by Lexi Ostrow
“Do you want me to have a look around? Make sure the creep or creeps aren’t out there?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m certain it was just one trying to see if they’d found my home finally.” She moved toward him, pulling the hem of his t-shirt up and over his head. “There are other things I’d like to do before I have to leave.” She leaned up and kissed him, gently rocking her hips against his crotch.
“Mmm. Are there, Miss O’Casey?” He captured her mouth with his own and laved her tongue, with his while his hands massaging her firm breasts without unhooking the corset. “And just how many minutes do I have before you must leave?”
She grinned at him and unzipped his pants without hesitation. “About eighteen minutes. I suggest you use them wisely.” As she was talking she pulled his pants down to his ankles, taking his briefs with them. Bridget looked up at him and smirked as she trailed her finger across the tip of his shaft, spreading the little bit of pre cum around it. “Looks like you’re certainly speeding up the process.”
Without another word, she sank to her knees and took him into her mouth. The sensation hit him so hard his knees almost buckled. He fisted his hands in her short hair, guiding her mouth as she sucked him.
Her tongue played over his dick, trailing behind her lips and increasing the delicious friction so much so his hips were bucking into her mouth before long. It drove him crazy. Every stroke of her tongue felt more sensual than the last. She was taking him so deeply with each thrust he was completely enveloped in the heat of her mouth. When she pulled back the cold air sent chills down his spine.
“Dear god, Darlin’. I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.”
Jeremy swore as he felt her grin against his cock. He felt her reach out to and gently massage his balls, even as her mouth slid his full length into her mouth. Stars sprang in front of his vision clouded as he felt his whole entire body tense. Her movements grew frantic. Jeremy’s hands were guiding her head quicker, her sucks were harder and his hips were thrusting so quickly he couldn’t stop himself as he came.
His body jerked as the rush of pleasure rippled across his body. She continued to suck, lick and torture him until she had wrung every last drop of pleasure from his body. He was buzzing with need, thinking he wouldn’t be able to go another round after a release she’d given him like that even though he certainly wanted to.
Bridget let go of his balls and pulled her mouth off his dick. The lust in her eyes as she stood up. It ignited something in him and he crushed his mouth down onto hers.
She leaned against him, dizzy from the pleasure and the throbbing need of her own desire. Her body ached, eager to have him within her. She’d wanted to do something just for him this morning though. A little surprise simply because she could. With every suck on his cock she’d grown wetter and wetter, remembering just how good he felt inside of her.
As his mouth claimed hers she whimpered so loudly, she surprised herself.
“I can’t promise you it will be nearly as amazing as that was, but it’s my turn.” His voice was husky, sensual and panty wetting.
The scandalous glint in his eye sent a wave of moisture to pool between her thighs and she didn’t even try to argue with him. Jeremy picked her up and walked to the couch, she was shocked at how gently he laid her down before lowering himself down onto her body, and took off her thong with his damn teeth.
Bridget’s legs squeezed together, she was trembling with need and trying to hurry the process along. She felt the hot wetness of his breath caress her aching mound and her hips bucked off the couch. His tongue slid along her slit and slipped inside without warning. Her entire body shot up, off the couch as pleasure licked through her veins. He pressed his big hands to her hips, holding her in and keeping her from shooting off the couch.
She was so close to the edge she was already seeing stars. He tasted her as if she was a fine wine that needed to be savored. Bridget’s body squirmed beneath him. Her breathing grew shallow, slow and hitched, with every stroke of his tongue in and out of her core. She balled her hands into fists, thrusting her hips greedily trying to take more.
She came. Her screams reverberated throughout the room. Her entire body shook as he continued to lick at her until the spasms died down. He pushed himself onto his elbows once her body’s release subsided and grinned at her and she laughed.
“I think we’ve had quite the successful morning, wouldn’t you say?”
