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  Reckless Conduct

  Blue Line Book One

  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.

  Reckless Conduct

  COPYRIGHT © 2016 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

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Also By Brandy Ayers

  Sneak Peek

  About Brandy

  Dedication

  To all the men and women in blue who risk

  Their lives to serve and protect their communities.

  Chapter One

  Luke

  That laugh did strange things to Luke. Things that a naked woman within his reach normally did. The ring of Sophie Gallo’s laugh made his dick jump and his traitorous heart swell. She didn’t give up smiles easily these days, but when she did, the whole world got two shades brighter.

  He’d do just about anything to make her happy more often. Which might explain why he was playing a modified version of blind man’s bluff poker in the middle of a bar. Modified in that the loser of every hand had to take a drink. At this point, he was three shots of tequila down and working on a nice buzz. Sophie was kicking his ass at only one shot.

  Eyes narrowed at her in a suspicious stare, he slapped his hand on the first card in the deck, and stuck it onto his forehead so that it faced outward toward his opponent. A moment later, she did the same, giggling as the card slid down her nose. She held it back in place just above sparkling blue eyes. The queen of hearts sat stoically on Sophie’s brow.

  The laughter forming in his throat was hard to contain, but he just managed it. “I bet ten peanuts I have you beat.” He counted out ten nuts from his pathetic pile and slid them to the center of the table, giving her his best poker face.

  “Ten, huh? Chump change, my friend, chump change.” Her delicate fingers counted out double the number of currency and slid them to join his. “I see your ten and raise you another ten. Beat. That.”

  “Okay.” The only way out of this was to bluff like hell. “I see your ten, and go all in. That’s another thirty-seven nuts.” He deposited the remainder of his pile in the pot and leaned back. “You can call, but you’ll feel pretty stupid when you see that single digit you’re holding.”

  “Wow McCracken, for a cop you sure are a shitty liar. I’m going to enjoy taking all your nuts.”

  Jesus, now an image invaded his mind of sweet Sophie taking his nuts into her mouth and swirling her tongue around them.

  A wide smile bunched her pink cheeks and crinkled the corners of her eyes. Losing was well worth it to see that happiness on her face. “I see your thirty-seven. On the count of three. One… Two… Three…”

  They both slapped their cards onto the table. The barely contained laughter escaped as his eyes landed on the two of spades. He never had a chance.

  “I am the queen of poker! Bow at my feet, and drink up, sucka!” She wiggled her hips back and forth on the other side of the tall table.

  The laugh died in his suddenly dry throat. God, he wanted to grab those hips and bury himself deep between her legs.

  No.

  This was Sophie he was thinking about. Office Manager at the Middleburg Police Station. Niece of the chief of police. Daughter of the recently deceased district attorney. She wasn’t some skank cruising the Blue Line for cop cock on a Friday night. If he crossed that line with her, there was no going back. Relationships were not his thing, and she had girlfriend written all over her cute little body.

  He grabbed the last shot on the table and threw the amber liquid to the back of his mouth. The liquor helped to warm his limbs, but did nothing for his resolve, as his eyes returned to her triumphant smile.

  “New rule. Loser has to dance with the winner.” She sauntered around the table, took a sip of his abandoned beer, and held out her hand to him.

  “That makes no sense. There’re only two players, so no matter what, we would just end up dancing together.” The effects of the tequila hit home, and he closed his eyes in a snail-paced blink. He was pretty sure he still made sense, though.

  “Ahh, but the winner also gets to pick the song.”

  Relying on the tall table to steady him, he watched as she sashayed to the jukebox. On weekends, the bar brought in a DJ or a band to provide music, but during the week an old relic from Happy Days gone by played a random song selection.

  His eyes stayed glued to her as she tapped her fingers on the glass, surveying the options. She was a feisty little thing. Shorter than him by a good four inches, even in the heels she insisted on wearing day in and day out. Despite her lack of height, she had lean legs that disappeared under the hem of her short skirt. It didn’t escape his drunken attention that the men around her appreciated them as well. Now that he thought about it, that skirt really should be a couple of inches longer.

  Her shirt could be looser, too. It was a simple pale pink t-shirt, but the outline of her breasts was clearly displayed, the V-neck in front dipping just low enough to show the slightest bit of cleavage. They may not be the biggest tits he’d ever seen, but fuck if he didn’t want to play with them for the rest of the night.

  Shoulders shaking with giggles, she turned to face him, making her long brown hair swing out behind her. Fuck, she was perfect.

  The humor on her face was soon explained as the painfully high pitched whine of Celine Dion echoed through the bar. A collective groan rolled through the dozen or so patrons.

  “Seriously? The song from that fucking boat movie? I’m not dancing to this.”

  “Oh yes you are, because you’re the loser, and I’m the winner, and I say so.” Tiny hands gripped his large calloused ones, and she tugged at him.

