ARRESTED: A Stepbrother Cop Romance (2 page)

I lean in closer to him to give him a better view down my
dress. "Am I free to go?"

"Sorry, Miss. I'm going to need you to walk the
line." He points to the solid line on the side of the road, not sounding
sorry at all.
 
In fact, he sounds a
little bit pleased with himself, as though this is part two of his repertoire
of ways to check me out. First, he gets the feels, now he’s after a good look
at my ass.

I know I can do this because I’m sober as a judge, but it
feels humiliating. Still, I don’t want to let him see my reluctance. "I'll
walk anything for you," I say, tossing him a grin over my shoulder as I
step over to the line. "Any particular way you want me to walk it?"

"Straight," he says with no hint of amusement.

I put one foot in front of the other, swaying my hips as
I go.

"Toe to toe, please."

I turn around and frown at him and he shrugs but his lips
twitch again.

"Fine," I say, sounding as pissed as I am.

I walk toe to toe and after a few feet, I turn around.
"Shall I touch my finger to my nose now?"

"I don't think that will be necessary," he says
condescendingly.

Now that the test is over I sway my hips as I walk back
to him, taking up a relaxed position, leaning against my car. If this was a
different day and he wasn’t a cop I’d be so damn tempted to hook one of my legs
around his and pull him in closer. I bet he’d be a great kisser.
 
Those lips look so soft.

"What else can I do for you, Officer?" I ask.

My meaning is clear and his eyes seem to flash with
desire for just a second. His mouth turns up into the smallest grin I've ever
seen and I wonder how many women flirt with him when he pulls them over. Even
if I'd done nothing wrong and wasn't trying to get out of a ticket I’d be
tempted to flirt like crazy with him.

"I think that will be all for tonight."

He opens my door for me and I slide into the driver’s
seat as gracefully as possible. When my legs are safely inside he closes the
door and leans in the window.

"I'll let you off with a warning tonight."

Relief washes over me. "No ticket?"

"No ticket. But don't speed again, Allyson. I'd hate
to have to take you in."

"I promise,” I say and on the spur of the moment I
kiss the tips of my fingers and press them to his lips. It’s like touching a
statue. Even that isn’t enough to make him smile. “You be good, now,” he says
and turns to head back to his car. I watch him walking away in my side mirror.
There’s that swagger again that I know I won’t forget. It’s a swagger that
makes me want to be bad, not good.

2

ALLYSON

The
house is dark as I navigate my way upstairs. I don't turn on the hall light in
case my mother's door is open. I think she’s home and I don't want to wake her
and endure questions that I’m not in any fit state to answer right now.

My legs are still trembling.

I tiptoe past my mother's room and hurry through my
nightly ritual. I’m so glad to be home after what happened. Going back to my
dorm room just didn’t feel right, but I don’t want to think about the reasons
why.

I allow thoughts of Officer Carlisle to fill my mind. The
memory of the traffic stop makes my hands shake as I brush my teeth. Things
could have gone so much worse if Officer Carlisle had been stricter. Thinking
about it, things could have gone so much better if I'd been bolder and Officer
Carlisle had been a dirtier cop. Trust me to find the only good one in town.

He might be a good cop, but he looked like a bad boy. I
saw the edges of the tattoo he has around his bicep. Maybe he has more hidden
under his uniform.

I imagine him in casual clothes; jeans and a t-shirt that
would show off his great physique. I’m grateful for the distraction he’s
provided me. I need other things to think about that don’t make my palms sweat
with panic.

I make my way to my childhood bedroom. Mom always keeps
it clean and tidy, the sheets and comforter freshly washed. She knows I like to
come home when I can. I sit on the bed to take off my heels and then stand to
slip off my dress. As it drops to the floor I remember the way Officer
Carlisle’s hands felt against my skin; big, rough, capable. My nipples perk up
as the material of the dress grazes them. My bad boy cop had been careful to
avoid the best bits when he was frisking me, but that doesn’t stop me from wondering
what his hands would have felt like on my breasts. Those large rough palms
squeezing and bringing my nipples into hard peaks with a flick of a thumb.

I hang the dress in the closet, take off my makeup, and
look for a pair of pajamas. The blue silk ones will feel good against my skin
so I pull those on, turn my bedroom light off and fold the blankets down on my
bed.

 
The house is
completely quiet. So quiet my own breathing sounds loud in the darkness. In the
silence, my thoughts drift back to the party. The memories are dark and the
reality of my situation so dreadful that my heart picks up its pace in a flash.
What have I gotten myself into? So stupid. So careless. I should have learned
my lesson a long time ago.

