Cop Tales an Anthology for a Cause

by T. R. Cupak

  “Why’d you become a cop, Cowboy?” she asked.

  “It’s in my family. I always felt it in my bones. Knew I was meant for public service. Always wanted to save lives, help families, keep bad guys off the streets. Imminence may be a small town, but you have to make a difference in small places too.”

  He swore he saw her eyes get wet at his admission, but maybe it was just the smoke from the bar.

  Unfortunately, their quiet moment was interrupted before the song ended.

  “Get your hands off of my woman!” he heard a voice yelling above the music. Lauren’s head popped up off of his chest and Dillon was ripped away from her roughly. The guy looked like a jackass. He was a bit taller, but he had nothing on Dillon’s size and strength. Dillon was ready to fuck this dude up.

  “What the fuck, Garrett?!” she shouted.

  Oh, hell no. The ex-boyfriend.

  “I already got problems with you, motherfucker, but you touch me again and you’ll have bigger problems,” Dillon threatened.

  “You’ve got your hands all over my girlfriend.”

  “I thought you broke up?” Dillon directed his question at Lauren.

  “We did,” Lauren replied. No bullshit.

  He looked back at Garrett. “Welp, it sounds like she’s not your girlfriend anymore, buddy. And since I’m enjoying her company right now, why don’t you get the fuck outta here?” he suggested almost nicely.

  “No. Lauren, come on, honey. Don’t do this to me,” Garrett begged.

  Dillon was done listening. He stepped in front of Lauren and squared his broad shoulders at the douchebag. If Garrett wanted Lauren, he was gonna have to get through Dillon first. And that just wasn’t fucking happening. Ever.

  “Leave the lady alone, fucknut.”

  “Dillon, please. Let’s just get out of here,” Lauren requested from behind him. If she hadn’t taken his attention away from Garrett, what happened next probably would not have happened.

  A punch to the gut took Dillon’s breath away for a second, but it just didn’t have enough power behind it to take him down. Oh no. Dillon had more than enough strength and stamina and experience getting popped that he was just fucking fine. He was pissed though. And it was not good for a cop in a bar to be pissed.

  Dillon quickly pulled his arm back and punched Garrett in the face. Under his fist, he felt the asshole’s cartilage buckle and the bones in his nose crunch. And he wasn’t sorry. He may have to answer some questions at the beginning of his next shift, but he didn’t regret this one bit.

  Garrett dropped to his knees, gripping his nose and shouting out in pain.

  “Dillon!” Lauren shouted. “I can’t believe you fucking hit him!”

  Dillon turned to face her, ready to fake apologize. But instead of looking angry, she was smiling. She looked so fucking happy. Dillon grinned back. “I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it!” he yelled above the music that had started up again with zero regard to the mayhem that had occurred on the dance floor.

  “Don’t be sorry!” she laughed. “That was fuckin’ awesome! Let’s get out of here!” Her eyes twinkled and her smile sparkled in the dance lights and Dillon suddenly couldn’t wait to get her alone. He pulled her off the dance floor, hoping there was more to this night than just two-stepping and knocking out an ex-boyfriend.

  “Lauren!” he heard Garrett shout from behind them. “I’m going to tell the squad leader about this!”

  She stopped, looked at Dillon, and rolled her eyes. She turned back to Garrett who was now on his feet and headed toward them, his hand cupped under his bleeding nose. “I’ve already told Craig what you did to me, asshole. You think he gives a shit what I do on my time off? You think he didn’t encourage me to get the fuck away from you for a minute?”

  Those words seemed to work. Garrett shut his mouth, pursed his lips, and shook his head. “Fine. But you” —he turned his attention to Dillon— “I’m pressing charges, hillbilly.”

  Dillon laughed. “Go for it, dick. You head right down to the sheriff’s office and file those charges. I work there. Deputy Dillon Yates is my name. Need a pen to take notes? Everyone at the station knows me. You can just have them call me and I’ll get them the witness list. At least twenty people in this bar saw you hit me first. I’m sure it’ll go over really well for you.”