Trevor couldn’t believe his luck. He growled to himself as he got onto the bus. Some giant of a man had pulled into Bridget’s driveway at the exact moment he’d begun to get comfortable watching her. The way the man had moved, Trevor was certain he was law enforcement. Which meant she had either followed in Jimmy’s footsteps and was a cop now, or she just had a daddy complex.
But it could ruin his plans. One man shouldn’t be able to tear them apart but if he couldn’t get to O’Casey’s kid it wouldn’t be enough for Trevor. They’d been so careful, there was no way that anything had could have been connected to anyone, let alone the daughter of a cop. So he assumed the man was simply been her boyfriend or whatever. For a moment, half a minute, he’d considered taking the guy on. But he’d learned a lot in lock up. The most important thing he’d learned in jail, however, was to not fight someone bigger than you. You’d wind up their bitch.
Trevor tapped his foot with impatience. It always tapped when he was thinking. There was no way in Hell he could include Bridget O’Casey in his plans if he had to go past the giant of a man that was sleeping with her.
“Which means you’ll just have to leave her out.”
Feeling angry again, he pulled out his phone and called Mikey.
“Yea, Trevor?”
“Any idea what Bridget O’Casey does for a living out here?”
“Umm, yea. I texted you like an hour ago. Figured you’d really enjoy that shit when you saw it.”
Trevor squeezed the phone harder, wishing it was Mikey’s neck for playing games. “Well, obviously I haven’t, so talk.”
“Found her in the database for the academy . . . the police academy.”
Trevor laughed as his brain processed the news. A smile slid across his lips. He hung the phone up without uttering another word.
If Bridget O’Casey was at the department, it would make it so much easier to take her down. It removed the desire he had of sleeping with her first, but he got off just fine on ending police officers lives. Hers would be that much the sweeter.
Trevor chewed on his thumbnail and put the phone in his pocket as the bus pulled up to the curb. Bridget would fit into his plans perfectly. With everything mapped out, he didn’t need to grab her to include her in what would come soon enough.
Two cars, two crews. They were going to box the cops into their own fucking parking lot and take as many down as they could before getting the hell out of there. It lacked the finesse of his other plans, but this one was about sheer numbers and timing to get Bridget included into the mix.
Sitting on the bus, his entire body hummed with energy. It would take another day to learn more about the academy’s schedule. He preferred to get her when her boyfriend wasn’t around, but before the end of the week, the entire LAPD was going to feel the pain of their brothers in arms around them.
By the end of the week, Travis would walk away, scot-free.
“Yes! I won. Marcus, where the hell are you, man? Get your hide up and over here! We beat the girls. Well, I beat the girl.” Jeremy beamed down at Bridget with pride. “Come on, O’Casey, admit it. Guys are the better shot after all.”
Bridget glared up at him from her position on the ground. “I don’t know why the fuck they let you come back and partner up.” she growled as she looked at the mark on her shirt, the fatal simulation wound.
He gave her that deviously sexy side smirk of his. Bridget was torn between wanting to slap it off his face, and wanting to take him some place a little more private.
“Because,
cops have the option to take part in the final simulation battleground, firing training.”
“Yes, but I don’t understand why they let you do it.”
When he’d shown up that morning and announced he’d be participating, she’d been thrilled. All she’d wanted to do was show his ass up. Now, she was more than a tad grumpy they’d let him play.
“Hey, it’s barely been two weeks since I was a cop and I am a consultant until further notice. So, Chase really had no option but to let me play.” His tone of voice was so cocky and she wished it hadn’t also sounded so sexy because of his stupid accent.
She was still lying in on the ground, with bark of some sort digging into her arms, not to mention probably sticking to her training clothes, and he had the nerve to be so damn sexy. She couldn’t deny that he’d turned her on. Jeremy extended a hand to help her up. She lifted her chin defiantly and ignored it, pushing herself to her knees and promptly standing up.
