ROMANCE: The Bad Boy Meeting (32 page)

Robert went into Rosie’s bedroom to tell her the news.

“I can’t believe it, she agreed to it,” he said.

“Wow, great!” Rosie said as her eyes lit up.

“She wants to make it happen tonight,” Robert said. “If you’re ready.”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” Rosie said.

Robert went back into the bedroom; and Kandra was dressed in a see-through gown that showed off her beautiful breasts and gorgeous stomach.
              “Wow, baby, you look stunning!” he said as he looked her up and down.

“Come give your mate a kiss,” she said as he went up to her and kissed her lovingly. She put her hand over his crotch and rubbed him over his pants. He began to rub her as well. Seconds later, Rosie appeared in the doorway with the same sexy night gown that she had put on earlier.

“Come in,” Kandra said; and Rosie entered the room. Rosie walked over to the couple; and Kandra gave Rosie a deep, passionate kiss while Robert watched.

“You have to watch us first,” Kandra said, making sure he knew that she was in control.

“Get on the bed, Rosie,” Kandra said. Rosie did as she was told; and Kandra turned Rosie around so that her ass was pointed towards her. Kandra carefully took Rosie’s panties off and began to lick her clit and work her finger slowly in and out of Rosie’s pussy while Rosie sighed. Then Kandra stopped for a second to take off her top and let Robert see her naked breasts.

“I want you to touch yourself while you watch us,” Kandra said. Robert nodded and took his pants off. He slowly worked his hand up and down on his already hard cock while Kandra went back to licking Rosie’s pussy and fingering her. She worked up to a feverish pace while Robert pleasured himself. Both of the women got even more excited watching Robert jack off. Finally, Rosie worked up to a loud moan that signaled her first climax. Then, Kandra stopped licking and fingering her.

“Come her and fuck her from behind Robert,” Kandra said. Robert nodded his head and came over to where Rosie’s full, ripe ass was sticking out. Her pussy glistened with come. Rosie turned around to look at Robert with a come hither stare. He guided his full manhood inside of her, working slowly in and out while she sighed with pleasure.

“Oh yeah,” Rosie said while Robert sighed with delight.

“You like fucking her don’t you?” Kandra said. Robert was so into the sex all he could do was nod in response.

“”Now it’s my turn,” Kandra said as she got completely undressed and lay down beside Rosie, turning her ass towards Robert. It wasn’t as full as Rosie’s ass; but was quite shapely.

“Now, I want you to fuck me too; but I want you to go back and forth between us,” Kandra said.

Robert nodded and began to slip his hard cock inside his wife’s eager pussy. He worked her slowly at first, watching her perfect tits sway while he thrusted. Then, he got going really fast until he was practically pounding her.

“Oh yes!” Kandra said as she waves of pleasure sent her to a mind-blowing orgasm.  Robert was moaning and nearing climax himself.

“Now stop and fuck her again,” Kandra said.

Robert pulled out of her just in time. He immediately put his cock back in Rosie and began to pound her pussy at the same feverish pace that he had fucked his wife. Rosie and Kandra began to kiss, allowing their tongues to intermingle as Robert pounded her.

“Robert, put it in her ass. You know you want to,” Kandra said. “Don’t you?”

Robert nodded as he continued fucking Rosie. Rosie was softly moaning with pleasure. He took out his cock and put just the head of it in Rosie’s tight ass.

“Oh yeah, fuck my ass,” Rosie said. She sounded like a woman who was desperate to be fucked- like it was the last chance she would have to have sex in this lifetime.

Robert slowly worked his cock all of the way in and out of her gaping asshole while Kandra watched. Kandra reached underneath Rosie and began to fondle her clit. Rosie’s eyes rolled back in her head as the couple pleasured her. Robert was now fucking Rosie’s ass now with ruthless abandon and kissing his wife.

“Go on come in her ass, you know you want to,” Kandra said.

Robert looked down at Rosie with her large tits swaying back and forth and her full ass being penetrated by him, then he gazed over at his wife who was shaking her tits at him. It was all he could stand. He tightened up as his mouth fell open; and let loose his seed into Rosie’s ass.

“OH GOD! OH YES!!” he moaned loudly as he let every bit of it fill her up. Then, he pulled out and both he and Kandra watched as the come ran out of Rosie and down her leg.

Robert turned and kissed his wife. Then, Rosie turned around and both Robert and Kandra kissed her.

“That was incredible,” Rosie said as they all collapsed onto the bed.