  “He’s not going to press charges, Dillon,” Lauren chimed in. “Because if he does, I’ll have to have another discussion with our squad leader and that conversation is not going to go well for him.”

  “Bitch isn’t fuckin’ worth it,” Garrett said to no one in particular. He turned on a heel and headed back to the rest of their crew. Dillon wanted to kick his ass all over again for calling Lauren a bitch.

  “I don’t care if he creates trouble for me, but I do care if he gives you a hard time,” Dillon said, truly concerned. “You sure he’s not going over there and drumming up support and making enemies for you? He gonna cause you trouble tomorrow?”

  Lauren shrugged. “He might, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. The guys he’s with are all on my side.”

  “Baby, that’s a dangerous job you have. The thought of you being out there with someone who might wish you harm freaks me out.”

  It did. The thought of anyone hurting Lauren hit Dillon in a place he’d never felt before. He felt a need to protect her. A need to claim. Where on earth is this coming from?

  “You’re sweet. I’ll be fine.” She smiled. “Let’s get out of here.” She raised her eyebrows suggestively and Dillon felt his cock jump a little bit. He hoped she meant what he thought she meant.

  He spotted Cole, who was practically fucking one of his frequent flyers up against the wall near the bathrooms. Cole knew how to get home – or not get home – so Dillon wasn’t worried. He’d send him a courtesy text. From the looks of it, Cole was going to be just fine tonight. Dillon pulled Lauren out the front door and into the parking lot.

  “We’ve got all night now. What do you want to do with it?” Dillon asked, hoping Lauren wasn’t going to tell him to take her back to fire camp.

  She looked up at him and gave him a coy smile as they walked to his truck. “I don’t know. I guess there are a few options.”

  “Give ‘em to me.”

  “Well, you could take me back to fire camp and we could say our goodbyes and chalk this up to that fun night where you defended my honor by punching my asshole ex-boyfriend.”

  “I don’t like that option,” he replied quickly. He didn’t. The idea of saying goodbye to Lauren made his stomach hurt. Weird. “What’s option two?”

  “You could take me back to your place?” she suggested.

  “Yeah?” he asked, wanting her to be sure.

  “Yeah,” she confirmed.

  Oh yeah.

  “What do you wanna do back at my place, baby?” he asked, bringing them to a stop next to his truck. He looked down at her. Damn, she’s beautiful.

  “I want you,” she said, smiling and biting her lip, while tiptoeing her fingers up his chest, “to make me forget all about that asshole in there.” She put her index finger on his lips and Dillon couldn’t stop himself from touching it with the tip of his tongue. Lauren apparently took that as an invitation, because she slowly pushed her finger into his mouth.

  He sucked.

  Her eyes closed. A look of pleasure crossed her face.

  Yeah, we’re fuckin’ doing this.

  Dillon released her finger and exhaled the breath he’d been holding. She did the same and opened her eyes.

  “Help me burn him out of my brain. Please?” she asked.

  Mission: Accepted.

  “If you’re asking me to take you back to my place and rock your world in my bedroom, baby, you don’t need to say please.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he leaned down toward her, his eyes locked on her delicious looking mouth. She giggled in response.

  “No strings. No complications. Just one night. Dillon, take me back to your place and rock my world,” she wh
ispered her command.

  Dillon didn’t respond in words. Instead, he devoured her mouth with his. She gasped in pleasure and he used the opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped up, locking her legs around his waist. Dillon pushed her up against the door of his truck, grinding his dick on the seam of her pants. Lauren went wild in response, moaning a bit too loudly for a busy parking lot, but Dillon didn’t care. If he had to explain the assault and battery inside of the bar to his boss, he could explain the public indecency outside of the bar as well.

  “Oh my god, Dillon. I can’t wait. Fuck me. Right now up against the side of your truck,” she breathed out.

  He could only groan in response. The request sounded incredibly hot, but it was a request he could not fulfill.

  Because it wasn’t going to be enough.

  “My house is five minutes away and I need to feel your naked body against mine,” he rasped against her mouth. “I want to take my time with you. Eat your pussy and worship your tits before I fuck you, baby. In my bed.”

