Hostile Home Front [Black Ops Brotherhood 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (2 page)

“Aw, baby, don’t make me do this.” Gavin reached for his badge. It was getting difficult to function. “This is a
real
badge. I am a
real
cop. And, if you don’t turn that music down, I am
really
arresting you for disturbing the peace. And
taking
you down to the
real
police station just like that.”

The music was silenced. A brief look of surprise crossed the hottie’s face as she turned slightly to look inside the house. Another woman came from behind and pushed the other woman from the door.

“Sorry, officer. We’ll keep it down,” she said.

“Please,” Gavin said.

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry you had to come all the way out here.”

“Have fun, ladies, just keep it down. Okay?” Gavin turned to leave.

Gavin walked back to his truck and winced as he sat down. His dick was so hard it could have cut glass. He wanted nothing more than to shove that hottie back into the house and give her exactly what she was asking for. He picked up the radio and closed out the call.

“Dispatch, this is Walsh, Ten-Fifteen was a party and it’s taken care of, close it out.”

“Roger that, Lieutenant.”

Gavin shook his head and started home. He let himself into his duplex and went through his nightly routine. He needed a shower. The workout he had put his guys through today had been particularly grueling. Lieutenant Gavin Walsh wasn’t just any police officer on the Victoria Police Force. He was the head of the SWAT Team. He was on loan from the FBI to update the tactical training of small police forces in high-risk areas.

Gavin’s rank of
Lieutenant
had been bestowed upon him by the Chief of the Victoria Police Department. Chief Ortiz had complained bitterly when Gavin had landed in his department. Ortiz wanted complete control over every decision Gavin made. That of course interfered with the mission the FBI had given him. He was involved not only in improving the training and tactical awareness of the small-town police department, he was also involved in an ongoing terrorist cell investigation. That ongoing investigation had led him to Victoria, Texas.

This police department needed his help badly. Along with Gavin came federal money and over twenty years of tactical experience. Today he had really ramped up his SWAT team’s close-quarters training. Gavin’s muscles ached from the tension of his day, and that little detour after work was doing nothing to relax him. He headed for the shower, grabbing a beer from the fridge on the way. He stepped from his clothes after turning on the shower. Gavin had the sinewy body of a highly skilled warrior. A good upper body and well-defined abs and chest gave him the appearance of a much younger man. The only sign of his forty-four years was his slightly graying temples in his black hair. His flint-gray eyes were like steel. He shaved a couple of times a week, giving him a rugged appearance. He had been a SEAL during his years in the military, retiring from the Navy with twenty-four years of service.

Gavin took a long sip of his beer and stepped under the spraying hot water. He closed his eyes and stuck his head fully under the impact of the falling liquid. His mind wandered to the woman he had just met. His photographic memory traced her perfectly, just as she had been, standing in that doorway. He sketched her body with his eyes, remembering the way it begged to be touched.
Damn
! She was the finest piece of ass he had ever seen!

Gavin sketched her full lips with his eyes. In his mind he imagined those soft lips wrapped around his cock. He knew, innately, that she would suck his cock with all her might. He could see her on her knees, head bent over his lap, her tongue sliding from between her lips, licking his cock. He would push back her long, soft, chocolate-colored hair to watch her as she pleased him. He envisioned her small hand gripping his cock, sliding slowly up and down as her big brown eyes watched him.

Involuntarily, his hand ventured to his hard cock, feeling it respond to his gentle stroking. Gavin shook his head to clear the vision and stopped. He grabbed the soap and started to lather himself, starting with his chest but once again returning his hand to his cock. Damn! He was so hard.

She knew exactly what buttons to push. She was everything he desired. Her sexy body was full and firm. Her long chocolate hair looked like silk. What had captivated Gavin were her big brown eyes. When he looked into her eyes he saw passion like he had never seen in any woman before. This woman was a very sensual creature and he wanted so much to taste what she had to offer.

