Center Mass

by Lani Lynn Vale

  I chanced a look over to Reese to see her smiling wide.

  “You’re enjoying this,” I said, shaking my head.

  She giggled. “Yes!”

  She was practically bouncing in her seat with excitement.

  It was another two minutes of following the car before whomever was behind the wheel realized he was being pulled over.

  As I angled myself behind him, I reached into the floor board and pulled the Kevlar vest up, slipping it on over my shoulder before strapping it down tight.

  Reese watched me with wide eyes as I angled out of the car and approached the passenger side window.

  The street we were on was two lanes with no shoulder, so it was safer for not only me, but the driver to approach on the passenger side.

  As I made it to the window, I said, “License and Registration.”

  The young girl looked scared shitless.

  She was young. Maybe sixteen or seventeen.

  As she reached into the glove compartment, my eyes stayed on her hands, watching for weapons.

  A police officer’s job was tough.

  A traffic stop could turn fatal for the officer in a matter of milliseconds.

  That’s why cops always got a bad rap for shooting too quickly.

  We’re out there putting our lives on the line.

  I’ve had a gun pointed at me so many times I can’t count them all on my fingers. Which had made me jaded.

  My life’s always going to be put first.

  Always.

  “I don’t have my license,” she whispered, weeping now.

  I sighed. “How old are you?”

  She sniffled. “Fifteen.”

  I rubbed my forehead with my hand.

  “Okay, get out of the car,” I ordered.

  She started crying harder, but she got out, closing the door behind her.

  “Why were you going so fast?” I asked.

  “My sister called me ten minutes ago crying about needing a ride because her boyfriend dumped her while she was at a party with him. My parents were asleep, and I thought I could get there and back without them noticing,” she explained between hiccupping sobs.

  I wanted to groan.

  “What’s your name?” I asked.

  “Macy. Macy Rubio,” she told me.

  “Alright, I’ll get you seated in the back of the cruiser, and we’ll go get your sister. Then we’re going to take you home and wake your parents. I’ll need your keys so I can move your car,” I said.

  She handed her keys over as I walked her to the back of my SUV, opening the door and helping her in the door.

  I got in her car and moved it further off the road, turning on the blinkers before getting out.

  I walked to my door and got in, giving Reese an apologetic smile that she returned.

  “Where am I going?” I asked.

  The girl had calmed down minutely, but she was still sniffling every few seconds.

  “The next road down. Last house on the right,” she said.

  The drive was silent, and I knew immediately which house it was because of the sheer amount of cars and people in front of the house.

  “What’s your sister look like?” I asked.

  Then I saw the booze and smoke billowing up from the numerous people on the front lawn, and sighed, picking up my radio.

  “Dispatch, I have a 10-15 in progress. I’m gonna need backup. Multiple units,” I said, reading them off the address.

  They’d run if I tried to go by myself, but at least if I had more than just me, it’d be slightly more contained.

  Most would still get away, but quite a few would be caught. Then those caught would turn over more. Nobody wanted to go down alone.

  “They all look underage,” Reese murmured, scanning the area.

  My fingers tapped impatiently on the steering wheel. “Yep. That’s why I called it in. This isn’t good. A lot of these kids will drive home, and possibly kill someone in the process.”

  I didn’t want to be stuck out here by myself when all those kids started running.

  And they would.

  She nodded. “There was a wreck not too long ago back home. A kid killed a high school senior who’d been set to graduate the next Friday. It was horrible.”

  “I heard about it. It was a sophomore who hit him, right?” I asked, keeping my eye on the lawn.

  “That’s my sister,” Macy whispered, pointing toward a young blonde who came out of the house on the arm of a jock.

  I recognized him as a football player.

  I’d been working the game at the college last Friday when he’d thrown the game winning pass.

  “That her boyfriend?” I asked her.

  Macy nodded. “Trent Dawes. He’s the quarterback for Kilgore College,” She confirmed my suspicion.

  Starting my SUV, I moved it to where it was taking up as much of the road as I could, then got out.

  “Trent Dawes?” I called.

  The young football player looked up as he opened the door to his truck. Then, like I knew he would, yelled, “Cops!”

  It wasn’t loud, per say, but only one person needed to hear it to repeat it. And repeat it they did.

  Kids started running in all directions. Some for their cars. Others for the woods on the other side of the road.

  They started scrambling like ants that had their mound disturbed.

  It was always comical to see the chaos. Luckily, though, the other boys in blue showed up just in time for the show.

  And we put on one hell of a party.

  Chapter 10

  Men are usually too focused on the cleavage in the shirt to see the crazy in the eyes.

  -Life Lesson

  Luke

  “Those parents didn’t look too happy with their kids,” Reese smiled as we walked hand in hand into the Whataburger.

  No, they hadn’t. In fact, the father had been downright livid.

  Which was good.

  Parents needed to instill the fear of God into their children.

  If more people did that, there wouldn’t be as many over indulged shitheads running around this earth.

  The quarterback, for instance.

  He’d been adamant that he wouldn’t be going to jail.

  I’d only smiled, because it was more than evident to me by the weed I’d found in his pocket that he was.

