Avoiding the Badge

by Dorothy F. Shaw

  She opened her mouth and then shut it. Opened it again, then shut it once more. He wanted to laugh, but he was also not happy with this knowledge. She was a smart woman, but he knew she just wasn’t thinking.

  He shook his head. “Yeah, that’s another affirmative. Tomorrow morning, you’re changing that and you’re setting an appointment with the alarm company that monitors the clinic to install one at the house.”

  She frowned. “Fine. But let it be known right now, you’re definitely too bossy.”

  “May as well get used to it.”

  “You’re also annoying.”

  He smirked. “Should probably get used to that, too.”

  “Whatever.” She crossed her arms.

  He chuckled. “Cute but sassy. Definitely in need of a spanking.”

  “Whatever. And by the way, you can get used to that.” She crossed her legs.

  “Get used to which? The spanking or the sassy?”

  She rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched in a grin she was trying not to give him.

  He pulled her hand free from its tucked position and brought her fingers to his lips. “Would love to get used to it, Doc. Can’t imagine anything better than your cute and your sassy. Cherry on top is spanking that fine ass of yours before sinking deep in your tight pussy.”

  She squirmed. “Land sakes, Derek! Everything inside me just got warm!”

  He drew in a deep breath, knowing she was getting wet for him. He liked that a whole fuck of a lot. Plus, was that an accent he just heard come out of her? “And this is a problem how?”

  She faced him. “Because we’re goin’ta dinner and all I can think about is sex with you.”

  “Anticipation, Doc.” He winked, and since the light turned green, he pulled out into traffic. “By the way, was that a Southern accent I just heard?”

  “You shush.” She shook her head and pressed her lips together.

  Derek laughed. He’d feed her, then take her home to her place, and spank her, at least once. Then he’d fuck her...definitely more than once.

  Especially if she really liked the spanking.

  Chapter 12

  “Nnnggghhyesssss!” Rayna arched, or tried to, but she was on her stomach, pressed to her mattress, and Derek was leaning on her, his entire upper body holding her down...spanking her.

  Spanking! Her!

  And she freaking loved it.

  Loved! It!

  “Jesus, fuck, Doc! Your ass is the prettiest fucking color pink I have ever fucking seen in my life.” He smoothed his palm over the hot flesh of her buttocks.

  Rayna moaned and again tried to arch to him. It was the strangest thing she’d ever experienced in her life. The sting of the pain and how it brought forth pleasure. It didn’t make a bit of sense. Yet, apparently, it made complete and total sense to her body.

  Since she’d started having sex with Derek Hansen, barely two weeks ago, her body wanted a lot of things that seemed to make sense to it, but they were things she’d never in her life given much thought to.

  He’d started this new phase of their sex life a week ago. While on their way to dinner, as he lectured her about the safety she wasn’t taking in her home, and with her money, he’d also told her that she was sassy, and for that, he was going to spank her.

  She’d wanted to be appalled, truly she did. However, the minute he’d said it, her nipples had gone hard as pebbles. And her pussy—yes, pussy, because she was now using the same terms he used, not only because he regularly commanded her to say them when he had her naked, but also because the words no longer felt vulgar or undignified. On the contrary, even in the privacy of her own thoughts, they now felt titillating.

  Rayna didn’t curse, part of her Southern woman upbringing she’d guess, and that remained intact. She’d never talked dirty in bed, either. But with Derek, she did. Because he liked it. Because he wanted her to.

  For the love of all things holy, when he got her riled up enough, her Southern accent would sneak out. With Derek she did a lot of things she avoided or had never done before. So yes, when Derek told her he would spank her, her nipples got hard and her pussy got wet.

  Rayna loved it, and she hated it. And she didn’t want any of it to stop.

  SMACK! SMACK!

  A groan punched out of Rayna, and her pussy convulsed. Oh, God! The feel of his broad hand as it came down on her flesh was agonizing...and it was bliss. “Fuck yeah! Let me see, baby.” Derek slid his fingers along the crevice of her buttocks, between her legs, and found her center. He dragged the tips of those fingers through her wetness, then moved them to her clit, and Rayna whimpered. “Oh yeah. Drenched for me. Sloppy wet. You want my cock?”

