The police chief called me into his office.
“As you requested, Guitarez, you’re off Vice and back on detective work,” the chief said.
“Thank you Sir,” I said.
“And I’ve assigned you a new partner, the new guy from New York, what’s his name,” he shuffled some papers, “Rodriguez. Alejandro Rodriguez.”
I frowned. “Williams is off Vice as well Sir, I assumed I’d still be with her,” I said.
“Well you assumed wrong, Guitarez,” the chief said in a firm voice. “We got a new female rookie coming in and Williams drew the short straw. You wanna take her place?”
“No Sir,” I said.
“So you’re getting Rodriguez. He should be here any minute,” he said and starting shuffling papers on his desk. He looked up. “What are you doing still standing here? Dismissed.”
I’d been on the force since I was eighteen. A lot of that had been sucky assignments, pretending to be a prostitute or a gang girlfriend, or directing traffic as a kindergarten cop. But once I partnered with Williams we had become a force to be reckoned with and the department took us seriously. I was not looking forward to breaking in a new partner.
I sat at my desk and tried not to sulk.
Some New York hot shot.
Or worse yet, maybe a rookie.
This could really suck.
I swiveled in my chair until I was facing the back windows. One thing about a case is I never jump to conclusions. I wasn’t going to jump to conclusions about someone I never met here either.
“Officer Guitarez?” Brittany, our receptionist said.
I swung around.
“Officer Guitarez, this is Officer Rodriguez. I’m supposed to introduce him to you?”
I sprang to my feet.
Holy, holy shit. As in YOWSA.
“I’m Alex,” he said holding out his hand.
“Isabella,” I said back reaching out and giving his hand a firm shake.
We stared at each other, sizing each other up.
“Are you Latino?” I asked and was immediately embarrassed. It was the kind of question I would hate if it were directed at me. But I was expecting a short Mexican guy with a last name like Rodriguez and this was the most Nordic guy I had ever seen. He was six five, easy, maybe a little taller, with blond hair so blond it was almost white. He had the fine straight nose and square jaw of a super hero. He looked a little like Val Kilmer did when he was in his very first movies, except bigger, way bigger.
“I’m so sorry, I never should have asked that it’s just that I …” oh shit, now how do I finish that sentence?
“You were expecting somebody…taller?” Alex said.
I smiled. He had a sense of humor.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Because I was expecting somebody shorter,” he said.
I frowned. “Hey. I’m 5’5″.”
“Somebody way shorter,” he said.
“I could wear high heels,” I said.
One eyebrow popped way up at that one, disappearing under his fringe of side-swept bangs.
The captain came over and slammed a folder on my desk. “You two caught a double homicide. Welcome to D.C., Rodriguez.”
I expected a lot of dick swaggering and pissing contests and ‘I’ll drive’ bullshit. None of that from Rodriguez. Just the opposite.
Consistently he said things like, “You should drive; you know this town and this rotunda shit will take a while to get used to.” Or “Why don’t you take lead, you’ll probably have a better feel for the neighborhood.”
I quickly found out he was fluent in Spanish, but even in the barrios he was content to let me take point.
He wasn’t a pussy, and he wasn’t shirking work. He had great ideas and he was pulling his weight. He just let me drive and interview and lead, consistently, which only made good sense, because as he pointed out, it was my town.
Our close rate was as good as it had been when I was with Williams.
And our rapport, even better.
But then we pulled a bogus assignment.
It happens to everyone eventually. You pull an assignment that just sucks. It could be anything. In our case it was watching the country home of a drug dealer who wasn’t even there. The thought was that he might have a witness hostage elsewhere and he might try and escape to this second home although both possibilities were extremely remote. This was more a cover your ass political kind of thing. God forbid it happened and a cop wasn’t on it kind of scenario.
It was in a very rural part of Virginia, what we called horse country because most of the estates were owned by the very rich who specialized in breeding horses for the Kentucky Derby.
Rodriguez and I were on a stakeout with nothing to stake, sitting in an unmarked car, pulled over on the side of a very rural dirt road.
It had been a long two hours. And we had at least another six ahead of us.
“Come here,” Rodriguez said, his voice was gruff.
I looked over at him.
“I said ‘come here,’ he whispered opening his arms up toward me. “If someone drives by we should look like we’re a couple, necking.”
I looked at him like he was out of his fucking mind.
“What the hell else would we be doing, in a parked car, that’s parked in the middle of nowhere?”
