RowanLSERT FriendsmasThe past few months have passed like so much of life does. Some days drag and we're dying for the next one to start, but then we look up and we don't know where they've gone. Since I moved to Laurel Springs, most of my days have been those fast ones, especially where Cutter and the rest of our friends are concerned. They took me in as one of their own quickly, and I'm not sure I'll ever be able to thank them enough.But there is something that everybody is looking forward to, and that's the gift exchange.Whitney got my name, and I got hers."If there's not a chick fight after these presents are opened, imma be pissed," Devante laughs as he looks between the two of us.He's come into our friend group too, and become my new partner. We have a lot of fun during our shifts and I wouldn't trade him for anything."My money's on Whit," Ryan says from where he sits, nursing his beer."Nope, you ain't seen Ro restrain a drug addict trying to get off he
VOLUME FIVE: SULLIVANSullivan"Yes!"My sister screams the word as she tackles her boyfriend to the ground. He's proposed in front of what has become our group of friends, and though I feel a stab of jealousy in my chest, I'm excited for them. I can't help but clap and whistle along with everyone else. Cutter and I talked about this a few days ago. He asked my dad, but he requested my permission too, knowing how close Rowan and I are.I gave it to him with every single blessing I could muster. If anyone deserves to be happy, it's Rowan. Someone taps on my shoulder, causing me to take my eyes off the ecstatic couple. "Is it possible to be that lucky? To get someone who makes you smile and your eyes twinkle?"Attorney Shelby Bruce has had my attention since I moved here a few months ago. We live in the same apartment complex, and she just so happens to take her morning run either when I'm leaving for or coming home from work. She may be a bit of an obsession. One I wish
ShelbyMy hand trembles as I stand outside Sully's apartment. I know he's off-shift, both his cruiser and Mustang are parked next to one another. I'm holding a roast in my other palm, nervous as hell. Lifting up the trembling hand, I knock quickly on the door, inwardly dying as I wait for him to either answer or come to the door."Coming." I hear his strong voice through the barrier between us. When he opens it, I literally lose my breath."Counselor." He grins as he sees me standing there."Hey," I answer. "I made a huge dinner, and was wondering if you wanted to split it with me."He rubs his stomach, inadvertently lifting his shirt up so I can see his abdomen muscles. It's an unconscious move he makes, but I still let my gaze drift down and enjoy the fruits of his exercise labor."Whatever that is smells amazing, c'mon in."Ducking under his arm, I enter, feeling shy because this is one of the first times we've seen each other since the Christmas party. It's not that I
Sullivan"Thank you for volunteering to work Valentine's Night," Nick says as we start the shift-change. "We would've made it work, the way we always have, but it's nicer when I can be home with the wife and kiddos, ya know?"I don't, but I pretend like I do. "I'm sure they all appreciate it."Nick grins. "And I appreciate when they go to bed, just leaving me and my blushing bride to do whatever we want."Rolling my eyes, I grab a cup of the worst coffee known to man. Welcome to Laurel Springs Police Department."Dude, don't remind me you're married, and have a woman to sleep next to you, and all that good stuff.""What's up with you and Shelby?"His southern accent makes her name almost two words. Shell Bee."Didn't you take her home from the Christmas Party?"Steeling myself, I sip some of the sludge, grimacing as I force it down. "Just because I took her home doesn't mean something happened."He studies me a lot fucking closer than I want him to. "Yeah it did.
