Page 19 of Dirty Cops Next Door

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Toni

I watchedthem as they left quietly, still on fire from the experience of having them both engulf me. Another shiver went straight down my spine, the memory of them both touching me so intimately making my stomach tighten as my knees went weak. I probably looked like a lost innocent waif, my hair bedraggled and my eyes big and round as I clutched my arms just under my breasts. They’d just made me come in my own kitchen!

Then, of all things, Eric caught us! I didn’t know what he’d seen, but he’s not a little boy anymore, surely he’d guessed at what had been happening? I scrubbed at my cheeks with my hands, the sleeves of my shirt covering my palms, the heat there almost an itch. What is wrong with me, I wondered as I reached for the bottle of wine behind me.

I looked at it, decided I’d had enough, and put it away. I was standing in front of the fridge, trying to decide whether I wanted a piece of chocolate cake or not, trying to decide anything really, but my eyes kept going to the door.

“We’ll be waiting for you.”

I pushed the door of the ancient fridge closed and walked into my bedroom. I’d barely had time to do more than unpack my boxes and make up the bed. The same old dark blue blackout curtains I’d had since I was a teenager hung at the window. The bed was covered in a comforter my mother bought for me for Christmas my first year of high school. The furniture had been mine since I was a child.

There was nothing new really, not in the entire house. Little things, computers, pictures, things like that were newer, but the furnishings had all been things my parents owned. I’d barely been able to afford a new laptop when I started at university, now we could afford even less. Eric was a free man tonight, though, and that was a good thing. I’d hang on to the same chest of drawers, with panels that come off if you try to use the handles, until the day I died if it meant Eric not sitting in a jail cell.

I sat on the bed with a deep sigh and looked around at my meager belongings. I’d sacrificed and then sacrificed some more after my parents had died. I’d behaved myself, studied, and been there for Eric. I’d pushed myself, and pushed others away, because Eric needed me and I’d needed to finish school. Now school was over, real life was kicking in, and kicking in hard, and I’d been going all out on rabbit-mode for years now.

Didn’t I deserve… A break?

I stroked at the fullest part of my bottom lip with the knuckle of my right hand, a habit I’d formed long ago when deep in thought. I glanced in the mirror on the wall, a full-length cheap piece of glass stuck to a cheap frame. I was still young, not bad looking, not really, and there were two men next door who’d managed to get me off in seconds as they sandwiched me between them in my kitchen. What would it be like to be with them, in a bedroom, with plenty of time?

I felt a deep pulsing ache between my thighs and squeezed without thinking about it. It was just reflex, but it felt so good. I’d hated David when I’d walked into that police station yesterday. Now I just wanted him to pick me up, throw me on a bed and fuck me until he and Grant made me forget the world existed. They’d snatched the world away from me, all of my cares, the stressors that made me do a morning check of my hair for silver strands, and replaced it all with pleasure and bliss.

I’d fantasized about them for so long, and now reality was just a few hundred feet away. Would reality live up to the fantasy? Did I have it in me to do this? I blew air forcefully from my lungs as I debated with myself. Good girl or bad girl?

I found myself walking straight to the bathroom. I hurried through my normal routine in ten minutes and got out. I was in such a rush to get my hair dry that I walked out of the bathroom with a wild mane, but decided I kind of liked it. I looked kind of… Sexy. Untamed. Ready to take the world on.

I’d made my decision.

Was I ready to take on David and Grant though? That was the real question. Was I ready for both of them at the same time?

It was so unbelievably dirty but impossibly fantastic! How many times in my life would I possibly get a chance like this, I wondered. They were both gorgeous, too. I stared into the mirror once more. I was going to do it, but I was going to do it on my terms.

This was the opportunity of a lifetime, maybe even payback for all those years of sacrifice. Maybe this was fate. A little fun, a lot of fun, I giggled to myself, and no strings attached. I could do this. I didn’t need a partner or a full-time lover, I just needed to go over there and let them fuck me into the middle of next week. That’s all.

No expectations, no undying love, blah, blah, blah. Just sex. That’s all I wanted, all I asked for; a chance to know what real sex was and to explore it with those two unbelievably hot men.

I went to Eric’s door and listened. The television was on and I could hear gentle snoring. He was asleep. I had my phone in my hand, just in case he woke up for some unknown reason and couldn’t find me. I didn’t want to leave a note, mainly because I didn’t want him to know where I was. He’s my little brother, after all, and I’m supposed to be the responsible adult. That didn’t stop me from grabbing my keys, locking the door behind me, and marching across the dewy grass.

Grant answered the door, his eyes taking me in. He’d had a shower too, his hair was wet and his skin had that clean, soapy scent that made my nostrils flare. I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t think of anything to say. I just stood there. My pulse was racing so hard I was certain he could probably see my eyes pulsing with it, and my breathing was heavy. I was on the verge of running, either to him or away, I hadn’t decided yet.

Rather than forcing the issue, Grant did the smart thing and waited for me to decide. I stepped toward him, and he stepped back. I pushed the door closed behind me and followed the silent man into the living room. I took in a room filled with paraphernalia from their lives, pictures of them in their uniforms, citations on the walls, a television, a black couch, recliner, and loveseat, along with black tables on dark blue carpet. I didn’t care about any of it. I could only see Grant as he turned, his pajama pants low on his hips, as he walked down a dark hallway very similar to mine, and into a bedroom.

I wondered if I should have put on more than just my own pajamas and a coat, but I didn’t own anything I’d consider sexy. There’d been no need for it and I didn’t want to waste money on things that would never be worn. Now, though, I wished I had a long, silky black silk and lace nightgown, or some of that stuff with the strappy things that tie to the stockings, anything besides my blue PJs covered in laughing monkeys.

I felt awkward, a familiar sensation, but squashed it beneath bravado. They’d take me in my childish PJs or not. If they were as interested as I thought they were, they’d take me. Literally, hopefully. I held back a snort at that, covering my mouth as I walked into the bedroom.

Okay, maybe I was unprepared but these two weren’t. The room was dominated by a huge bed, black lace hanging from each of the posts at the four corners. It was a gothic room of romance and seduction, the main colors black and red, a variety of candles making the room glow. A grown-up room of delights. I inhaled softly, but deep, awareness of the decision I’d made suddenly overwhelming me. I was going to give myself to these two men.

They could do anything with me.

I looked at Grant as he turned to me, his eyes taking in my sudden discomfort. He didn’t miss anything, this man, and I knew it.

“Come here, princess.” He held out a hand to me, his eyes imploring me, promising me safety in the storm that was my own emotions in that moment.

I took his hand and all was calm once again, everything made sense.

“You can leave anytime you want to. We will stop if you want us and if we think we’re pushing beyond your own boundaries. We will stop ourselves if we think we need to. There will be no questions, needling, or threats. This is all about you and us, Toni. It is about pleasure, need, and desire. Do you understand?” The color of his eyes, normally so light they appeared almost clear, were now dark, startlingly so.