Stripping my shirt off on the way, I tossed it to the floor of my bedroom and went to my closet for a new one.
I stepped out of my shoes and pushed my pants down my hips when I felt a pair of hands settle on either hip.
“I’m pretty sure that I should’ve stayed in the living room,” he whispered against the back of my neck.
Tingles started to run down my spine, and this time I didn’t try to stop my thighs from rubbing together.
Just the sound of the man’s husky voice had me replaying our one night, remembering what it felt like to have him inside of me. The way his rough hands felt against the sensitive skin of my breasts.
The way his beard tickled the lips of my sex as he pulled his cock from me and ate me to completion right before slamming back inside of me and coming hard in two rough strokes.
“Why?” I asked breathlessly, widening my legs when his hand started to move between my thighs.
“Because you’re about to be even later.”
Chapter 7
You’re too short to be that full of shit.
-Michael to Nikki
Nikki
I gasped in surprise when he spun me around and moved forward until my back met the shirts I had hanging in my closet.
Hangers screeched in protest as our bodies forced them to press against the wall.
One of my hands went around Michael’s shoulders as the other went to the pole currently holding up every shirt I owned.
“I’m gonna be picking these up later,” I gasped right before Michael’s mouth met mine.
I moaned as his tongue swept inside, rubbing teasingly along mine as he forced his mouth down harder on my own.
When I felt his hands move between us, I lifted my hips slightly, allowing my aching core to rub against his hard abs as he unbuckled his pants and let them drop to his ankles.
I gasped when he took hold of my hips and forced them back down.
His cock ground against my panty clad pussy, and I couldn’t help the involuntary jerk of my hips as pleasure ripped through me at the simple touch.
“Michael,” I gasped, throwing my head back to pillow in my shirts.
His mouth skimmed along my collarbone, and moved down until his lips glided over the swell of my breast.
I had on a modest white bra that was the single one that I found comfortable to wear all day while working, and I was fairly sure it probably wasn’t what one would call attractive.
Yet, I forgot to care when he tugged the cup of the bra covering one breast down with his teeth, then followed that by sucking the tip of my nipple into his hot, wet mouth.
“Oh, Jesus,” I breathed, hips moving jerkily as tiny sparks centering in the tip of my nipple coursed through my body.
My stomach clenched and I moved both hands from his shoulders down.
One hand went to my panties as the other grasped the hard length of his cock.
Pulling my panties to the side, I lined the head of his cock up with my entrance and waited.
Michael didn’t disappoint.
As he switched breasts, pulling down the other cup with his teeth and nipping the tip of my nipple with his, he surged inside of me.
My pussy convulsed as it tried to adjust to his size, but he didn’t give me time.
Once fully seated inside, he pulled slowly back out before sinking back inside of me roughly.
I bit my lip and moved my hands up to the side of his head, watching as he let the tip of his tongue circle the diameter of my nipple.
He started thrusting in and out of me, filling me to the point of pain, before he retreated once again.
Hangers snapped and shirts fell all around us as his hips powered into me, his cock kissing the entrance to my womb with each thrust.
“Please,” I said, needing more.
I opened my eyes when he stopped, and my eyes widened when he pulled out completely and dropped us down to our knees.
I turned around as he urged my hips to the side, presenting him with my ass.
My hands were resting on my pile of shoes as I looked over my shoulder and watched him pull my panties down over my hips.
My pussy clenched with need at the look on his face as he devoured the sight of my core.
I could guess what he saw.
My pussy lips red and puffy. My entrance leaking with need as it begged him to fill me once again. My panties down around my knees where he’d hastily yanked them. My ass round and full.
I wiggled my hips and pressed back slightly as he continued to look for too long.
“Michael,” I whispered. “Please.”
My pussy clenched when he looked up, my eyes catching his.
They were on fire.
The blues nearly completely black as his pupils dilated.
He moved forward on his knees until his cock met my entrance, and unhurriedly he sank inside.
I moaned and dropped to my elbows as he pushed his hips forward until every last bit of him was buried in my channel.
This position allowed him to sink deeper inside of me, and I swear I could feel him in my belly each time he filled me.
His thumb brushed over the pucker of my asshole, and I practically came with just the single taboo touch.
I clenched down so hard on him that he let out a strangled groan, and finally lost the control he’d been trying desperately to hold on to.
I screamed when he pulled out and thrust into me so hard that my knees left the carpeted floor.
Not in pain, though.
In pleasure.
“Yes!” I keened, pushing back with my own hips to meet his powerful thrusts.
He growled at the way my pussy clenched down on his cock and gave me a small smack on the ass when I tried to reach between my legs to help my orgasm along.
“No,” he said sharply. “That’s mine.”
I didn’t bother to argue with what was his.
I remembered how he liked it.
It’d been a very long time since I’d last had his cock, but I knew he only wanted my pleasure to come from him.
