by Christa Lynn
I move up behind and slide my hard as steel cock against her firm ass. She bends a little at the waist and lines her pussy up against the tip of my cock. Then she slams backwards, impaling herself on my cock. “Shit!”
But she doesn’t let up, she takes control and continues to pull forward, then slamming back down on to me. I let her get her rhythm, and then I join in her thrusts. The only sounds are the shower running, our heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin. Then Sydney lets out a moan, slow and low. Her reaction to me fucking her is my undoing, and I unload deep inside her.
As I thrust hard one last time, pressing my hips against her ass, she screams my name and I feel her pussy milking my cock.
We stay like that for what feels like hours, until the water starts running cold and chill bumps cover Sydney’s back. I slowly extract my cock from her still throbbing pussy and reach over, turning the water off.
She straightens up and turns to face me. The look in her eyes is pure, unadulterated bliss.
Her facial muscles are relaxed and her skin is glowing, though I don’t know if it’s from the heat of the shower, or her orgasm. Course, the water was cold by the end so I assume the latter. Her lips curl up in a seductive smirk and my dick jumps at the sight.
“We’re supposed to be down at the station. Chuck wants to see us.”
“Us?” She asks.
“Umm, yeah, he told me to bring you with me.”
“Does he know.......?” Her eyes drop to the floor. I reach up and gently nudge her chin to look up at me.
“I don’t know, and I don’t care. I didn’t tell him, if that’s what you’re asking. But he’s a smart man, he can figure stuff out on his own.” I tell her.
“Shit, he’s gonna freak out.”
“Why would he freak out? He has no control over you, or me.”
“I know, but we have to work together on this case, he might think our judgement will be cloudy if he knows.”
“Well, we won’t tell him. Keep him guessing, right? As long as we keep it professional while working, he won’t have an issue.”
“Ok, but.........” She pauses.
“But what?”
“Did we make a mistake?” She asks, suddenly very somber.
“A mistake? Making each other feel good and taking our mind off of things? You think it was a mistake?” I step back from her, removing my fingers from her chin.
“I...I don’t know, maybe? We need to be focused on this case, so that we can nab this guy before he hurts another girl. Feelings aren’t a good thing to put in the middle.” She says as she turns from me and walks to the bedroom. I watch her hips sway as she walks.
I shake my head and peel my eyes off of her ass and follow her to the bedroom, but she’s not there. I grab my jeans and tee shirt and head out to follow her. I find her standing in the living room, staring over the New York streets. She’s still naked, the curve of her hips sloping gently to her thighs.
I walk up behind her and put my arms around her, pulling her back against my chest. She leans her head back against my shoulder and my hands instinctively roam to her full breasts. But she stops me, placing my hands against her stomach.
“We need to go, Gabe. Chuck is waiting.”
And she steps from my grasp and heads back to the bedroom.
I decide this time, not to follow. My boots and socks are out here, so I sit down on the sofa and tug them on. I can tell she has distanced herself from me, but I realize she’s right. If we are going to work together, we need to keep our feelings out of this.
A few minutes later she comes out, fresh faced and dressed in khaki pants and a gauzy blouse. Simple, but elegant. A low heel boot tops it off. As she grabs her sweater and scarf out of the coat closet, I grab my jacket as well. She hasn’t spoken, and neither have I. Maybe things are better left unsaid at this point.
“Are you hungry?” I ask as we walk out the door.
“A little. We can stop at the deli on the way, they serve bagels and other things in the mornings.”
Funny, I had no idea. I typically skip breakfast and.........before I can finish that thought, she is out the door heading towards the elevator. I trudge behind her, following her like a lost puppy again. I realize then that I’ll follow her anywhere. She takes her phone and presses a button, placing it to her ear. “Beth, it’s Doctor DeCarlo. I need you to cancel all of my appointments today and tomorrow. Something’s come up and I’ll be out of the office. Take a few days’ vacation, I’ll see you on Wednesday.” She tells what must be her receptionist, or assistant.
