Koa
2.
“I’m not sure if this will be the hardest night ever, or the hardest night ever,” says my partner and best friend, Ledger, wiggling his eyebrows while we still sit in the car, around the curb of DiMeolas bar.
“Could be fun. But we sure as shit should keep our hands on our guns,” I say, remembering the last time we shut down a bachelorette party and I had to put a bridesmaid under arrest because she pulled my gun out of my holster. Her drunk ass, of course, thought we were strippers.
“And boss should hand out fucking junk protectors,” I add.
Ledger closes his eyes, probably thinking back to the bride, who searched for a whole other gun.
“Fuck, we should better invest in those. I’ve had more attacks down on my dick than bullets fired at me,” he says laughing.
Some of the women I’ve met on the job I enjoyed a little too much, and I have played out a few cop fantasies. But most of the women we meet at work are just too fucking much. Most of the time they are too drunk, or too demanding, too obvious. And I’m starting to not dig it anymore. I’m twenty-eight, I’ve had my fair share of fucks, so the easily accessible way is not the one I like to walk these days.
“Damn, Koa, I need to get fucking laid.”
My friend on the other hand…
I look over to him and see him looking out the window. A few random people pass by our car, looking inside before they skittle away quickly. Cop energy hitting different…
“Shouldn’t be too fucking hard, just call up Lindsay. Or was it Laura?” I ask with a chuckle, and he replies with a finger.
“It’s Leyla, and no, not her. She wants a relationship, and you know I don’t.”
Ledger is still not over the whole single man, living out his fantasies phase.
“Such a shame. Wasn’t she the one with the magic tongue?”
He groans, and I see his hand wander down to his junk, almost touching himself.
“Fuck, don’t mention that.”
“You need it too fucking bad, how long has it been dude?”
“Way too fucking long. I’ve worked so many fucking shifts I don’t even know my damn home anymore. Plus all that shitload of office stuff we still have to do. I’m so over it.”
He doesn’t even need to do this job. Ledger’s family is loaded, a CEO position in his dad’s company with a seven-digit salary is waiting for him to take, but he wants to be here. I would gladly remind him about that, but I know the deeper reason behind his badge. So his complaint has the same value as mine.
“Look who you’re telling it to, Ledge. Didn’t the chief want to hire someone to help out?”
Ledger puts his phone in his pocket and checks the bullets in his gun before putting it back in the holster.
“He did, but still hasn’t found one I think. Probably hasn’t even seen any applicants, too busy with his own shit.”
“I haven’t seen my own four walls in forever either and would fucking love to take a few days off and go visit my sister.”
I check my gun too and step out of the car.
He groans. “Don’t mention your hot ass sister…”
“I heard that, you fucker!”
He chuckles as he winks at me over the car roof.
“What? Why won’t you hook me up with her? I’m a perfect match, look at my beautiful face.”
We step onto the curb and both look in the direction of the bar.
“If you stop whoring around, want to settle down, get married, have kids—and when you’re not a fucking cop anymore—then I might think about it,” I say and laugh at his expression.
“You’re a mean asshole. Just know that if I had a sister I wouldn’t let her date you either, especially not with your fucking scary, ten-inch dick.”
“Ledger, please stop thinking about my cock, we both came to the conclusion that we like tits and pussies and not each other’s dicks when we were sharing that nice girl three months ago. By the way, was that the last time you had some? That why you need it so bad? Or are you just hung up on my junk?”
“I was just scared you would poke me with that fucking thing, that’s all.” Ledger chuckles. “I had some from Leyla not too long ago. Thank you very much for caring about my sex life.”
I snicker and close the car door.
“I hope you at least tongued the poor girl.”
He grins, and while he answers I hear a small “excuse me” from behind us. Before I can stop Ledger from letting his mouth embarrass us even further, he continues talking, like he’s holding a speech.
“You know I love tongue fucking the ladies almost as much as you do—” he starts but turns around the same time I do.
And it’s almost as if we begged the universe to give us the hottest woman on the planet by talking this much about fucking. Because in front of me stands the most beautiful girl with vibrant, big, green elf eyes, a petite nose, pouty lips that look so fucking soft without any trace of lipstick, and rosy cheeks. She has a mass of brown, wavy hair surrounding her face and a body to fucking worship. Wide hips, packed in hot jeans, a silver of her stomach blinking out under a big set of tits. And, fuck, are those her nipples poking through the thin piece of fabric she’s wearing over those beauties?
“I uh… could I…” she speaks so soft, bites her beautiful lip, and looks away.
Some women have perfected the shy act, but I’m ninety-nine percent sure she really is shy. And then I remember we’re wearing our uniforms, and she’s probably intimidated like a lot of people are when they see us.