  Giving in, he let her pull him to the dance floor. She wrapped his hands around her waist, resting them on the small of her back. Her arms were pinned behind her, thrusting her chest into him. Once more his dick twitched. Looking down into her smirking face, he fought the urge to crush his mouth against hers.

  Her hands slid up his arms to the back of his neck. For a moment they stood there, unmoving, in an embrace. Their eyes locked together as his cock grew to half-mast. She sighed, tucking her head under his chin. Her cheek rested against his chest. He tried in vain to calm the wild pounding of his heart.

  Just move your feet, McCracken.

  Slowly, he swayed them back and forth in a small circle. Fred Astaire he was not, but he managed not to step on her toes.

  He might be able to resist kissing her, but the draw of her hair beneath his nose proved too much. Dipping down, he buried his face in the soft waves, breathing the coconut and lime scent of her shampoo. It reminded him of sipping pina coladas on a tropical island.

  The small sigh that slipped from her lips was felt more than heard. She tightened her arms around his neck, and he matched the pressure. Bodi
es flush against each other now, there was no doubt in his mind she could feel the problem growing in his pants.

  Think of something else. Anything else.

  Reminding himself that she was still recovering from the loss of her father helped things a little, but not much. Just over a month ago, Mac Gallo gave in to the cancer that had been tearing him down for months. Luke was sad to have lost someone as dedicated to putting scum behind bars as Mac was, but secretly thanked the man’s death for bringing his daughter into the station and his life.

  Much of what Sophie went through was a mystery to everyone, but Luke had been able to cobble together a rough picture from different sources. The Chief had mentioned that she needed a job because of the medical and funeral costs. Apparently insurance only went so far, and most of the money her fath er left behind went to cover the remainder of the expenses. A fellow officer’s wife found out that Sophie had had to drop out of college to care for her father. She’d been majoring in education. Without a degree, she had few job prospects that would be able to both support her and help pay some of the debt.

  It was hard not to admire the woman in his arms. She’d gone through hell, come out the other side, and now she was working hard to get on with her life. He just hoped she could find someone to see those things in her, someone who wouldn’t put her through more heartache.

  On their next rotation, she added an extra sway of her hips, rubbing her stomach against his bulge. Half-mast was a distant memory as the friction brought him fully to life. He dropped his head to nuzzle her neck, and planted a chaste kiss on the curve of her shoulder.

  She pulled back to find his eyes with hers. Fire burned behind those baby blue irises. Fingers fisted in his hair, she pulled up onto her toes while dragging his face down closer to hers. Lips met, hesitant at first, urgency ramping up the heat quickly. He slipped his hands onto her ass, pressing her against his rock hard cock. Chests heaving, they separated.

  “My car. Now.” Turning on her spiked heels, she gripped his hand and dragged him to the door.

  They were outside before he realized they never paid the tab. No big deal; he’d settle up over the weekend.

  Trying hard not to think about how much this could fuck everything up, he stayed in the moment with her. He caught up in one long stride, wrapped his arms around her slim body, and nibbled the back of her neck, while she giggled and squirmed against him.

  When they reached the car, he pressed her front against her shitty little Corolla. Leaving no part of her neck unexplored, he rolled kisses, licks, and bites across her skin. A trail of goose bumps sprang up wherever his mouth ventured.

  She placed her hands on the roof of the car and spread her legs a little over shoulder-width apart. The street lamp across the way lit her profile, lending a glowing halo effect to her already angelic face. “Are you going to frisk me, Officer McCracken?”

  Just like that, he attained a new level of hard. He’d be lying if he said the fantasy of pulling over a hot woman and fucking her against the car hadn’t crossed his mind a time or two.

  “I think I should, ma’am. Need to make sure you’re not packing.” Going down onto one knee behind her, he glided his hands over her smooth calves, sweeping around to rub her shins. She started panting as he moved higher up her legs. “Wider.”

  She shuffled her feet out another six inches or so. He slid his hands onto her inner thighs. Her whimper set his chest and groin on fire. Finally, he found the junction of her legs. Warm and wet, her panties were soaked.

  “Fuck.” He rubbed his palm over the damp cotton. Her responding moan was a lightning rod straight to his dick. If he didn’t calm the fuck down, this would be over before it started.

  With effort, he removed his hands and continued his journey up her body. He traced the slope from her hips to waist. Spinning her around, he pressed her back against the door.

  The hem of her shirt drifted up, revealing a smooth, taut stomach. He skimmed his hands over her ribs, exposing a few more inches of skin. He kissed the flat landscape down to her navel and dipped his tongue into the hollow.

  A stinging pain shocked him from his lust-fogged state. She fisted both hands in his hair and pulled him to his feet. Their lips met in a frenzy.

  She tasted of mint, tequila, and something sweet he couldn’t place, but made the desire to devour her grow. But not here. Forcing himself to stop kissing her might have been the hardest thing he’d ever done.

