Giving In (The Sandy Cove Series Book 1) (28 page)

“I like, a lot.”

“Good, Babe. Now I’m going to put my fingers
inside you, then I’m going to lick you there. My hot tongue is
tasting you. You are so fucking perfect, and I love hearing you
moan as I suck on you. Can you moan for me?”

“Yes, Cruz. Oh, God… Don’t stop. Keep it up. I’m
almost there.”

Harlow’s voice cracks and her breathing is
heavier than before. I know this is how she gets when she’s almost
there.

“You taste so fucking good, but I need to be
inside you. Imagine me inside you. I can feel you all around me,
your sweetness, your wetness. I’m not going to be nice babe. I’m
going to keep pounding into you, licking your neck, biting your ear
like you like. I want you to touch yourself while I’m fucking
you.”

I’m so hard right now, it’s uncomfortable, and I
still have another five hours to go before I can let the beast out
of his cage. This girl makes it impossible for me to think
straight. My head is cloudy. I close my eyes and imagine her lying
in her bed with her fingers covering every inch of her sweet pussy,
wishing it was really me doing all the things I’m saying to
her.

“Keep going Cruz. Tell me more.”

“You like it hard and fast sometimes so that’s
how I’m giving it to you. Hard, fast, harder, faster. In and out,
my cock rubbing against your clit. Oh, God Turnip, I can’t… I
can’t.”

I can’t even form a sentence right now, but I
have to hear her go over the edge.

“Faster, Harlow. I’m fucking you faster. Feel
me, baby. Feel Me.”

“I feel you. I feel you! Here I come…” She cries
out in ecstasy, and I’m really afraid I’m going to come right in my
uniform. I had to quicken this one, and I know I will do anything I
have to do in order to go to that career day next week. I have to
see her. It’s not an option.

So, somehow I lucked out. Got a guy at work
to switch days off with me, so here I am, almost to Harlow’s
school, and I can’t wait to see my Turnip. It’s been way too long.
I never thought I’d grow to depend on her, how she makes me feel,
how our distance only makes us stronger.

I have three whole days with my Turnip. My
normal day off, today and the next two. Thursday is Thanksgiving
and me being the new guy, well, I have to work most holidays, but I
don’t have to work New Year’s. I’ll be back in Princeton for a few
days for Harlow’s sister’s wedding.

I pull up to Grayson Elders Middle School. It’s
really a beautiful school. Most of the buildings here are. Old and
rich, like the men who built them. I go up to the office, and I’m
buzzed in. I head to the office, fully clothed in uniform for the
kids. My badge on, and my gun and holster locked and not
loaded.

The women in the office see me approach and
flock to the front desk.

“C-can I help you, Officer?” One of the women
asks me. Stars in her eyes and I’m assuming wet panties.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m Officer Raphael Cruz of the
Sandy Cove Police Department and I’m here to give a lecture to Miss
Hannum’s seventh grade class for career day.”

Pink heats up her cheeks, and she blushes.

“Oh, yes, um, you are Miss Hannum’s, her um,
her…” Her voice trails off.

“Her boyfriend, yes ma’am.” I wink at her which
immediately makes her blush, again.

“I’ll escort you to Miss Hannum’s room.”

Another lady flies around the desk and pushes
the one I have been speaking to away.

“No, no Cathy, I have this. I can take him.”

“Oh no, that won’t be necessary, Rose. I can
take him.”

They give each other the evil eye and go back
and forth with one another. Obviously, there’s going to be an older
women cat fight in about a minute if I don’t stop it myself.

“Ladies, if you just point me in the right
direction and tell me the room number, I’m sure I can find it.”

They look up at me and smile their fake smiles,
and tell me her room number is two hundred. I thank them and leave
the office with the two of them still in a heated disagreement.

When I reach Harlow’s room, I stop when I hear
her voice. So sweet and gentle and just loving. There’s a glass
window in the closed door, and I can see her in the front of the
room, near the blackboard, and she turns to write something, then
back around to address the class. I can see her hair is up in a
high ponytail, (perfect for grabbing onto later) and she’s wearing
her hot-for-teacher glasses.

Fuck me!

I’m not even in the same room with her, and
she’s killing me.

I better get this over with, so I can get her
back to her place and not out of her bed for a few days. I hope she
gave Willow and her family warning not to call a search party when
she is M.I.A. for a few days.

Harlow Hannum is all mine.

I knock on the door of her room, and she turns
and comes towards it, opening it slowly. She smiles, sending
goosebumps down my bare arms.

What an affect she has on me just from a single
smile.

“Officer Cruz, how lovely it is for you to join
us. Please come in.” She winks at me before turning back to the
class.

“Boys and girls, let me introduce a friend of
mine. This is Officer Cruz of the Sandy Cove Police Department. He
is here to speak with you all about his career on the police
force.”

I hear some gasps when I enter the room. Twenty
faces look at me and half of them are girls. Can you guess which
ones gasped?

“Hello everyone. Thank you for having me today.
Miss Hannum was kind enough to ask me to come speak with you about
my job. Does anyone have any questions for me?”

I hear whispers among the kids, and I turn to
Harlow, who gives me a grin.

“Boys and girls, settle down please.”

I see a girl in the front raise her hand
delicately, and I point to her. Her head raised, but her eyes are
down, not making eye contact with me, and I see her cheeks are
pink.

