by SJ Bishop
"Fuck me," I whispered as my heart pounded in my chest. Jax responded by brushing his lips against mine and then lifting his shirt over his head.
43
Jax Jax Jax
Treena's body was hot to my touch. I skimmed my fingertips over the small of her back, feeling her quiver under me. My hand fell to her ass, smacking it playfully. She giggled, her breasts shaking against my chest as she pressed her core to me. I peeled her shirt over her head. Her pants fell to her ankles, and she stepped out of them. The black lace bra she wore hugged her breasts like it was part of her skin. I touched her cheek, and she closed her eyes, nuzzling my palm before I slid my hand down her neck and over her breasts, stopping at her abdomen.
Treena's eyes fell to where my palm lay. Her stomach rose and fell with each heated breath.
"Will you still love me when I'm fat and my ankles are so swollen that I can't walk right?" she asked.
I smiled. "I'll love you when you’re fat, skinny, short, tall, young, old..." I kissed the tip of her nose. "I'll even love you if you suddenly decide to become a circus performer." She giggled again, and I kissed her neck. Her skin tasted like a red delicious apple. I slid my tongue along the nape of her neck, dropping to my knees as I moved my mouth to her breasts. She unclasped her bra, and her breasts spilled out. Their milky color was so smooth and creamy; they looked like something out of a painting.
"How about you?" I asked. "Will you still love me when I'm bald and need a cane to get around?"
She grinned down at me. "Not a chance."
I took her nipple delicately between my teeth and pinched down just enough to give her a jolt. She jumped and slapped the back of my head lightly with her hand.
"Fine," she laughed. "I'll love you when you're bald and old. Happy?"
I lowered my mouth to her belly button, slipping my tongue into her hole before trailing it along her skin and back up to her breasts.
I moved back down and buried my head between her tight, creamy thighs, inhaling her flowery scent as I pushed the cotton fabric of her panties aside. My tongue moved smoothly over her clitoris, enjoying the way her pussy swelled with excitement as I lapped at her.
"Ohhhh," she groaned, her hands resting gently on top of my head. Her knees shook, and I pushed her panties to the floor before burying my face against her once more. I used my tongue like a tool, gliding it along her inner and outer lips... checking that every nook and cranny was in perfect working order.
My cock swelled to three times its size. I unzipped my pants and let them fall, pushing her gently onto the bed. Her back lay flat against the mattress as I straddled her. Treena's slick tongue maneuvered over my tip, tasting me. My spine tingled, a zillion sensations coursed through my body as Treena pulled me into her mouth. Entering her was like stepping into a whirlpool. Heat and steam and wetness converged together. My erection grew bigger, unable to stop the blood from engorging me as excitement began to pulse deep inside my core.
"God, Treena," I groaned as she bobbed her head up and down. My back arched as she released me, gliding her tongue along my shaft and tasting the two sacs that hung below, full and firm. I couldn't take it anymore. I moved my hips so that my cock was between her legs. The tip of my erection drummed against her opening as she spread her legs for me, wrapping them around my back. I pushed into her, and her eyes fluttered shut.
My cock throbbed as I thrust against her. The urgency in me was strong and growing stronger still. I sank into Treena's hole, feeling her warmth envelop every side of me as I plunged into her again and again.
"Jax," she cried. The rest of her words were lost in a series of groans that could only mean she was enjoying herself as much as I was. Her cave was wet, and as her juices flowed around me, I couldn't help but be amazed that after all this time, Treena and I were back where we'd started—in bed and in love. That was how I'd thought of her all these years, the memory of our prom night together ingrained in me as I pictured her soft face and the way she'd felt when I'd sunk into her for the first time.
"What are you thinking about?" she purred, her hands trailing up and down my chest, enjoying my muscles the same way I was enjoying her breasts.
"Just thinking about us," I told her.
"Now's not the time to think," she told me and propped herself up on her elbows so she could kiss my neck. "Make me cum," she whispered.
