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  Possession

  Blue Line Book Two

  Brandy Ayers

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Possession

  COPYRIGHT © 2017 by Brandy Ayers

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  Contact Information: [email protected]

  Visit me at www.brandyayers.com

  Digital ISBN

  Published in the United States of America

  Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Also By Brandy Ayers

  About Brandy

  Dedication

  To all the men and women in blue who risk

  Their lives to serve and protect their communities.

  Chapter One

  Bryan

  Bryan threw his squad car into park and settled in for his morning of pulling over drivers, listening to their excuses, then writing them tickets for whatever traffic law they decided to ignore that day. Most of the guys hated traffic detail, but Bryan would happily volunteer for this particular gig any day.

  And the reason for his enthusiasm sauntered out of her house just as he lifted his coffee to his lips and took a sip. The burn of the hot liquid against his tongue was nothing compared to the level of heat her swaying hips inspired in his groin. He’d been on this detail three times over the past month, and ever since that first day, he looked forward to seeing her with a fervor he hadn’t experienced since losing his virginity and discovering that he loved everything about pussy. The texture. The smell. The taste.

  Goddamn, the taste.

  He knew it always surprised the buckle bunnies down at the Blue Line when he went down on them for hours before ever letting them touch his cock. But there was just something about burying your face in that sweet spot between a woman’s legs that excited him like nothing else. Pussies were like snowflakes; no two were the same. And for years Bryan had made it his mission to trace every soft fold of as many women as he could.

  But the woman walking across her lawn to her mailbox seemed to have put a stop to that, and she had no idea. Ever since the first glimpse of her, he hadn’t been interested in a single one of the bunnies that practically crawled all over him when he went to the Blue Line Bar.

  Under normal circumstances he’d be taking a new girl home every night. But lately, he barely even saw them. He could think only of the blond beauty that every other officer saw as a pain in the ass for constantly complaining about the traffic violations on her street.

  Everything about her called to him. The honey blond hair piled in thick waves on top of her head. The seemingly impossible curves of her body. High, full tits on a chest that sloped down to a tiny waist before flaring out to hips so thick and lush all he wanted to do was grab them and dive face first into the heaven he was sure existed between her thighs. She looked like a modern-day pin-up girl. Tight jeans, tall heels, tiny tank top, and tattoos swirling over her upper arms.

  So distracted by the mere sight of her, Bryan didn’t realize she was walking toward him until she smiled and signaled for him to roll down his window.

  His mouth went dry and his heart pounded at double speed as he pushed the button to lower the glass separating them. He never reacted to women this way. A cock-sure attitude and deep dimples had taken him far when it came to the ladies. Not to mention his bigger than average dick. But this woman sent him reeling like never before.

  “Hi Officer…” She leaned in slightly to catch a glimpse of his name badge and smirked at the name there. “Officer Coy. So, are you?”

  Her eyes, he’d never seen them up close before, and now that he had, they captivated him entirely. Ice blue irises circled by a deep denim-colored ring, almost as if they were designed to pull you in and trap you in their depths. “Am I what?”

  “Coy?” Her eyes sparked with mischief and humor, and her plump lips curled up into a teasing smile that he desperately wanted to run his tongue over.

  “Not at all. I’m forward. Very forward. Want to marry me?” Pride pulsed through him as a laugh burst from her sweet mouth at the same time a deep blush stained her cheeks.

  “I think I’ll pass, but thanks for the offer.” Her eyes swept his face, and Bryan was struck by how confidently she held herself. Normally, people found the uniform intimidating and tended to avoid eye contact, almost as if he would be able to see every bad thing they had done simply because he was a police officer. And if the clothes didn’t get them, usually his looks did.

  Bryan knew he was good looking. He worked out hard every day to maintain a body that could give pleasure for hours upon hours. His face looked youthful, thanks to the dimples on both his cheeks and his chin that women seemed to love, and the green eyes and red hair that they found charming for some reason.

  But this woman wasn’t intimidated at all. And that thrilled him. Bryan had a feeling she’d be able to give just as good as she got, both in and out of bed. His interests mostly lay in the in-bed part.

  She stuck her tiny hand in through the window, obviously wanting to shake his hand. “I’m Lexis Johannes. I’m the one who keeps bugging you guys to come out and do something about the maniacs driving on this street.”

  Bryan slipped his hand into hers, curling his fingers around the back, and caressed the delicate skin at her wrist. They didn’t pump their hands up and down, but just held them there, a spark traveling from their joined flesh through the rest of his body.

  Damn.

  “Bryan Coy. I’m the police officer happily making sure your street is safe. And the man who will happily make sure your body is satisfied as well.” He gave her his trademark panty dropping smile and waited for the hitch in her breath that would let him know said panties were sufficiently soaked.

  But it never came.

