Giving In: The Sandy Cove Series (Book 1) (26 page)

“Turnip? What’s going on?” The tone of my voice goes up an octave when I ask.

“Well… How about that someday being sooner than later?”

“What do you mean?”

“Can you come to career day on the twenty fourth? It’s the week before Thanksgiving.”

I tell her to hold on and I dig out my schedule for that week. I don’t have off, but I tell her that I can try and switch with someone. She sounds disappointed, and I am too, but I’m still going to try.

“Babe, I know this is hard and it’s not the ideal situation, but I’m trying here.”

I can tell she’s crying.

“I know, I know. I just… I just miss you so much, and even though I’m not alone, I feel like that.”

She hurts my heart, and I want nothing more than to be with her, right now.

“Me too, sweetheart. Me too.” I hear a sob escape her.

I need to lighten the mood a little and quick.

“Wanna have phone sex?”

She laughs. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

“Yes ma’am, I do.”

So I let the game begin, but as much as I’d love to pull out Morty and give him some exercise, I’m working and that would be illegal, so this will be all about Harlow.

“So what are you wearing?” I whisper to her.

In a seductive voice she tells me, “My plaid, flannel pajama pants, and my dad’s old college t-shirt.”

“Ohhh, that’s so hot, babe. Tell me more. Are you wearing granny panties too?”

She laughs, then moans, playing along well.

“Oh, yea. They are two sizes too big and ivory cotton. They even have worn patches on the ass. You like that?”

“Yea, I do. Are you wearing fuzzy socks too?”

“You know it, and my favorite sports bra with the sweat stains.”

“Oh, God Turnip, are you trying to make me come right here in my patrol car?”

“I’m also wearing zit cream and my eyebrows and upper lip need to be waxed.” Her voice, breathy like Marilyn Monroe or something like that.

“Oh, when you talk about facial hair, it’s the fucking sexiest thing ever.”

I continue to hear the sounds of her either snuggling further down in her sheets, or she’s sticking her hands down those flannel pants she’s wearing.

“Talk to me, Cruz. I need for it to be like you’re right here with me. I’m touching myself, but I want it to be like it’s your hand.”

I have zero problem with her request, but I have to keep myself under control. I can always take care of business when I get off duty.

“Ok, babe. Think it’s my hand, touching you, softly, stroking your thighs, my fingers inching towards the middle, and I can feel how wet you are already.”

She whispers, “Oh, yea.”

This is going to be harder than I thought.

“Now I know what you like, you like to be teased, so I will tease you. I’m lightly running my thumb across your clit. Do you feel that?”

Breathlessly she says, “Yes… Yes I do. Keep going.”

“Now I do it a few more times, in constant circles, just to get you heated up. I’m reaching up and I’m rubbing my hands all over those gorgeous tits of yours. You like?”

“I like, a lot.”

“Good, Babe. Now I’m going to put my fingers inside you, then I’m going to lick you there. My hot tongue is tasting you. You are so fucking perfect, and I love hearing you moan as I suck on you. Can you moan for me?”

“Yes, Cruz. Oh, God… Don’t stop. Keep it up. I’m almost there.”

Harlow’s voice cracks and her breathing is heavier than before. I know this is how she gets when she’s almost there.

“You taste so fucking good, but I need to be inside you. Imagine me inside you. I can feel you all around me, your sweetness, your wetness. I’m not going to be nice babe. I’m going to keep pounding into you, licking your neck, biting your ear like you like. I want you to touch yourself while I’m fucking you.”

I’m so hard right now, it’s uncomfortable, and I still have another five hours to go before I can let the beast out of his cage. This girl makes it impossible for me to think straight. My head is cloudy. I close my eyes and imagine her lying in her bed with her fingers covering every inch of her sweet pussy, wishing it was really me doing all the things I’m saying to her.

“Keep going Cruz. Tell me more.”

“You like it hard and fast sometimes so that’s how I’m giving it to you. Hard, fast, harder, faster. In and out, my cock rubbing against your clit. Oh, God Turnip, I can’t… I can’t.”

I can’t even form a sentence right now, but I have to hear her go over the edge.

“Faster, Harlow. I’m fucking you faster. Feel me, baby. Feel Me.”

“I feel you. I feel you! Here I come…” She cries out in ecstasy, and I’m really afraid I’m going to come right in my uniform. I had to quicken this one, and I know I will do anything I have to do in order to go to that career day next week. I have to see her. It’s not an option.

So, somehow I lucked out. Got a guy at work to switch days off with me, so here I am, almost to Harlow’s school, and I can’t wait to see my Turnip. It’s been way too long. I never thought I’d grow to depend on her, how she makes me feel, how our distance only makes us stronger.

I have three whole days with my Turnip. My normal day off, today and the next two. Thursday is Thanksgiving and me being the new guy, well, I have to work most holidays, but I don’t have to work New Year’s. I’ll be back in Princeton for a few days for Harlow’s sister’s wedding.

I pull up to Grayson Elders Middle School. It’s really a beautiful school. Most of the buildings here are. Old and rich, like the men who built them. I go up to the office, and I’m buzzed in. I head to the office, fully clothed in uniform for the kids. My badge on, and my gun and holster locked and not loaded.

The women in the office see me approach and flock to the front desk.

“C-can I help you, Officer?” One of the women asks me. Stars in her eyes and I’m assuming wet panties.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m Officer Raphael Cruz of the Sandy Cove Police Department and I’m here to give a lecture to Miss Hannum’s seventh grade class for career day.”

Pink heats up her cheeks, and she blushes.

“Oh, yes, um, you are Miss Hannum’s, her um, her…” Her voice trails off.

