Dirty Cops Next Door

by Summer Cooper

  They’d slept for most of the flight, waking up eight hours in the future to the continuation of the evening they’d started in the states.

  Jacky was still in her ball gown, shoes in her hand though as she stared out over the city lights.

  “I can’t believe we’re in Prague! How did you even organize this so quickly?”

  “Easily. With money. Besides, the passports were at the office. So it was simply a matter of having them sent to the airport. The rest was easy. Do you like it?” he asked, slipping his arms around her from behind, kissing her neck.

  “It feels like my life is a movie. I’ve either been kidnapped or whisked away by a prince charming,” she said, only mildly hungover from the night before. They’d started drinking again when they woke up, making a feast out of the snacks on the plane.

  “Well, which one?” he whispered, turning her around to kiss her passionately.

  “Kidnapped by prince charming,” she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  The sun was starting to come up as dawn broke slowly over the gloomy city skyline. But Jacky wasn’t looking at the view anymore. All her attention was on the beautiful man in front of her with tanned skin and playful eyes. His grip was strong as his toned arms pulled her towards him, hands trailing down her back to rest on her firm behind still clothed in the black dress he’d made especially for her beautiful hourglass figure.

  He kissed her deeply as his hands hungrily explored her clothed body. He could feel her breath quicken as he pressed his hardening cock against her belly.

  Jacky knew that she shouldn’t be here, she shouldn’t be doing this. Nick was a player and this is what he did. But in that moment she didn’t care; there was nothing she wanted more than to have him take her right there. Things had changed… she saw a side of him the night before that she’d never seen before. A vulnerable side, the real him. And she was hooked. She’d never felt like this before, not even with Paul. So intoxicated by lust.

  She was normally more conservative, more reserved, but when Nick picked her up in one smooth sweep, she grabbed his neck for support instead of resisting. Jacky closed her eyes, letting herself be carried away to the massive king-sized bed with impressive bed posts befitting a castle instead of the most expensive hotel in Prague. Oh, the things you could buy with that platinum card that Nick so carelessly swiped.

  He resisted the urge to fling her onto the bed, instead gently laying her down on the satin sheets. This time was different. He was usually the aggressive kind who went in, got what he wanted and left, but this time he wanted to carefully unwrap her like a precious gift. She’d seen more of his soul than he’d ever let anyone see.

  Jacky kept her eyes closed as she laid sprawled out on the bed. Nick pushed her dress up over her thighs, her hips, revealing the smooth skin beneath. She shivered as his warm touch moved over her body carefully, slowly, almost teasingly.

  He kissed her ankles, her calves, her knees, slowly trailing warm kisses up her flesh. She had never been touched like that before. Paul always just flipped her over and had his way—never so much as bothered to take off her clothes. He was the only man she’d ever slept with that she’d known for longer than a night and the thought of Nick inside her was both exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time. It had been so long. In the last few months of their relationship, Paul had no interest in her sexually. He was getting it elsewhere, she’d realized afterward. It shattered her self-confidence. None of the one-night stands could fix that.

  But she felt comfortable with Nick, inexplicably so. She didn’t worry about lying exposed in front of him.

  His gentle kisses reached her center, breathing over her black panties. The thin fabric was the only thing standing between his tongue and her wet pussy that was yearning for him with every fiber of her being.

  Nick hooked his fingers underneath them, sliding them down to reveal her perfectly trimmed pussy.

  He discarded the undergarment carelessly, placing a hand on each thigh to gently (but firmly) push them apart, opening her up to his hungry tongue.

  She kept her eyes closed, gripping the sheets in her fists, bracing herself for impact. Her grip on the bedding tightened as he placed a wet kiss on her most private spot, now completely naked under his mouth. Her whole body tensed as he slipped his tongue between the wet lips, slowly finding its way to her clit. His tongue made small circles around the hardened bud, sucking carefully at first, but then more lustfully on the dripping sex beneath him.

  She was fully wet now, breathing heavily—panting—as his experienced tongue pleased her in a way she never knew possible. Paul never went down on her; he was an in-out kind of guy. She never knew it could feel this good.

  Nick slipped a finger into the entrance of her yearning pussy, another one following shortly after. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, that she was about to explode, he pulled away, placing one more kiss on her center.

  Jacky sat up, still panting, pulling the dress that had been pushed up over her hips, over her head and throwing it onto the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra and the move had left her completely naked to Nick’s hungry gaze.

  She had the body of a goddess! He couldn’t take his eyes off her, his full erection bulging in his pants.

  She smiled as he knelt down to kiss the naked goddess beneath him. Without breaking the kiss, Jacky slipped his shirt buttons out of their loops, one at a time, revealing his muscular chest as she made her way down.

  He hurriedly shed his shirt, tugging at his belt to free his aching member. At last, he stood naked in front of her, his large, erect penis dripping in anticipation.

  She looked at him for a moment, trying to take in his model-like physique. He was stunning and it was clear to see where his confidence came from as he brought his sizeable erection towards her.