  “That works a lot for you, huh?” She tilted her head and eyed him with equal parts amusement and suspicion. “That whole innocent, ‘aww, shucks’ naughty boy look combined with the dirty mouth. Spreads a lot of legs for you, I bet.”

  Fuck. This woman didn’t do anything he expected. Even as the words came out of her mouth, the color on her cheeks deepened to an almost crimson. He affected her; that much was obvious, but she apparently had a willpower most women weren’t able to maintain around him.

  The combination of sass and sweetness made his cock harden to steel in his pants. “I do okay.”

  “I bet you do.” She shook her head slightly and removed her hand from their hot connection. “Anyway, I just wanted to come down and thank you for taking this seriously. I’ve noticed people slowing down and actually stopping at the sign lately, and I know it’s because of you guys. I appreciate the attention the department gave my complaints.”

  “No problem, ma’am. I’m here to assist you in any way I can. Any. Way.” Bryan fought to keep his eyes centered on hers. To not let them slip down to the mounds of flesh dangling just at the edge of his peripheral vision. Women tended to get annoyed when men
talked to their breasts. He had learned that the hard way. But damn if he didn’t want to look his fill.

  “You’re good. I’ll give you that.” Lexis laughed, obviously amused by his antics.

  “So, Lexus, as in the high-class car? Because that would totally make sense.”

  The blush that had started to fade away built back to full power once again on the apples of her cheeks. “Well, it was supposed to be Lexus as in the car—my Dad is a mechanic—but my Mom filled out the birth certificate and could give two shits about cars. She spelled it wrong, so it is actually Lexis with an ‘i’ instead of the ‘u’.” She started to ramble a little, and the fact that it could possibly be because he affected her, made Bryan swell with pride again.

  “It suits you. I like it.” Bryan opened his mouth to ask her out for real, without the sexual undertones that naturally found their way into his conversations with women. But just as the words were about to let loose, the door to her house slammed closed, and a boy of no more than five came streaking down the lawn. Streaking being the operative word. The kid was only wearing a pair of tighty whities.

  The boy came to a halt right next to Lexis, and his hands began flying in intricate gestures that Bryan immediately recognized as sign language. He was obviously upset about something. He huffed out deep breaths occasionally, and his face was tight with annoyance.

  A soft smile crept onto Lexis’ face as she responded with her own string of signs. What was the deal with these two? Was she his babysitter or aunt or something? She couldn’t be his mom. Lexis was way too young and hot to be a mom. She couldn’t be more than twenty-two or twenty-three.

  As the conversation between the two zipped back and forth, Bryan shifted his focus from Lexis to the boy and tried to follow along. He didn’t know anything about sign language, but noticed the boy kept repeating one sign that looked like he was pulling up his pants.

  Lexis sighed in exasperation and pulled the boy to her side. “Sorry Officer Coy,”—she kept signing as she said the words, apparently translating for the boy’s benefit— “This is my son, Ashton. Like most men, he is apparently incapable of doing anything without a woman giving him step-by-step instructions, and can’t find any pants in the entire house.”

  Bryan’s jaw dropped. This edgy, sexy woman was a mom? And if he had to guess, it seemed like she was a good mom, treating the boy with equal parts firmness and humor.

  “Well, we men are pretty useless when it comes to most things.” He shifted his gaze to the little boy, Ashton, and saw that the kid watched Bryan’s mouth as he talked. “Women think they know everything, dude—get used to it.” He tried to speak clearly so the kid would catch his words, but not in an obnoxious over enunciating way.

  The kid’s hands started flying again, as his mom translated for him. “Tell me about it. Know-it-alls.”

  Lexis laughed, spun the boy around, and gently pushed him toward to house. “Alright, we are going inside before you two decide to crack a couple of beers and start complaining any more about women.” She walked backward while signing to the boy, and smiled at Bryan. “Nice meeting you, Officer Coy. Stay safe.”

  “Nice meeting you too, Lexis. I look forward to seeing a lot more of you.” His words brought that blush back to her cheeks. God damn, he liked how quickly she responded to his words. “By the way, Aston as in Aston Martin?”

  “Only with an ‘h’. I guess it is a family tradition now.” She winked and turned back to chase her son inside.

  Bryan sat in shock for a moment. He wanted that woman like he had never wanted anyone before. Even knowing she was a mom. He had no clue what the situation with the kid’s dad was, but he knew she wasn’t married. There was no ring on her finger, and no indent or tan line, either. And if there was some idiot that had gotten her pregnant and failed to get his ring on her, that was his mistake.

  Because Bryan knew at that moment that he would not hesitate one bit to steal her from any asshole that thought he had a hold on her. Lexis would be his, and Bryan swore he would keep her for as long as he could.

  Chapter Two

  Six Months Later

  Lexis

  Peeking out her window, Lexis couldn’t help the giant smile invading her face. Just like always, there he sat at the corner of Maple and Spruce lanes.

  Officer Bryan Coy.

