Dirty Cops Next Door

by Summer Cooper

  She wanted it faster and harder. Angela wrapped her legs around Richard’s tight waist and began to hump in rhythm to his thrusting, letting him get deeper and deeper inside of her. He was stretching her to her maximum capacity and still she wanted more somehow.

  Her throat began to groan and growl independently. She could not hold back the moans of exquisite pleasure that she was feeling. It was more than words could say.

  She could feel Richard’s hard manhood getting thicker still and harder as she pushed it deeper and deeper into her, scraping every inch of her inside.

  The pressure was building from deep inside of her. It was as if all of the sensors of pleasure were connecting together to form one hugely intense ball of pleasure and energy. She knew that something was going to blow soon, but she did not want this to stop. It was an orgasm. She knew it a split second before she felt it release.

  The pleasure shook her entire body, as her wet mound grabbed hard onto Richard’s member and began to grope it, sliding and squeezing as they both continued to hump harder and harder.

  A second later she heard Richard groan.

  She could feel his hot man juice blasting inside of her with a total release of ecstasy.

  They held each other tenderly and Angela could hardly believe that it had happened. Everything in her life had finally come together perfectly for her. Her first experience of physical love was even more intense than she had ever imagined it would be, but she imagined a lot of that was due to the fact that she loved Richard Kane with her whole mind, body, and soul.

  “I love you, sweetie,” Richard said, echoing her own thoughts to her.

  “Oh, I love you more, babe,” Angela replied.

  Richard curled her closer to his chest, her head resting there hearing his heart beating rhythmically beneath. She loved to listen to his body. She loved to listen to the life force deep inside of him. It sounded like love and hope, which she had been seriously lacking in her life.

  But not anymore.

  She was quickly becoming one of the rising stars of the fashion industry and she was now married to the most amazing man she could have ever asked for. Sometimes though, she started feeling like she didn’t deserve it all. At times she would find herself waking up in the middle of the night sure that it was all a dream or that it was all temporary. Maybe it would all disappear soon and that would be the end of her rollercoaster ride. She saw it happen all the time. The fashion world and the entertainment world were both fickle beasts and they were all about the flavor of the week.

  Who was to say that she wasn’t just this week’s flavor?

  Richard Kane, that is who.

  When those seeds of doubt started to plant themselves into her paranoid brain, Angela Walters-Kane just had to think about her amazing husband Richard and she could cast those thoughts aside and go on enjoying their perfect, fairytale life together.

  The End

  Menage Romance Collection

  Part I

  Double Billionaire

  1

  It was the phone call that changed their lives forever, but Jacky Ryan had no idea when she picked up the receiver. She listened attentively and barely let the woman on the other end finish before she rushed to the boardroom to tell her bosses the exciting news.

  She threw the door open without bothering to knock. They were busy with a strategy meeting but she knew them better than that—they went back more than 15 years after all. Their version of corporate meetings was always far from conventional.

  Nick Thomas looked up first, putting down the ping pong ball he was aiming at the red beer cups on the table. He pushed a strand of his perfect blonde hair from his bright blue gaze to quizzically smile at the dark-haired beauty in the doorway. They’d known each other since they were teenagers, but she still brought a grin to his face whenever her radiant character entered his vicinity.

  “Why do you look like you’re about to start squealing? What’s up, Jax?” Adam Mason asked from the opposite side of the table. There were significantly fewer beer cups standing on his side. Nick had always been better at beer pong than his best friend with the compassionate brown eyes and wavy hair of the same color. He couldn’t help but smile at the shapely woman standing excitedly in the doorway.

  “Guys! Guys… guess what?”

  “Tell us already, stop keeping us in suspense,” Nick insisted in his usual direct manner.

  “So, I just got this phone call…”

  “Jax!” Nick insisted.

  “Guess who’s going to the 2017 App Design Awards?”

  “As guests?” Adam hesitantly queried, always the more cautious of ‘The Dream Team’ they liked to call themselves.

  “No, silly! As in like nominees for those new financial apps you guys designed last year!”

  “Yes!” Nick threw the ball onto the table, meeting Adam halfway for a high-five before grabbing Jacky for an elated hug, spinning her around in his muscular arms.

  “Congrats!” She smiled at Adam when Nick put her down, and she hugged the more reserved of the men behind the apps that would “change the financial world forever” according to an article in The Financial Mail. The article was framed in the reception area of their expensive offices on the 20th floor with a view of the whole Valley.

  “I can’t believe this is real!” Adam said.

  “That’s what you said six months ago when they bought our first app!” Garret laughed, patting his friend on the back and walking to the fridge in the corner.

  “Has it really been that long?” Adam asked.

  “You’ve been a billionaire for half a year, my friend, and you still dress like a scruffy frat boy—I’ll never understand.” Nick grinned, grabbing a bottle of Bollinger champagne from the fridge. “I’ve been waiting for an excuse to open this baby!”