Men can’t be trusted to protect you.

They only care about you when it suits them, and then they
turn on you. A flash of a cold night, many years ago, comes into my mind. A
dark looming man with a contorted face stands over my mom, one hand around her
neck, the other balled into a fist at his side.

I take a deep breath and hold it, trying to regain
control of myself. I’m weighed down by ghosts of the past and present and my
fears for how they will impact my future. The burden of it all feels so heavy.

When I was little my mom told me that how I feel is my
choice. She said if I let my worries grow in my mind, they’ll become too big to
deal with. She taught me to imagine a box, open a lid, put my worries inside
and close the lid. I had a lot of worries after that big man left us alone.

I do it now, heaping everything that happened at the
party tonight and trying to seal it away. There’s a part of me that’s always
doubted how healthy it is to do this. I know that therapists want their
patients to talk about their troubles and, by doing so, accept the reality of
their situation.

But I can’t.

I just can’t.

The silly glow-in-the-dark stars that I fastened to my
bedroom ceiling when I was about nine shine down on me and I focus on the
smallest one. I think about the assignment I’m working on and plan it out a
little in my head, but the distraction doesn’t keep the top of the box in
place. I see a flash of Drew’s face in my mind, my father’s closed fist, the
fear in my mom’s eyes, and have to shake my head vigorously to displace it all.

I think about Officer Carlisle’s serious mouth and eyes
that shone with something that I couldn’t seem to determine. I was so brazen
with him and it’s not like me to put myself out there like that. I think about
why I was different tonight. I was on edge for sure, and in a tight situation,
but that isn’t everything. It was him.

The man was hotter than fire.

I momentarily feel guilty for my attempts to manipulate
him. Using my womanly attributes seems cheap now that I’m alone in my bed. It
was worth it, though, to avoid a ticket.

Sad that I'll probably never see him again, I lay,
waiting for sleep to claim me, but every time I let my mind drift it goes to
unpleasant places. I focus on the memory of Officer Carlisle’s hands on me
again. I close my eyes and think about him because the alternative is too dark
and scary. While the touch of his hands on my legs was moan inducing, I would
have liked more than the light caress he gave me. I would have liked to see
more than the slight twitch of his lips into an almost grin. I’d love to know
what he’d be capable of if he would just let out the bad boy that I thought I
saw in his eyes.

I start to fantasize, letting my mind return to the place
at the side of the road. I see myself facing my car as instructed with my hands
pressed against the roof. Officer Carlisle is behind me running his hands up
the outside of my legs tantalizingly slow. Every inch of my skin that he
touches comes alive. Heat rushes to the spot and a shiver races up my body. I
ache between my legs so badly, but this time, instead of maintaining his
professionalism, he allows his thumbs to brush over my panties. My knees feel
close to buckling, the cool air caressing between them a contrast to his hot
fingers. I stiffen, not sure what to do, or what to say? Surely an officer of
the law wouldn’t be so bold at a routine traffic stop.

"You like that, don't you?” he mutters. “You want me
to push a finger into that tight pussy.”

"No, Officer,” I say. “I don't want that." The
words sound hollow, and I don’t move away.

"You can't fool me.” His breath is hot on the back
of my thigh. He’s so close I’m sure he must be able to smell how aroused I am.

"Honestly, I don't like it. You can't do that."
I pretend to look around frantically for help.

"You’re lying, Allyson. I can feel your heat and I
can smell how much you want it. I can take you right here and no one will stop
me."

God, his voice. The rough tone of it combined with a hint
of desperation. He sounds close to losing control and it turns me on so much. I
don’t want him to know, though. I pretend I don't want the things that he’s
saying. I pull away slightly to force him to move closer. He caresses me again
and I shiver, biting my lip to stop a moan from escaping.

"Please stop, Officer Carlisle. I won't speed again.
I promise."
 

He stands up behind me, so tall and broad his presence is
like a wall at my back. He chuckles in my ear, his hot breath sending another
shiver through me.

"Why should I stop? You want this. You want me. If
you didn't want it, you wouldn't have been speeding along this stretch of
road."

"I didn't mean to be speeding. Please don't do
this." I lean back ever so slightly to be closer to him. My pussy throbs
for attention, the teasing caresses driving me crazy.

"You still need to be taught a lesson." He
strokes my thighs once more and I hear him chuckle when I tremble.

"You're scaring me." I say, my voice
breathless.

"You should be scared. I’m checking for weapons and
I know you’ve got something bad here." He grips my thighs to pull my legs
apart even more. I lean into the car, my hands still splayed on the roof.
"I know you're hot for me, Allyson. I can tell when I do this." He
runs a finger up my thigh until he's almost touching my pussy.

