ARRESTED: A Stepbrother Cop Romance
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Authors: Stephanie Brother
ARRESTED
He’s a good cop, but a very bad boy
BY
STEPHANIE BROTHER
© 2016 Stephanie Brother
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He’s a good cop, but
a very BAD BOY.
When gorgeous Officer Carlisle pulled me over for speeding, I told him
how sorry I was.
That didn’t stop him
from telling me to step out of the car and making me spread my legs so he could
check for offensive weapons.
I wanted to ask him if a hungry kitty constituted an offensive weapon,
because damn, mine just wanted to eat him all up!
Those eyes should have been enough to get him arrested, forget those
cheekbones and delicious full lips that stayed serious, even when I was sassing
him.
And his hands.
When he ran those
rough palms against the inside of my thighs, I actually moaned.
Then he pulled out his handcuffs and showed me just how well he could
wield his night stick.
Okay, that last bit only happened in my fantasies later that night, and
pretty much every night since Officer Carlisle told me what a bad girl I
was.
I thought I was never going to see
him again, then Mom tells me she’s getting engaged to her boyfriend and you
guessed it, Officer Carlisle just happens to be my sexy new stepbrother!
That should make me think twice about being a naughty girl, shouldn’t
it?
Except, now my past is coming back
to haunt me and Officer Carlisle might just be the only man who can turn this
bad girl good.
Officer Carlisle knows exactly how to use his equipment. Read on if you
like your cops a whole lot dirty in the bedroom!
READER NOTICE – ARRESTED
contains fantasy and role-play scenes involving restraints. All scenes are
consensual but may be a trigger for some.
1
ALLYSON
Sex is dangerous.
At least, that’s my
experience.
It shouldn’t hurt,
but it does. And worst of all, it has the ability to totally fuck up your life.
Panic rushes through
me as I press my foot harder on the accelerator, racing through the streets and
taking another corner at high speed.
It’s just after 1am and this late at night, the roads are deserted.
There are no street lights in this part of town and my headlights illuminate
only a foot of the world in front of me.
I’m driving
dangerously, recklessly.
A fleeting thought
that someone or something will dash out onto the road makes me ease up on the
pedal as I take the next bend. I know it’s foolish to take risks like this but
my heart is racing so hard. Drew’s words run through my mind again and the
memory of his threats make my stomach clench. I feel like I have nothing to
lose because if he does what he says he’s going to do, then he’ll destroy
everything that matters to me.
The steering wheel
slips slightly in my grasp and I rub my hands on the skirt of the short black
dress I'm wearing. I grip the wheel again so I can pull out of the bend in the
road, forcing my car to surge faster. I can't seem to put enough distance
between me and the party.
I knew that Drew
wasn’t going to take the news well. He’s always had a bad temper and a fragile
ego which is a terrible combination, but things couldn't have gone worse. I
thought he was unhappy too and I hoped he might listen to reason.
I hoped that he’d let
me go without a fight.
I was so, so wrong.
I clench the steering
wheel tighter, foot almost at the floor when the interior of my car suddenly
turns red and blue. I check my rear view mirror quickly and groan at the sight
of the police car behind me.
Fuck.
On top of everything,
I don’t need to be losing my license. My already racing heart beats so
impossibly fast that I feel the pulsing in my throat and the tips of my
fingers.
How much over the
speed limit was I going? I have no idea.
I carefully pull over
to the side of the road, putting the car in park with my hands on the steering
wheel. It’s what I’m supposed to do. I’ve seen enough cop movies to know that.
It’s also the only way I can keep my hands from trembling.
Adrenaline’s a bitch.
I try to concentrate
on my breathing as I wait for the officer to approach. I've never been pulled
over for speeding before and I have no idea what I'm going to say to defend
myself. Maybe my clean record will go in my favor? I should tell the officer
that if it looks like he might come down hard on me. I know there’s no defense
when you're guilty, just excuses or bravado. If nothing else, tonight has already
taught me that I’m not the best at pleading my case.
The police car stops
about a foot away from my car and I watch through the rear view mirror as the
cop gets out of his cruiser. He’s tall and younger than I was expecting,
walking with a swagger that immediately gets my back up. Does he think I’m okay
with waiting out here in the dark while he ambles around like he has all the
time in the world? When he’s about halfway to my car I roll down the window and
plaster a smile on my face. I might have no chance at getting out of this but
I’d be stupid not to try.