He was right. The sun had set and it made us more suspicious. This road only went to the drug dealer’s house. We would have to have a cover and that was the best one.
I slid over on the bench seat and into his open arms. I leaned against his chest and he put his arms around me.
He twisted around and looked in the back seat.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He came back around and spread a blanket over our laps.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. I was stiff in his arms. At first it was a little weird; I’d known him for three weeks. You feel like you get to know your partner really well, really fast, when you’re bonding over a dead body but that is different than resting your head on their chest. Also, he was so much bigger than me, an entire foot bigger, that even sitting down, I noticed our height differences, it was like I was tucked under his arm, low down on his chest.
“This will never do,” he said. “Come here,” he whispered, and his voice was full of that masculine promise, and I felt my body respond.
Then he shifted, moving somehow, scooting lower, slouching maybe. Suddenly my body fit into his perfectly.
“There. That’s it. Better, huh?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, my voice gone all breathy. “Much better.”
Then he kissed me. Just the gentlest brush of his lips against mine. “For the cover,” he said softly.
“Unh,” I said.
“Isabella,” he said firmly. “So we look right, for the cover.” And then he pressed his lips against mine again, more firmly this time, but it was less of a kiss and more of a pose. He backed off a little, just enough to look at me. “Okay?”
“Okay,” I said.
He put his cheek near my neck. He put one hand on my lower back and pulled me in even closer to him. “I can see everything perfectly well from here. If anyone comes down the road, I’ll know, you can trust me. I can see the road.” He nibbled my neck and I shivered. “I can see the house; I can see everything.”
My body flooded and I went boneless against him.
He laughed softly, that masculine laugh that men do when they feel like everything is wonderful. “Hey partner, stay with me here.”
“Can’t,” I said.
“Alright, Bella,” he said, and the Bella part he said so softly I thought I might have imagined it. “Why don’t you rest and I’ll keep watch.”
“No,” I said.
“No,” I said firmly. And I slid my hand decisively down the firm planes of his chest, and kept going lower.
“Oh shit,” he said.
I went over his belt, around his hip, over his thigh to his inner thigh and stroked right up his cock. He groaned and his head fell back. “Oh fuck, Isabella, don’t.”
“Yes,” I said. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. It was like some foreign entity took over. One from slutville or needyville maybe. But it had been so long and all of a sudden he felt so good. I wanted so much more. I couldn’t stop. The sound of my own breath was incredibly loud.
I straddled him, the blanket getting a little tangled but still covering us. I kept one hand moving around between us, all over below his belt and one hand moving near his shoulder, helping me have leverage to move up and down over him, riding him.
“Isabella, please…” he said, and it was obvious from his tone that it was a plea to stop.
I pressed against him even more and I could feel when his cock lengthened under my hand, growing long, and thick, and hard in an instant and I rubbed against him even more.
I could hear him grinding his teeth, fighting against his desires.
“Isabella, stop!” He said firmly grabbing both of my wrists hard and holding them up. Zwoom. We had one electric moment, where it was clear his big hands were completely around my wrists like cuffs and him holding me back was like holding me down and it was WAY more sexually explosive than anything I had done.
We stared at each other, the bondage of the moment crystal clear. We were breathing so hard we were making panting noises. Our eyes were gleaming.
“Oh, fuck,” he said and in one quick move he flipped me over until I was on my back. He still held on to my wrists the same way, except now they were pinned on to the seat on either side of my head.
He maneuvered in the car until his pelvis was against mine and he ground his erection into me while squeezing my wrists and pressing them into the seat.
“Is this what you want? Is this what you need from me, Bella?”
“Oh fuck,” he said again.
He put both of my hands above my head and grabbed both of my wrists in one hand. His hands were big enough that he could secure me with just one hand. He used the other hand to yank my shirt out of my pants and run his hand underneath and up my side to graze the underside of my breast.
“Jesus Christ, Isabella, we’re on a stakeout for God’s sake.”
“Then you better make it fast,” I said.
He smiled at that.
I could see he was torn. He was so tall that his head was against the window. The only way he was able to get our pelvises to touch was because his torso was way above me. His nose was flaring and his chest was heaving but I could see his face, his eyes gloriously lit up with desire, mouth clamped down in a hard line with a last little debate telling himself this was not a good idea.
I pushed my hips up against him and he groaned.
“Tell me to stop, Guitarez, tell me to stop now.”