Her eyes locked with his when she once she’d finished brushing some of the dirt off. “Ok, fine, Trellins, boys are better….at simunition shootings.”
She gave him a smirk of her own. He shook his head and chuckled.
Still laughing, Jeremy shrugged good naturedly. “Better than nothing, Darlin’.”
A playful light danced within his blue eyes. He looked a complete and total mess. His short chestnut brown hair was mussed and his bronzed arms were covered in paint splatters from the non-fatal hits he’d taken throughout the course. One of which had come from her. Yet his smile was still utterly perfect. As they turned to exit the small simulation course set up outside the building, Marcus rounded the corner. His still to long white-blond hair hung loose around his shoulders and he was grinning, almost as if he’d heard Jeremy shout through the building and that was impossible.
“Ahh, I feel so much better after a shower. The one benefit of having a lousy shot compared to you two is I get to shower earlier. The only problem with it is the damn locker room was crowded because of how fast you two fucking shoot people. Oh, and I passed by the way. Apparently, this was more fun for you two.” Marcus looked to Jeremy. “Who won?”
Jeremy grinned. Bridget opened her mouth, ready to make a comment. Marcus high-fived Jeremy. She glared at him instead and crossed her arms over her chest. She kind of hated him for being clean, too. She could feel whatever was in the shot starting to cake on her skin and she had enough dirt and sweat on her to turn anyone off.
“I just saw Ashley walking in. I’m shocked she lasted so long with you two. You know, O’Casey, you really should help her more with the no getting shot thing. You two could have won this as a team.”
“Thanks for the tip, Marcus. I’ll have to remember to tell Jeremy to look out for his next partner better than he did you.”
She smirked and Marcus jokingly put a hand to his chest and stumbled backward.
“Oh, how your words inflict so much pain.” he said, melodramatically and then smiled. “You should hit the showers too O’Casey. You’re not looking like your supermodel self.” Marcus teased and backed away as he saw her lift her arm in a playful swing.
“Shut up. He looks just as bad as I do.” She jerked her thumb in Jeremy’s direction.
She laughed when she caught sight of him. He did indeed look just as bad as she assumed she did.
Marcus was only playing about the supermodel comment but it still stung a little. They’d all grown to respect her enough that the little jab shouldn’t have bothered her. Knowing that so many people would look her in a uniform and not take her seriously still ruffled her feathers. If not for her expert shot, people would have taken a lot longer to take her seriously in the academy, too. The fact that she’d been a cop’s kid gave her a little credibility, but it was her shooting that had gotten her the most respect.
Before anyone else could get in a good natured rib, Chase walked up to the trio. “Good work, O’Casey. I’ll be lying if I didn’t say I’m upset Trellins got the best of you. But to be fair, you’ve only had a few months at this. If the DEA gives him a day off, I know I’d pay to watch a rematch.”
She smiled at him and stuck her tongue out at Jeremy, even if it was immature. “Thank you, sir. I did get in a shot on him, thankfully. That should shut him up for a little bit.”
Jeremy placed a quick kiss on her forehead. “That’s what you think. I still killed you.”
“Hey, watch that unprofessional shit on my watch.” Chase raised a brow at them and tsked. “You’d best clean up after such a blow, Miss O’Casey. It looks like you took quite a few superficial hits, too.”
“She sure did. But I was the one that finally took her down.”
She looked at Jeremy like he was making her sick and couldn’t help laughing at the gigantic smile on his lips. “Lord, that male ego on you southern boys certainly is something.”
They all laughed. Chase playfully slapped Jeremy across his back. “Seeing as how you’ve shot at real perps, it would have been embarrassing for you had you not. Don’t listen to him, O’Casey. Danvers hates cocky cops. Probably why he was so damned happy to pass this fool off to the DEA.”
Jeremy’s grin grew wider.
“All right, as I’m sure you were told, this was really just for fun. Congratulations, kid. As of a few hours ago, you officially passed your final entrance exam to the LAPD. Your session with Annalisse showed nothing unstable to match that outburst of yours.”