  “Well, when you put it that way,” she pouted, biting his lip. “I guess I can wait five minutes.”

  Fucking cute.

  The drive home only took three minutes this time.

  Chapter Six

  Lauren couldn’t believe she was doing this. A one night stand with a hot cop in a small fire camp town. She’d never done this before, but she was currently loving it. They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other as they jumped out of his truck and moved toward the front door of Dillon’s house.

  Hands. Lips. Tongues. Teeth. Once they were through the front door, shoes were flipped off. Socks tossed. Pants dropped. He directed her toward his bedroom because that’s where Dillon said he wanted her and Lauren sure as hell wasn’t going to deprive him of what he wanted. Not now. He pulled his t-shirt off and Lauren caught herself inhaling sharply when she saw him in all his glory.

  His body was amazing. Strong. Powerful. His large hands manhandled her out of her t-shirt and tossed her on the bed, as if she weighed absolutely nothing. She was completely at his mercy in nothing but her unattractive gray sports bra and non-matching hot pink boy short underwear. But the look of lust on his face sent a shiver through her body.

  “Jesus, fuck, baby. You were hiding this sexy, curvy body in those clothes,” he said on an exhale.

  “I’m a firefighter, Dillon. You want me to wear sexy dresses at fire camp?”

  He shook his head. “Fuck no. I don’t want anyone else to know what you’ve got goin’ on. This is all mine.”

  Oh shit. Lauren didn’t need that. This was supposed to be one night. This was not supposed to be about laying claim to any one. But then Dillon pulled her sports bra up over her nipples and latched onto one with his mouth and she forgot all about whatever it was he said.

  Fuck.

  Her body writhed as he sucked and then switched to her other nipple. The spot between her legs was desperate for friction, so she thrusted her hips and grinded on Dillon’s leg.

  “Patience, hotshot,” he grumbled as he nipped the underside of her breast.

  “Need you,” she moaned. She was having trouble thinking of any other words.

  “Where do you need me?” he asked, looking up with a raised eyebrow as he swirled his tongue in her belly button.

  Holy god.

  Lauren felt that all the way down in her toes. They curled in reflex.

  “Can’t wait to unwrap this,” Dillon said as he started to pull her underwear down.

  Oh no.

  Panic hit her. Not because she didn’t want to do this with Dillon. But there are two fundamental truths for any hotshot firefighter during fire season. First, with sixteen hour shifts, you have a choice to make every day: sacrifice an extra thirty minutes of sleep in order to shower, or sleep the extra thirty minutes and wash your essentials with baby wipes. Second, on the days when one decided to take a real shower, personal grooming wasn’t high on the list of priorities.

  Thus, the panic.

  Lauren was grateful she’d showered and shaved her legs after she left the Pine Ridge fire yesterday…but she hadn’t exactly trimmed up her bikini line.

  She pulled away from him.

  “Hey, hey, baby. What’s wrong?” Dillon looked concerned as he searched her eyes for a reason. The look on his face hit Lauren square in the chest. He wasn’t worried about getting laid. No, Dillon was worried about Lauren. And that made her want to throw her arms around him and never let him go.

  “Sorry,” she said, sheepishly. “I just want you to know that I’m usually much better groomed in this general area, but it’s fire season and you’re, frankly, kind of lucky that my legs are freshly shaved.”

  Dillon grinned and then pulled her underwear all the way down her legs, chucking it over his shoulder. He spread her legs, baring Lauren completely to him. She cringed for a split second, but didn’t have time to continue her humiliation because Dillon’s mouth was suddenly on her. Licking. Sucking. Biting.

  Holy fuck.

  “Dillon,” she whispered reverently. He was worshiping her pussy and it was all she could do to keep from screaming.

  He looked up at her from between her legs. She couldn’t see his mouth, but she knew exactly where it was. “This seem like I fuckin’ care that you haven’t waxed recently?” he asked, his eyes twinkling.

  “No,” she replied.

  “You’re fucking delicious, hotshot. I’ll need seconds later tonight,” he said as he latched his mouth back onto her clit and plunged two fingers into her core.