“Her boyfriend, yes ma’am.” I wink at her which immediately makes her blush, again.

“I’ll escort you to Miss Hannum’s room.”

Another lady flies around the desk and pushes the one I have been speaking to away.

“No, no Cathy, I have this. I can take him.”

“Oh no, that won’t be necessary, Rose. I can take him.”

They give each other the evil eye and go back and forth with one another. Obviously, there’s going to be an older women cat fight in about a minute if I don’t stop it myself.

“Ladies, if you just point me in the right direction and tell me the room number, I’m sure I can find it.”

They look up at me and smile their fake smiles, and tell me her room number is two hundred. I thank them and leave the office with the two of them still in a heated disagreement.

When I reach Harlow’s room, I stop when I hear her voice. So sweet and gentle and just loving. There’s a glass window in the closed door, and I can see her in the front of the room, near the blackboard, and she turns to write something, then back around to address the class. I can see her hair is up in a high ponytail, (perfect for grabbing onto later) and she’s wearing her hot-for-teacher glasses.

Fuck me!

I’m not even in the same room with her, and she’s killing me.

I better get this over with, so I can get her back to her place and not out of her bed for a few days. I hope she gave Willow and her family warning not to call a search party when she is M.I.A. for a few days.

Harlow Hannum is all mine.

I knock on the door of her room, and she turns and comes towards it, opening it slowly. She smiles, sending goosebumps down my bare arms.

What an affect she has on me just from a single smile.

“Officer Cruz, how lovely it is for you to join us. Please come in.” She winks at me before turning back to the class.

“Boys and girls, let me introduce a friend of mine. This is Officer Cruz of the Sandy Cove Police Department. He is here to speak with you all about his career on the police force.”

I hear some gasps when I enter the room. Twenty faces look at me and half of them are girls. Can you guess which ones gasped?

“Hello everyone. Thank you for having me today. Miss Hannum was kind enough to ask me to come speak with you about my job. Does anyone have any questions for me?”

I hear whispers among the kids, and I turn to Harlow, who gives me a grin.

“Boys and girls, settle down please.”

I see a girl in the front raise her hand delicately, and I point to her. Her head raised, but her eyes are down, not making eye contact with me, and I see her cheeks are pink.

“Um, Officer Cruz, I… Um want to know what you think is the best part of your job?”

I don’t think anyone has ever asked me that, so I have to make my answer a good one.

“Well, I would have to say the best part of my job is helping people.”

She doesn’t look satisfied with my answer.

“Like how do you help people?”

Ok, so I have a feeling this kid is going to give me a run for my money.

“Lots of ways.”

“In what ways?”

Oh, Jesus. I look to Harlow, who is trying to mask a smile. Just looking at her makes this line of questioning worth it. Her eyes light up my soul.

“I help people who are lost, who need to find their way home, some people who are injured and need the assistance of an officer. I also take care of the bad guys, and there are some out there.”

“What do the bad guys do?”

“They hurt other people, steal from other people, make life difficult for other people. But sometimes when the bad guy is caught, it makes me feel good I have the kind of job that I do. I think it’s the best job around.”

Harlow is now standing beside me and gives me a look that tells me I did good.

After a while and some more questioning, I show them my gun and my badge. Most of the girls in the class, well, all of them really, take pictures of me with them with their phones like little paparazzi.

Harlow tells the class to thank me for coming in today. I tell them thanks for having me and give them a wave.

“Boys and girls, I’m going to walk Officer Cruz out and I’ll be right back. Take out your Intro to English Lit books and continue on chapter ten.”

We exit her classroom and she walks me down the hall, the only noise I hear are the sounds of her sexy heels hitting the floor. I’m suddenly pulled into some kind of dark alcove, and before I know it, Harlow’s hands are in my hair, hat tossed off, of course, and her lips are on me. Her tongue searching mine. No other woman with a lip between their teeth can make me burn throughout my body like she can. I’m lost in my own erotic bliss. I’m addicted to her.

She releases me and smiles.

“I missed you like crazy, Officer. You did really well in there.”

I trace her bottom lip with my thumb.

“Well they gave me a run for my money.”

“I think the girls have crushes on you.”

She pouts, and I know she’s kidding.

“Maybe… but I only have eyes for you.”

She sighs and touches my chest.

“I’m halfway through the day, so are you going to go straight to my house?”

“Yep, got my key. You know where to find me.”

She gets a devilish look in her eyes.

“It better be in my bed with nothing on except a full view of those hip stars.”

I laugh. She calls me insatiable.

“You got that right. Promise you’ll wear those sexy teacher glasses for me the whole time I’m worshiping your body?”

“I’m pretty sure you can bet on that.”

She gives me a swift kiss, and I walk back down towards the office. I spot the two secretaries who come out into the lobby to say goodbye. A little too urgently I might add.

“Bye, Officer Cruz. Thank you so much for coming,” one of them says to me.

I tip my hat. “Thank you ladies, the pleasure was all mine.” And the blushing continues.

I get back to Harlow’s house. She’s done a great job of making this place her own. The last time I was here she didn’t have any pictures hanging or trinkets or doilies or whatever chicks have lying around. Now when I walk around I see photographs of her and her family, and her and her girlfriends, but my heart stills when I see a long table leading to her upstairs lined with pictures of her and me. One from earlier in the summer and one with us fishing. There is one on the boardwalk when we all decided to act like kids and ride all the roller coasters. But the one that gets to me, that steals my breath, that makes my heart pang loudly, is the selfie we took of ourselves in her car on the way to her parents when I met them for the first time. Her eyes, big and blue and bright. Under them so much pain that I want to take away. I want to rescue her from it all. Make it so she never has to feel pain again. I look at us. Her and I.