  With desire pulsing through her veins, Rayna drew in a breath and forced herself to speak. “Yes.”

  “Say it.” He drew his fingers back and pressed them inside her. “I want the words from your sweet lips.”

  Her inner walls clenched down on the penetration, and another strangled moan punched out of her. So good. “Derek...please?”

  “Love when you beg, Doc. Now, say it for me.” He pulled his fingers away and smoothed his palm over her heated buttocks.

  Another sting of pleasure from his caress bolted through her, and her clit pulsed. God help her, she loved this. She knew he loved it too, so she gave him what he wanted. What they both wanted. “Please, baby. I want your cock.”

  “That’s what I’m talking about. Don’t move.” At once his weight was gone, and she heard the tearing of the foil packet. Knew he was putting on a condom. The bed dipped, and her hips were pulled up. Rayna raised up on her hands. But then his palm was pressed to her upper back, between her shoulder blades. “No, baby. Stay down.”

  Rayna’s chest hit the mattress again, and then she felt the tip of him slide through her folds. “Derek, yes, please...”

  “Is this your cock, Rayna?” He pressed the tip to her opening.

  “Yessss.”

  “Say it. Tell me.” He gripped her butt cheeks in his palms, pulling them apart.

  The sting from the spanking and now the added sting of him stretching her anus sent another wave of pleasure through her. Rayna was going to orgasm before he even got inside her. “My cock! It’s mine. Oh God. Please, baby!”

  “Fuck yeah, it is.” Derek thrust in, fast and hard, filling her. “Goddamn, this cunt!”

  Perfection.

  Bliss.

  Rayna fisted the sheet beneath her as he drew out then drove in again, his hips slapping against hers.

  Still holding her ass in a tight grip, he let go with one hand and slid it to her middle back. Pressing down, he pinned her there. His weight causing her body to arch deeper, angling her bottom just a little higher for him.

  Derek took her hard and fast, harder than he had before, and she welcomed it. Wanted it. Needed it. Pure, unadulterated, raw sex. Each time he slid in, the head of his penis grazed her G-spot.

  Rayna closed her eyes as her breath came out of her on a slow and deep moan. She welcomed it, letting it build. Her core rippled, convulsing around his thickness. Her clit pulsed. She was going to come.

  “Feel you squeezing my dick.” He drew out fully, to the head, then drove back, this time slower but still hard. “Gonna come with you, Doc.”

  Again, he slid out fully, letting her feel the rim of his bulbous head before he drilled back in. The perfect angle, sending all her senses spinning as her pussy clenched and her need to climax rose higher. She was going to die, just fly completely apart.

  Lost in the haze of pure sex and need, the sounds they were making together penetrated her ears, driving her higher. Rayna moaned, whimpered and gave herself over to him and her orgasm.

  And still, he kept going.

  Like a rubber band snapping, Rayna’s body jerked hard as her climax hit with a force so overwhelming, she buried
her face in the mattress and screamed.

  Slamming in deep one last time, Derek came over her, and with his weight atop her, Rayna’s body slid flat on the mattress. His gorgeous cock pulsed hard in her core, spurting his release into the condom, as her walls clenched, over and over again, around his length.

  He pressed his lips to her ear. “Milking your cock, baby. Taking every drop from me.”

  “Can’t help it.” Rayna closed her eyes as the aftershocks of her orgasm started to settle.

  “Trust me. Didn’t say I minded it.” He chuckled, and as he did, his penis jerked inside her.

  Rayna moaned, and her core clenched down on him in reaction.

  Derek let out the closest thing to a growl she’d ever heard. “Jesus...love that.”

  She loved it, too.

  The spanking. The fucking. The moaning.

  All of it.

  * * * *

  “You good?” Derek stroked his fingers up and down her bare back, wondering how in the hell he’d gotten so lucky.

  “Mmhmm.” She was curled soft and sweet against him, her head on his chest, her soft breath tickling his skin.

