10-80: Line of Duty Series (5 page)

I pulled away.

We were both panting with wide eyes, staring at the other.

“Fuck.” I sighed as I regained my composure. “Why are you fighting this?”

“You know why,” she breathed and readjusted her bag.

“Stop.”

“You don’t…”

“I said, stop.” Putting my finger to her mouth. “Thursday night. What are you doing?”

She grabbed my finger and moved it down between her breasts again. “I have class.”

“Saturday night?”

She looked at me with squinted eyes.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

WOOP.

We both turned to see the patrol car ride up.

“Let’s go, lover boy, got a call,” Sal yelled out of the car.

“Fuck,” she gasped and looked the other way.

“Let’s go.” I grabbed her hand.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Oh, yes the fuck you are. You’re not going home this late. You live on the other side of town. It’s too late for you to be traveling by yourself.”

“Excuse me, Officer, but I’ve been traveling by myself for longer than you’ve been in that uniform. I can take care of myself. Thank you.”

“Well, not on my watch. You’re not.”

I went to pull her, but she pulled back

“I am not getting in that car with you.” She shook her head, fear evident in her eyes.

“Fine, I’ll drop you off at a corner of the subway station.” I exhaled at the absurdity of these fucking unspoken rules.

“I can get there. I don’t need your help.” She remained adamant.

“D’asia,” I walked her back up against the wall. “You are going to get your ass in that car, even if I need to carry you. I will not, in good conscience, let you leave me and wonder about whether you got home or not. So which way will it be? Walk or be carried?”

She snatched her hand away from mine and walked ahead of me. Murmuring something about, bossy policemen with badges and kicking my ass.

“Howdy,” Sal turned to smile at her.

“Howdy,” she replied in a bored tone.

“Hey, D’asia.” Jesse said when she closed the door.

“Hey, Jess, you in trouble?” She asked in concern.

“Naw, Ryan is my cousin. I am going on a ride along. I’m thinking of being a police officer.”

“Hmm,” she replied. “I see. So you got into this car willingly?”

Sal burst out laughing as I pulled into traffic. I shook my head.

“Yeah,” Jesse chuckled. “You didn’t.”

“Nope,” She emphasized.

“You got a live one, partner.” Sal hit me.

I shook my head again.

“I can take care of myself.” She banged on the window.

Sal continued to laugh, until he was choking.

“Simmer down back there,” I yelled through the thick glass.

“No.” she yelled back.

Sal was bent over with his hands on the dashboard, coughing and laughing at the same time. I eventually had to laugh myself. The entire situation was ridiculous.

“Glad y’all find something funny.” She then turned towards Jesse and said, “I do not like your cousin. I’m sorry he’s related to you. You come off as a nice guy. He’s not.”

“Aww, Ryan is cool. You just got to get to know him. He’s one of the good ones.” She was shaking her head. “Seriously, he’s solid. The only one on the force of cops, I actually trust. Plus, it seems he likes you and he don’t like everybody, so that says a lot.”

She stared at Jesse and then turned around in the seat to glare at me through the mirror. I smiled at her and she rolled her eyes.

When we reached the station closest to her house, I stopped and opened the door for her. I wanted to touch her or kiss her, but I knew eyes were on us and not the ones in the car.

“Saturday,” I called.

“Whatever,” D’asia called back as she power-walked across the street.

“Don’t have me come looking for your ass.”

She flipped me her middle finger and I laughed out loud. When I got back to the car, Sal looked at me for a beat, then burst out laughing again. Once he calmed down, he said, “I take it back. I’m all team D’asia. You should see your face. Smitten.”

“Shut the fuck up.” I shook my head.

T
he man was infuriating
beyond all concepts of frustration. A bully is what he was and a sexy one at that. It was three in the morning and I could not sleep due to the nagging thoughts that clouded my mind. My nipples were erect, my panties wet and I was feverishly hot with naughty thoughts of his lips on my breast and between my legs kissing my other lips. Desperately having that taste that he keeps talking about.

Goddamn.

He had not called or texted and I’d be damned if I would be the first. It was juvenile, oh, I knew, but I still would not call. Yeah, he knew some key history about Malcolm X, he actually volunteered his time on Saturdays to help out the boys and educate them on Harlem, New York and all that. That all gave him points, but the thing that trumped all of that was the fact that he was a white cop and this was the real world and I lived in
The Trap
. There would be no climbing up my fire escape to rescue me. He’d get shanked before he made it to the third floor. We would be targeted as snitches and possibly something worse could happen. I had no intentions of bringing that storm into Zee’s life. This was another reason why I had not had a boyfriend in over five years. This was life and it was mine.

On Friday, around seven o’clock, he called. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I couldn’t answer as I was so nervous. He called right back, but I still did not answer. Then a text from him came through.

Pick up the phone.

It was like he was in my head or something. The phone rang again, so I answered.

“Yes.”

“Smart woman,” he laughed. “I can feel you rolling your eyes.”

I snickered because I was rolling my eyes.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Getting ready to eat dinner.”

“You have enough for me?”

“No.”

“Is Zee there?”

“No, spending the night, so the boys can get to the precinct on time tomorrow.”

