Page 8 of Unexpected Love

Chapter Two

Joe

I park my squad car and climb out, making my way toward the red BMW convertible in front of me. She’s blatantly watching me as I approach. The closer I get, the more I can see how fucking hot she is. Even though I can tell she’s had work done, it doesn’t keep my dick from taking notice.

“Hi, officer,” she purrs. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Do you know how fast you were going?” She shakes her head. “Ten miles over the speed limit, and I’m going to have to have your license and registration.”

She holds them out to me. I grab them and tell her I’ll be right back. I feel her eyes on my ass as I head back to my car.

Not to sound cocky, but I know I’m a good-looking guy. I’ve never had trouble getting the ladies; they’ve just naturally flocked to me. This traffic stop is no different than any of the others where the chicks have been hot.

I’ll admit sometimes they’ve shown up at the bar a lot of us officers hang out in after a shift, and I may or may not have gone home with them, fucked all night, and then left when it was over. I prefer to keep it casual—I like easy and uncomplicated. My one real relationship was a bonafide disaster, and I’m never going through that again.

When I run her license, I look at it closely. Her eyes are a bright blue, and the more I look at them, the more they remind me of Chloe’s. Fuck, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since our night together. I have one word that describes Chloe in bed: energetic. She gave me a run for my money, and I’ve never been with someone who can have multiple orgasms the way she did. She’s a squirter too, and that was such a turn-on.

Fuck, she was the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had. One night wasn’t nearly enough with her, but she lives four hours away, and I don’t know how I’d be received if I just showed up. Hell, I haven’t been with anyone since her. It’s not like I couldn’t find anyone—hell, I’ve had them throwing themselves at me—but it’s the raven-haired beauty who fills my mind.

I write out her ticket and get back out of my car. “Here you go. Next time, slow down.” I flash her my signature smile, tip my chin, and then head back to my car.

Back in my squad car, I look at the clock and see it’s time to head back to the station. When I reach it, I spot my brother-in-law, Ben, pull in too. “What’s up, bro?” I call out as I get out of my car.

“Hey, Joe, how’s it going?”

“Good…fuck, it was a long one today.” We live in a smaller area, and sometimes it’s just not that exciting.

“Agreed. Guess what?” I raise a brow at him. “Abby’s pregnant. We weren’t really trying, but you know…sometimes things just happen.”

I grab him and pull him into a hug, slapping his back. “That’s fantastic. I’m thrilled for you guys. Have you told our parents?” My folks love Ben and love how he helped Abby heal after she’d been sexually assaulted. Now she’s the adopted mom of Ben’s daughter, Natalie, and had two more kids, Dalton and Rion.

“Yeah, they watched the kids for us so we could go out to dinner and celebrate. We told them when we came back. Your mom is insistent that this baby be a girl. I think your sister secretly wants one, and honestly I kind of want one too. I already promised her that I’d get snipped after this one. Four kids are plenty.” I’ve never seen a look of such pure joy on someone’s face before.

We head inside to get changed back into our street clothes.

A little later, I pull into the parking lot of my apartment complex and climb out of my truck. It’s a small complex with only six units but lots of amenities. There’s a gym, a pool, and a rec room. I even pay a little extra to have a garage, which holds my Harley. I park and head up to my apartment and let myself inside.

It’s the stereotypical bachelor pad: huge flat screen on the wall, Xbox One console sitting on the floor. An oversized brown sectional fills my living room. The decorations I do have are only there because my mom and sisters insisted that I needed them so they bought me some stuff.

In my bedroom, I change into some basketball shorts and a muscle shirt. I grab my ear buds and iPhone. Outside, I begin jogging at a slow pace, just to warm up. It’s when I’m a couple blocks away that I pick up the pace. My feet pound the pavement as the Foo Fighters play in my ears.

My thoughts drift to my sister, and I smile. Words can’t even describe how happy I am for them, but I seriously don’t know how they do it. Natalie is the oldest, and she’s almost eight, Dalton is three, almost four, and Rion is two and a half. My sister never looks tired and is always freaking smiling. She and Ben are the perfect couple. He treats her like a queen, and she treats him like a king.

I reach my complex and head right to the fitness room, thankful it’s empty. I lift for an hour before heading back to my apartment and taking a hot shower. The water beats down on me, relaxing my tired muscles.

I close my eyes, and visions of my night with Chloe flood my mind. We had taken a shower mainly to clean off, but her wet, naked body pushed up against mine had shattered my restraint. I had picked her up and fucked her against the wall until she came with a cry. I pulled out, and she had dropped to her knees, sucking me off until I came hard down her throat.

I realize my hand is wrapped around my cock, and it’s hard beneath my hand. I groan as erotic images flit through my mind. I feel my balls draw up tight. A tingle starts at the base of my spine as I imagine my fist is her tight pussy. I come with a grunt and a groan, my come splashing against the shower wall.

After rinsing off, I climb out of the shower, and with a towel wrapped around my waist, I head into the kitchen and grab a beer out of the fridge. I flop down on my couch and turn on ESPN. I’m only half watching.

Lately I feel like I’ve been in a funk, and I don’t know how to get out of it. It feels like life is moving around me at a fast pace, but I seem to be standing still. I can’t even say that it’s because of Chloe, because honestly, I started feeling that way before we slept together.

I’ve felt restless, unsettled. My dad seems to think it’s because I’m ready for more out of my life—that I’m ready to settle down—but that can’t be it, can it? I’m twenty-four years old. I’ve enjoyed lots of women since I began to take notice of them. I’ve always loved uncomplicated, and the one time I tried to take it seriously, it went to shit real quickly.

Tracey and I met while I was still at the community college with Violet, taking our pre-requisites. From the start, I should’ve known it was wrong. We didn’t fit; I’ve always been social and make friends everywhere I go—girls and guys flock to me. But she hated going to bars and kept to herself a lot. She shied away from people she didn’t know.

Whenever we went out, I liked to put in extra effort to look good, but Tracey preferred running shorts, t-shirts, and tank tops more than anything. She never wore makeup, either.

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