  “Good.” He gave her a small squeeze and smiled as she cuddled a little closer. Yeah, he’d for sure gotten lucky, and there was no way he was going to fuck that up. Derek closed his eyes as warmth filled his gut.

  In the darkness of her room, lying in her bed, with the sweet sounds of her breath in his ears and the softness of her body pressed against him, Derek’s next thought was to tell her about his daughter. The time was right.

  He wanted Megan to meet her. Hell, he wanted Stephanie to meet Rayna, too. His ex would love Rayna for him. In fact, Stephanie, being the friend she was to him, would know Rayna was right for him the minute she met her.

  Derek drew in a breath, ready to say what he’d been waiting to say, but then stopped himself as her petite body gave a slight jerk against him. She was falling asleep, and that was...wow...nothing like it in the world.

  He turned his head and pressed his lips to the top of her head. He’d tell her in the morning. Or maybe tomorrow night if he got to see her after his shift. Either way, it’d been a couple of weeks, and clearly they had a good thing going.

  No signs of it stopping, it was time to tell her. There was no reason not to.

  Chapter 13

  A few days later, Rayna stepped inside the bar and looked around for Derek. The Dry Desert Brewery was a place she’d heard about but hadn’t been to. Honestly, she hadn’t had a reason to until now.

  He’d texted her earlier, letting her know he and Jeff were heading out for a few drinks after shift and he wanted her to meet him. Apparently, Jeff wanted to see Tish again, too, so Rayna had texted her best friend to meet up as well.

  Walking a little deeper into the crowded, dim space, she found Derek sitting at the end of the bar, Jeff right beside him. After navigating around a few more people, she caught his gaze, and he got up from the barstool and came to her.

  “Hello, beautiful.” Derek circled her waist and brought her to his chest. “Best part of my day, seeing you.”

  Heat rose in her cheeks, and she smiled. “You are far too sweet to me.”

  “No such thing.” Derek bent and pressed his lips to hers.

  Rising on tiptoe, she circled her arms around his neck and got lost in the taste of his lips and tongue, and the feel of hard muscles pressed against her body. In an instant, her panties were wet, her clit was throbbing, and her nipples were tight points. Rayna moaned, and Derek pulled her a little tighter against him.

  God, she really loved how good the sex with him was. So good that she’d pretty much pushed the fact that the man was a cop out of her mind entirely. Rayna just didn’t think about it. Things were much easier that way.

  “Holy shit, get a room, would you?” Tish laughed.

  Rayna broke the kiss and looked over at her best friend. “Sorry. I ju—”

  “Not sorry.” Derek chuckled. “Hi, Tish. You look great, as usual.”

  “Thank you, Derek. As do you.”

  Jeff walked up. “Glad to see someone got them to come up for air. Thought I was going to have to get a bucket of water.”

  “That’s because you don’t know how to behave in public.” Tish rolled her eyes and then glanced at Rayna.

  “I could use some training. Are you woman enough to take the job?” Jeff grinned.

  Still in his embrace, Rayna rose to Derek’s ear. “Not even five minutes and they’re at it.”

  “Foreplay.” Derek glanced to her then back to Tish and Jeff.

  “Pfft. Whatever. I need a drink.” With another eye roll, Tish walked past them toward the bar.

  “All she had to do was ask.” Jeff shrugged, gave them a crooked smile, and followed after Tish.

  “Oh dear.” Rayna dropped her forehead to Derek’s shoulder.

  “It’s fine, baby. I actually think she’s warming up to him.” He caressed her lower back, and tingles skittered up her spine.

  She tipped her head back. “Seriously?”

  “Affirmative.” He grinned and gave her another quick kiss. “Let’s find a table.”

  “Okay.” She glanced around. “It’s really packed in here for a Wednesday night. Is it always like this?”

  “Yeah. It’s their weekly beer tasting and trivia night, which tends to draw a good crowd.” Derek took her hand, pivoted, and headed toward the back corner of the bar.

  “You come here a lot then?”

