Ace"Requesting back up at the bottoms, down by the boat ramp."I can hear Tank's voice on the radio. It seems amused, tired, and inquisitive as he requests another patrol car to come help him. I'm in the area, so I pick up the radio and call in my position. Flipping on my lights, I accelerate so that the police package in my cruiser responds. Carefully, I make my way through the bottoms, and in minutes I'm pulling in behind his car, turning off my siren.Getting out, I take in what I see in front of me. Tank's got what appears to be a teenage guy and a teenage girl leaning against the back of his patrol car. He doesn't have them cuffed, so I'm assuming it's not that big of a deal, whatever went down, so now I'm wondering why he called for backup."What's going on?"He turns to me so that we face each other, but neither of our backs are to the kids. "I was doing a round down here, making sure nobody was loitering or doing anything they weren't supposed to be doing, when I saw
AceIt's a slow night in Laurel Springs – my kind of night to be honest. When there aren't people acting insane and hell bent on breaking the law. I'm an hour away from going off shift and ready to Netflix and spend some time with Violet. We've been good since our interlude on the couch, but I'm unsure how much longer I'll be able to keep my hands off of her. She's an itch I can't scratch, a temptation I can't give into. Sitting on the side of the highway, I'm randomly clocking speed while finishing up some of the reports I have lingering from earlier in the night. A few cars have gone by about five over the speed limit, and I've let them go because it's only going to cause me more paperwork. There's something else I want to see tonight rather than a stack of reports. I'm finishing up the last paper to work on when a car goes screaming by me. I glance at the mounted radar, whistling when I see they were easily twenty-five over. Punching my radio, I call in my position and give
VioletYou know that moment in time when you realize a situation you thought was handled, no longer is? It's a moment that takes your breath away, that makes your hand fan your face as heat rises up your neck. It's the flush of awareness when you realize the man who's been living next door to you is so hot he should be on the cover of a calendar.Typically when I see Anthony after shift, we've both changed and gotten comfortable. Nine times out of ten, he's knocking on my door wearing a pair of sweatpants and a ratty old t-shirt. Not that he's not a good-looking man when he's dressed for lounging, he's hot then, too.Tonight though, as he climbs out of his squad car, he looks different. On the one hand he looks dangerous. Like a badass no one would dare to cross. On the other hand, he looks all buttoned-up, too-well put together, and I want to muss the control he seems to have on himself. A bullet-proof vest rests over a black t-shirt, down into a pair of black pants. A thigh-hol
VioletThe knock on my door at eight a.m. causes my heart to pound against my breast bone. I know without a doubt that knock is from Anthony. Last night I spent way too much time wondering what it would be like to share a bed with him for real. To give him free reign over my body, and to hand over my pleasure to him. Today? I'm draggin' ass, but I'm going to do my best, to keep up with him."Morning." I give him a bright smile as I pull my door open. There's a smug part of me that's happy with the dark circles under his eyes. Maybe he had as hard of a time as I did going to sleep last night, after what we shared in the kitchen. "Morning." He hands me a to-go cup of coffee, with a soft smile. I take a grateful sip of the hot beverage and turn in a circle, feeling his eyes on me. "Do I pass inspection?" I'm wearing a pair of cut-offs and a t-shirt, but I've lifted the t-shirt so he can see my bathing suit is a one-piece. Even though his eyes are covered by aviators, I can
VioletIt's a dead day at The Café as Caleb and I sit at a booth folding silverware into napkins. It's been a week since the lake, since Caleb got pulled over. I've bided my time, but now I'm interested in how he's doing. "How are things going?"His gaze is intense before he shifts it back down to our task at hand. "I know Ace told you about pulling me over, me being drunk, and then calling my dad. That's why you said what you did when we were out on the lake.""He did, but it hasn't been my place to bring it up."He's quiet for a few minutes, and I wonder if he's going to speak about any of it to me. Blowing out a deep breath, he scratches a cheek that looks as if it has some stubble on it. When did Caleb start growing up on us? Eventually he shifts in the seat and begins to speak. "Dad and I had a really long talk.""How did that go?" I can just imagine what Mason had to say to his son."Awkward as fuck, but he said some things I've needed to hear, I guess." He shrugs
AceThis shift is taking longer than I ever imagined it could, especially after the news that Violet shared with me. I'm riding with Tank, and thank God he's driving, because I can't seem to stop texting the woman I can still taste on my lips and tongue. My imagination is wondering how far we would have taken it, had we not stopped. I'm definitely down for figuring it out. A: Want to have dinner when I get done? Maybe go dancing? Like an honest-to-God date? Not this thing where we stay locked up in either of our homes. You dress nice, I dress nice, and we let other people see us together? Would you be up for that?I know I'm up for that, I've wanted to show her off for a while, show other people who's stolen my heart, and how happy she makes me. I want to wear the smile on my face that so many of my friends wear on theirs. If anyone had asked me, I would have told them I was happy with the way things were, that it didn't matter I'm single. Fact is, it does matter. I've been w
VioletI feel like I've gone through every piece of clothing I own, but nothing feels good. Frustrated, I reach over to my phone and quickly FaceTime Leighton. If anyone can help me, it's going to be her. "What's going on?" her smiling face asks as the connection is made."I have nothing to wear for a date with Anthony," I complain, as I show her the mess behind me. "I've tried on every piece of clothing I own and nothing looks or feels right." I plop down on the bed with a sigh. "Take pity on me and help me out.""You're going out with him!" she screams."Yes," I laugh."Tonight?" She questions, more excited about this than I am, I think."Yes tonight." I roll my eyes. "Focus, Leigh.""Right," She shakes her head. "Okay, you have plenty to wear, Vi. You have dresses, jeans, everything. Where are you two going?" I can see her situate herself on the couch, her stomach more visible as she enters her sixth month. My eyes watch with a soft smile as she caresses the bump i
Ace"I'm getting dizzy." Violet giggles as I spin her around the dance floor. This particular giggle is something I haven't heard from her before, not this carefree noise that bubbles up from her throat and explodes into a sound that puts goosebumps on my forearms. She's breathing heavily as I pull her into my arms, every part of our bodies touching. I'm breathing hard too, and as we share a breath, I push her away and then bring her back in. Sliding my hand down her back to cup her ass. The song ends, and we break apart to clap. The house band that's playing announces they're going to slow it down a little bit. It's welcome, I'm getting tired. I haven't had a workout like this in a long time. "You need to sit or are you good?" I put my mouth to her ear so she can hear me over the background racket.She shakes her head, smile never leaving her face. "I'm good."A slower tune starts playing from the band on the stage, and she easily slips into my arms. The sounds of every