Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Luke
I haven't gotten this freaky in the front or back seat of a car since I was a teenager. Truth be told, I shouldn't be doing it now as an officer of the law. If I'm caught, there could be repercussions, but there's nothing I can do to stop this.
Deanna's head is thrown back and she's grinding against me like she's riding my cock. Glancing around at where we're parking, I'm convinced we're hidden enough where we are on this dead-end back road. I reach forward, dislodging her slightly as I dim the dashboard lights.
"What are you doing?" she asks, looking around.
"Turning these lights down so anyone who might come down this road can't see what we're doing."
She leans her forehead to mine. "How did you find this place, anyway? Is this where you bring all your girlfriends?"
I recognize what she's doing. Making herself smaller so that she won't get hurt if I say yes. Grabbing her chin, I jerk it down firmly so that our eyes meet. It's not in a way that will cause her to think about the man she left, but will hopefully emphasize how I want her to see herself. "No, I've never brought someone out here before. I found it when I was searching for a place to fill out my paperwork, and every single time I've been back here, there's never been another person."
Her eyes meet mine, and we look at each other for entirely too long. I'm beginning to think she's not going to believe it. Just as I'm about to kick my own ass, she presses forward and plants her lips on mine. This kiss is just as out of control as the previous one.
We gaze at one another, the heat flaring between us after I pull back. With grins on both of our faces, we mirror each other as we both reach down and take our shirts off. A smirk spreads across my face when I reach back and hit the lever on the seat, allowing it to fall back. Reaching over, I grab her around the thighs squeezing them tightly..
"Dee, can you show me how you like to ride?"
She reaches down, unbuttoning my pants, and scooting them down my thighs. "Sure can. Just make sure you hold on tight."
I'm working with Troy tonight because my SUV is in the shop. It's weird to be in the passenger seat and not controlling everything. I haven't done this since my training days, which weren't long ago. It blows my mind how fast we as humans get into a routine.
We're sitting on the side of the road near Dixie Plaza after attending a car accident, finishing up some paperwork.
"I'm not a gossiper..." he starts.
I close my eyes and lean back against the headrest. "But?"
"But Lizzie's got my interest. What the fuck is going on between you and Deanna? I've known her a long time, and she doesn't have many people that will stand up for her. So I'm gonna tell you right now that if you're planning on hittin' it and quitin' it? Go on somewhere. She's had enough to deal with when it comes to Kyle."
Troy is someone I respect the hell out of, but this pisses me off. "I'm not, and she's a grown woman. She can make her own goddamned decisions. The only people I have to check in with are Malcolm and Addison. Malcolm's already threatened me, so don't feel like you have to do it, too."
He holds his hands up. "Good, all I wanted to know was that you wouldn't take advantage of her."
"Trust me, she's not allowing anyone to take advantage of her any longer." And that makes me proud of her. She's standing on her own two feet, even if everyone else can't see it.
Troy opens his mouth to speak, but a souped-up Mustang literally flies by us. "Holy fuckin' shit. Did you see that?" He flips on the lights and sirens.
"Barely."
We get in behind, Troy navigating the turns of the back road like he's playing some sort of video game. I'm hanging on to the oh shit handle, reading off the license plate, make and model, for dispatch.
"It's coming back to a Joe Stevens. Wanted out of Fayette, Warren, Bellehaven, and Barren counties. Proceed with caution."
Fuck. My. Life.
It's tense as I call for backup and start radioing where we are. "Crossing Richpond and Richardsville roads. Taking the S-curves at over eighty miles an hour." I let go of the mic. "You got this?" I look over at Troy. He's got a white-knuckled death grip on the wheel.
"Ain't gonna kill ya, if that's what you're worried about, kid."
Good to know. "I'm more worried about Lizzie and what she's gonna do to me if your face gets scratched."
He grins. "You let me handle her. She purrs like a kitten."
I'm sure she does. Hitting the mic again, I keep calling out the cross streets we're passing. "Straight stretch on 52. We're gonna go for the pit." I hold on tighter, clenching my ass as Troy guns the SUV, and the police package kicks in to get closer to Joe. I've never done a pit, and never been with an officer who did. I lift myself off my seat in preparation as we hit him. "Pit executed."
Joe loses control, spins around three times, and comes to a stop on the side of the road with tires smoking.
"This motherfucker is going to run," Troy sighs.
As he says those words, we get out of the SUV, guns drawn on Joe. He slips out of his demolished driver's side door, flips the bird, and takes off.
"Shit. Suspect fleeing on foot into the wood line. Dark pants and dark shirt. Can we get a K-9 out here?"
Cam's voice is loud over the radio. "I'm a mile out. Be there ASAP."
As we all take off at a run, Troy turns back to me. "Those scanner apps are gonna be burning up tonight."
But the only thing going through my mind is getting to Deanna, and making sure she's okay.