I propelled myself deeper inside her. She fell back onto the mattress, gripping the edges of the bed sheets in her hands. I pounded into her once... twice... three times... her back arched and her eyes rolled back. I pinched her right nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently back and forth as I continued to invade her body.
The first tremors gripped us both at the same time. My thighs tightened, and I had to force myself to hold on long enough for Treena to finish. I pounded against her once more, harder and fiercer, sending my cock deep into her hole. Our bodies slapped together in a thundering shockwave. Treena pulled the sheets off the bed as she let out an exulted cry. I saw the wave of pleasure as it rolled through her body and released my own gratification.
My orgasm erupted, and I fell on top of Treena, panting as she massaged my ass while I finished spilling into her. I rolled over, trying to catch my breath.
"That was fun," Treena said. "Let's do it again."
44
Treena
I crawled out of Jax's bed, trying not to wake him. He had to be in court in the morning, and I wanted him to get some sleep, even though I couldn't. His case was weighing on my mind. I knew that somewhere there had to be an answer. It was probably obvious too, sitting right out in the open for anyone to take, like a penny on a sidewalk. Jax wasn't as worried as he had been, now that I'd confessed our relationship and the new coroner's report was in his favor, but I knew better. Even in my short time as a cop, I'd seen cases that you'd think were open-and-shut go ten rounds through the court system.
If there was a way for the prosecuting attorney to get the new coroner's report thrown out, he'd take it. Even if the new report made its way into evidence, the report wouldn't matter if the prosecutor made me out to be a liar, which he'd most certainly try to do. The only reason the report helped Jax was because of the testimony I'd be giving that I was with him between midnight and two. If the prosecution ripped me to shreds, then Jax would be just as fucked as he was before.
I grabbed my briefcase and went into the kitchen, setting everything out on the table. When Anderson had told me to get my things and get out of the station, I'd made sure to grab my copies of Jax's case file. I wasn't sure if, technically, that was allowed, but I figured what Anderson didn't know wouldn't hurt. Hell, I was already suspended, how much more trouble could I get into?
There were two main things that Jax's case hinged on. The old woman's testimony and the murder weapon. The gun had contained fibers from Jax's shirt and had been found in the vent directly behind his locker at the stadium.
I sifted through everything. Martha Billingsley had testified that she saw someone with dark brown hair, wearing Jax's jersey walk into Penny's house sometime after midnight. The prosecutor had made it out like Martha's testimony was without blemish, but that was far from true. Martha saw someone she thought was Jax walking into Penny's house, not out of it. That meant she had a great view of someone’s backside, but not so much of his front. Had she said anything about his face?
I quickly scanned her testimony. There was nothing to indicate she'd ever seen Jax's face. That meant anyone about Jax's height with his hair color could be the culprit. I scanned through my list of suspects. Mason and Anderson both had dark brown hair. I wasn't sure Mason was as tall as Jax, but that might not matter. It was hard to gauge height accurately from a distance.
My head was starting to ache. I thought about searching Jax's medicine cabinet for a Tylenol, then realized I had no idea whether I could take Tylenol. Would that hurt the baby? I still couldn't believe how well Jax had taken the news. I'd been so certain that he'd be a
ngry, maybe even abandon me. It had never occurred to me that he'd be happy I was pregnant. I smiled at the thought. Somehow, despite everything, things with Jax seemed to be moving along better than I could have ever anticipated.
I shook my head, trying to clear my mind so I could get back to the case. Dark brown hair. Bloody jersey. Gun. Right. Who else would be able to get ahold of one of Jax's jerseys? Who was I missing?
Something pinged in the back of my head. Coach Allen had access to the players' jerseys. In fact, he had access to the entire locker room. His hair, though thinner than Jax's, was dark brown. Was it possible....?
I looked at the paperwork Emily and I had filled out when we'd found the gun in the vent behind Jax's locker. That information had come to us from an anonymous tip. At the time, I'd wondered who would know enough about the case to tip us off, but I'd gotten sidetracked with everything else going on and had never gone back to it. If the murderer was trying to frame Jax, it made sense that he would've been the one to call in the tip. He'd want to make sure that we found the gun.