ShelbyI watch in the rearview for as long as I can. Sullivan doesn't move, he keeps his gaze fixed on me until I round the corner, leading out to the main road. Sullivan Baker.I'm not sure there's ever been anyone else who's interested me as much as him. At the same time, I'm beyond positive no one has frustrated me like he has.He thinks I don't recall the night of the Christmas party - coming so hard against his hand and on his fingers I passed out - but I do. I remember everything. I've let him believe I was too drunk to know what happened.I wasn't.All because I'm completely unsure of how he'll react when I tell him I know.Late at night, I still feel him. Sometimes I use the memories to relive those moments in my head and against my hand.The drive to my office, downtown across from Laurel Springs Police Department, takes me all of ten minutes. I snatched up this property located between the courthouse and The Café at an amazing price. Pulling into my design
SullivanMy footsteps beat a cadence on the material of the treadmill I'm running on. A bead of sweat drips from my forehead, rolling down my nose, dangling at the very tip. Shaking my head so it'll fall off, I lift the back of my hand up to wipe at my mouth.The heat is on in here today, because it's the end of February, and it feels every bit as such outside. But my clothing choice makes it hot too. A pair of sweatpants with a shirt and a hoodie, the hood covering my head.Glancing down, I groan. I'm only at mile number three; I need to go five. Especially if I want to make a spot on the Laurel Springs SWAT team. That's been my goal since I came up here with my sister. The five-mile run is the first obstacle I have to overcome if I want to even be considered. So far, it's kicked my ass."Nice pace."Ransom hops onto the treadmill beside me, warming up by walking briskly."Thanks, I'm trying to get it where it needs to be.""It took me a while," he admits. "I'm not
ShelbyHe's speechless. Sully keeps opening his mouth and then shutting it. No words come out, even though his throat is working so hard his Adam's apple bobs up and down. The tension between us is slightly awkward, and I do the only thing I can think of. Invite him to lunch."I was about to head over to The Café. You wanna join me?"The question seems to pull him from whatever stupor he was stuck in. "You sure? I just worked out, and I don't smell the best. I was gonna take a shower at the station, but I had to get outta there.""I've smelled you worse than that before," I remind him. "I am the one who helped you after the kid in the downstairs apartment puked on you."His face flashes red before a smile tilts up the side of his full lips. "For a while I was able to forget that happened. Thanks for bringing it back up, though.""You're welcome." I grin.Grabbing hold of his arm, I start us walking toward the direction of what will be our lunch. My body recognize
SullivanI watch her run away, glued to my seat. Get up! Go after her! But I can't seem to make myself move. This didn't go the way I imagined it would at all. In my mind I'd always pictured us talking about the night of the Christmas party in a controlled environment. We would laugh remembering how hot we were for one another, then we'd admit we both had feelings for each other, ending with a fucking replay of what happened that night.The only thing I can do is beat my palm against the steering wheel. Why didn't I go after her?Inhaling deeply, I grab up the food and take it over to one of the homeless men who uses our square as his home. I've completely lost my appetite. Irritated beyond belief, I start up the car and head toward the apartment complex I call home.Halfway there, my phone rings. For two seconds I think about not picking it up, but when I see the smiling face of my sister, I answer quickly."Hey.""You sound extremely excited to hear from me. Are
MenacePresent TimeIt's been a hell of a day. One where I got here late in the afternoon because I had meetings. Something I've learned since taking this position a few months ago is that it's mostly meetings. It's keeping people happy and kissing a lot of ass. My legs ache to get back out on the street, to do a couple laps around downtown, or to drive a car fast. To chase a speeder with the lights bright and the siren blaring. I miss it more than I thought I would. It's close to midnight and I know Rina will be wondering where the hell I am, but I wanted to get a look at what went on today by reading the reports of the officers. This is something I do everyday so I can try to gauge how my officers are doing. It's important for me to know if there's an issue in town. If someone is a nuisance, do we need to step up patrols in certain areas? Community policing is the name of my game and I take it seriously. Reading the last report, submitted by Caleb
ArcherA Year And A Half LaterNerves make circles in my stomach as I stand outside of Laurel Springs Medical waiting for Alisa to come out. She doesn't know I'm here and, the truth is, I didn't know I was going to be either. I've been carrying this ring around in my pocket for the last year and a half of the two years we've been together. Waiting. For what, I'm not sure. The right time? The perfect moment? We live together. I could've done it a million times, but there's something different about these stars against the inky blackness of the sky. They aren't crazy bright, but they aren't muted either. They're sparkling. The perfect backdrop to the plan I have. Tonight, as I helped a woman leave a dangerous domestic violence situation, I realized I'm wasting precious and valuable time. Even after dealing with Calvert County, it didn't hit me that seconds are to be treated with the same reverence as the big events in life. Lo
Alisa"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?" "Yes." I nod as I sit before the grand jury to give my testimony about what happened with Officer Fugate. "Please tell us when you first met him," the attorney instructs. Archer is sitting in the back row, all hot in his uniform. I don't know how he managed to be here, but he has and it's one of the sweetest things he's done for me. I'm not sure I could be doing this without his dark eyes staring back at me. "I met him when he brought a suspect into the ER. It was obvious that man had been beaten badly and it didn't happen only once. After that day, it happened on a regular basis…"ArcherUshering Lis into the station is like sending a babe into the belly of the beast. She's never been here before, doesn't know how things work, and could honestly be scared, given everything she's dealt with. I'd like to kill Officer Fugate with my own two hands.