“Um, Officer Cruz, I… Um want to know what you
think is the best part of your job?”

I don’t think anyone has ever asked me that, so
I have to make my answer a good one.

“Well, I would have to say the best part of my
job is helping people.”

She doesn’t look satisfied with my answer.

“Like how do you help people?”

Ok, so I have a feeling this kid is going to
give me a run for my money.

“Lots of ways.”

“In what ways?”

Oh, Jesus. I look to Harlow, who is trying to
mask a smile. Just looking at her makes this line of questioning
worth it. Her eyes light up my soul.

“I help people who are lost, who need to find
their way home, some people who are injured and need the assistance
of an officer. I also take care of the bad guys, and there are some
out there.”

“What do the bad guys do?”

“They hurt other people, steal from other
people, make life difficult for other people. But sometimes when
the bad guy is caught, it makes me feel good I have the kind of job
that I do. I think it’s the best job around.”

Harlow is now standing beside me and gives me a
look that tells me I did good.

After a while and some more questioning, I show
them my gun and my badge. Most of the girls in the class, well, all
of them really, take pictures of me with them with their phones
like little paparazzi.

Harlow tells the class to thank me for coming in
today. I tell them thanks for having me and give them a wave.

“Boys and girls, I’m going to walk Officer Cruz
out and I’ll be right back. Take out your Intro to English Lit
books and continue on chapter ten.”

We exit her classroom and she walks me down the
hall, the only noise I hear are the sounds of her sexy heels
hitting the floor. I’m suddenly pulled into some kind of dark
alcove, and before I know it, Harlow’s hands are in my hair, hat
tossed off, of course, and her lips are on me. Her tongue searching
mine. No other woman with a lip between their teeth can make me
burn throughout my body like she can. I’m lost in my own erotic
bliss. I’m addicted to her.

She releases me and smiles.

“I missed you like crazy, Officer. You did
really well in there.”

I trace her bottom lip with my thumb.

“Well they gave me a run for my money.”

“I think the girls have crushes on you.”

She pouts, and I know she’s kidding.

“Maybe… but I only have eyes for you.”

She sighs and touches my chest.

“I’m halfway through the day, so are you going
to go straight to my house?”

“Yep, got my key. You know where to find
me.”

She gets a devilish look in her eyes.

“It better be in my bed with nothing on except a
full view of those hip stars.”

I laugh. She calls me insatiable.

“You got that right. Promise you’ll wear those
sexy teacher glasses for me the whole time I’m worshiping your
body?”

“I’m pretty sure you can bet on that.”

She gives me a swift kiss, and I walk back down
towards the office. I spot the two secretaries who come out into
the lobby to say goodbye. A little too urgently I might add.

“Bye, Officer Cruz. Thank you so much for
coming,” one of them says to me.

I tip my hat. “Thank you ladies, the pleasure
was all mine.” And the blushing continues.

I get back to Harlow’s house. She’s done a
great job of making this place her own. The last time I was here
she didn’t have any pictures hanging or trinkets or doilies or
whatever chicks have lying around. Now when I walk around I see
photographs of her and her family, and her and her girlfriends, but
my heart stills when I see a long table leading to her upstairs
lined with pictures of her and me. One from earlier in the summer
and one with us fishing. There is one on the boardwalk when we all
decided to act like kids and ride all the roller coasters. But the
one that gets to me, that steals my breath, that makes my heart
pang loudly, is the selfie we took of ourselves in her car on the
way to her parents when I met them for the first time. Her eyes,
big and blue and bright. Under them so much pain that I want to
take away. I want to rescue her from it all. Make it so she never
has to feel pain again. I look at us. Her and I.

Us.

There’s an us, and I don’t ever want there not
to be an us. Then there’s the thing that’s been staring me in the
face for the past few months, it’s been gnawing at me like a
toothache. The one thing that I swore I’d never do… Well, I did
it.

I’ve fallen in love with her.

Damn, it.

I’m so fucking screwed.

“Honey, I’m home,” I hear Harlow say in a
singsong tune as I’m preparing to knock her socks off with my
culinary expertise.

Not really, it’s tacos, but she’s a simple
woman, easy to please. She walks into the kitchen and drops her bag
suddenly at her feet, clearly surprised at what she sees.

“Um, where are your clothes?” She asks, placing
her hands on her hips and using her authoritative teacher
voice.

I continue to stir the meat in the pan, and I
turn to her and address her over my shoulder.

“What do you mean? I have clothes on?”

She saunters up behind me placing her hands on
my abdomen and placing a trail of kisses along my back.

“Not really, dear. An apron does not qualify as
clothing. It’s more of a cover up.” She snakes her hands to cup my
ass, and I lean my head back against her. I shut the pilot light on
the stove burner off. I can’t concentrate when her hands are on
me.

“Why’d you stop cooking? I’m starving.”

I turn to face her and kiss the tip of her
nose.

“I’m hungry too, but I’m pretty sure dinner can
wait.”

I attack her lips, just like she did in her
school. When my lips touch hers, I feel like I never want them to
come apart from hers again. Now that I know I’m in love with her
this kiss is different. The way I even touch her feels different. I
can’t explain it, I’m not good at the words like she is. I just
know it’s different.