Officer Wilson had taken the phone call when the tip came in. I looked at his report now. "The gun is in a vent behind Jax Ryder's locker, number 105." The tipster had correctly identified Jax's locker number, but something wasn't right. I sat with my head in my hands, thinking.
"Bingo!" I shouted, lifting my head up. A feeling of triumph flittered through my chest. I jumped out of my chair and ran into Jax's bedroom, flipping on the light and jumping on top of him.
45
Jax
"Wake up!" Treena shouted, shaking me. She kissed my face, and my eyes opened, groggy but not so groggy that I couldn't see Treena was excited about something.
"Ready for round two?" I asked. My grin turned into a yawn.
"No," Treena shook her head. Her eyes were lit up. "Jax, what's your locker number?"
"What?" I asked, trying to shake myself awake. "My locker number? Um..." She kissed me again and my head cleared. "Fifty-five. Wait, no, I mean 105."
"That's right," she screeched. "But the first time we searched your locker, it was fifty-five. It was only when we found the gun that it was 105."
I stared blankly at her. "So?"
"Jax, when did you switch lockers? And why?" Her face was practically glowing she was so excited.
"Coach Allen thought I should. He suggested it after you searched my locker the first time. Said he was afraid the guys were gonna start messing with my stuff and I ought to move it to another locker and not tell anyone."
"So the only one who knew you switched lockers is..."
"Coach Allen."
Treena's eyes opened wide. "Coach Allen..." she murmured to herself now. "I never even considered... Fuck me! I've been wrong all this time!" She clamored off the bed and started pulling her clothes on. She looked like she was trying to do a jig as she wriggled into her pants.
"Wait," I said. “You don't think... you don't think that Coach Allen killed Penny, do you?"
She nodded. "That's exactly what I think."
"Treena," I yelled, springing up beside her. "That's ridiculous! Coach Allen is—"
"Jax, he's the only one who knew your new locker number. You said so yourself. When we got the tip about where to find the gun, the tipster said, 'Behind Jax Ryder's locker, number 105.' "
My chest began to tighten.
"He did?"
"Yes. And think about it. Who has better access to your locker and the locker room than Coach Allen? He's there before you guys arrive; he's there after you leave. He's at the stadium more than anyone else, isn't he?"
Although I hated to admit it, Treena had a point.
"Yeah, but why would Coach kill Penny?" I asked. I could almost wrap my mind around the idea of Coach Allen killing someone—almost—but without a motive, I was afraid my brain would turn to sludge. I just couldn't handle it.
"I have a theory on that," she said, "but I'm not sure I can prove it. Not yet, anyway."
"Can you tell me what it is?" I asked. "It's not that I don't believe you, but I need a little more to convince me. I've known Coach for a while now. He's a good guy. He's always come to bat for me whenever I was in trouble. Hell, if it wasn't for him, I'd have gotten kicked off the team last season, for sure."
Treena was just shaking her head. She put her blazer on, and I grabbed hold of her shoulders, spinning her toward me. "Treena, come on. Tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours."
She beamed back at me. "If I'm right, Jax, then I just solved the case, and you're off the hook. This is the missing piece of information I needed. I'm your get out of jail free card, and I need you to trust me."
"I do trust you," I told her, my heart hammering in my chest. God, she was hot when she was fired up like this. Her eyes burned into me, and I was sorry that she was fully dressed. My body started to ache for her, and I told it to calm the fuck down. Judging from that look in her eyes, fun and games were gonna have to wait.
"I need you to do something for me," she said.
"Anything. Name it."
"It's midnight now. Call Coach Allen an hour after I leave here. Tell him you need to meet him at the stadium at two."
"Two in the morning? You want me to go to the stadium in the middle of the night?"