  He came around a table and pulled a chair out for her. “Yes. Well, I used to.”

  Rayna sat and looked up at him. “Why not anymore?”

  “Because I’ve been busy.” He grinned. “What do you want to drink? You want to try one of their beers?”

  She smiled. “Busy with what?”

  He bent to her, his lips brushing her ear. “Busy with you. Touching you. Kissing you. Fucking you. And enjoying every moment of it.”

  A bolt of lust shot through Rayna’s body and settled in her clit. “Oh my.”

  “Annnnd they’re at it again.” Tish moved in front of the table, Jeff close behind her.

  Peeking around Tish, Jeff grinned. “What are we going to do with them?”

  Tish glanced over her shoulder. “Heel, boy. Now sit.”

  “Yes, ma’am. Woof.” Jeff laughed.

  As they both sat, Rayna couldn’t stop the giggle that came out of her. “You two are—”

  “Well now, look what the cat dragged in!”

  A set of arms came around Derek’s waist, and immediately he straightened and turned around.

  What on earth? Rayna looked at Tish, but Tish was looking at whoever had walked up. Who was it? Clearly, by the sound of the voice, it was a woman, that much was clear, but Derek was still blocking Rayna’s view. The expression on Tish’s face sent a chill down Rayna’s spine, and she scrambled to her feet. “Derek?”

  With a strange look, Derek peeled the woman’s arms from around his waist. “Good to see you too. Let me introduce you to Rayna.” He looked at Rayna. “Babe, this is an old friend, Stacie.”

  Oh no. No, no, no. Rayna’s mouth went bone dry as she took in the very busty, very tall, bleach-blond woman standing next to Derek with her palm held out to Rayna.

  “Oh wow! How cool. Nice to meet you.”

  Rayna managed somehow to swallow and tried to find her voice. She cleared her throat and shook the woman’s hand. “Likewise.”

  “Was starting to wonder what’d happened to this guy. He’s usually here a lot and then, poof, he just up and disappeared.” The blonde smiled at Derek, rubbed his upper arm, then returned her gaze to Rayna.

  Rayna instantly hated her.

  “Anyway, we were just about to sit down. Good to see you, Stacie. Take care.” Derek nodded and stepped away from the woma
n and then rounded the table.

  “Always good to see you, too, Derek. You keep in touch.” She smiled and then looked at Rayna. “Have fun.”

  “Thanks.” Rayna sat and tried to remember how to breathe as the blond bombshell walked away.

  This was why.

  Exactly why...

  And she’d forgotten.

  Rayna had let herself forget.

  Bile rose, burning the back of her throat.

  “I’m not sure I like her.” Tish locked eyes with Rayna.

  “Eh, she’s harmless. Nothing to like or not like.” Jeff chuckled.

  “Babe, did you want to try a beer? Check out what they have on the menu.” Derek leaned close to Rayna, beverage menu in hand, opened for her to see.

  There was a ringing in Rayna’s ears, and she blinked and looked at Derek. What did he just ask her? She glanced at the menu then back to him. “Um... Can you just order whatever you think I’d like? I’m going to run to the bathroom.”

  “You okay?” He rubbed her arm.

  “Yes. Of course.” She managed a small smile. God, she needed air.

  Tish went to stand. “I’ll go with y—”

  “No.” Rayna got to her feet, staring dead into her best friend’s eyes. “I’ll be right back.”

  Tish nodded, but her eyes were wide as saucers.

  Derek clasped Rayna’s hand before she walked away. “Hey. Not so fast.”

  She glanced back at him. “Hmm?”

  He tugged on her a little, indicating he wanted a kiss. Rayna bent to him, gave him a quick peck on the lips, then walked away. She wanted to run, but of course that would be way too obvious.

  How could she be so stupid? So trusting? This was exactly why she never, ever wanted to be with a cop.

  She needed to go, to get away from him now.

  And never look back again.

  * * * *

  “Uh, Tish? Can I ask you something?”

  “Uh, sure, Derek.” Tish stared at him with an expression that looked far too much like a glare.

  “She’s upset. Any idea why?”