She felt like her heart was going to beat of her chest. She’d finally finished. It had taken her father’s death to give her the push she’d truly needed, but now she was able to do good, and in his name, too. She knew a huge smile had spread across her face. She could barely contain the desire to shout and tackle Jeremy in the process, so the smile would just have to stay.
“Thank you, sir. It’s been an honor to train under you.”
Chase laughed and pointed at Jeremy who looked steamed. “Might want to watch the wording before Trellins’ pops a blood vessel or something, but it’s been my pleasure. Now, you two, hit the showers and head out. Early day today. You’re expected back on Monday at 0600 hours to get your first official schedule and meet your partners.”
“Why? What’s up, Chase? We always have a little pizza party for the recruits after the game. What gives?”
Jeremy just couldn’t keep his mouth shut ever she was learning, but it did make her curious. Plus, she couldn’t totally hate that part about him since if he hadn’t bought her a drink when they’d first met, she wouldn’t be as happy as she was with him in her life right now.
Chase looked back and forth between the three of them. Bridget’s hackles rose with apprehension, automatically not liking where this was going. Chase cleared his throat and did his best to make eye contact only with Jeremy when he started talking.
“A cop, Sanders, was shot today. About three hours ago when the simunition course began. Luckily, his partner intervened. He’s in the hospital in pretty bad shape, but we’re told he will make it. We’re going to go check in on him in a few hours, give him some more personal time. In light of everything that’s been going on, well, Danvers isn’t convinced this isn’t connected to everything, so we’re running on a skeleton crew.”
Bridget gasped, sucking in air through her nose because her mouth was shut. Marcus shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, seeming to have already known and Jeremy let out a low curse. She hated that people were going after law enforcement like this. She hated that they were no closer to apprehending the perpetrators. A part of her was too disgusted to even comprehend that it had happened right in their own county, in the LAPD. Another part of her had enough sense to grasp onto the words with concern. She’d soon be an official a member of the LAPD in a few short days. They were going to be thrust into a world more dangerous than they had ever known because before the attacks had never been truly against them.
“Is there any chance they caught the people?” Her voice shook and she wished she had a modicum of control over it, but
she didn’t and Chase didn’t seem to notice her weakness.
“We did. There’s no way of knowing if this guy is connected to the bigger picture. However, we do have a small problem. Bridget, this could have been connected to your father.”
Bridget’s face paled. Her body swayed beneath the onslaught of his words. She wasn’t certain whether she moved, or if Jeremy had simply stepped up to stand behind her. Either way, her body slammed into his. Jeremy’s arms slid around her, holding her tightly against him. For a moment, the sky and ground seemed to merge together. The feel of Jeremy’s body against hers was the only thing that kept her rooted in place.
“How so, Chase?” Jeremy asked, the sound of his voice vibrating through every inch of her body and she was grateful he was there to ask the question she couldn’t force out.
“The guy that shot Sanders, we nailed him. His name was Mikey Tallenfo. A while back, your dad was a part of a bust that interrupted a gang committing armed robberies across the whole of Southern California. Two of the men were put behind bars. One for murder, and one named by the others for protection as the leader. Tallenfo was one of the ones not prosecuted. Now I’m wondering if that was a mistake.”
“Son of a bitch. It can’t be, can it?” Jeremy asked.
“Can’t be what?” Marcus prodded, a slight frown marring his forehead.
She was as confused as Marcus one moment, and then the next, she just wasn’t. “You think these guys are attacking all of the departments that had a hand in the bust?”
Chase nodded, the look on his face grim. “That’s exactly what we think, which could possibly put you in harm’s way, O’Casey. Ah, don’t say anything, Trellins. She’s got two patrol cars sitting outside her house already, and Ashley’s jeep was checked for bombs the minute the connection was made since they drove in together.”