  Shit.

  Lauren’s body bucked up and Dillon started humming on her clit. “That’s right, baby. Fuck my face,” he said as she jerked toward him, wanting more of his fingers and his mouth.

  And boy did he deliver.

  “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” she chanted, appropriate for the religious experience she was currently having.

  “Come on my face. Give it to me, hotshot,” he pleaded as he added another finger. Lauren moved her hands from the short hair on his head to her nipples and began pinching herself. He stretched her cunt and sucked on her clit, all the while watching her pleasuring herself from his vantage point between her legs and Lauren had never been hotter in her entire life. This was fucking mind blowing and they weren’t even having actual intercourse yet.

  She couldn’t wait to get his cock inside of her. And that thought sent her over the edge.

  “Holy shit! Holy fuck! Holy god!” she shouted, probably too loudly, but thankfully Dillon didn’t live in an apartment, and though she may have missed the door opening and closing, she didn’t think Dillon’s roommate had come back home during this epic head session.

  She heard Dillon chuckle from between her legs. She lifted her head up from the pillow.

  “Don’t laugh at me, asshole.”

  “Don’t mistake my laughter for anything other than me being pleased with myself for being able to do that to you,” Dillon replied, serious.

  Lauren smiled in response. “I’m pretty pleased myself.”

  “I got that, hotshot. Pleased you’re pleased.”

  “You gonna let me get my hands and mouth all over that big dick now?” she asked, her tone sweet, her eyelashes batting.

  “Fuck,” Dillon said on an exhale. Lauren started scrambling on the bed to get to him, but Dillon stopped her. With both hands on her shoulders, he pushed her down into the pillows. He climbed over her and spread her legs with his knee.

  “Dillon,” she gasped. “I want my turn.”

  “You’ll get your turn, baby. We’ve got all night. But first I want to take this sweet pussy with my cock.”

  Lauren had another orgasm right there. Maybe it was just aftershocks from the first one, but it caused her head to drop back and her eyes to close. “You have a way with words, Cowboy.” She opened her eyes to the sound of a condom wrapper crinkling and watched Dillon roll it down over his beautiful cock. “Mmmm
mmm,” she hummed, knowing she was about to get masterfully fucked if Dillon was as good with his dick as he was with his mouth.

  He leaned over her and kissed her slowly, sweetly. She felt the head of his cock brushing against her core and her hips pushed toward him. It was less of an invitation and more of a ‘hurry the fuck up and get in here’ movement, but Dillon didn’t take the hint. He kept worshiping her mouth, her neck, her breasts. She ran her hands up his muscular arms to his well-defined shoulders. She curled her hands up under his armpits and ran her fingernails down his back as he sucked her left nipple into her mouth. They both hissed at the other’s actions. She moved her hands further down to his ass and gave him a squeeze and a push.

  “I need you inside me,” she whispered. Dillon came up from her breasts and looked her in the eyes as he slowly, carefully granted her request and pushed inside of her, stretching her to capacity.

  “Shit, baby,” he said, his eyes glazing over in pleasure.

  “Oh my god, Dillon,” she gasped. He brushed her g-spot as he pushed in all the way, his hips touching hers. “Fuck, you’re so deep.”

  “Tell me no one has ever been this deep before,” he requested before kissing her cheek softly, not moving his hips, just staying seated inside of her. It was as if he was trying to touch her in all places at once.

  Lauren didn’t have any problem with telling him that, because it was true. No one had ever been so deep before.

  “No one,” she said. He thrust his hips, causing her to gasp. “Oh my god, never. No one has ever been so deep.”

  Dillon pulled out, the head of his cock just inside of her, and then thrust back in hard.

  “You feel so good,” he said.

  Fuck. Dillon felt good, but Lauren had no more words. Only moans. She tilted her hips and he thrust even deeper. Their breathing came out ragged and uneven, yet they were doing it together, so it felt like a rhythm. It felt choreographed. It felt like they’d done this a million times before, except it was still new and beautiful and so erotic.

  “Oh my god, I’m gonna come,” she warned him.