"License and
registration, Miss," the officer says in a voice that so deep and smooth
I’m momentarily taken aback.
He bends to look in
the window and my breath escapes in a whoosh. This cop is hot. I should be
fearful but when attraction hits, somehow all my sense seems to fly out of the
window. Damn, he’s broad. He should look dowdy in his regulation uniform, but
it just seems to show everything off.
His eyes bore into me with a look of boredom.
He must get so tired of doing routine road
stops. I bet he does so many he can repeat his warnings in his sleep. I think I
must be imagining a slight change in his attitude when his gaze falls on my
legs. Short already, the hem of my dress is high up my thighs from sitting for
so long. I instinctively move to push it down.
"Of course,
Officer," I say, trying to cover the embarrassing pause between us,
fumbling in my purse for my license, and the glove compartment to retrieve the
car registration. I hand them over and peer at him through my lashes.
He glances at my
license then looks at me. "Do you know how fast you were going,
Allyson?"
Shit. I have no idea.
My only thought was getting away from the party. Away from
him
. My eyes had been on the road, not on the speedometer.
"Too fast?" I say quietly. He frowns.
"Step out of the car."
Blood pounds in my head and rushes in my ears. This is
going badly. "Is that really necessary?" I ask, hoping he’ll let me
off the hook. There is a chill in the night air and I’m not wearing suitable
clothes for standing around by the side of the road.
"Out of the car." There is no hesitation in his
voice. No waver to give me an indication it’s worth pleading any further.
Fear, panic, and denial race through me because life
really knows how to kick a person when they are down. I clench my hands on the
steering wheel, inhaling deeply. The officer clears his throat impatiently and
that’s enough to get me angry. I’ve had enough of men trying to tell me what to
do. I refuse to be scared by this pompous lawman. I may have lost control in a
lot of aspects of my life but I can have control here. I don't have to let what
happened at the party influence what happens next. This stop for speeding
doesn't have to result in a ticket or a suspension if I give it all I’ve got.
I turn to take a better look at the officer who has now
crossed his arms. He’s getting mad because I’m keeping him waiting but the fury
only seems to make him look hotter. He’s still holding my license in his big
hand and for a fleeting moment, I wonder how his touch might feel against my
skin. Stupid girl, thinking about sex when everything around me is turning to
shit. It’s sex that has gotten me into this mess.
Maybe some harmless flirting will get me out of it,
though.
"Of course, Officer?"
"Carlisle."
He's still standing in front of the door and I frown.
"I can't open the door with you right there," I say. "I don't
want to knock you over. My dress will do that I'm sure." I flash him a
smile to round off my pathetic attempt at flirting.
His lips twitch but his expression remains impassive. He
moves slightly to the right so I can swing the door open safely and I notice,
with some small glimmer of hope, that he hasn’t reached for his notepad or
ticket book.
I swing my legs out in slow motion taking a deep breath.
If I'm going to do this, I had better make it good. Either he'll book me or let
me off without a ticket.
My high heels tap the pavement and then I unfold myself
out of the car like I'm arriving at a red carpet event. I push my chest out and
stand up straight. Though I'm wearing heels, Officer Carlisle is still, at
least, five inches taller than me. He peers down at the swell of my breasts and
I silently thank Rachel for telling me to buy this dress.
"Officer Carlisle, how fast was I going?"
"Thirty miles over the speed limit, Miss."
My smile falters for a second. Thirty miles over. Was I
going that fast? I swallow, trying to recover my cool, and lean closer.
"Allyson, please. I like it when you call me Allyson."
I run my hand down his arm. His skin is hot and his
muscles flex under my touch. I gaze up into his face and it's still like stone,
but his eyes seem to twinkle. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. Rugged looking with
something so cold about him that it makes me want to warm him right up.
I look down at where his gun and cuffs are stored at his
waist and feel a rush of heat between my legs. My hand wants to reach out and
touch that cool metal. I know what those handcuffs would feel like wrapped
around the tender flesh and bone of my wrists. I shake my head and blink again
at my own stupidity.
Is this all it takes to make me forget my resolve?