"No," she said, matter-of-factly. The cop in her was surfacing. "I just want you to tell him that. I need to get him alone at the stadium. The middle of the night is the best time to do that. There's no practice, and the custodial and security staff will be limited." She paused, breathing deeply. "Will you call him for me?"
"Treena," I said, taking a calming breath. "This doesn't sound safe. If Coach really is the murderer, then you shouldn't be meeting him anywhere in the middle of the night. Especially alone."
"I'll be fine," she said, her lips tightening.
"It's not just you anymore. You're carrying my child. I want to make sure you're both safe."
Treena looked down at her stomach. The fact that she was pregnant had clearly slipped her mind for a minute. I put an arm around her waist and pulled her close. "I'll go with you," I told her.
"Uh-uh," she said, shaking her head. "No way. It's even less safe for you than it is for me."
"How do you figure that?"
"Because if anything goes wrong, it's you who's gonna wind up back in a jail cell. I don't want the father of my baby in jail."
Her eyes turned liquid, and her mouth formed a seductive pout.
"I'm not letting you go down there alone," I said. "It's not up for discussion."
"I won't be alone," she said. "I'll get Emily and Anderson. They'll be right there with me. I promise, I'll be okay."
"If anything goes wrong... if Coach hurts you... I'll kill him," I whispered.
Treena's eyes widened. "Don't kill him yet," she said, trying to sound playful. "We need his confession. Once we get that, then you can kill him." She paused, licking her lips. "I'm doing this, Jax, with or without your cooperation. I'd prefer with."
I sighed. "You're not gonna give this up, are you?"
"No. Too much is riding on it."
I kissed her lips. They were warm and inviting. "I guess if I'm gonna be in a relationship with a cop, I'm gonna have to deal with you putting yourself in danger. But that doesn't mean I'm happy about it. What do you want me to tell Coach?"
46
Treena
I called Emily from my car, so she was ready and waiting for me when I arrived at her apartment.
"I pulled out what I had on hand," Emily said. "It's been a while since I used this stuff."
"I'm just grateful that you had anything lying around at all. I wasn't sure that listening monitors were something you'd even have."
"Keith gave me one to practice with when I was studying for my last exam." Her face reddened. "I still can't believe that idiot. I told him I was mad at him for suspending you, and do you know what he said?"
I waited for her to finish, wishing we could speed this up a bit. I ha
dn't come here to talk about Anderson, but she was doing me a favor and I didn't want to ruffle any feathers.
"He said that I had my priorities all wrong. He actually called me a bird-brain! Can you believe that? A bird-brain! Isn't that the most childish thing you've ever heard?"
I had to admit, it did sound pretty childish.
"He texted me an hour later, saying he was sorry. But I told him it was too little, too late."
"Better to find out he's a jerk now, while you can still get out without getting hurt."
Her blush deepened. "Yeah... without getting hurt..."
I wondered if maybe Emily liked Anderson a little more than I'd given her credit for. Her eyes looked a little too misty.
"I'm sorry to have to ask you to do this," I told her. "If anyone asks you about it later, tell them I forced you to help me."
"I'm not gonna lie. You need my help, and I'm offering it to you."
"Yeah, but I'm suspended. You could get into a lot of trouble."
"That's for me to worry about. I know what I'm doing, and I'm aware of the consequences. If you're right—and I think you are—then an innocent man is getting railroaded for a crime he didn't commit. I can't just let that slide."
A lump formed in the back of my throat. "I'm sorry that I ever thought you could have been involved with killing Penny." Now that I'd figured things out, I felt bad for ever doubting Emily, especially when she'd been the only one in the department who was ever nice to me.
She pursed her lips a moment before responding. "I know how crazy being a cop can get. And I know how crazy Jax Ryder can make you. You were right... I was hung up on Jax for a long time. I don't think it was until recently that I realized I might be hung up on someone new."
I took a deep breath. "Anderson's not so bad, I guess." The words tasted funny on my tongue. "I mean, at least he's not the killer."
