Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Eurie was another detective with the BPD.
She was also damn good at her job, and easy on the eyes.
The unsuspecting criminals always fell for her pretty looks before she whipped out a dick bigger than most men.
Well, not literally or anything, but she was a ball buster. She didn’t take shit from anybody: man, woman, or child.
I’ve considered her a friend for a couple of years now.
She was one of two female detectives on the force. She and Detective Hernandez often got paired up on assignments, and they had a clearance rate of ninety four percent, five percent above my own.
Which was to be expected.
I didn’t ever get the suspects to open up to me. All of my accomplishments came from hard work and determination, not my smooth talking mouth.
“He didn’t care. He knew we were going to be sharing it with you. You have better insight on the inner workings of the rapists’ mind than we do. It’d be stupid to kick you off the case completely,” she shrugged. “I just wanted to come tell you that Detective Hernandez and I were partnered up, and that we’d be taking over, officially, from now on. If you get any leads, please call my cell.”
We’d hooked up when she’d first gotten on the force, and randomly on and off since then, but our relationship never went further than sex. She’d actually been my only sexual partner for going on two years now. Which had ended the moment I saw Channing a year ago.
She’d called only once in the past year, and I’d told her, immediately, that I was involved with someone. Then again, just because I wasn’t fucking her didn’t mean that I didn’t like and respect her.
“Good,” I rumbled as I surveyed our surroundings.
We’d gone outside, and then circled behind the bar so we could talk without any interference. Unfortunately, it left us more isolated, and I didn’t hear what was going on in the bar.
“Okay, I’ll check in with you tomorrow evening. I’ve got a date. Night, lover,” Eurie teased.
I rolled my eyes. “Night, Eurie.”
Shoving my hands into my pockets to try to alleviate the cold, I walked around the corner of the bar, and into a mad house.
“What the fuck is going on?” I yelled over the music to Cleo.
Cleo was sitting at the very first table that was off set to the door.
It was the only one in the little nook, and the only one Cleo liked to sit in.
He was sipping his beer and watching the crowd that had gathered in the corner of the room.
“Your girl’s dancing on the fire pole,” he said lightly.
I froze for a few precious seconds, reading Cleo’s face, and judging whether he was serious or not.
When I deemed that he was, indeed, serious, I whipped around and started shoving my way through the crowd.
I noticed, as I went, that I elbowed Silas out of the way, but at that moment in time, I could care less.
If what Cleo said was true, I was about to bust some faces.
What I saw when I came up to the dance floor set my blood to boiling.
The dance floor was little more than a twenty by twenty section of floor to the right of the bar. Most of the time it had a long table that could easily seat twenty if you squeezed them in tight, taking up that spot.
However, on my way out to talk with Eurie, I’d asked Dixie to have a few of the boys move the table to the wall and stack the chairs so I could dance with Channing when I got back in.
In the very middle of the ‘dance floor’ was the fire pole.
A police and firefighter themed bar just wouldn’t be complete without one. At the time we’d put the big bastard up, I’d thought it was perfect. Now, however, I wanted to rip that motherfucker from the ceiling and bash every man within a ten-foot radius with it.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I hadn’t been aware that I was going to bellow until the words poured from my mouth.
It was one hell of a shout, though.
It quieted everyone and everything, besides the music, which cut off shortly after everything became so deathly quiet.
Channing, who’d been at the top of the fire pole hanging upside down, slowly grabbed the pole and slid down.
When her feet hit the ground, both men who’d been standing beside the pole steadied her unsteady feet.
She smiled thankfully at Sterling and his friend, Parker.
Parker was a young kid, just turning twenty-two a couple weeks before, according to Sterling.
He’d come down on leave with Sterling, and would spend the next three weeks of their shore leave here before they were ordered back to base.
“I believe my girl was showing off her hooker skills,” Colton said from behind me, drawing my attention.
I turned and glared at the man.
“Was she now?” I asked in a deceptively calm tone.
“Yep. She started taking those hooker classes in college. Her momma would be rolling in her grave if she’d seen what I’d just saw,” Colton glared at his daughter.
The boy wonder twins snickered and walked off, lucky to be alive.
Channing started to walk away as well, but I moved quickly, looping my arm around her waist and pulling her back into me.
“Not so fast, Channing,” I breathed against her neck causing her to shiver. “You owe me a dance.”
“Your dance walked out the door when you did,” she snarled.
I buried my nose into the crook of her beck and smiled at the jealousy in her tone. “Jealous?” I teased.
The music snapped back on, and a Randy Travis song started to fill the room.
She stiffened in my arms. “Were you?” She snapped right back.
“She’s a co-worker,” I told her, starting to sway my hips and torso to the beat.
“You’ve had sex with her,” she stated.
I pushed my raging cock until it dug into her ass. “She doesn’t make my dick hard. You do. What happened in the past is still in the past.”