Chapter 5
Dean
We hadtwo more hours on the clock, and we were lying low until the end of shift. No matter how many aspirin I downed, I still had one hell of a hangover headache. Wealldid. And it didn’t help that the new transfer hadn’t stopped talking all damn day.
“She spit on my dick. I’m not joking,” he said, his face completely serious. “What kind of a woman spits on a guy’s dick?” His name was Ryan Cage, and I had no clue yet if I could trust him. The only thing I knew was that he wasn’t Thomas.
“A nice one?” Jack asked, rolling his eyes.
“Nah, man. I’m telling you; it was savage. She was too eager, you know? It was almostunnatural. She even broke my damn zipper,” Ryan said in a high voice. “It was like she had never operated one before.”
Never operated a zipper or a dick? I wondered, but thought better of asking, the conversation was too stupid to begin with.
“Broke your zipper?” Jack asked, completely enamored with Ryan’s telling of his blowjob from hell. “She wanted it that bad, huh?”
“Jack, man. I’m not kidding. She had my dickandmy nuts in her mouth. At the same damn time!” Ryan laughed.I didn’t even like the way he laughed. My head throbbed more.
Jack’s brow furrowed. “You do understand that I’m married? With a kid? A kid who is on the spectrum? I can’t even remember what a blowjob feels like,” he sneered, throwing a pen on his desk. “There are no such things as bad blowjobs. The only bad ones are the ones that don’t happen.”
I laughed, because that was mostly true.
“What are you packing down there? Maybe you’re the size of a baby carrot, and she was just trying to do her best with the crap she was given,” Callie teased, chiming into the conversation.
“Callie, babe, I wouldn’t mind showing you if you really wanted to know…”
“Fuck off, Cage,” she laughed.
“If you wanted to watchthattoo, it could be arranged,” he said, throwing a wink in her direction.
Everybody was trying desperately to pretend there wasn’t a dead friend and teammate to grieve. What time did we have for grieving anyway? It wasn’t like we’d get time off. We had to keep working, keep making sure everybody else was safe and taken care of.Just do your job, they said.
So we did.
We stayed upstairs in the squad getting square with all our paperwork, listening to Ryan Cage go on and on about his thoughts on inferior blowjob applications. “She just sat there, with a mouthful of dick and balls, not moving. Just making these horrible slurping noises.” He slapped his palms down on Thomas’ old desk.
It was still Thomas’ desk in my head—always would be. “It was starting to get tighter and tighter in there…so tight my asshole was puckering up, you know? And I kept thinking, is she breathing? I mean how long could someone stay like that? Jammed full like that…”
Through the office windows, I got a glimpse of Brooke flying up the stairs from the precinct into the squad room, jaw tight and eyes on fire. I nudged my chin at the door to get Ryan to open it, but he was too busy continuing his stupid conversation about blowjobs gone wrong. I mean, come on. A blowjob is a blowjob. If someone is willing to take a dick in the mouth, be grateful.
“Then,” he said, cracking up. “Then I hearOh ew ike at? Ew ike at ig oy?And I realize this girl is trying to talk to me all cocked up.”
That would be the exact time my sister, my beautiful baby sister, walked into the squad room.
My pulse sped up when she turned toward me with a dark purple welt circling around her eye. “Did someone resist arrest? What happened?” I asked, jumping to my feet rushing at her.
“With what?” Brooke asked, fumbling away from me with a startled look.
“Looks like you got a nice shiner there, sweetheart,” Ryan answered. Immediately, I didn’t like the way he was looking at her.
She pressed a hand to her face, and her skin blanched with realization. “No, I…I think I might have hit into something on an arrest. I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Ryan asked, rising to stand.
“Who are you?” she snapped, narrowing her eyes in his direction.That’s my badass sister.
I shifted myself between them, “Brooke, this is Detective Ryan Cage. He’s the new guy.” My eyes locked with Ryan’s, and my jaw tightened with my words. “Ryan, this ismy sister, officer Brooke Fury.”
Ryan looked from me to her and offered a quick understanding nod. My shoulders loosened when he backed away.
