Page 44 of Dirty Cops Next Door

I had to shift on the bed, the memories were flooding me now and I was too hard not to notice. Fuck, the way she’d moved on David, how she’d looked back at me, reaching for me even as she took all he had to give her.

My breath caught in my chest. I remembered her eyes, the shine of them in the light of the candles, the look of adoration on her face. Oh God, and the way her lips had wrapped around my stiff cock. I touched myself, meaning only to adjust the ridge in my pajama bottoms, but my hand lingered.

I hadn’t been hard since I’d come home. I’d started to think maybe I never would be again. I tried again, and the image of Toni above me came to me, moving on me the way she’d moved on David, taking me into her body eagerly, loving every moment of it.

“Shit!” I whispered, the heat of the memory scorching my skin, even now.

She’d made me forget the world, she’d made me come harder than I’d ever come in my life. Now, the memory wasn’t enough.

“Do you think...” I paused, my voice almost rusty after so little use. “Do you think she still wants me?”

“I know for a fact she does, mate. She’s dying inside without you, without us.”The weight was put on the last word, and I knew he meant it.

“I, uh, I need a minute.” I couldn’t get my erection to go down to save my life. Memories of Toni were swarming through my brain, her kiss, her laugh, the way her eyes lit up when she smiled.

“I think you need more than a minute, mate, you’ve got a forest on your face. Need some help?” I heard his laughter and smiled. I was forgiven already.

“No, I think I can manage.” I left the room then, my body back to normal, and went to the bathroom.

I had almost lost it all. Hopefully, I hadn’t realized it too late.

* * *

Toni

I staredat the stack of boxes I was preparing to use. Christmas vacation was coming up for the boys and I’d told them we’d move during the vacation. They weren’t happy about it, but they didn’t complain too much.

I had to escape the memories, and I thought they did too. Mark was doing alright, but both had learned that kids can be super judgmental. For that matter, so can other kids’ parents. They weren’t exactly pariahs, but they weren’t on many birthday party invitation lists either.

David had tried to spread the word that both had completed their programs and were back on the straight and narrow, but people are hard when it comes to drugs.

My story on the shooting and Grant’s near death had gone viral. People were outraged that someone had just so blithely ordered the death of a cop. A paper out in Newport News saw it and I’d had the offer on my phone before I could even blink. I’d planned to turn them down, but as time went on I had started to realize that Grant wasn’t going to come back to me. No matter how much I wanted him to.

I loved them both, I just couldn’t face life with one alone. Not after knowing the heaven, the pure bliss, of having them both love me. Grant refusing to see me had spoiled it all, had put a cloud over every single moment David and I spent alone. I loved those moments, I cherished them, but I also knew it should be both of them with me, not just one.

I stood up, giving the boxes a finger before I went in to take a shower. The boys were out, both working at the pizza place they’d applied to together. I was alone and miserable. Bee had offered to come over, but it was her show night and I didn’t want to interrupt. She loved that television program and somebody was going to die on tonight’s episode. I couldn’t take that from her.

When I got out twenty minutes later I was clean but the tears were still threatening to ruin my face all over again.

A pounding on the door startled me and I went to peep through the hole to see who was knocking like that. When I saw who it was, I smiled. Cop knocking.

“Hi, David. I...”

Grant stood behind him, his smile hopeful, his face free of the beard he’d started to grow in the hospital.