  “Are you okay to drive?” He searched her eyes for a sign that he underestimated her level of intoxication.

  “One shot an hour ago, half your beer, and I’ve been drinking water all night. I’m fine, officer.” She ground her hips against his, making him groan in pleasure.

  “Let’s get you home, then.”

  The drive to her house was torture. Despite his near constant warnings to keep both her hands on the wheel, she continued to tease his seemingly permanent erection. He knew he wasn’t playing fair either. With the lightest touch he could muster, he repeatedly traced her thighs almost to their peak, before retreating back to her knee and starting over.

  Both panting by the time they reached her house, he was ready to rip the clothes from her body. The moment the front door closed behind them, he launched at her, pinning her to the wall. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. And wild.”

  Her mouth opened to respond, probably with a smart-ass comment, but he didn’t give her time. Covering her lips, he used the opportunity to slip his tongue in for a slow, deep kiss. Her whimper set his body on fire.

  The pull on his scalp as she gripped his hair, tugging him closer, made him chuckle.

  “What’s so funny?” Her pink tongue licked along her swollen lips. God, he wanted that tongue, those lips, wrapped around his cock in the worst way.

  He smiled down at her. “You keep pulling my hair and I’m gonna have to shave it all off.”

  She tightened her fist in his hair and tilted his head back. Starting at the base of his neck, she licked and sucked up his throat, ending with a nip to his chin. “I’ll just find another way to get the leverage I need to reach that mouth.”

  “How about we find a way to even the playing field?” He slid his hands down her sides and gripped her ass in his palms. As he lifted her feet from the floor, she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Better.”

  Their lips met again in a frenzied kiss. He couldn’t get enough; every inch of her body begged to be touched, tasted. Searching for a place to lay her down, he shuffled blindly down the hallway. Another wall blocked his path. Sophie moaned as his body collided with hers; she writhed against him, rubbing herself against his cock.

  “Fuck, I need to get you naked right now. Which way?” The moment he ripped his lips away, her mouth moved to his neck, mumbling something he couldn’t understand as she lavished his Adam’s apple with open-mouthed kisses. Looking around frantically, he spotted the kitchen to the left.

  He sat her on the edge of a sturdy looking round table, gripped the hem of her shirt, and yanked it off over her head. The bra hidden underneath was the same pale pink; her breasts swelled over the edge of the fabric. A debate raged in his head: take his time and admire the perfection that sat before him, or give in to his intense need to have her now.

  The decision was made for him when he was jerked forward by the belt loops on his slacks. “Less admiring, more touching.”

  Darkness enveloped him as she pulled his shirt over his face, leaving it there. A warm, greedy mouth sucked in his nipple, tongue swirling around the sensitive skin, then a sharp sting as she bit down. The resulting shock of pleasure almost made his knees buckle. Ripping the shirt from over his head, he discarded it to the floor with hers.

  “Take off your skirt. Now.” The words came out as a growl. A furious red blush crept up Sophie’s chest, letting him know she liked the demand in his voice. He unbuttoned his own pants while she slid the tiny square of denim off her legs. Her sex was barely concealed behind a narrow strip of cotton held together
by mere strings. “Good thing I didn’t know what was under there this whole time. I would’ve taken you against the car if I had.”

  “I would’ve let you.” Pure lust glowed in her eyes.

  The idea that the sweet girl he’d seen occasionally since he’d been a rookie cop, and had gotten to know better after she was hired at the station, was the same woman as this no-nonsense seductress, made his head spin and his dick long to be surrounded by her.

  He slid his hands up her legs, gripped her hips, and hauled her body to his. The thin layers of fabric keeping him from being inside her became more hated than any criminal he’d come across in his career. As gently as he could in his over-stimulated state, he slid the panties from her hips. Halfway down her thighs, his eagerness got the better of him, and he tore them in half in his haste. A moan poured from her mouth.

  She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and tossed it onto the chair behind them. The sight of her reclining on the table before him dumbfounded his senses. Not one inch of her went unnoticed as he allowed his hands to roam over her slight frame. Returning her earlier move, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, swirled his tongue around it, and bit down gently. She gasped, gripped his hair and dragged him up her body. Her naked sex rubbed up and down his length trapped behind boxer briefs.

  “Condom? Please tell me you have one.” Her hips never stopped gyrating against him, seeking relief from the mounting sexual tension.

  “Yeah, hold on.” He discarded his boxer briefs in record time and kneeled down to grab the square packet from his pants. Instead of standing, he threw the condom onto the table and moved his head between her thighs.

  Her breathing grew more rapid before he even touched her. Once he did, she became a live wire. Every sweep of his tongue across her clit, plunge of his fingers into her sopping wet pussy, made her back arch from the table and primal sounds rip from her throat. He felt her thighs quivering, felt her collapse around his fingers, as she gave in to the orgasm he wanted so badly to give her.