KarsynUp above his shoulders I'm part scared, part turned on, which is causing the best kind of tickle in my stomach. Gripping his head in my fingers, I hang on tight as he moves the barrier of my panties aside and waits for what feels like a lifetime. "C'mon, Tucker," I encourage him, sick of the anticipation. "Patience." He blows against my clit, causing me to shiver. I've never been the type of person to be patient when it comes to my pleasure. I want it when I want it, and he knows this. Just as I'm about to say something else to him, I feel his tongue flick against my flesh. "Shit, Tucker." I tilt my head back against the wall, letting him do whatever he wants to me. He goes in hard, licking and sucking, doing all the things he knows will bring me to my knees (if I could go to my knees). When he hitches me up a bit higher onto one shoulder and drags a finger down my slit, slightly pressing it inside me, my eyes open widely. Is it in arousal? Surprise? I'm not sure w
TuckerI don't know who's more nervous, me or Karsyn. I'm holding her hand in a death grasp as we drive toward the federal facility in Birmingham. Neither one of us slept last night. I felt like we were awake every hour asking if the other was okay. "Talk to me," she whispers. "I need you to talk to me."It feels like I don't have anything to talk about, but I search for anything to put her at ease."The first time I saw you, I knew you were going to be mine." I grin over at her.She rolls her eyes blowing out a breath. "Sure you did.""No, I did. I told Ransom that night after I gave you the ticket, I was going to date you. When I told him your name, he gave me the rundown on you working at the clinic.""Yet, you still didn't call me, even though I left my number on the ticket," she teases."Let's be honest, I get flirted with a lot since I'm a man in uniform. I didn't think I was anything special, and it was presumptuous of me to call," I admit. "What did you tell
KarsynIt's been years since I've seen Clarence Night, fourteen to be exact. He looks different than I imagined. In my mind, the last fourteen years he's remained the same way he was the day he kidnapped me. His hair a light brown, skin tanned by the sun, clean-shaven, and muscles honed by doing whatever he did before he took me. I'm unprepared for the man who walks out with his hands shackled to his feet. While these last fourteen years have been good for me, it's obvious they've been awful for him. Gone is the light brown hair, replaced with gray and greasy splotches of white, the skin that was once vibrant now has a pallor almost looking jaundiced, the muscles he used to hold me still and silent aren't there anymore either. He's a shell of the man he once was, and while I thought I'd be happy about that, I'm not. I feel sorry for him in a way. Yes, what he did scarred me, but at least I got to live.Looking at him?He never did.That doesn't sway me though, I still have a
TuckerI watch Karsyn stand up to deliver her victim impact statement, proud as hell of her. I know how hard this was, could tell in the way she became quiet on me in the past few days. Withdrawing into herself is a coping mechanism and I allowed it, but after this I want her to be one thousand percent honest with me about what's going through her head.As her voice shakes, I reach over from where I sit beside her, rubbing my hand up and down her back. I don't want to take anything away from what she's doing, but I want her to know I'm here. Anger is making it almost impossible for me to sit without making a sound, though, as she mentions things she's never told me. Not that I ever expected her to tell me every bit of what happened to her while she was with him, but I'm angry. Angry enough I'd like five fucking minutes alone with this piece of shit.She's crying now, and it's literally tearing me apart. I hate to hear that vulnerable lilt to her voice. It upsets me to know she
KarsynToday must be the day for facing fears and coming out on the other side, because I'm doing something I never thought I'd do: I'm walking my parents over to where Tucker stands and I'm going to introduce them. This reminds me of when we were first together. There was no way we would be in this situation. He wouldn't have allowed it, and I'm not sure I would have subjected him to it, but now? After everything that's happened today, I want him to meet them. I want them to know I'm in good hands, and what a great guy he is."Tucker." I reach out, taking his hand in mine when I get close enough. "I'd like for you to meet my parents, Melinda and Pruitt Fallaway."My heart literally could burst out of my chest when I hear them exchange pleasantries. "You're a K-9 Officer?" my dad asks, his voice all tough and full of gravel in his throat. "Yes, sir." Tucker rocks back slightly on his feet. A habit I've noticed he does when he's explaining his job. "I'm the K-9 trainer an
Tucker"You're lying," I laugh so loudly I have to hold my side."Hand to God." Ransom holds up the hand he's talking about. "First fuckin' time it's ever happened.""You're lucky, then." I wipe at my eyes.We're in one of the meeting rooms the Laurel Springs PD uses, and we're waiting for everyone else to get here. He's telling me about the night he had with Stella."Lucky my ass!"I laugh again. "More like nose up your ass.""Did you tell him about it?" Nick grins as he sits next to us, drinking an energy drink. "Yes!" I blow out a breath trying to keep my shit together."At least you didn't get a phone call at 5 a.m."You called him at 5 a.m.?" I give Ransom a look."He was up with the baby," he defends. "And so was I, plus I had to share with someone.""Not sure I'd share with my wife's brother, but you do you, fam.""What the fuck are you ladies making so much noise about?" Caleb comes in, having a seat in front of us, but turning around so that he can b
TuckerWalking over to where Ransom stands with the dogs, I am slightly freaking out. Did I really just say that to Karsyn? Yeah, I decide, I did really just say that Karsyn. The next thing I ask myself is did I mean it?It takes me all of fifteen seconds to realize I meant it.Now that I've learned more about her, about the fact she may have possibly never been around for me to get to know, I'm beginning to understand how much I need her in my life. Not only that, but I'm beginning to understand how much she adds to my life. "We need to take them over there." Ransom points to the spot they've decided to hold the dog photos at. "Dad and Mason are going to be heading up this part.""Gotcha." I grab Major's leash."Hey." Ransom stops me. "You okay? You look like you've either seen a ghost or like you're about to pass out."Glancing back over at Karsyn, I see she's still holding Keegan. That same feeling swamps me again. "Nah, I'm cool."He looks over to where I was. "Oh
KarsynTaking a look at the line to get into the parking lot where we're washing cars, and I mean we're washing them, I'm so fucking proud. It travels at least a mile down the road. Other members of the Laurel Springs Police are directing traffic around it. There's also a few people taking donations only. In my wildest dreams, I couldn't have imagined this would be happening. "This is amazing." Kels wraps her arm around my shoulder as we take a bit of a break. "I know, I'm going to go over and ask Mom if she has a preliminary count of how much we've raised. We've still got two hours to go, but I'm unsure if we'll be able to get all these cars done." I point to the line waiting to get in."We'll figure it out," she promises. "I'm gonna get back over there to where my hot-ass hubby is working hard with no shirt on." She purses her lips, making a noise in her throat."You do that," I laugh. "Girl, I am on it." She wiggles her eyebrows.I have a feeling she'll be on more than
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