  He pulled her towards him for a passionate kiss, pressing his naked body against hers, her hard nipples firmly snuggled against his chest. Nick pushed her down on the bed again slowly, and she gasped as his lips closed around her nipples, his tongue rolling over the hard tips and sending shivers up her body for the umpteenth time.

  Her breath was quickening again as he slipped a hand down to part her thighs once more, trailing the way for his cock with a finger.

  She gasped when he entered her, slowly pushing himself into her as he held her tight, kissing her deeply as he plunged into the darkness of her thighs.

  Jacky cringed in pain—Paul was much smaller.

  “Are you okay? Jax?”

  It was the first time either of them had spoken in what felt like forever.

  “Don’t stop,” she mumbled, her eyes still closed, digging her nails into his back as he pushed himself in all the way.

  Slowly he started rocking his hips above her, plunging in and out of her as she clung lustfully to him, stifling her screams as she bit into his shoulder. He quickened his pace, their bodies rocking in unison as their chests heaved up and down in heavy breathing.

  Nick squeezed her breasts hard, massaging the flesh in his big hands as his cock plunged into her again and again.

  She suddenly opened her eyes, grabbing him behind his neck and pulling him close, staring into his deep blue eyes as they came together.

  He pulled out just in time to spill his seed on her pale belly, leaving a sticky pool of cum on her skin.

  He fell down exhausted next to her, kissing her gently on the forehead. She was crying as she held onto him tight, clinging to his naked body as he protectively wrapped an arm around her.

  They lay there, exhausted, silent, spent—holding one another until they fell asleep.

  5

  Jacky woke up slowly, her eyes adjusting to her foreign surroundings in the afternoon sun. It all came back to her as she tried to detangle her naked body from Nick’s.

  He woke up as soon as she moved away from him, taking her comfortable heat with her.

  “Hey,” he said, smiling sleepily and pulling her closer for a kiss
. She pulled away, finally sober. Her mind was all over the place, piecing together the madness of the past few days.

  “I can’t believe we’re in Prague,” she replied simply, getting up and making her way to the bathroom. She kept her back turned to him and he watched her perfect figure disappear into the next room.

  “Come back here! Jax!” he shouted after her but she ignored him.

  She knew she should feel guilty about the night before, she should feel used, but all she could think about was the connection she felt with the blonde Adonis who still lay naked on the bed. But she knew it could never be. She was just a conquest finally conquered. All she could do now was to not make a fool of herself.

  The water in the shower was too hot but she didn’t care as she cried into the heated stream, trying to wash away her shame.

  She didn’t notice him enter the bathroom, startling when he wrapped his strong familiar embrace around her from behind. She jumped and turned, staring at him in bewilderment.

  “Oh Jax, you’re crying.” He pulled her towards him again under the streaming water, kissing her eyelids gently. “What’s wrong?”

  She didn’t answer, just looked away, pulling away from him.

  “C’mon Jax, you’re overthinking it,” he said but she ignored him, pushing her way out of the shower, grabbing one of the giant white towels and wrapping it around her dripping figure.

  She was exhausted and confused and her entire world was upside down. She never knew she could feel like that but now it was hard to associate that version of herself with the shivering figure wrapped in the oversized towel. She felt cheap. Even more so when she realized the only thing she had to put on was the ball gown from before, now completely out of place in the day time. She flung it to the floor and put on one of the bathrobes hanging next to the bed.

  She sat down on the couch, crying. She shouldn’t have come.

  Nick sat down next to her and she moved away from his touch quickly.

  “Jax, please…” he begged.

  “I need to go home.”

  “It’s the weekend still, we’re in Prague—there’s so much to do! Where’s that list of yours?”

  “Please take me home, Nick.”

  “Is this because of Adam?”

  “What do you mean?” she shot him a look.

  “Look, it’s not a big thing that you made out with him. Please don’t feel guilty or make this weird or whatever, I’m sure he’ll get over his awkwardness…”

  “You knew?”

  “Of course I knew. You two were being so weird the next day, and you know Adam always tells me everything. Don’t worry, I promise I won’t be that awkward. You know I won’t,” he said, laughing in his normal jovial way, but she stared at him seriously. “I’m not the type to storm off all pissed off from my own awards ceremony because I think someone is making a move on my girl.”

  “I thought you said he wasn’t feeling well?”

  “Well, technically he wasn’t. But it had nothing to do with his physical health. Poor kid!” Nick laughed and Jacky suddenly felt repulsed by him. The sweet, caring man from the night before was now just a distant memory, replaced by the vulgar playboy she had known for so long once again.

  “Oh God, poor Adam,” she jumped up and dug her phone out of her bag, frantically searching Adam’s number. It rang and rang.

  “C’mon Jax, he’s a grown man, he’ll be fine.” Nick instantly regretted his reaction. The walls had gone up again and he couldn’t help himself from sounding like such an asshole. He instinctively masked his vulnerabilities again.

  “He’s not answering,” she said, worried.

  “Jax, please don’t stress about him. Adam can look after himself. We’re wasting a perfectly good day in Prague—let’s go have lunch,” he tried again but she wasn’t listening as she redialed the number.