As the doors open into the lobby, her heels clicking on the marble floor, we head outside.
The temperature has dropped a bit since yesterday, and the wind is a bit stronger. Her hair flows frantically in the wind and she struggles to get it behind her ears. She reaches in to her bag and pulls out a hair tie, quickly wrapping it up and securing it behind her head. I admire the column of her neck and her creamy skin. Jesus, Gabe. You need to snap out of this and get back to the task at hand. There is no way you are going to be able to focus on this case if you keep getting a hard on over this woman.
After grabbing a bagel and coffee, we make our way to the station. We walk in companionable silence, just making small talk and not paying attention to our surroundings.
Which, as a cop, is a bad idea.
Suddenly a guy comes around the corner and slams right into Sydney, knocking her down.
Her coffee goes flying and the contents of her purse scatter across the sidewalk, including her gun. She lands in a thunk and immediately jumps for her gun, “WHAT THE FUCK!” She screams out.
But the guy who plowed into her kept going, no apologies or anything. I look back and see the guy, black sweatshirt with the hood pulled over his head, hands in his pockets. I start to go after him, but Sydney gets up, brushing the dirt and grime from the concrete off of her pants.
“Mother fucker.” She says. “That’s the third time in two days some asshole has bumped into me. These rude fuckers need to watch where they’re going.” She stands up chuckling.
“What did you say?”
She looks at me in confusion, a questioning look in her eyes.
“Did you say that’s the third time that’s happened?”
She nods, still looking confused.
“What? It’s New York, Gabe. People get bumped into all the time, what’s the issue?”
I stand back and try and focus on the asshole that just slammed into her and then walked the hell off. Shaking my head, I decide not to worry Syd with it right now. “Nothing, I guess.
Just.....people need to be nicer I guess.”
Sure, lame I know. But I suddenly have a gut feeling, and my gut is usually right.
Chapter 12
“Fucking idiot.” I whisper to myself, but I know Gabe heard me. I flash back to the first time someone slammed into me, and then realize it was right in this same spot. Well, not exactly, but at the same corner right by my favorite coffee shop. “Son of a bitch.” I say as I see the dark coffee stain on my pants. “Shit, I need to go back home and change, Gabe. You go on, I’ll meet you there in a few. Probably not a bad idea that we don’t show up together anyway.
I see a worrisome look in Gabe’s eyes. “Relax, I’ll be fine.” I say as I gather the contents of my purse and shove them back in. “I’m packing, remember? And, I’ve shot someone before, so I’m not afraid to use it, Gabe. Go on, really. I’ll be fine.”
I can tell he doesn’t want to go on without me, but I refuse to be a prisoner in my own city. I know self defense and I have a gun, a pretty powerful gun at that. I’m prepared and I refuse to allow myself to give in.
He leans in and presses a gentle kiss on my lips while tucking an errant strand of hair behind my ears. “You sure?” He asks, angst on his face.
“I’m positive. Go.....I’m just going to run up and change, then I’ll meet you there. I’ll be ten minutes behind you.”
“Okay, but you c
all me if you notice anything out of the ordinary.”
“Gabe, I’m a big girl. And this is New York. How can you tell if something isn’t ordinary?
Nothing about this city is ordinary, Gabe. I’ll be fine, see you in a few minutes.” And I turn on my heel, headed back to my apartment. The wind blows a strand hair in my eyes, and I can feel Gabe’s eyes on me. I know he’s going to just wait here for me, but I don’t turn back or acknowledge that I know he’s still there.
I then hear his footsteps behind me, coming towards me rapidly as if he is running. I stop short and make an abrupt turn towards him, but my body is suddenly slammed to the ground again. Darkness covers my eyes and I feel a crack on the sidewalk, realizing that’s my head. I flinch at the pain, but I keep my wits about me, rolling over and kicking my legs up, making contact with something, though I can’t see through the blood in my eyes. I hear an ‘oomph’ from a male voice as well as a loud exhale of breath.
I hear my name called out from the distance and rapid footsteps coming closer to me.