ArcherIt's a gully washer tonight, as my instructor at the Academy always said when it rained hard. Visibility fucking sucks and I've worked more accidents tonight than I have in the previous three months. It's as if when it rains, no one can remember how to drive. It's hard to even see out of my windshield but, as I pass one of the abandoned gas stations on the outskirts of town, I see another cop stopped.They're an eyesore and, at the next city planning meeting, there's going to be a vote on demolishing them. They're a breeding ground for drug use and criminals. We've put up cameras to show what happens at night when there aren't patrols going back and forth. Since it's raining and dark, I figure I'll hit them, just to make sure nothing's going on that shouldn't be.As I round the corner. I'm surprised as fuck to see Alisa's car parked next to a Calvert County patrol SUV. She's kneeling in front of a cop who has a taser pointed at her. My heart gallops in my chest as I wonder
Archer"Chief Harrison wants to see you," Tank tells me as I make my way into the squad room. I have no idea what I've done and am immediately questioning what the hell is going on. I try to do everything by the book and I can't remember anything I might've done that was untoward. My stomach rolls as I head toward his office. I've never been called before him before and, truth be told, I never wanted to be. When I reach the door, I knock with a double tap. "C'mon in." Opening it enough so that I can sneak my head in, I glance at the Chief. "You wanted to see me, Sir?" "Yeah, come in and have a seat. There's a few things we need to discuss." I don't like the sound of this shit at all. Going in, I have a seat in the chair facing his desk and prepare to get my ass handed to me. "Officer Fugate has made a complaint and I'm bound by state laws to investigate those complaints." "I told you what happened," I defend myself. "He'
Alisa"Thank you for coming tonight," he says as we enter my apartment. "You don't have to thank me. You've saved me more times than I can count." I grin, taking my jacket off. "Come sit over here on the couch with me. You look a little stressed." "They do that to me." He waves his hand toward the street where his parents have just left. "They always make me feel like I'm not good enough, as if I should've done something different with my life." "I know how that feels." I beckon him over with a crook of my finger. "Let me take care of this tension for you, Archie. Let me show you what the fuck your parents are missing." Something about the way they don't appreciate their son has me wanting to show him just how much I do. How important he is to my life. One of the ways I can think of showing him is with my body. Fuck if that isn't exciting. Reaching for my shirt, I pull it over my head, motioning for him to do the same. In a lazy game o
ArcherI'm heading into the squad room at the station to pick up some supplies when the phone in my pocket rings loudly. There aren't many people I have set ringtones for, but this one? I hate when it rings. It's my parents. Not wanting to make whichever one this is wait, I hurriedly answer. It's always struck me as odd. They were so quick to get me out of their lives, yet they do everything together, including share a fucking cell phone. That's right, they share this phone, which means I never know who I'm going to talk to when I put it to my ear. Talk about a surprise every time I answer. "Hello?" I wait for the response. It's always delayed as if they're on some far away phone line. "Archer, it's Dad." No fucking shit. "Hey Dad," I answer, wondering if he'll continue on or if I'll have to pull the words from him like teeth. "What's going on?" "Your mom and I will be in Laurel Springs tonight. We'd like to have dinner w
AlisaHis body over mine is equal parts hot and hard in all the right places. Our naked skin slides together as he leans down to take the tight bud of my nipple in his mouth. "Yes." I tilt my head back against the pillows, allowing him full reign over my body. "Please don't stop," I beg as I rake my hands over his strong back before digging my fingers into the hair on his head. "Never gonna stop," he promises as he sucks at the prominent tip, before letting it go and moving further down. I'm still unsure of how we got our clothes off. All I know is they're in a pile next to the bed. He moves down my body, kissing my stomach before he drops onto his knees and pulls me to the edge. Separating my thighs, he props them up on his shoulders, gazing up at me with those dark eyes before he dips down. His warm mouth covers my pussy, going straight for my clit and lapping against the trembling flesh. "Archer," I moan, lifting my hips to meet his mouth. "It's been so fucki
Archer "Look guy." I hope me using that term pisses him off. "This isn't even your jurisdiction. What the fuck right did you have to pull her over?" "It's Officer Fugate," he corrects me, before continuing on. "She failed to signal a turn." I'm real annoyed. "You got that on your dash cam?" I point to where his camera is mounted on the dash. "It wasn't on." He shrugs. "How fucking convenient for you." I smirk, shaking my head. "It's something the garage knows about, but the budget is lean over in Calvert County." He eyes me. My gaze is on Alisa who's sitting in her car with her hands locked around her steering wheel. She's white-knuckling as he and I stand out here, yelling at one another. "I'm not allowing you to ticket her without proof. Did you radio it in?" His cheeks go red, which tells me all I need to know. "You son of a bitch. You think you can intimidate her? Officers like you give the rest of us a bad name." Going in