“Please Alex,” I whispered. “No one’s out there. Nothing is going to happen. We’ll make it so fast.”
His mouth just tightened down harder but his eyes turned even more eager, almost glowing they were so full of want. And his hands clamped down on me harder, which in turn just made me wetter.
My mouth was suddenly dry and I licked my lips. I saw his eyes follow the action.
A small moan escaped me because I wanted him so badly. I licked my lips again. I was going to have to beg.
“Please Alex,” I whispered. It had been so long. “I need you.”
I saw his control break.
“Fuck,” he said.
And that was it. He let go of my wrists. He balanced on one hand and shoved my shirt up with the other.
“Damn,” he said when he caught sight of my pink lace bra. He couldn’t bother to try and unhook it in his frenzy and just pushed it up toward my neck and my breasts popped out, right into his hand.
“Oh God, Bella. They’re so big, and lush. They’re bigger than they look when you’re dressed. Oh, fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
I wanted to laugh but I wanted him too much to speak. I wore a minimizer bra. I thought the world would take me more seriously that way. In the moonlight I was glad he enjoyed my surprise.
He went to suckle my breasts but couldn’t with our angle and the confines of the car and his height.
“Ah, fuck,” he said.
Alex mounded one breast up and ran his thumb against the nipple.
“Baby, I swear I’ll do this right the next time, I promise,” he said.
“They’ll be a next time?” I asked.
He growled. “You bet your life,” he said and rolled my nipple between his fingers and I surged my hips up against him.
I began to wonder if I had a condom in my purse. In the fog of my brain I couldn’t remember if my purse was in the back seat or the trunk. The trunk, I think. That’s always better for stakeouts, just in case. How old is that condom, like a year? That can’t be good. Is that why I’m so horny? Or is it just Rodriguez?
He slapped me in the face.
I had my eyes closed, so I hadn’t seen it coming.
It was very light. Alex’s hand was so big it covered my whole cheek. It made a quiet flesh on flesh sound. It was the sound, that poppy smack, that startled me. The sound I heard clearly, the slap I barely felt. Or at all really.
“Hey. Where’d you go?” Alex said.
“I was wondering if I had condoms in my purse,” I said. “And if they’d fit you.”
He laughed. “One, stay in the moment. We’re going to do this fast but we are not there yet. Two, all condoms will fit anyone, they stretch. Three, thanks for the complement…”
He was smiling so hard I had to smile back.
His voice dropped to a whisper. “Four, I’ve got an emergency condom in my wallet.”
“Thank God,” I said. I started feeling up his ass while reaching for his wallet.
“Not yet,” he said, and I could see him struggle to slow his breathing down. “I know we’re in a rush but just let me lavish you for a moment, please Bellisima, just for a minute.”
“You’re the boss,” I said.
“Say that again,” he said.
Then everything went from fevered to inferno, all hurry, hurry, hurry, with him in a one-armed push-up, his hands making love to every part of my breasts, the tops, the sides, pinching the nipples until they popped up farther than they ever had. They turned into perfect pink brown raspberries as hard as ball bearings.
And some chemistry between us must have clicked because I was making animal sounds I had never made before.
“Alex don’t make me wait too much longer, please,” I said.
“God, I like it when you beg,” he said.
“I like it when you pin me down,” I said.
He made a deep purr growl deep in his throat.
“Please…” I begged.
Alex slid his hand down my torso. I felt his hand slide down to my lower abdomen.
My heart rate spiked in anticipation. I could feel heat and liquid pool, down there, filling the car with my scent.
“Rrrr,” the sound came out of Alex, not even sounding human, “I can smell you,” his tone was so low it was almost sub-aural. “God help me, I need to touch you, like RIGHT NOW.”
“Crap,” Alex said. The angle was wrong for his hand; he couldn’t get there. He gave up. He released me totally as he struggled around for a second.
I ripped open his belt buckle with a frantic urgency that surprised me. I opened his fly. He reached down to take himself out and bumped his head hard on the ceiling of the car.
“This freaking tin can is too small,” he said.
“Alex, we’re in a massive Buick!”
“It feels like a fuckin’ Mini Coupe,” Alex said. “I can’t get to you from this angle. Fucking, fuck, fuck.”
“You say that a lot,” I said.
“I’m a cop. It’s my right to curse and eat donuts,” Alex said.
I laughed again. Endorphins flooding me.
With one quick yank, he pulled me up. He could move super-fast for his size. He pulled me so I was astride him. “Fuck me,” he said and bit my ear.