Men are trouble, whichever way you look at it, but here I
am thinking about what Officer Carlisle would look like if his lips curled into
a smile. I want to make his eyes twinkle again.
"Very well, Allyson, have you been drinking
tonight?" He seems to lean in closer, maybe to see if he can smell alcohol
on my breath.
"Of course not." I stop myself from shaking my
head. Too much denial will only increase his suspicions and except for that one
drink when I first arrived at the party, everything else I'd had was soft. If I
tell him about that drink, though, he might make me take a Breathalyzer, or
walk a straight line. What if he takes me into the station anyway? Panic
threatens to grip me again and I suddenly wish someone would drive by. Any kind
of distraction would be good right now. I shove the panic down and take another
deep breath, put my hand on my hip and smile at him.
"Really? Nothing." He definitely doesn’t
believe me.
"Technically not nothing. I had water at the
party."
"I see. Very sensible. You were at a party? By
yourself?"
"My friends were there. I had to leave."
No point telling him why I left just when the party was
in full swing. I suspect he doesn't care why I was speeding and no amount of
excuses would help me. If I can't even get him to smile with my flirting, I see
an expensive ticket in my future. A ticket I can’t afford right now.
"I'm going to have to ask you to face the car and
put your hands on the hood, legs slightly apart."
His voice is so calm but there’s a rough edge that makes
his instruction sound more exciting that it should. I’ve often wondered if
other women think about sex as much as I do. Ordinary situations shouldn’t play
out in my mind like porn, but they do. Often.
I’m all in with the flirting now. It feels like my only
hope. "Sounds exciting, Officer. What are you looking for exactly?"
"Offensive weapons."
I almost laugh out loud. My dress is skin tight so it’s
quite obvious I’m not concealing anything. The only weapon I have is the hungry
kitty between my legs that wants to eat him all up. Positive I will be taken to
the station for confessing something like that, I keep my mouth shut and assume
the position. The anticipation of that first touch sends a tingle of awareness
through me. I'm trembling now but not from fear or panic, but all out raging
lust. The cool night air licks the inside of my thighs.
"You really think a harmless girl like me would have
a weapon, Officer Carlisle?"
"We can never be too careful, Allyson."
I love the way he says my name, low and smooth with a
little edge of huskiness. I glance over my shoulder to smile at him. His lips
twitch again with the hint of amusement but it never fully emerges. I resist
the urge to shake my ass in his face when he bends down to start with my
ankles.
Strong, rough palms touch the bare skin just above my
shoes and slide up slowly. Tantalizingly slowly. He moves higher, taking his
time over my calves. Then higher, his hands disappearing under my skirt to feel
my thighs. I can’t help it. I let out a low moan and then bite my lip, hoping
he hasn’t heard me. He pauses for a split second then continues his weapons
check, otherwise known as the hottest foreplay I have ever experienced.
This is totally not necessary, in any shape or form. Who
carries weapons under their skin? Officer Carlisle is having some fun at my
expense, and I guess I’m having some fun at his.
He withdraws his hands and stands up, placing them on my hips.
I find myself drifting back slightly as though he were magnetized. He whisks
his hands up my sides, barely missing my breasts. Disappointment races through
me, as my body comes alive with the anticipation of how much further this could
go. The heat from his body seems to radiate into me. He's close, closer than he
probably should be for a routine traffic stop that is feeling anything but. I’m
pretty sure he wouldn’t be doing this if I was a fifty-year-old dude.
If I leaned back a fraction then I'd make contact with
his broad chest. I could rest there, close my eyes and forget my troubles.
As if he knows what I’m thinking he steps back and cool
air rushes between us. I shiver.
"You can turn around now," he says gruffly.
It’s the only indication that what’s happening between us might be getting to
him too.
I turn slowly like I'm dancing just for him. I flash him
a smile and stand straighter. Part of me doesn’t want him to know how much he’s
affecting me, and the other half knows I need to use my assets as much as I
can. When I push my boobs out even more, Officer Carlisle’s gaze flicks to my
breasts and I smile with satisfaction. Just that little look feels like a
victory.
I don’t think I’ve ever found a face so fascinating. The
more I study his angular cheekbones and full lips that seem to be fixed
permanently into a serious line, the more I want to look.