostrils flaring and face reddened. “Dammit, Adler. I’ll figure out what you’re doing and you’ll pay for it. No one messes with my cases.”
I smirked and shrugged. “Whatever you say, Davidson.” I sauntered out, meeting my partner, Collin Connor, to begin our rounds. We had overnight patrol for the sketchiest parts of NYC, so it was never a dull night. Gang shootouts, robberies, and rapes were common around here, but I still hadn’t found Dark. He was never in the middle of it.
I smiled to myself as I patted the spot where the paper lay against my chest. It didn’t matter anymore. Tomorrow, revenge would be mine.
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Adler’s ass was mesmerizing as she sauntered away from me. Her attitude was going to kill me one of these days, but damn, what a way to go. Charlotte Adler wasn’t like the other women in Precinct 69. She didn’t fawn all over me, cheeks growing rosy when I smiled at her. No, Adler hated my guts and wasn’t shy about letting me know.
It was sexy as shit.
While other women grinned and flirted when I walked in a room, Adler rolled her eyes and sighed in contempt. She wanted nothing to do with me and now she was sneaking case info off my desk.
I knew she took something, but I wasn’t sure what. My shift was almost over and her’s just started, but I wouldn’t sleep tonight. I was going to trail her ass and find out what she was up to.
Stopping by my desk, I grabbed the Dark file and flipped through it. This asshat was a regular in our jail, but he never got convicted. I had my own suspicions about that, but those would wait. Adler was after him, but why?
I decided to start at the beginning. I flipped to his very first arrest, back when he was 15 and knifed a girl in the stomach for her purse. It took hours, but I finally found what I needed.
December 23—Thomas Dark murdered his first victim, seventeen year old Hunter Denton, and beat his girlfriend, sixteen year old Charlotte Adler.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
This was worse than I expected.
Eight years ago, almost to the day, she’d lost someone she loved. It made sense now. The fire in her eyes was often clouded by sadness. The determination set each time she left for her shift. The reaction when I grabbed her earlier.
No wonder she hated me, I was kind of an asshole.
Realizing she probably took the address I had on Dark, my heart rate sped up. She was going to get herself killed going after revenge!
I raced from the room, checking my phone for the time before I go to my car. Researching took longer than I’d thought and she was going to be off patrol in less than an hour.
I had to find her before she did anything stupid.
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“See ya, Connor!” I waved as he dropped me at my car. The night was nothing short of exhausting and I really should get some sleep, but I couldn’t. Not until I went to 1084 8th street and confronted Dark. He would pay for what he did to Hunter and I would serve the justice myself.
The snowy air chilled my bones, but I was so high on adrenaline I barely noticed. It took forever to get through the streets of New York, so I finally ditched my car at a restaurant and hoofed it the rest of the way.
Patience wasn’t my best quality.
I would more than likely get kicked off the force for this. Losing my job hurt my heart, but Hunter didn’t deserve to die. It wasn’t right how Dark paid off people to weasel his way out of jail time. The longest he’d stayed in was four days. FOUR DAYS. And he was a murderer. I saw it with my own eyes.
He’d get what was coming to him. Today. Now.
The building was a sitting health code, about to collapse, and I was going to waltz in like I wasn’t terrified these bricks would kill me. Grabbing my gun, I released the safety and held it at my side.
“Police! Open up!” I pounded my fist on the door.
A yell and scuffling sent me flying inside, knowing he was more than likely running.
“Police! Drop your gun, Dark!”
He laughed and spun, revealing another’s face. The shock stunned me and he fired before I could move. Fire moved through my arm and I dropped my gun. Someone moved behind me and I heard a gun cock.
This was it. I was about to die.
Two shots fired rapidly and the man who shot me fell to the ground in pain. I hissed as my own pain burned and looked up to see Davidson kneeling beside me.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I screeched.
“You’re welcome,” he said through gritted teeth. “Backup is coming. Let’s get you to the hospital.”
The blood was pouring from my arm and I was feeling lightheaded. I was too weak to reply. Everything from then on was hazy. The ambulance showing up, the EMTs applying pressure, Davidson saying he’d met me at the ER. I howled in pain as they removed the bullet, the numbing medicine not working quickly enough. They were keeping me overnight and when the chief walked in my room, dread filled me.
“Adler, I heard you were very brave tonight.”
Wait, what? “Sir?”
“Davidson was eating at that little breakfast joint on 8th when he heard the scuffle. He said you were walking home and jumped right in to help that girl. Good job. Sorry you got shot.”
He left then, never one for small talk, and I lay back in surprise. Davidson lied for me.
But why?
I got my answer later that morning. He showed up, looking as sexy as he thought he was, and stared me down.
“Adler. You’re an idiot.”
I smirked. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” He sat in the chair by the bed. “You can’t go after revenge like that.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know about Hunter.”
My heart fell into my stomach. Damned detectives. “I see.”
“And I agree, Dark needs to be punished.”
His words shocked me and I snapped my head in his direction. “Unexpected.”
/> He smiled. “I lied for you. You could have lost your badge, Adler.”
“I know.”
“But I’ll help you. I’ve asked Chief to add you to the Dark case. How do you feel about becoming a detective?”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because Dark has gotten away with too many crimes. And I want him put away. You’re the one who will help me achieve that,” he said, words thick with honesty.
I nodded. “I’m in. Who did you shoot?”
He grinned again. “One of his lackeys. So it wasn’t a total loss. See ya in a few days. Get better cause I’m not going to let you stay if you’re a lousy shot now.”
“I’ll be fine,” I said sternly.
He stood and turned to walk away. “Oh, and Adler?” He turned his head slightly, glancing over his shoulder. “I’m sorry about Hunter.”
He left before I could say anything and I felt tears well up. I hated crying. It made me feel weak, yet here I was in a hospital bed crying over a lost love. I’d be able to move on soon, though. We’d find and convict Dark and my heart would finally begin to heal.
And Kai Davidson was going to be the one to help me.
Crushing Over Canine
By Z.B. Heller
“Are you sure about this?” Officer Jake Blizken asked, while petting his K-9 partner, Amadeus.
“Never more positive.”
“They can be a pain in the ass.” He looked at his partner, who just cocked his head in response.
“So can you,” I teased.
“Fine, fine. We’re glad you’re joining the team.”
Jake took my hand in a firm handshake, and then whistled for Amadeus to follow him to the squad car.
I worked as a beat officer for three years before deciding that the K-9 unit was really where my heart was. When an opening came up, I grabbed it faster than my dick after watching my favorite porn. Three different officers applied for the position, but with my experience and oh-so-witty charm, I was able to nab the position. I knew it wouldn’t be easy; there is a lot more to K-9 work than just dealing with an animal. This dog would be my partner, and I would be his. I would end up trusting him with my life, and vice versa.