  He’d learn that he wasn’t invincible, and that being the star of the college wouldn’t give him a free ride in the real world.

  “No, they didn’t. But that’s good. Kids, now-a-days, don’t have the same discipline that we had. You wouldn’t believe how many young kids I arrest every week and their parents could give half a shit.”

  “I tried to sneak out once in high school, and my father locked the window I snuck out of after I left,” Reese said, smiling at the memory fondly. “He wrote me a note on the back door telling me he left me a blanket on the rocking chair on the back porch, and to enjoy my night outside. It was awful.”

  I snorted. “My dad’s a police chief in Wyoming. The last time I snuck out of the house, he had one of his boys arrest me and leave me in the drunk tank all night. It was awful, and I smelled like shit when I finally got out the next morning. And he made my mom pick me up, which was even worse, because I hate disappointing my momma.”

  She laughed at that, I’m sure picturing a younger me having to explain what I’d done to my mother.

  “My sister had a falling out with my father when she was younger. It was awful. My dad would ask about my sister. My sister would ask about my dad. They were both so freakin’ stubborn. Now, if you saw them together, you wouldn’t know they ever had a problem. That they’d refused to talk to each other for years,” Reese said, taking a pull of her milkshake.

  I wouldn’t. I’d seen them together at the party last week. It only went to show that I didn’t know everything.

  “Your old flame is across the aisle staring at you like you’re her missing teddy bear,” she said, stirring
her shake with the straw before pulling it out and wrapping her tongue around the end.

  My cock hardened, and suddenly it was a smidge hard to breathe without panting.

  “What’s she look like?” I asked, trying my hardest to control myself as she licked the straw clean before answering.

  “Long black hair, green eyes. Straight, pretty white teeth. Big boobs,” she murmured, dipping the straw back into the ice cream. “The one from the bakery.”

  Watching the movement avidly, I explained. “That’s my ex-girlfriend, Lydia. I still haven’t figured out why she’s here. The last time I talked to her was six years ago.”

  Her brows rose. “Six years is a long time. I never heard any of the details of why y’all broke up, other than her not liking the fact that you had a kid.”

  She was digging, trying not to look as interested as I knew she was.

  I shrugged. “It was an average breakup, I guess. She didn’t want kids and I had a kid. It’s not like I can really get rid of the kid I do have to make her happy. I think I truly surprised her when I chose Katerina over her. We broke up once she admitted that, and I moved down here within the month.”

  Her mouth had dropped open. “You had the kid before you met her, obviously. Who the hell would just get rid of a kid because the new girlfriend didn’t want kids?”

  I shrugged. “Don’t know. I assume there’s more to the story. Her father was pretty uptight, and didn’t like me having a child out of wedlock. I assume that Lydia made me sound worse than I really was. I had a feeling during the entire relationship that it wouldn’t work out. I told myself that I was just passing the time with her, though. That was the only reason I stayed with her for so long when I knew it wouldn’t work out.”

  She sat back in her chair, a smile on her face. “So you used her for sex?”

  I shook my head. “No. That’s not what I said.”

  “Oh?” She asked. “Then what did you mean?”

  “It means that I was having fun. She was an amusement, one that might have turned into something more in time, but wore out her welcome when she told me she didn’t like my child,” I said coldly.

  I wouldn’t have said it as coldly if I hadn’t seen Lydia stand up in the mirror above Reese’s head. Just having her anywhere near me set my skin to crawling. Just as it’d done when I’d left her.

  I saw her flinch and turn around, as did Reese, who gave me a sympathetic look.

  “You’ve got this twitch…right above your eye,” she said, a grin playing at the corner of her lip. “I think I really like you. I didn’t think anyone could be as mean as I could.”

  “Are you done yet, or are you just going to play with that straw with your talented tongue?” I asked, exasperated.

  She winked.

  “What,” she asked, licking the straw completely before sucking it into her mouth. “Does this bother you?”

  She was playing with fire.

  “You know,” I said, standing slowly. “I’ve had one hell of a week. I’m running on fumes, and you’re getting really close to pushing my last button.”

  She stood too, taking the half eaten milkshake with her.

  “And what button’s that?” She asked over her shoulder.

  I took in the view of her backside. The tight black pants that molded to her ass perfectly. Her long hair that just brushed the top of her butt… just begging for me to sink my fingers into it. A handhold I could pull while I fucked her hard from behind.

  “I’m not an easy man.” I said softly behind her. “I’m rough. I have a kid. My job’s demanding and I won’t be able to devote a lot of time to you.”

  She snorted. “I’m not an easy woman. I’m emotional. I have baggage. I’m loud. My kid requires a lot of my attention. And I PMS once a month.”

  In one swift move, I pinned her up against the side of my cruiser.

  Her body went limp, and her fingers went to my shirt, clutching it in her fists.

  My mouth slammed down on hers. Weeks of sexual frustration coming out into the kiss.

  She tasted like vanilla ice cream.

  Soft and smooth, and oh, so sweet.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” I said against her lips. “When I get you into my bed, I won’t let you up for air for weeks.”