  “Take me home, Nick.” She put down the phone, staring him down.

  He knew there would be no point in arguing.

  The flight back was a lot less jovial than the one there…

  6

  Adam walked out of the event without bothering to see whether or not they won—none of it mattered right now. All that mattered was that once again Nick got the girl. Except this time it wasn’t some bet at a local pub or a pretty face at varsity. It was the only girl that ever mattered and Nick got Jax.

  He thought about going home but ended up taking an Uber to the closest casino. Gambling always did manage to distract him from his world. It used to be online games, but now he had real money and a ton of if, carelessly throwing $100 bills on the tables was more satisfying, or at least, drew more of a crowd.

  He headed straight for the bar when he entered the shiny doors of the casino. Doubles, he had no time for single shots. Unfortunately, his alcohol tolerance also went up with his bank balance. It must have been all the practice.

  Nick always got everything he wanted—since they were young kids living in that small town with the wide streets. His family were always better off than Adam’s, he’d always had nicer toys. Adam had made peace with it long ago already, he was happy with his life. He came from a loving family and his parents looked after him as best they could.

  He was never good at sports the way Nick was, he wasn’t built like that. He used to console himself with the fact that at least he had the brains… But it soon became apparent that Nick was smart as well as athletic, he just pretended to play the dumb jock at school because that’s what everyone wanted from him.

  When they played video games in their big garage in the afternoons after school, Adam would see the real Nick. The nerdy boy with the big dreams of changing the world. Who would’ve thought they’d end up making it?

  Technically, the idea for the app was his, but without Nick’s skills, it would never have happened.

  Both boys went to varsity after school, both on scholarships even though Nick’s parents could have easily have afforded the luxury of tertiary education. Sport for the charming boy and academic for the dark-haired one with the compassionate eyes.

  Neither finished their studies, but Nick lasted longer before they kicked him out. Adam got bored of ‘the institution’ after only a few months, opting to rather go work at his dad’s petrol station, helping out where he could. Or at least that was the story he told everyone. But Nick knew it was because his dad had gotten too sick to carry on taking care of the day-to-day of the business.

  This is where Adam first had the idea for an app to make things easier for small businesses such as his dad’s. But he lacked the skill to turn it into something real.

  Nick ended up changing his law degree for a more IT-based field after the first year, realizing where the real future lay.

  He would never finish his degree as he and Adam finally cracked the app two years in, working on the weekends Nick came home from varsity. The frequency of these visits always depended on Nick’s current relationship status. When he was single, he’d party through the weekends but on those rare occasions a woman managed to hang on to him for longer than a night, he quickly used Adam and his family as an excuse to run away for the quick two-hour drive.

  Once or twice he brought a girl home with him but they usually didn’t make it that far. Sometimes he brought friends, but Adam never really got on with them. He felt out of place with his small town existence. Still, they clung to their dream until it happened and even in those years where Nick lived in another world, they remained best friends—nobody understood how or why. They were so different but they somehow got one another on a level where others disappointed them. Maybe it was the freedom to be themselves fully, to be vulnerable around one another. But they never talked about it or really even question why. It worked, that’s all that mattered.

  Jacky was still with Paul at the time and they mostly kept to themselves. Paul was too jealous to let her hang out with any men on her own, so while he was away, Adam mostly kept his distance—he knew how difficult his friend could be. They all drifted a
part from Paul since he got into the relationship. He also grew up on the same street, but he was always a bit more of a bully and the boys only kept him around because he’d always been there.

  There were a few times that Adam did run into Jacky while the guys were studying. At the library or the shops, sometimes she’d come to his dad’s shop to come say hi. He lived for those moments. She always brought a spark to his directionless world at the time.

  Just the thought of her pained him and he ordered another double whiskey from the casino VIP bar, heading to the blackjack table with his stash of chips.

  It wouldn’t take long before a crowd gathered around him. Money always seemed to attract strangers. Especially women. But he hardly took notice of them as he threw the chips onto the table, making careless bets he knew he shouldn’t make. It was just money after all.

  All the money in the world and Jacky was still hooking up with Nick. 23 – bust. You lose. Bets off.

  By the time the other two had taken off in the plane to Prague, Adam was $340,000 down and still losing. He didn’t give a single fuck.

  By the time they landed, he woke up in a pool of his own vomit in his lounge. He had no recollection of how he got home but he didn’t care. If he bothered to look, he’d notice the smashed Bugatti outside. He vaguely remembered taking the taxi to the office and getting in his car.

  He didn’t remember hitting anything but at the same time, he didn’t care. He woke up moaning in pain. Everything hurt. He dragged himself over to the bar, drank half a bottle of tequila neat and crashed on the couch—the only piece of furniture in the entire massive room. It had been months but the mansion still stood empty save for the mattress upstairs and a single couch that he moved out of his parents’ house. The bar was fully stocked, there were a few outfits in the closet, but for the rest, he pretty much lived elsewhere.

  The only thing he had spent money on was a giant sound system. But even this could not drown out the sound of his depression.

  Jacky would never be his.