“Ahhh, the Henrys.”

“Yeah.”

“So you’re alone tonight?”

“Not really.”

“What does that mean?” He questioned.

“What I said.”

“D’asia.” He warned, “You don’t want to rattle me, sweetness.”

For some reasons, I did not want to rattle him. Well, maybe a little I did.

“I’m not alone, well I won’t be for long. So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?”

“D’asia?” He growled.

I loved the way he said my name.

“Yes,” I cooed.

“I’m headed over.”

“No, no. I was just kidding.” Panic rose in me.

“You’re lucky. My shift doesn’t end until eleven. I want to see you though.”

“You’ll see me tomorrow, right. What are the plans? Where am I meeting you?”

“I’ll tell you tonight, after my shift.”

“What?” I asked.

“Ready, partner.” A voice said in the background.

“Yeah, gotta go. Talk to you later.” He said and the phone hung up.

Did he just say he was coming over after his shift? No, he probably meant calling after shift. I’d have to make sure I was sleep, so I couldn’t answer the phone. The man was crazy.

T
he clock read 11
:30 PM. I was in bed, watching SVU, when the knock came to my door. Dread seeped into my body as I remembered our conversation. I slowly made my way to the door, trying not to make any noises, so I could pretend I was sleep or something. Then my phone rang. The screen showed,
Ryan McFadden calling
.

Shit.

I unlocked all three locks, but kept the latch on.

“Yes,” I asked.

“Open the door.” He raised an eyebrow at me.

The man was dressed in a leather jacket, jeans and Timberland boots.

Interesting
.

“Do you need me to yell Police, for you to open it?”

“No, that’s not necessary.” I closed the door and slid the nob to the left.

Exhaling, I opened the door while holding the table, knowing that as soon as I made the decision, there would be no turning back. Allowing this man to enter my life was bound to come with its own set of hurdles. More shit I didn’t need, but really I don’t think I could help it, even if I tried. He was pulling me under and I swear I fought the good fight, but I was losing to him.

He walked in and looked at me with a smirk. The same smirk he always had on his damn face. It was sexy, it was also very telling. The man was up to no good.

Turning, I re-locked the door and started to walk into the living room. He grabbed my hand, keeping me in the foyer. Slowly, he pulled me back to him and once my body was touching his, he said, “You know what this means?”

I looked into his gray eyes and said, “Yes.”

He reached up, moved my hair out of my face, keeping his hand there. “You sure?”

“Are you?” I answered with a question.

“Positive.”

“Okay, then.” I went to pull away.

“Umm, hmm,” he shook his head. “Not so fast.”

His fingers wrapped around the back of my neck and he pulled me towards him. “I need another taste.”

Ryan’s face descended above mine. My eyes closed, as he took his fill of me. I pulled up on my toes, so he could take more. Pushing him against the wall, I started to give back as good as he was giving. He groaned, and that hit my core because I reached up, grabbing his hair. Pressing my body into him, he swatted at my ass, causing me to moan.

He pulled away.

“Goddamn, woman.” His eyes were low with desire.

I rubbed my chest against his and he shook his head.

“Bedroom.” He was on the move with me in tow by the hand.

“Make a right, second door on the right.” I was jogging behind him, as he was making wide strides towards the room.

Once we reached the room, he saw SVU on the screen and turned to me with a raised eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and went to turn it off. I heard the bed squeak, so he must have sat down. When I turned, his jacket was off and on the other side of the bed. He was in a long white Henley that showed most of his pecks.

“Come here.” His eyes were low.

I obeyed and he pulled me, so I was standing between his legs.

“I want to see you naked.” He held onto my hips.

Well, it was all or nothing now. So, I pulled my t-shirt off, displaying my bare breast. Then I shimmied out of my pajama shorts, leaving my pink panties on.

“Better than I imagined.” He reached up and held my left breast, then massaged the nipple with his thumb.

Before I could tilt my head back, he was pulling me on the bed and twisted, so he was on top of me.

“You know how many times, I’ve thought of you like this. Under me. Your sexy ass body, and my hands all over it.” He kissed my lips. “Ever since I first saw you.”

Ryan kissed his way down to my neck, then lower to reach my right breast, while kneading the other. After a while, he switched nipples and feasted on each of them, sending my arousal meter through the roof. Careful not to neglect either of them, he nipped both of the buds, eliciting a yelp from me. My hand held him close to me, as he was setting off all sorts of alarms and warnings to my body. If he kept that up, I could most definitely come.

I had not had many lovers, but Drake from Brooklyn, showed me what a good tongue lashing could actually do in the front seat of his car. He gave me my very first orgasm and I had been hooked ever since. He was the man that opened the whole world of orgasms to me. I did not have many lovers, but I did have a trusted vibrator. It would do the trick. I was really hoping Ryan would do the trick, but I had no idea what to expect from this guy. So far, he had my body lit up like a Christmas tree for him, but I was hoping the fireworks would start.

“Take off your panties.” He told me.

I lifted, so he could get them off. Then he opened my legs and ran a finger down my slit, sending shivers throughout my body.

“Damn, woman. You’re wet for me.” He licked his finger then sighed. “Delicious and sweet.”