  She grinned, pulling in the air I’d just exhaled before saying, “We have kids. You’ve got until ten A.M. Tops.”

  I leaned forward. “That’s enough time…for now.”

  Chapter 11

  Nice pants. Now take them off so I can fuck you. Unless you’re not fond of them, then I’ll take care of them for you.

  -Luke

  Reese

  We never made it further than Luke’s garage.

  I was nervous.

  Would it show that I hadn’t had sex in years?

  As I looked at Luke, his grip on the steering wheel, the large outline of his cock behind his black pants, I started to panic.

  Which was why we never made it inside.

  He must’ve sensed my panic when he rolled his cruiser into the garage and turned it off.

  He looked over at me, eyelids low and gave me a wolfish grin before the hand that wasn’t held in mine snaked out, unbuckled both seatbelts, and hauled me across the console.

  I went, folding my legs up until I straddled him, knees planted on either side of his hips.

  On one side the seatbelt dug into my knee. The other, the door and his gun.

  But my uncomfortableness suddenly took a flying leap and bound out the window when warm, wet lips descended upon my own.

  He captured my bottom lip between his teeth and bit down lightly, bucking upwards at the same time.

  My eyes became hooded as the heat of his cock rubbed against my sex, causing need to zip through my body like an electrical current.

  My breathing picked up. My heart rate increased. My nipples beaded, and my sex started to leak.

  When he sucked my lip, I leaned forward and backward, working my core along his stiff length, bumping into his gun belt on each forward movement.

  His hands traveled up my sides, encountering the hastily made cuts of my shirt where I’d stripped them of their sleeves earlier that morning.

  The fabric was jagged, only being held together at my sides by a thin piece of material that covered my lower ribs and belly.

  His thumbs hooked into my sports bra, sliding it up until my breasts burst free from their confines, only covered now by a threadbare piece of material. The material of my sports bra was bunched up around my armpits, and I relished in the feeling. Something about him not removing my shirt made the whole situation naughtier…hotter.

  His eyes were laser focused on my breasts as my nipples beaded even more, standing out in stark relief against my gray shirt.

  “So sexy,” he groaned, letting his thumbs travel under my shirt to brush against my distended nipples.

  I gasped, leaning into his touch.

  He grinned as he took the side of the material on each side, pinching the two arm holes together so my breasts were exposed.

  They felt heavy with need as he studied them.

  Then, slowly, he leaned forward and gave one breast a long, languid lick. Then he blew on it, making them harden impossibly more.

  “Oh, God,” I said, feeling the act like a shock to my pussy.

  He grinned before repeating the process on the other nipple.

  My hands started to grapple with his Kevlar vest.

  Once I had that off and tossed carelessly into the passenger side floor board, I worked on his shirt, followed shortly by a white undershirt.

  He held his arms up and hunched his shoulders to make the removal easier, and I was thankful.

  The confining space of the car was impairing my ability to maneuver, and making them jerky with pent up need.

  He left my shirt where it was, pinned in place between my breasts as he leaned forward and sucked one rosy nipple into his mouth, suckling on it like a starving man.

&n
bsp; My hands found his hair, and I clamped down on it while I moved my hips against his cock, faster and faster.

  His free hand pinched my other nipple, teasing a hint of pain out of my pleasure.

  “Oh, God,” I said, feeling an all too familiar feeling start to barrel through me.

  Noticing my frenzied movement, his mouth left my breast and switched to the other nipple, suckling hard while his free hand moved down my stomach.

  His nimble fingers slipped under the waistband of first my pants, then my panties.

  His fingers felt utterly right as they worked their way through my slippery folds, past my clit and straight into my pussy.

  His two large, rough fingers working my empty channel was exactly what I needed to tip over the edge of that cliff.

  I crashed. Hard.

  Moaning loudly, I threw my head back and rode his fingers through my orgasm.

  His mouth on my nipple never stopped as I practically flooded his fingers with my release.

  It was so intense, in fact, that I wasn’t aware of the movement of our bodies until I felt my back hit something smooth and unyielding.

  My shoes were the first to go, followed by my socks, pants, and panties.

  He left my shirt where it was, as my legs fell open to his hot gaze.

  I was wet and swollen, and the expression on his face had me rearing to go again. No recovery time needed.

  His eyes studied my face, my body spread out on the hood of a car.

  I briefly noticed it was a deep, midnight purple that was buffed to perfection.

  Then all thoughts of the car I was currently occupying the hood of died when he reached for his back pocket and withdrew a wallet.

  His fingers searched inside the depths, coming out with a foil square that he held between his teeth as he unzipped his pants and maneuvered his thick length out of the opening.

  My mind blanked as I caught sight of the beauty.

  Large and thick, I briefly wondered if it’d hurt going into me, but just as quickly dismissed it. I didn’t care if it hurt. In fact, I kind of wanted it to hurt.

  He smiled and ripped the foil packet open with his teeth, removing the condom and pinching the tip before working the latex down over his stiff dick.

  My eyes were drawn to his balls that hung between his legs as he gave his condom-clad cock a few short tugs. With each movement, his balls swung, and my mouth watered.