How did she know how to make me so hot?
And who the fuck was she waiting for looking like that? Gavin thought possessively, his hand speeding up its soapy jacking. He envisioned her meeting him like that. She would smile when she saw him, extremely glad he was home from work.

“I missed you,” she would purr in that sultry voice.

“Oh? What did you miss, baby?” he would ask, taking her into his arms.

“I missed your cock. I’ve been waiting for you to come home so you could fuck me with your hard cock. Fuck me please,” she would beg.

Gavin came hard, spraying the shower wall. The image was so strong that he could almost hear her say those words to him. He went through the motions of finishing his shower. He dried himself and walked into his bedroom, not bothering with clothes. It had been a very long time since he had given himself a hand job. He felt off center and slightly disturbed. But after that experience, he needed the release.
This whole damn evening has been disturbing
.

Gavin was drained from his orgasm. He had never experienced anything like what he had just experienced. It was as if the semen had literally been ripped from his body. Thank God he hadn’t touched her and he guessed he would probably never see her again.

He lay down on his bed and quickly fell into a dead sleep.

* * * *

“What just happened?” Amy asked as she whirled on Lynn when she closed the door.

“I just got a text from Jeff. He’s running late,” Lynn said, leading Amy back into the house.

It took Amy a moment to realize what her friend had just said and the implication of the words.

“W–What!” Amy whispered, terrified.

“Jeff is running a little late. He just sent me a text. He should be here around eight thirty,” Lynn said matter-of-factly.

“
Oh my God! That was a real cop
!” Amy screamed hysterically.

“Amy, calm down.”

“
Are you kidding
?
I just let a cop see me this way
!
He must think I’m a prostitute
!
What was I thinking
?” Amy ranted.

“Calm down, it didn’t seem like it was any big deal to him,” Lynn snapped.

Amy was suddenly sick. “
My uncle is the chief of police
! How did I let you talk me into this?”

“It’s for your own good.” Lynn flopped down on the couch.

“What?” Cheryl asked, walking back into the living room with another bottle of wine.

“Oh my God!” Amy repeated.

“What’d I miss? And who turned down the music?” Cheryl asked with a frown.

“Apparently one of the neighbors called the cops,” Lynn said.

“Uh-hum. Where is our man in blue?” Cheryl leered.

“No,
really called the cops,
and one showed up,” Lynn said.

“Oh shit! Did she…” Cheryl asked, pointing to Amy.

Lynn nodded grimly and then brightened. “But the one they sent would’ve worked. Damn! He was good looking—and around our age.”

“Oh my God!” Amy buried her face in a pillow.

“Yeah? Details. What did he look like?” Cheryl asked.

“Tall, dark, and smoking! He had the hardest body I’ve ever seen with clothes on. And he was taking in every inch of our girl here,” Lynn said with a grin as she high-fived Cheryl.

“Okay! That’s enough! Call your boy and tell him not to come. I’m changing back into my clothes,” Amy said as she rushed from the room.

Amy could hear Cheryl and Lynn calling her, but she shut the door and locked it behind her. She had never been so humiliated in all her life. Her face flushed with heat as she thought about the police officer she had just met. She was so embarrassed. She had
come on to him
!

Amy was mortified as she hurriedly threw on a baggy T-shirt and jeans to cover her exposed body. At this point she could not put on enough clothes to cover herself. She sat at the edge of her bed and stared off into space. Tim had been right. She was a useless idiot. She recalled the look on the officer’s face when she opened the door.
Probably nauseated at the sight of my fat self!

Amy heard the soft knock at her bedroom door. She ignored it, focusing on her humiliation. She and her friends had been planning this night ever since Cheryl had suggested that she do something different, something sexy. They had shopped for hours, finally finding a lingerie site dedicated to curvy women. She had been skeptical about the order, but when it had arrived she was happily surprised. It had fit perfectly and gave her a feeling she hadn’t had since college. It made her feel very attractive. That little indulgence led to the ladies cleaning out Amy’s closet and making her over.