My thighs quiver and my pussy is wet with wanting. My
whole body is alight with longing. I ache to be filled, hoping he'll follow
through with the taunts. The heat from his body seeps into my back blocking out
a cool night breeze.

"Officer, please, don't touch me like that."

"Like what? This?" He trails a finger along my
thigh just below my pussy. The teasing gesture makes my pussy hunger for him
even more.

He’s in no hurry, despite how exposed we are. His finger
slowly strokes along the seam of my panties, nudging them to the side in such
tiny increments that I almost don’t notice what he’s doing until I’m fully
exposed. He slips that same finger through the soft fold of my pussy, parting
everything so explicitly that my legs almost give way. When he finally pushes
his finger deep inside me, I suck in a noisy and desperate sounding breath. Oh
god, it feels so good. It shouldn’t but it does.

I bite my lip to keep from moaning, to keep the charade
of my resistance going.
 

"You’re so wet, Allyson. Wet for me?"

"No, not for you."

He plunges his finger in deeper, sliding in easily
because I'm so slick.

"I can tell you want me, Allyson." He fingers
me faster and despite myself, I lower my hips to take him.

"No, I don't want you."

The lie falls from my lips easily because I know he won't
listen. He won't stop what he’s doing. He'll keep probing inside me, violating
me, just the way I like it. He pushes a second finger into me, stretching my
walls. I bite back a groan, force myself not to bend my legs to drive his fingers
further inside me.

"Yes, you do."

The rasp of his zipper makes my eyes flutter closed. I
tremble again, waiting for his next move, knowing what it will be and eager to
have his cock between my legs.

"I'm big, Allyson, but I know you can take me. I'm going
to force you to open you right up." He almost growls the words and a real
shiver of fear runs through me. If he’s as big as I imagine, maybe it’ll hurt.

Not able to move, I wait. He takes his fingers out of my
pussy and I already miss the intrusion. I need him to fill me, fuck me, take me
as hard as he wants. He slips his dick between my legs and my juices coat him.
I lean over slightly to give him better access even as I say, "Don't,
please."

He teases me, nudging the opening of my body with his cock,
rubbing it back and forth between my lips but not plunging deep like I want him
to. I can't ask him to take me. I'm not supposed to like this. I've been
protesting since the first caress. I force myself to stay still, wondering when
he'll do what he’s been threatening.

"Can you feel that, baby?” he mutters in my
ear.
 
“I'm coated in your juices because
you want me so bad, don’t you? You want me to fuck you so hard."

I’m so turned on I can hardly breathe. I sag against the
car, feeling weak with desire. Officer Carlisle shifts slightly behind me, as
though he might be considering pulling away. "No, I don't. I want you to
stop," I blurt, hoping my words will keep him in the game.

He reaches up and cups my breast, flicking the nipple
into a hard peak. As he rolls it between his thumb and finger, sending a jolt
of electricity to my pussy, he laughs in my ear. I love his laugh and the way
it makes me feel so worthless and humiliated. His breath is hot on my neck;
intimidating. I want to beg him to fuck me hard, to stick his big dick inside
me as deep as he can get it. I want him to knock the breath from my lips and
the sense from my head. All that matters is the ache in my pussy that can only
be eased with his help.

"What are you going to do to stop me?" His
whisper in my ear sends a shiver through me because, even if I really did want
to stop him, there would be no fighting him off. Officer Carlisle is a mountain
of a man; brute strength and pure force combined.

The head of his cock feels so big at my entrance. He
cants his hips, nudging and nudging, and my pussy gets wetter and greedier with
every move. Oh, I want him to push harder, to drive it into me, to split me
open just like he promised.
 
He grips my
hips harder, fingers digging into my soft flesh, and thrusts until his cock
breaches the tight entrance of my cunt and he slides right in deep.
 
It feels so amazing, like cool lemonade on a
hot summer's day and a million other amazing clichés I could think of. I moan,
in my fantasy and in reality too, as my hand slips into my silk pajama bottoms
and the tip of my finger finds my clit. I rub in slow circles as I imagine the
length of him filling me and owning me.
 
It feels so good I can't stop.

With one hand still groping my breast, fantasy Officer
Carlisle jerks his hips up as he pumps hard, my pussy gripping him tight.

The force of his thrusts push me into the car and it
rocks slightly as Officer Carlisle fucks me. The metal is cool against my skin,
soothing, keeping me cool enough to enjoy the heat of the sex. He keeps
thrusting, my protests completely gone from my mind now. How could I have
denied him this, denied myself this?