  “To the big leagues, kids!” he exclaimed as he shook the bottle and popped the cork out dramatically, expensive champagne pouring over his hands and onto the floor. He hurriedly put his mouth to the bottle to try and stop the fizz, with little success.

  Adam laughed and took the bottle from him, tilting his head back as he swallowed down the bubbling liquid before passing the bottle to Jacky.

  “When is the event?” Nick asked.

  “On Friday. You guys better get some tuxedos. Speaking of wardrobes, I’ll call in the tailor tomorrow. I mean, that is what you pay me for after all.”

  “You know we pay you for more than that,” Nick said as he put his arm around her waist, taking the bottle from her and having another swig. “You know you’re going with us to that event, right? We can’t show up without a lovely lady on our side—what would those other nerds think?”

  “Oh, so now I’m your hired escort too? Cute.” She uncoupled from him in mock anger.

  Jacky’s wit had always been razor sharp—that’s how they knew her. Since she first joined their class when they were all 14. At 27 she was still as beautiful as she was then, if not more so.

  “Well, it’s better than that waitressing BS you were doing back home,” Nick said.

  “Don’t forget the dog-walking,” Adam added.

  “Oh yes, and the dog-walking.”

  “Fuck off, guys.”

  “We’re just teasing, Jax. You know we’d be lost without you. You keep the ship running while we’re hard at work coming up with new ideas.”

  “Define ‘work’.” She raised her eyebrow and they all burst out laughing.

  “Still, don’t tell me you regret packing up and moving to the city? It’s been so much fun!” Nick said.

  “It was a timing thing and you know it,” she said, taking another swig from the bottle. “If that cheating asshole didn’t decide to get sloppy a week before then I’d probably still be at home playing the domestic girlfriend.”

  “Things work out for a reason,” Adam said, smiling. “Besides, he was never going to let you study like you want to.”

  “True,” she admitted, handing the bottle over. “Eventually. Whe
n I have the money.”

  “I’ll never understand why you won’t just let us give you the money,” Adam said.

  “We’ve been over this a million times! I want to earn my own way. I don’t need any handouts,” she insisted.

  “Put on the music already and stop talking about the past. Our future is here, kids!” Nick exclaimed, taking another bottle from the fridge. “Today we celebrate!”

  “Famous last words.”

  Adam smiled as the very drunk Nick lay passed out on the leather couch in the corner of the massive boardroom. The room was cluttered with empty bottles of champagne and tequila, a few beer bottles in between. Jacky always kept the fridge stocked to the brim.

  “I always thought he was better at holding his alcohol,” Jacky said.

  “We started early,” Adam said, shrugging. They were all way past tipsy and the mood was still jovial.

  “I should get back. There’s a lot to do tomorrow,” Jacky said, heading to the door.

  “I’ll walk you,” Adam said, grabbing his jacket and following her out.

  “You don’t have to,” she said, locking the door behind them. Nick would be fine, he often passed out in the office. That’s why there was a fully kitted out bathroom on site as well. Not to mention the wardrobe full of those brightly-colored collared shirts he was so fond of.

  “It’s a nice night for it,” Adam answered as he took her hand, walking down the street merrily.

  “I can’t believe this is our life now.” Jacky smiled as they walked down the street, swinging their hands like school kids and swaying over the pavement in uncoordinated drunkenness.

  “This is what we always wanted.”

  “I don’t think I ever thanked you guys for convincing me to come to the city. It’s been so magical! You really are good at being rich.”

  “You mean we spend money so frivolously?”

  “Hey, hedonism is a fine art.”

  “I’m glad you decided to come to the city too. It wouldn’t have been the same without you.”

  They stopped outside her flat. It wasn’t far from the office, Adam and Nick had made sure of it when they organized her a new life in the city.

  Adam stared deeply into her eyes as they paused for a moment. He’d always liked her so much, but she’d always belonged to someone else…

  She smiled at him.

  Without even thinking about it, Adam suddenly pulled her close, cupping her face as he passionately kissed her—something he’d been fantasizing about for the better part of 15 years.

  For an instant they lost themselves in the moment before she hurriedly pushed him away, mumbling something as she ran towards her door without turning back.

  Adam remained standing in the street for a while longer.

  Jacky didn’t notice as she flung herself on her bed, clothes and all, trying not to think about what just happened.

  Tomorrow was going to be weird at work.

  2

  Nick’s office door was closed when Jacky arrived at work the next day at her usual nine o’clock. She was pretty sure it would be closed for the rest of the morning. There was no sign of Adam’s fancy new blue Bugatti Chiron that Nick had talked him into buying only a few weeks prior. She was somewhat relieved.

  Jacky sat down behind her desk and switched on the computer, more out of habit than any intention of actually doing any work. The truth was, there wasn’t really much day-to-day secretarial work for her to do other than answering the phones. The boys had a separate accountant who took care of the actual financial stuff and the coffee machine only really needed switching on—it did everything else automatically.