Another ‘oomph’ sound and a crunching thunk on the pavement as two bodies hit the sidewalk next to me. Sounds of flesh hitting flesh and I feel wetness on my face. I realize it has started to rain and I lie there feeling the cold drops splash against my stinging face. I reach up to wipe my eyes, smearing a warm fluid across my face.
More sounds of fists hitting faces, rushing breaths as punches are taken in the gut. I can’t see, so I can’t tell who is fighting just to my right. A woman screams and then sits down next to me, a soft cloth presses against my head. “SHHH, t’s okay lady. The police are on their way. Are you okay?” A soft female voice whispers against my ear.
I lazily nod my head, but I am unsure if I really am okay. My head hurts and I assume that warm fluid is blood gushing out of my head. I realize I no longer hear the sounds of fighting and I try and peek that direction, but my neck is stiff. Sirens fill the air and soon the sidewalk is a bustling area, full of police and first responders. The nice lady moves away and a man leans down towards me and starts asking me questions. A cervical collar is placed around my neck and cool saline is poured through my eyes, rinsing the blood away.
“Sydney?” I hear from my left.
“Gabe? Is that you?”
“Yeah, baby. Oh my God, are you all right?”
But before I can answer, a husky male voice interrupts. “Sir, you need to step aside and let us work please.”
I hear a rustling and then Gabe speaks again, “Detective Gabriel Torres, NYPD.”
“Oh yes sir, Detective. I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
Gabe doesn’t respond, but I feel his presence next to me. “What happened Gabe?” I ask, my voice scratchy and weak.
“Don’t worry about that, Syd. Just lay back and let the EMT do his job.”
“NO! Gabe, tell me what the fuck just happened.”
“It seems as if your body slammer came back for more Syd. He jumped you from behind and tackled you to the ground. Thankfully I hadn’t moved from where we were, and I jumped the guy. But after a few hits, he ran off.”
“You didn’t go after him?” I ask as I try to sit up.
“No, two beat cops were around the corner and they went after him on foot. The guy was quick, but he headed down towards the police station. Idiot as far as I’m concerned. They’ll catch him.”
I nod at him, but don’t respond. My head hurts like a motherfucker and all I want to do is go to sleep. I close my eyes, but am immediately jarred awake by the EMT. “Ma’am, you need to try and stay awake. We’re going to transport you to Mt. Sinai hospital to be checked out. We’re going to slide this backboard under you and prep you for transport.”
“No, I don’t need a hospital. I’m fine.” I say as I sit up all the way. I’m trying to convince myself that I’m fine, but at this point I can’t say for sure.
“Ma’am.....”
“NO! I am refusing transport. I’ll take myself later if I........” and I proceed to vomit all over the sidewalk. Great, that’s the second time in two days I’ve made a total lady of myself in public.
“Ugh, damn it!”
“Ma’am that is a classic sign of a concussion. We need to get you to the hospital to make sure it’s nothing more serious. Plus, you need stitches in that gash. Detective Torres.....?”
“Sydney, let’s get you checked out and make sure there isn’t more damage than just a concussion, and get you stitched up. I’ll make it up to you later.” He says as he winks at me.
“Sydney?” I hear from a distance. As I glance over, I see Chuck walking up. “Jesus, Sydney.
Are you all right?” He says as he steps beside me, the EMT stepping aside.
“I think so, just got a fierce headache and.......” And I barf again, all over Chuck’s shoes.
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
“No worries, Syd. We’ll get you to the hospital.”
And I nod, cause I know he’s right, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. They secure me to the back board and load me in.
“I’m going with her, Chuck. I’ll check in once I know more.”
“All right, but first tell me what happened.”
I hear Gabe start to tell the story to Chuck as I’m loaded in to the ambulance. I close my eyes and try to go to sleep, but the EMT is right beside me telling me to keep my eyes open. This is really pissing me off, but inside I know he’s right. I may not be a ‘real’ doctor, but I took enough classes in school to know you don’t go to sleep with a concussion. I nod my head towards the EMT as I try and listen to what Gabe and Chuck are talking about.
