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5
Blaze
I drop Ari back off at the motel and very pointedly analyze the fact that moments ago I felt so comfortable lying in bed with a suspected criminal. Sure, I spent most of last night stuck in traffic with her, talking about everything from when I was a young boy playing tee ball to my football days in college. Granted, she and I are so compatible, from our zest for life to our tarnished dreams, it’s easy to talk to her because she understands me. And that kiss. It took every bone in my body to pull me away from her lips. If the chief hadn’t called me, I’d still be drinking from her lips.
I miss her already, but she told me her room number, and I’ll be getting back to see her as soon as I can. At the moment, I have to go to the station to lend my hand to a cold case. Someone just called in a tip to the tip line. Had that call not come, I would have taken Ari up on that shower, and we would be rocking each other to ecstasy at this very moment. I have not doubts about that. Yeah, this so-called undercover sting has gone far beyond an officer looking for his next perp. I’m a goner.
I pull up to the station and immediately retrain my thoughts. It’s Monday morning, so hopefully, with the new week to come, I’ll get my head back in the game. I have a lot of cases to solve, a community to serve, and egos to stroke at city hall. Nowhere on my schedule is there time to fall in love.
My day is grueling, and the chief sends me all over town chasing tips. After a long day, I head home. I’ve already put in a full twelve hours looking for a missing young lady who we believe fell prey to the underground sex trafficking networks of NYC, so I’m taking the evening off to recharge.
The thought crosses my mind to go to Ari’s as I promised, but I fight it off, opting to eat, shower and lie down. I told her I would see her again tonight, but after I spend the day in cop mode, I have rearranged my thoughts and put my priorities in order. Her lifestyle is part of a bigger problem that I work every day to fix. I can’t get my head clouded with feelings of love and lust. It will only hamper my ability to help others.
As soon as sleep assails me, dreams of Ari live on Broadway dancing and singing her heart out in a majestic type of stage play fill my head. The one recurring thing in this dream is her beautiful smile.
The next two nights are filled with the same—dreams about Ari. The dreams are enough to keep me satisfied. I’m not going to call her or try to see her ever again. I’m going to go about bringing these traffickers to justice another way that doesn’t involve her arrest. At least, those are the lines I feed myself.
By Thursday night, I can’t take it anymore. I have to see her. I’m standing in front of her motel room door, knocking, but no one answers. I go back to the park and then the alley where I first spotted her.
There she is in the alley, standing with her back pressed to the old stone wall and one foot propped up on an old stump for support.This woman has a stance like no other. Once again, I know it’s her by the nasty way she’s standing there watching me approach her.
As soon as I reach her, the lust, the feeling of love, the dreams, everything I’ve been feeling for her this past week erupts into an embrace, and my lips come crashing down on hers. It feels like heaven as we connect, my hands steadily moving up her thigh while I suck her tongue for its nectar.
The kiss gets increasingly heated. Ari climbs the wall as if she’s trying to get away from me yet come to me at once. I make a guttery sound at the sensation of my cock brushing against her womanhood. I tighten my grip on Ari’s hips so that I won’t try to rip off her clothes right there in the alley. At least, I have that tiny bit of control left.
Hey!” a familiar voice shouts, from an open window behind us, sounding furious. “How many times do I have to tell you two that this is private property! Be gone in five seconds, or I’m calling the cops. One— two—” the woman begins counting.
“Hold your horses, lady. We’re leaving!” I say and grab Ari’s hand. This time, I’m prepared. I didn’t come in my squad car. I drove a rental, ready to usher her to the nearest hotel and have my way with her.
“Can we stop for coffee?” she asks. It’s an unusual request, especially after the sexual tension we just shared, but her wish is my command.
“Sure. Anything you want,” I tell her, knowing that she’s stalling and prolonging the inevitable.
I glance at Ari every chance I can as I ride as fast as I can toward the closest Starbucks. I have so many questions about her that need answers.
Whydoes she need to have sex for money? Does she have a terminally ill grandmother? Are her student loans that expensive? Does she have a brother she needs to pay bail to get out of prison? Is she planning to pay someone off at Broadway so she can get a role? The wilder the reasons I come up with, the less I can bring myself to pull out my badge. If she’s suffering through something tragic, she doesn’t deserve to have this heaped on top of her.
Plus, she’s way too pretty to go to jail. People will do terrible things to her on the inside. The only person who should be allowed to do terrible things to Ari is me. Which brings me to the question I desire to know the answer to the most: How wet and warm can she get for me?
We make it to Starbucks, place our orders and wait for our drinks. I gaze across the room of plush sofas, and arresting Ari is the furthest thing from my mind. Because of her, I have a whole new morning jerk-off routine, considering how often I’m woken up from dreams about finally getting to see her pretty pussy and needing to take care of himself. I’m on the verge of going insane, only a few moments away from taking my gun to the shooting range and firing away all of the fucking sexual tension that’s keeping me up at night.
Thankfully, Ari’s wearing something that’s not causing all of my blood to rush south, for once. She’s wearing an oversized, pink shirt, loose black jeans, and flats. She looks as good in modest clothing as she does in her late night ‘uniforms.’ Her hair is tamer, slicked to the back with something. There’s a black and pink scarf around her neck with a broach that makes her look regal.
“Blaze!” the barista calls our order, and I hop up and get it.
I put Ari’s coffee thermos on the table so that she can tear a pack of sugar with her teeth and drop it into her drink. I am ridiculously charmed by that little detail; the fact that even prostitutes care enough about the environment to carry their own thermoses in their purse. Ari looks and acts normal like someone I can have; like someone I can take home and introduce to my mom. The whole scene makes my breath catch.
“I need to get some more creamer,” I say to excuse myself from her mesmerizing innocent beauty. I walk over to the condiment station and give my hardness a moment to go down before returning.
I stare at Ari as I walk back to the table. Her eyes go wide with recognition of my attention to her, a breathtaking shade of hazel. Coffee mug forgotten beside her elbow, Ari tugs her bottom lip between her teeth in a self-conscious motion that goes straight to my dick.
My feet carry me across the room on autopilot. I’m a piece of scrap metal, drawn irresistibly to a magnet. Ari helps close the distance, coming around the table. In only a few seconds, she is in arm’s reach.
“My apartment is one-minute walk away,” I tell her, breathing a little hard in anticipation. It’s what we both want, and apparently what we both need from the twinkle in her hazel eyes. “There was no construction; no rain; no fires; no traffic jams; nothing at all wrong ten minutes ago when we drove over here. So, I can’t think of anything that would get in our way tonight. Please come home with me.”
Ari is breathing hard, chest rising and falling in time with mine, and lips bitten red. “Yes,”she says, fervently.
I take her by the hand, and we walk out the door into the parking lot. I turn and grab her by the waist, pulling her body against mine. My fingers slip into her curly hair as I plant my mouth on hers again. The taste of her lips is so good to me that I can’t wait to have her pinned between my body and the wall.
She returns the kiss, giving herself to me freely. For a split second, I wonder if this is something she does for all men, or if it’s something special she has for me. We kiss until she convinces me it’s something special, made just for what we have. A moan escapes from deep within my throat when she licks my lips as part of the most sensual kiss I’ve ever received.
I take her hand and guide her around to the passenger’s side to let her into the car before running around to the driver’s seat, cranking up and getting to my apartment in record speed.