“Time to go from frump girl to hump that girl!” Cheryl had cheered when the last box had been taken to Goodwill almost two weeks ago.

This was supposed her night, her “breakup party.” Amy’s divorce from an alcoholic nightmare of a marriage was finally over and this was supposed to be the night she broke free. She had waited ten long years for this night. Nothing had changed in her life. Tonight was more of the same kind of humiliation she had endured for years.

“Amy? Open the door, please,” Amy heard Cheryl call softly.

Amy got up from the bed and opened the door. Cheryl and Lynn stepped into the bedroom. Her head was starting to hurt.
Way too much wine
. She sat on the edge of the bed and her friends curled around her.

“Amy…” Lynn started.

Amy held up her hands. “It’s okay. We should call it a night.”

“Are you kidding? We’re just getting started. Besides, I got Winston to watch the kids. Do you know how hard that is?” Cheryl asked as she gathered Amy in her arms.

“No way! That part of the party may be over, but we can still do something else. Let’s look online for your dress,” Lynn said.

“No, I don’t think so. Not tonight. I have to work tomorrow and I need to tie up a lot of loose ends this week for the gala. Besides, if I don’t get one Cheryl will just find something spectacular like she always does,” Amy said as she smiled at Cheryl.

“I already have the dress you’re wearing. But it never hurts to look. We may find something even more special. Damn it, Amy! I wish I could talk you into modeling for my website,” Cheryl said.

“There is no way I would model anything. You want me in all that underwear you buy for your store. No way!” Amy said.

“Amy, Tim was an asshole. I saw the way that cop was looking at you. That man was having a hard time speaking when he saw you. I don’t give a shit what you say. You’re a very beautiful woman,” Lynn said.

“Oh my God!” Amy lamented at the thought of the police officer and the visual she had given him.

“Uh-huh, that damn cop was saying the same thing only it was
oh my fucking God
!
I’m about to get lucky
! Best call he’s made in his life! I haven’t seen him around otherwise I would’ve remembered that one. Is he new?” Lynn asked.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen him, either,” Amy said. She closed her eyes at the recollection of what had happened. “I hope I never see him again.”

“I do. I’ll bet he arrests you but takes you to his place instead of jail,” Lynn quipped.

Amy giggled at the remark. For the next couple of hours they gathered around Amy’s desktop computer and searched for formal dresses online just to get ideas. She finally locked the door behind her friends somewhere around eleven thirty. She walked around, picking up and straightening the house before finally falling into bed. She had work tomorrow and needed to get up at six in the morning. Amy and one of her aids would be working on their annual inventory at the library.

* * * *

Gavin woke up with a sudden start. He was lying in the middle of his bed naked. He turned over and looked at the clock. It was just after one thirty in the morning. He got up and put on the pajama bottoms lying on the edge of the bed and walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. Gavin could feel the goose bumps form on his skin. It was early November in South Texas and not cold like other places he had lived, but it was still a little chilly. He looked out the kitchen window, realizing he was fully awake in the middle of the night. He had fallen asleep way too early.

“Damn it!” Gavin cursed out loud.

Gavin walked into the small living room and turned on the TV as he sat down in his easy chair. He idly channel surfed for the next couple of hours before he could relax enough to sleep. Something was haunting him, and he realized his mind kept wandering back to the woman he had seen earlier. He turned off the TV and went back to bed, slipping under the covers this time. A car backfired somewhere in the distance as he closed his eyes and welcomed sleep.

Gavin was haunted. He could see the images of past battles coming back. He was back in a war he wanted to forget. The mission had failed to capture the drug lord they had been sent to shut down. The entire village had been massacred. His body tensed and went into survival mode because he could hear gunshots and the sound of explosives off in the distance. These bastards had taken their time with the people of the village.