He wanted to be responsible for bringing me to orgasm.
He wanted to make me come so hard that I screamed so loud I aroused the neighbors.
My hand dropped and I let the side of my face rest along the length of one of my house slippers as he pounded inside of me.
My orgasm was just around the corner, and he could feel it.
“Come,” he ordered.
I laughed. “You can’t just tell me to come. You have to make me.”
So he did.
By inserting his thumb into my ass.
I shot off like a freakin’ bottle rocket, surging so high and far into oblivion that I couldn’t see my way home again.
Distantly, I was aware of him pulling out of me and roughly fisting his cock against my back as he shot his come down the length of my back, but I was too busy coming to wonder why.
His thumb twisted inside of me and my orgasm, which I’d thought had been on the downhill slide, started to move forward again.
By the time I was back in my own skin, I was in a boneless heap where I’d collapsed, shoes digging into my upper torso and not one single care in sight.
“I think you broke me,” I told him, feeling him withdraw his thumb.
He snorted as he stood, and I watched as he drug his pants that were still around his ankles, back up his legs and over his hips.
He zipped them, but didn’t button them as he walked away, leaving me in my indecent position in a pile of sexual haze.
He came back short moments later with a wash cloth, and started cleaning my back free of his release.
Once done, he shoved his hand underneath my hips and lifted me up and back.
When my back met his front, I leaned my head to the side, exposing my neck for his seeking mouth.
“Thank God you’re on the pill,” he said in his gravelly voice.
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I looped my arm around his neck.
“How do you know I’m on them?” I asked curiously.
I wasn’t surprised that he knew I still was.
He was a cop for God’s sake.
If he wasn’t observant and smart, he wouldn’t make a good cop.
And there was one thing I knew of for sure, Michael was a damn fine cop.
“Because I saw them in your purse last night when you were handing your phone to Alison,” he explained. “Just remember to take them, because after fucking you bare like this, I’m fairly sure I’ll never be able to do it again with a condom.”
His admission made me smile widely.
Then my smile died as I heard my phone ringing from the kitchen.
“Shit,” I said, standing up and yanking my panties up as well.
The new position placed Michael’s face right at eye level with my ass, and he took full advantage of it as I looked down at the mess we’d made of my closet.
“Shit,” I said, bending down to look through the mess.
I found a shirt, followed by a pair of pants, and threw them on, all the while Michael massaged my ass and inner thighs, working me into another tizzy before I realized it.
“Michael,” I said pleadingly. “I’m already late. Please.”
He growled in frustration as he said, “I have to get to work shortly too. Goddammit.”
I smiled as he let my hips go and stood, but only to replace his fingers with his cock.
He ground his hips into me.
I was thankful that he was still wearing pants, because had he been naked, I’d probably be asking him to fill me once again.
“Michael,” I pleaded once again.
He sighed and stepped back.
Immediately, I missed his body heat, but I had a job and commitments.
“Thank you,” I told him, turning around as I settled the shirt onto my body.
He smiled.
“Anything for you,” he said painfully, rearranging his cock in his pants as he buttoned and buckled his belt.
A smile curved the sides of my lips as I walked into the bathroom to inspect my face.
Where I then decided that the ‘just fucked’ look looked good on me.
And it wouldn’t hurt to allow Joslin to see just what she was missing.
“Ready?” Michael asked once I exited the bathroom.
At my nod he led me into the kitchen where I grabbed my bag and headed out the door.
***
Thirty minutes later, with Michael’s essence still leaking out of me, I ran into work, throwing a kiss over my shoulder at Michael as I sped inside.
He caught it and waved, making me smile.
I’d asked him to wait for me to make sure I still had a job, and he gave me an ‘okay’ sign as he leaned back in his seat and finished programming my number into his phone.
I still can’t believe he ever listened to me.
Hell, it seemed surreal…all of it.
Just a few days ago I was puttering along, trying to stay afloat with classes, work, and studying.
Now here I was, blowing off study time so I could go on a date with a man I never thought I’d have a chance with again.
“Good, you’re back!” Lennox cooed, rubbing her hands together in excitement. “There was a lot of excitement here an hour or so ago. Cops were everywhere, and then there was this man, Michael, I don’t know if you’ve met him but he has brown hair and blue eyes. He was yelling at someone about his truck being stolen. Then he forced the security guy to go through the camera feed, but the feed was down because the security guard spilled coffee on the hardware last week and completely fried the whole system.”
I blushed. “Did they find out who stole the car?” I asked innocently.
Lennox shook her head. “No. They didn’t, or at least we didn’t see who it was. They ran out of here like their asses were on fire earlier when they got some call about a BOLO, which I later learned was a ‘be on the lookout’, and we haven’t heard anything since.”
Whew!
That would’ve been bad to have the hospital know what I’d done.
I was already on shaky ground as it was!