And this beautiful girl just heard us talk about our dicks and tongue fucking. We’re fucking dumb…
“Do I know you from somewhere?” my partner asks.
I want to punch him for doing such a cheap pick-up line. But when I look over to him, I know he’s serious because he kind of looks puzzled as if he really thinks he knows her somehow. Maybe he has hooked up with her…
Her gaze wanders from him to me, luring me in with her beautiful, special eyes. Her eyes look up to mine and then down to my lips, making me lick them. Her mouth opens a little on a soundless sigh. When she registers that she’s just staring at me, she clears her throat and looks back up at Ledger, who’s smiling way too bright.
“I ah, I don’t think so,” she mumbles, looking all over his uniform, an even deeper tinge of red forming on her cheeks.
Fuck. Did I say I didn’t dig girls who like the cop thing? For her I would do a whole Magic Mike show.
“So how can we help you, miss?” I ask her, hooking my thumb into the leather of my gun holster.
Her eyes wander down to my hand and then further down to my junk. Fuck… Her face flushes even brighter before she quickly looks back up again.
“I, ah, actually just wanted to pass. You guys are blocking the way,” she replies, her blush still intact.
Ledger chuckles and moves a step so she can walk past us.
I stand still, not moving an inch, and when she moves to walk by us, I inhale her scent. She smells fucking amazing, I think it’s a mixture of vanilla and honey, and I want to fucking know her. Her gaze clashes with mine again, and fuck I want to be off the clock right now because I think I will never fucking see her again. She tucks her hair behind her ear, and that is when I see a little cut at the top of her cheek and I freeze, balling my fists. Flashbacks flicker behind my eyes of exactly the same kind of cuts on someone else, and I immediately have the worst thoughts about this. Who the fuck did that?
“Miss, where are you heading?” I demand, a little more aggressive now, which makes her stop in an instant.
Ledger looks over her shoulder to me with a questioning face.
“Uhm, to meet a friend?” she says, looking at me expectantly.
I inch toward her, and she almost bumps into Ledger.
“What happened to your face?” I ask.
Ledger comes around immediately, almost knocking me down, to look at her cheek.
“Ma’am, are you in any danger?” he asks.
She shakes her head no but looks down to her feet. All sorts of alarm bells ring in my head.
“You sure?” I start, taking a step away from her. “We’re able to help you, you know that right?”
Her cheeks almost lift into a smile, which is kind of weird in this situation, but then her face falls again.
“Thank you, Officer, but I’m fine,” she answers and steps away.
Before I can stammer another word, Ledger comes to the rescue.
“Can I see your ID, miss?”
She halts, our gazes clashing again. Fuck I want her. Her teeth are grazing her pouty lips and it looks like fucking soft porn. She gets her bag from her shoulder and pulls out a small purse to fish out a driver’s license. She hands it to Ledger, but I take it from her hand, our fingers brushing, and I feel her touch down to my toes. She pulls her hand away too fast as I take the card and look over it. A quick procedure I do daily. But this time with a selfish nature.
“Lacey Juliette Monroe.” And fuck she’s still so fucking young. “And you’re twenty, you haven’t been drinking, have you?”
She shakes her head no, and I hand her ID back, this time without touching her. She quickly puts it away before she pulls her hair back behind her ear and I see the cut again.
My instincts fight with my rational thinking. I want to touch her to make her feel OK but I pull my hand back at the last second so I don’t spook her.
“Can I give you my number, in case you do need help? You can call me night and day.”
She hesitates, looking inside her purse for a few seconds, obviously sparing time before I see tears shimmering in her eyes.
“I really don’t think you can help me…” she almost whispers.
I get out a piece of paper and a pen from the car in less than ten seconds and scribble down my number.
She finally takes it after looking at it for at least half a minute of me holding it out to her.
“I’m Officer Koa Maverick, this is my partner Officer Ledger Hyde. I’m serious, Ms. Monroe. If you’re in trouble, call this number.”
Her eyes are still glossy when she puts the piece of paper into her bag.
“Thank you. Good night officers,” she says and then quickly walks down the sidewalk, disappearing into DiMeolas.
So we might see each other again, sooner than I thought.
“I know where I know her from, Koa.”
“Did you two…?”
“No…”
I look at him, and he has his hands on his face rubbing his temples.
“What?”
“She’s Adrian Sterling’s girlfriend,” he replies dryly, looking straight in my face.
My stomach sinks, and my gut feeling about her face couldn’t be more correct. That fucking son of a bitch.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” is all I say, walking my ass over to the bar.