He was turning me all the way on. With no warning, he dove in and latched onto my throbbing clit. I moaned and open my legs wider. He sucked, nipped and kissed each lip, cleft and nub down there. Then he inserted his tongue into my wet hole. It did not go far, but it felt damn good.

“You are tight, sweetness.” He looked up.

His finger tried to penetrate, but it didn’t go far either.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked.

“No, it’s just been a while.”

“How long?”

“Five years.” I pulled the spare pillow over my head, to cover my embarrassment.

The bed moved, then I felt it rise up. I heard a belt buckle, something hit the floor then the bed dipped again. The pillow was removed from my face and replaced with his face.

“Sweetness, nothing to be ashamed of.” He turned my face towards him. “When the time comes, I’ll go nice and slow.”

He kissed me on the lips, then slid back down. His shirt was gone and so were his pants. He was in black sports briefs and his mouth was back on my other set of lips. The tingles were back and this time, he inserted one digit and pushed in and out until I was moving around on his finger. He continued to suck viciously on my clit, until I could feel the blood flowing through my veins. My chest was beating wildly, my leg started to shake and my mouth was wide open, but nothing was coming out. His finger pushed all the way in and I screamed my ecstasy out, as he rode the wave and continued to suck on my bud.

“Goddamn,” I exhaled, while my leg continued to shake uncontrollably.

He kept sucking, causing me to plead with him to stop.

“Ryan,” I yelled, as the wave started to consume me again.

He released my clit and added a finger to my wet pussy, and urged me on. “Come for me, D’asia.”

“Ryan,” I gasped.

“That’s right, baby. Say my name and come for me.”

I moaned as he re-inserted his two fingers and rubbed my clit wildly, causing me to sit up and try to close my legs. He beat me to it and clamped them down as he kept rubbing.

“Rrryyyyyaaann,” I screamed.

My body tried to roll over to stop the assault to my core, but he kept going and it kept flowing. Electricity coursed through me as every hair on my body was raised and every muscle was tight with the overwhelming energy that pulsed within my body. When he finally stopped, I fell back on the bed in a comatose state or so it felt. He licked and slurped every drop. Then kissed his way back up to me until his face hovered over mine.

“You lit right up for me.” He smiled. “Loved you calling my name. Coming under my touch. So goddamn sweet.”

“Hmm,” was all I could say.

My eyes were barely open.

“Yeah,” he kissed me on the lips.

He turned my body to face him, then kissed me deeper. I brought my hand up to hold his face, so I could kiss him back. Tasting me on him was hot as shit. I pulled back, so I could return the favor, get ready for the main course, but I had to get him ready. As I went to go lower, he pulled me back up and said, “No, no. Not that type of party.”

“What?” I asked.

“That’s for another day. Tonight was for you. Well, for me, but for your pleasure.”

“So, you are saying I can’t give you pleasure?” I asked with all types of attitude.

“Yeah, not tonight, anyway.”

“That’s ridiculous.” I snapped.

“There she goes. Kitty showing her claws. It’s too late for your shit,” Ryan smacked me on the butt, then said, “I have no problems putting you over my knee and spanking that ass.”

Many thoughts came to my brain at that point and none of them signaled for me to have him leave. Actually, I was curious what a spanking would be like.

“You going to be a good girl?” he asked as I rolled my eyes. “Fine, you want to be naughty, do it tomorrow, when I haven’t worked a twelve-hour shift.”

Oh.

“Thank you.” I said.

His eyebrow raised and that arrogant smirk rose on his face.

“Ladies and gentlemen, D’asia Carey said
thank you
to me. Little old me.” He mocked crying.

“Oh my God,” I turned my back on him and moved to the other side of the bed.

He pulled me back and said, “No, sweetness. You sleep in my arms, till I have to leave. Okay?”

His words were a little slurred, like he was falling asleep.

“Okay.”

“So sweet.” He whispered in my ear. “Not letting you go, D’asia. Telling you now.”

He was barely conscious, but I heard him.

I heard him loud and clear.

T
he clock read 5
:30 AM, when I heard a voice saying, “Wake up.”

“What?” I was trying to figure out where I was and who was talking to me.

“Sweetness.” I heard and knew that was nobody but Ryan. “Come lock the door behind me. I have to go now.”

“Okay.” He pulled me up and literally walked me to the front door with my eyes still closed.

There, he unlocked them all, then leaned down to say, “I had fun last night.”

“Me too.”

“I want more of that. Tonight, we’re going to eat at Musholum in Brooklyn. I’ll pick you up on the West side, okay.”

“Umm, hmm.”

“You ain’t hear nothing I said, huh?”

“Umm, hmm.”

He pulled me to him and said, “Get some sleep sweetness. Lock up behind me.”

I nodded my head and he kissed my forehead. Once he opened the door, he peeked out, then close it behind him. I locked all the locks and shuffled back to bed. It was Saturday, I had a date and I needed an outfit. That was my last thought before I drifted.

A few hours later, that same thought jolted me awake.

“Shit, I have nothing to wear.” I hoarsely gasped as I sat up suddenly in the bed.