Then his hand was in my pants, inside my underwear, swimming through the honey of my folds. My neck suddenly couldn’t hold my head and it fell back on to my shoulders.
“That’s it Baby,” he said.
He found that perfect spot and I let out a high sound that was all surrender and whimper.
“Right here?” he asked, his voice raw. He stroked his fingers back and forth, tormenting me perfectly until I bit my lip not to scream. “Here?”
I pressed my breasts against him.
He moved faster, then agonizingly slow for a second, and then pushing me so quickly up that hungry hill of energy and excitement. I fought not to burst. I trembled against him, my whole body vibrating.
“Here?” he growled.
Fucking bastard. He knew he got it just right.
He bit my neck and I came so hard my spine jacked and I arched against him hard.
“Yes,” he said.
Then he slid his fingers into me and he was fucking me with them, in and out, as I spasmed around him. I kept flooding, more and more, an endless pool, that was burning hot. I came again and then again and I heard myself, as if from very far away whispering. “Please, please, please, please, please.”
And the spasms went on and on.
“Ready for stage two, Baby Girl?” Alex said.
I’m sure he was speaking English but damn I was having trouble processing the words.
But I was going to say yes to anything he asked.
I felt him lift a hip up, move. Maybe he was getting the condom on? Then he was moving me, getting my pants off.
“I think I’m going to need you, back where I had you,” he said.
“We’ve got to do it in that position I think,” he said. “It’s the only way we can do it in this car.”
“Because you’re so big,” I whispered.
“Baby you say the nicest things,” he said and chuckled.
I bit him.
Faster than I thought he could move he had me straddled over him. His cock poised near my entrance. He grabbed my wrists and cuffed them in one big hand, locked them tightly, secured between us.
“Ready?” he asked.
He put his other hand on my hip and very slowly lowered me over him.
My mouth fell open, a picture of complete wanton fire. I didn’t care. My muscles went slack and moans escaped my open mouth as I adjusted to him.
He licked my bottom lip.
“Ready?” he asked again.
I couldn’t speak. I nodded.
He used my whole body like one big handle to slam me down onto him while thrusting himself up into me.
It was ferocious, savage.
And it felt AMAZING.
He kept pounding, faster and faster. He let go of my wrists to spear one hand through my hair and fist a handful and give it a quick tug, just enough that I could feel it through the other sensations.
I was consumed. My feet were on fire and then BAM, all of me exploded and I screamed again.
He took my mouth, kissing me with an expert dance of his tongue, shutting out any more screams.
I hit this kind of floating bliss. I could feel his cock but nothing else. Heaven. For a second I worried that I was actually going to die. I prayed and trusted. And it only got better.
He grabbed both my hips now, hard enough that I could feel him pressing in the flesh, down toward the bone but I was in such a frenzy I didn’t care. I was helping him as he forced me to ride him. It was beyond insane. Raw.
I pulled back to watch his face. His eyes were in shadow but I could see his mouth. His lips were peeled back, his teeth clamped together. Alex was using every ounce of restraint to make sure he could wring out every possible drop of pleasure for me.
“Come, Alex. Come now.”
“One. More. Second.”
One huge thrust up and then I could feel his explosion. His cock gave a huge kick inside me. Hitting all the right spots like a hard, demanding call, to mark every pleasure spot. We both went slack, and I slumped against him.
“I may never be the same,” I said.
I ran a hand through his hair. It was much softer than I expected.
“We are damn sure going to look like a couple for the rest of the stakeout now,” he said.
“That’s for sure,” I said. “Although my mind got wiped to the point that I forgot we were on a stakeout. Or in a car. Or on this planet.”
He laughed. It was a gorgeous sound. Low and melodious and satisfied.
He was still inside me and I was loathe to have that change.
“I know this doesn’t need saying, but that was fantastic,” I said.
“The best ever,” he whispered. He gently caressed my hair. “But give me a chance to do even better next time. In a bed. On a table. Up against a wall. Somewhere I have some room to move.” His tone went lower, his voice a deep, deep rumble. “Somewhere I can use real handcuffs.”
“I didn’t know I could get any wetter,” I said.
“Baby,” he said.
I had a vision of him picking me up, throwing me down on a bed so hard I bounced, tying me to a slatted headboard with velvet ropes.
Yep. I could get EVEN wetter.
“I can’t wait,” I said.
He whispered in my ear. “Best. Stakeout. Ever.”