This went on for months until finally, late one night, Rosie went into labor. They rushed her to the hospital and she gave birth to a baby boy, which they named Kenneth after Kandra’s father. Rosie continued to live with the happy couple; and they continued to indulge in the best sex that any of them had ever had. The only thing that Kandra and Robert didn’t share with Rosie was their secret identities. Late at night, they would still run wild together under the full moon, looking forward to the day when they could teach little Kenneth how to hunt.

              The sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance. Rachel wasn’t going to wait for her backup to arrive. She was going to bring this piece of shit in herself. She glanced over as the perp tried to scale a fence on the other side of the alley and she took off running, her gun drawn.

              “Get on the ground or I’ll shoot!”

Her voice came out strong and gruff. She wasn’t playing around. The man she was following was wanted for several drug charges and was just one piece of a much bigger problem. She’d been hunting down an elusive drug lord for almost a year now. He was a slippery man who had eluded her for months.

She’d caught several of his henchmen and she felt like she was getting closer and closer to the big man himself. For now, she’d have to be happy to catch the little fish. Robert Cohen would have his day.

The man had managed to climb over the fence and Rachel was hot on his tail. She lept over the top and went after him, her feet slapping the uneven pavement and her heart pounding in her ears. She loved the chase. It was part of the reason she became a cop in the first place.

The sirens were getting closer now and she cursed, her eyes darting to the road that she was running parallel to. She wanted this to be her perp. She didn’t want to hand him over to the DEA. The chase continued and the panting man turned a corner, letting out a screech when he came face to face with a tall, lumbering man.

He was pinned between Rachel, a short woman with a full figure and a wall of a man. That man had a name. Keith Sanders and he and Rachel weren’t strangers. They’d worked together on the force after Keith retired from the military. They’d even been partners for a while on a few high profile cases. Then Keith got tired of being a cop and went on to join the DEA.

Rachel had felt abandoned when her partner and the man she looked up to left her behind. She had attempted to join the special task force more than once but they had told her she didn’t have what it took to be an agent. If she wanted to work for the DEA she’d have to go in as a paper pusher and that was the last thing she wanted.

The terrified drug dealer’s eyes darted back and forth, going between Keith and Rachel. He realized he had nowhere to go and slowly lowered himself to his knees, putting his hands behind his head. He didn’t want to get shot and Rachel had her gun trained on him. She was looking down the sight but lifted her head when Keith pulled out a pair of handcuffs and moved towards the man.

“Great job, Rachel. You led him right to us.” He said, a smirk gracing his devilishly handsome face. 

She hated that she found the tall man so attractive. Not to mention they had a bit of a past. His broad shoulders flexed and rippled as he put cuffs on the man, who was now crying and begging to be let go. When guys like this got caught, prison was the least of their worries. Guys like the one in front of Rachel didn’t make it long in prison.

When you worked for a man as powerful as Robert Cohen the wrong people knew exactly who you were. Men like this would go into prison and be stabbed or beaten to death within a week. Robert was a careful man and got to the men who were caught faster than the legal system could. It was the reason he’d been so damn hard to catch.

Ignoring the pathetic cries of the criminal before her, Rachel holstered her gun and groaned, “Are you serious Keith? You’re going to take him in? This one is mine!” She said, exasperated and angry.

Keith looked down at the man and hummed, “Really? I’m the one who cuffed him. That means he’s mine.” He challenged with yet another sly smirk.

Rachel’s eyes narrowed and she jabbed a finger in Keith’s direction. “That’s bullshit! Give me my perp!” She snapped.

Keith just laughed and yanked the man to his feet, causing him to yelp in surprise. He ran his hand through his cropped blonde hair before speaking again, “I’ll make you a deal.” He offered.

She stared at him, her shoulders still tense. She didn’t want to let her guard down. Cops should never let their guards down. That’s what got good people killed. Keith’s grey eyes met her own brown ones as he spoke, “Go on a date with me and I’ll give you this guy.”

“Oh, grow up, Keith! I’m not going to go on a date with you! Maybe if you’d stop stealing all my catches I’d consider it!”

“Maybe if you went on a date with me, I’d stop stealing all your perps.” He said with a deep laugh.

The small group of DEA agents behind him also began to snicker. Rachel had the sudden unbelievably strong urge to stomp her feet but resisted. She didn’t want to give Keith the satisfaction of getting to her. She snorted and turned on her heels, throwing her hand up in the air. “Whatever, Keith! you can have him. While you’re processing him and doing all the paperwork, I’ll be hunting the big game!”

Rachel took her gun out and clicked the safety on, ignoring the laughter she heard behind her. Sometimes she wished it wasn’t against policy to punch their lights out. She might have been short, but she was a well built woman with thick hips and legs that were nearly all muscle from years on the force.