  She knew they didn’t really need her, but she was glad Nick convinced her to pack up her bags and move to the city to ‘live the dream’ with them. After she found out Paul was cheating on her, she wasn’t really sure what to do with her life. They’d been together since high school and the plan was always to get married as soon as he finished his law degree. They were going to move to Europe. He’d finished his degree years ago already but for some reason kept delaying their plans. She assumed he was too busy at work to organize the finer details, which was what he always said. And with all the late nights he was working all the time, who was she to question? He was the breadwinner after all.

  Her own dreams of studying a journalism degree were put on hold as she took on the full-time job of running the household and Paul’s life. There simply wasn’t money for her to study. She came from a family of modest means and she was too proud to ever ask her folks for more hand outs. But her independence meant a complete dependence on the cheating man she eventually caught when he carelessly left a receipt for a pair of fancy earrings in his jacket pocket.

  She would never forget the day it all came crashing down. She remembered staring at the receipt for a long time after she fished it out of his pocket during her usual laundry routine. She thought maybe he was planning to give her them, even though it wasn’t his style to shower her with surprises. He never bought her anything fancy on her birthday, usually he’d blame her lack of presents on saving for their life overseas. She felt trapped at home but the thought of their new life in Prague kept her going. She’d looked up so many things she wanted to do there. She even had a list written out in a notebook that she kept in her bedside table.

  The receipt made no sense but she was never suspicious. It took more than a month before she finally questioned him about it because he never gave her the earrings.

  They’d been together since they were 15 years old. He was the third in the trio of Adam and Nick’s clique but the more assertive when it came to pursuing her when she moved to their town and school. Her parents always moved around a lot but they settled in the town with the uniform box-shaped houses lining the wide roads with lush tree canopies.

  It still took him a year to convince Jacky to even have a milkshake with him. After that, things moved pretty quickly. He went off to college and she stayed at home, waitressing to scrape together some money to pay her parents a measly rent for her room and board. She wasn’t really living, she was just waiting for Paul to finish so they could start their life together. He’d come home on weekends or at least every second weekend and they would sit under the tree where they carved their initials, just holding one another and dreaming of their future…

  Life at the restaurant was uneventful and basic. She lived day to day, only escaping into the books she devoured when she sat in the park alone after hours, wondering what Paul was doing and if he was thinking about her.

  Sometimes Nick or Adam would come home for the weekend and she’d forget about her worries. They were hard at work on an app she didn’t understand but admired their passion for it. They were staying with Adam’s dad in California, working day and night on what seemed like an endless series of bad ideas. But she was always happy to see them when they came home.

  Adam always bought her a fridge magnet as a gift, even though she didn’t own a fridge. She kept them all in a box in her cupboard. She still had them somewhere at home.

  It would take as long as Paul’s studies for the boys to finally get it right and perfect the app that would change the financial world forever. She was so proud of them. They offered to pay for her studies when their first big paycheck rolled in but she declined politely. She had a future with Paul and she was patiently waiting for it to start.

  It was the longest seven years of her life but she was focused on the goal and managed to get through the days, the weeks, the months without losing hope that it would get better. The year of Paul’s graduation, she walked dogs during her off-periods and even did some babysitting, just to scrape together enough cash to attend the ceremony. It was so foreign to finally see his world, his life without her. He had so many friends, so many things that he never shared with her. After the ceremony, he left her behind and went out celebrating with everyone. She didn’t question it.

  Paul moved back and started at a small firm in their town, earning way le
ss than he was worth. He was always a bit bitter that the boys made it big without him and projected his resentment towards Jacky. He blamed her for distracting him and separating him from their group. He liked bringing it up whenever they were struggling with money.

  After a few months, she moved out of her parents’ house and into a small one-bedroom apartment with Paul to help with cleaning and making his meals. But he said it’s so they could finally be together. He wasn’t always so distant. The first year was amazing. She finally had her lover back and he was a passionate lover at that. It felt like her life was finally unpausing again and everything she was waiting for was about to become worth it.

  They lived modestly but it was the best time of her life. She finally had a purpose and she lived for the sound of hearing his keys in the door at the end of the day. She still had to take a few shifts at the restaurant so they could get by and on Tuesdays and Thursdays, she looked after the woman next door’s unruly kids for a small fee. It was supposed to be temporary, but he kept moving the date of their departure, never proposing either. Her mother kept pestering her for a wedding date but they never had money for a ring.

  They were saving every penny, not allowing themselves any luxuries as they planned their new life in Prague. That’s why that jewelry receipt made no sense—it was half his salary.

  He was so angry when she questioned him about it they had their worst fight. After that, she was more vigilant, picking up the foreign smells on his shirts, the way he would send messages late at night, keeping the screen turned away from her.

  One evening he was working late she called the office. The security guard who answered the phone informed her that Paul always left at six o’clock on the do. Jacky found him at the local strip club with his colleague after searching the small town high and low for his beat-up 1989 Mazda Midge.

  The betrayal was brutal and his reaction even more so. He blamed it all on her. She packed her bags that same night and moved back in with her parents, her entire world shattered.