“Well, that sucks,” I managed to say lightly while squirting a large dollop of antibacterial soap into my hands. “You heard why I had to leave?”
Lennox nodded and we both looked to where Joslin was standing across the room.
She was with a new intern that I’d never met before, leaning into him and patting his arm while fake laughing.
God that woman was such a hoe!
And I still hadn’t forgiven Michael for touching her earlier.
I didn’t give a shit if that was the only way to get her unsettled. He needed to find a different way.
“I wonder what her problem is? She usually only reserves that kind of treatment for the women who try to steal her thunder,” Lennox wondered.
“That’s ‘cause Joslin is a show hound that likes to have all the attention on her,” Melissa, one of my favorite nurses, snarled as she threw down a chart on the counter next to my hand.
“I’m dating Michael,” I told Lennox by way of explanation, completely ignoring Melissa’s pissed off mutterings.
Then a fountain of understanding welled in Lennox’s eyes.
“Well, that’s going to be interesting for you,” she managed to say.
“You can say that again. That woman needs the stick that’s lodged up her ass removed,” Melissa grumbled. “She just told Bryan that I was flirting with a patient, and that I needed to learn to be more professional. Motherfucker, but I was just telling him he had cute kids! I didn’t say he had a cute cock or anything!”
We both looked at her in surprise at her outburst.
“That woman needs to go,” I muttered. “Surely there are enough people around that can complain about her to someone she hasn’t fucked.”
The three of us fell into a fit of giggles at the thought.
There probably wasn’t a single man…or married man for that matter…in the entire hospital that she hadn’t had some of. Which was the entire problem. For all of us.
Chapter 8
You touch my tats, I touch your tits.
-T-shirt
Michael
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
The sound of my Glock echoing off the cavernous walls of the gun range made me feel at peace.
Almost as good as I felt when I had Nikki wrapped in my arms, in fact.
Shooting was a peaceful feeling.
One that let me shut my mind down and just have fun.
I had to log so many hours in the gun range a month anyway, so it worked out well that I loved doing it.
What I didn’t love was the man at my back whining about the dirt he was getting on his clothes.
“I didn’t tell you to come,” I grumbled to my brother.
“No, but you didn’t react like I thought you would at dinner when we told you. I expected anger and you gave us nothing. Then left. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with this,” Dean said stubbornly.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
Placing the gun on the table in front of me, I took the magazine I’d just ejected from the gun and started to reload it.
“Michael, are you even listening to me?” Dean asked in frustration.
I ignored him.
I didn’t really know what he wanted me to say.
I’d already told him exactly what I thought about the matter: mostly that I didn’t care.
Not one single bit.
And he refused to think that I didn’t.
So we were at an impasse.
I didn’t care.
He cared too much that I didn’t care.
“Michael! Focus!” Dean roared.
I slammed the magazine into the gun, cocked it, and let off eight more shots, trying
hard as fuck to ignore him.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Michael! Get out of your fucking head and talk to me!” Dean snarled, yanking my arm with the gun in it around so I faced him.
I holstered the empty gun and exploded.
“I am out of my fucking head, you moron! I’m not that fucked up mess I was when I was fifteen. I’m not ever ‘in my head’! Now keep your fucking hands off me, and for God’s sake, don’t yank a man’s arm when he has a gun in his hand!” I yelled back, getting into his face.
Dean stood his ground.
We were both the same height.
I was bigger, but only because I lifted weights.
Dean was in shape. Excellent shape. But he wasn’t me.
So when he raised both arms, reared back, and pushed me, I only went back inches.
Whereas when I did the same, he fell flat on his ass.
“What the fuck do you want from me?” I snarled, looking down at Dean.
Dean glared and stood up, brushing off his ass and his ‘brand new suit’ he just got.
“What I want is permission. I want to make sure this won’t cause any contention when she marries me,” he insisted.
I sighed and raised my hands up to my face, letting my fingers curl into what little hair I had.
“It’s not a bone of contention, Dean. I don’t love her and I haven’t for some time. When she cheated on me, that was it. Any and all love I felt for her was wiped off the face of the earth,” I said tiredly.
I never should’ve let Torres have my shift.
I should’ve taken the overtime and stayed at work.
This was bullshit.
I’d rather be doing anything but this right now.
He’d ruined a perfectly good day with his insistence that I wasn’t ‘okay.’
Dean looked stunned. “You’re lying. She told me you wouldn’t have a kid with her, that’s why y’all got divorced.”
I laughed humorlessly.
“I wouldn’t have a kid with her, that’s true. But what made me divorce her wasn’t that she wanted kids. It was because she slept with about fifteen men while we were married, and I only found out because she was sloppy and let some new doctor call her at home. He left a voicemail telling his ‘girl’ that he couldn’t make dinner, and that they needed a raincheck. Which got me curious since she was supposed to be at work at the time,” I told him honestly.
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