By this point, the beat cops have come back to the scene and I can hear bits and pieces of the conversation. I don’t need to hear any more than the fact that the body slammer got away. I sit up, suddenly frantic that he took my purse with my gun in it.
“Gabe?” I call out.
“Yeah babe.” He responds from the doors to the ambulance.
Babe
That’s the second time he’s said that, and I have to admit....I kind of like it. “Where is my purse?” I ask, sounding like a whiney child missing his security blanket.
“I’ve got it right here. He didn’t get it.”
“Then I wonder what he wanted, if he didn’t want my purse.” I say.
“We’ll figure that out Sydney.” He says as he climbs in to the back of the ambulance, sitting down next to me. He takes my hand in his, brushing his thumb across the back of my knuckles.
“Gabe?”
“I’m right here.” He responds and tingles travel up my spine.
“What do you think he wanted, if he didn’t take my purse?”
“Sydney, I told you. We’ll figure it out. The cops are still looking for him and once they can drag him in to the station by his nut sack, we’ll know.”
I chuckle at his response, but stop quickly when I realize laughing hurts my head.
“SHH, just lie back, Syd. But don’t go to sleep, not yet.” He says as the EMT climbs in and sits to the other side of me, the back door slamming shut. I jump a little at the sound, but Gabe quickly reassures me that it’s okay. Two pats on the back door of the ambulance and it starts to move.
A few minutes later, I’m wheeled in to the emergency room at Mt. Sinai, the doctors and nurses hovering around me. “It’s okay guys, nothing serious. I don’t need the full staff tending to me.” I joke, cause it seems as if everyone has come to my rescue.
I hear chuckles behind me, and soon just one doctor is hovering over me. I open my eyes to a bright light being flashed in to my eyes. “Well having a sense of humor is a good sign, Miss DeCarlo.” The doctor says to me. “Doctor Jamison will be here shortly to stitch you up. Looks like you need about six sutures. I’m going to put some numbing ointment on the cut so you won’t feel a thing. Then I want to get an x-ray just to confirm your concussion. Just lay here and relax, the nurse with be with you shortly.”
And suddenly I’m alone. I scan the room
and watch the others in action with other emergency issues. The nurse comes in and places a band aid on the cut and I wince at the pain, but soon after the pain goes away. I close my eyes and try to relax while waiting on the doc to come back in.
Finally, I’m stitched up and rolled away to x-ray. I silently wonder where Gabe is. He hasn’t come by since I was brought in. But I shrug it off to police business. I’m sure Chuck had questions for him.
“Just a minor concussion, Miss DeCarlo. I’m releasing you, but you go home and rest. Do you have someone that can stay with you today and tonight?”
Yes, she does.”
Gabe.
“Gabe, you don’t have to do that. I can get Leslie to come over.”
“Nonsense, I want to. And you’re in no condition to fight me, so deal with it.” He says as he leans down and kisses my cheek. “Plus, until they find this guy you will not be left alone.”
“Oh Gabe, really? He sucker punched me, jumped me from behind. He tries it again, he’ll find the barrel of my gun down his throat.”
He laughs, and I start to get pissed off. Who does this guy think he is?
“Sydney, that’s my point. If he comes back, I’m afraid you’ll kill him, and I want the bastard alive when we find him. I’ll make sure the arresting officers take him to the station, the long way.
He’ll never mess with another woman again.” He laughs again.
“But before we go home, Chuck wants to ask you some questions. Are you up for it?”
“Yeah.” I say as I try and sit up.
“Relax Syd. You’re going to have a nasty headache for a while. If Chuck’s questions are too much, just say so. He can wait until you’re recovered if needed.”
“No, I’m good. Let’s get this over with.”
He turns to go get Chuck and I ponder the words he said. Home. Surely he means my home, or his? No, I want to go to my apartment. I’m not sure I’m ready to go to his place yet, it’s too soon.