“You think you’re going to catch the big boss all by yourself?”

She turned, her eyes narrowed and dangerous as she hissed through her clenched teeth, “Watch me!”

              Rachel grunted as she pushed open the door to the apartment she lived in. Her mind was still on Keith and his handsome face. She hated it. She threw her bag down on the couch and went to the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of water from the fridge.

              Her chubby basset hound wobbled over toward her and sat at her feet, panting. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and she whimpered a little. Rachel sighed and kneeled down to pet her head, kissing her nose.

              “You hungry, Cleo?”

              The dog gave an excited bark in return and Rachel smiled. She pushed herself to her feet and filled Cleo’s bowl with some food before setting it back down on the floor, offering her an apologetic look, “I’m sorry, girl. My mind is preoccupied." She admitted scornfully.

              It was preoccupied with Keith. How did he always manage to invade her thoughts? It was a damn shame that their relationship had fallen apart so abruptly. They had been good friends at one point, and on the road to being more than that.

              She remembered the first night they shared a bed. It had been a particularly dangerous mission. They both specialized in drug related crimes and arrests and so they were a natural choice to be a team. They had excellent chemistry and complimented each other.

              Keith had just retired from the military after being injured in a surprise attack. The bomb caused severe injury to his right arm. A lot of his nerves had been damaged in the attack and he had managed to regain gross motor movement in his arm but his fine motor movement had been all but shot. This meant he wasn’t that great with a gun anymore. It had been hard for him to get used to since he’d been one of the best shots in the Navy before the bomb went off.

              What he lacked in firepower, he made up for in brute strength. He was a huge man and stood at an easy 6’5” and every square inch of him was pure muscle. It had impressed Rachel the first time they met. The chief told her he was right out of physical therapy and wanted her to assess his ability on the field. You would assume that someone right out of physical therapy would do poorly with physical tasks, but Keith excels

              She loved having him with her. He intimidated people at first glance and it made her job a lot easier. Criminals always seemed to think that she wouldn’t be able to bring them down because she was barely five feet tall and a little softer in the middle than you would expect a cop to be. The joke was on them. She was trained in martial arts and took most of them down with ease. Having Keith around kept them from even trying anything.

              They seemed to be a perfect match. Keith made up for Rachel’s small size and she made up for his lack of firepower. No one seemed to have any objection to their compatibility and when they asked to be partners it was approved without a second glance.

              They became close during their time together and went on many dangerous missions together. Some of them involved violence and others were just everyday busts. There was one in particular that brought them even closer together than any other case.

              It was supposed to be a routine arrest. When it came to addicts, however, there was no such things as routine. Rachel had the arrest warrant in hand and Keith was knocking on the door. Rachel was the type of person who never let her guard down, but today she was more relaxed. Keith made her feel safe and so she hadn’t drawn her gun.

              The woman they were arresting had.

              When the door swung open and a wild looking woman with a gun in her hand stood there and had her gun trained on Rachel. She fired and the bullet went clean through Rachel’s shoulder, drawing a scream from her as she hit the ground from the force of the bullet.

              She lost a lot of blood from the gunshot and didn’t remember much about what happened next. She banged her head on the stone sidewalk and all she could recall was the sound of a dog snarling and a woman screaming. There were several more shots fire before she blacked out.

              When she finally came to, she was in the hospital and Keith was sitting in the little chair beside the bed. She’d laughed when she saw how small the chair was compared to his body. He’d chastised her for laughing but cracked a smile himself . When she asked what had happened to the woman he told her that she had ran into the woods and they found her days later, torn apart by wild animals.

              He’d said it without skipping a beat and without any remorse. He’d been afraid to lose Rachel. The thought of losing her had been far too much for him to bear. He kissed her that day and when she went home he was the one to take her.

              He didn’t leave her side or her bed for a week following that. The wound hadn’t been as bad as anyone thought. The doctor declared that she was lucky it didn’t strike any nerves or bones and went clean through! It didn’t feel like luck to be shot, but she didn’t argue.

              She healed up quickly and she and Keith spent that week making love every night and everyday. They became a tangled mess of limbs and she found herself desperate to stay that way. She never wanted to separate from him again.

              Rachel wouldn’t get her wish.

Soon after she returned to work, Keith was offered the position with the DEA and he took it without batting an eye. It made Rachel feel disposable. She congratulated him with a cold glare and their relationship had remained rocky over the past two years or so.

              She sighed as she fell into her bed, remembering the way his fingers felt on her pale skin. Why couldn’t he have just stayed with her? They could have been so happy.