  The man drove her to distraction, that was for sure. That body, she knew, even under the bulky police uniform, was cut like a diamond. His eyes were green and sparkled with intelligence and mirth. The lips that she imagined doing very naughty things to her body on a nightly basis. The auburn hair that she desperately wanted to bury her fingers in while he feasted on her.

  At first, he had only come to enforce the traffic laws on their street a couple of times a week. But since about the second week, he’d started coming every morning before Ashton went to school. Through a little artful questioning of the local gossips, she discovered that he had been stopping in their neighborhood before his shifts started every day. And when he worked the overnight shift, he ended it with a patrol of her neighborhood.

  How Lexis had held off this long without giving in to his advances, she didn’t know. She’d been using her well-stocked toy collection damn near every night, and for the first time in her life was getting bored with her buzzing buddies.

  But if there was one lesson learned after the debacle with Ashton’s dumbass sperm donor, it was to make sure men worked for what they wanted. If they weren’t willing to put in the work, they weren’t worth her time. Which might explain why she hadn’t had anything other than battery operated lovers in the past six years.

  God damn, she needed to get laid.

  It never bothered her before that all her orgasms were self-induced. But since Bryan, it bothered her greatly. She needed a Bryan-induced orgasm more than she needed to breathe. And she knew she would give in soon. But it was so fun watching him work for it. Just a couple more days, and she’d finally cut the poor guy some slack.

  Stepping out onto the front porch in her sleep shorts and tank top, Lexis made her way down to his squad car with a cup of coffee. His window rolled down while she was still ten-feet away.

  “Woman, you should not be coming out here dressed like that. Are you trying to drive me crazy?” The pain and frustration in his voice were evident. She had it on good authority he had not partaken of the easy pickin’s at the Blue Line since that first conversation.

  And yes, she was trying to drive him crazy.

  Not stopping on her journey to his window, Lexis put a little extra oomph in her walk. She’d caught him watching her hips and ass more than once in the past six months, and wasn’t opposed to him looking his fill. Not at all.

  “I just thought you might like some real coffee, instead of that gas station crap you always have. But if you’d rather I go back inside, I’m okay with that.” She stopped about a foot from his reach and feigned like she was turning back to the house.

  “Now I didn’t say that; bring that hot stuff over here.” Bryan smirked at his own remark, obviously thinking his double entendre was cute. He would be right.

  Lexi padded up to his car and handed him the mug full of coffee.

  He took a sip, never letting his eyes leave hers, and hummed his appreciation. “This is great. Good to know you make a good cup of coffee. In case you were curious, I make a fantastic omelet. I’d be happy to demonstrate for you anytime.”

  Damn, his voice made her pussy weep. Deep, and filled with so much promise for the dirty talk she loved to hear while a man was pounding inside her. Ugh, she needed to just give in to him. Lexis wasn’t exactly sure why she was still holding back; she just knew that when the time was right to let him in, she’d know it, and she still felt as if she needed something else from him. Some hint that this was more than just a challenge to get into her pants.

  “Hmm, I will keep that in mind.” She started walking backwards again, needing to get her day started and wake up the kiddo. “Will you still be he
re when we leave for school?”

  Bryan nodded his head, keeping his eyes trained on her as she retreated to unload her car from the party the night before.

  Normally, Lexi liked to unpack her supplies as soon as she got home from a job, but she had been exhausted after finishing up the previous night. Working three jobs and raising her little boy was starting to wear on her. But she couldn’t leave the samples in the car during the day, or the trapped heat would do funky things to the rubber and plastic. She tugged open the trunk of her used Ford Focus and pulled out the two suitcases on wheels that contained her kit. It had cost her over four hundred dollars to get started with her business, but she had more than made up for that over the past two years.

  The luggage was big and unwieldy, but not heavy. She wheeled them up the sidewalk, and was just about to lift them onto the porch, when one of the wheels went rogue and sent the suitcase careening to the grass, where it popped open.

  Shit.

  She knew she should have invested in new travel cases months ago, but she had thought she could stretch these a little further.

  The sound of a car door slamming shut made Lexis’ head pop up, dread sinking into her stomach. Horror and embarrassment raged through her, as she saw Bryan’s tall body jogging across her lawn to help pick up her mess. No, no, no, no. He couldn’t see what had spilled out of the case. She’d never live it down.

  “Don’t worry about it, Officer Coy. I can take care of this.” She tried to angle her body to block his view of the dozens of dildos and vibrators strewn across the grass.

  “Don’t be silly, I want to help you in any way I can. That is my job, after all. Serving the community.” Despite hearing the humor in his voice, Lexis couldn’t find anything to laugh about in this situation.

  She wasn’t ashamed of her side gig. It was fun and brought in great money. But she also didn’t go around talking about it either. His large shadow fell across her face as Bryan halted next to her, unmoving. Her heart pounded in her chest and she squeezed her eyes shut in humiliation.