Page 4 of Forever and Always
Officer Darke smiles, and the corners of his eyes crinkle. “I’m Officer Mack, but you can call me Darke. Nice to meet you again, Bobby.”
His deep voice sends a shiver down my spine, and I feel a flutter in my chest. I try to brush it off, focusing on the situation.
Darke. What a fitting name,I think, noting how it matches the color of his hair and the stubble along his jawline.
“Thanks for coming, Darke. I have no idea what’s wrong with my car.”
Darke nods, his expression turning professional. “Let’s take a look. Can you pop the hood?”
As I comply, Darke begins to inspect the engine. I watch, mesmerized by his confident movements and the way his muscles flex under his uniform. My thoughts stray, and I quickly bring myself back to the moment.
Darke rolls up his sleeve, revealing his muscular forearms, and my heart skips a beat. The glimpse of tattoos winding around his biceps catches my eye, and I can’t help but stare.Is my mouth drooling?I wonder, trying to focus on the situation at hand.
Noticing my gaze, Darke raises an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “Something catch your eye, Bobby?” he asks, his voice low and playful.
I feel a flush rise to my cheeks, and I quickly look away, trying to play it cool. “No, no, just wondering what’s wrong with my car,” I stammer.
Darke smirks and continues his inspection. “Looks like your serpentine belt is cracked. I can help you replace it if you’d like.”
I nod, grateful for his assistance. As he works on my car, I steal glances at his arms, hands, and face. There’s something about his confidence, his kindness, and those rugged good looks that draw me in. What would it be like to have my hands roam on his body?
I quickly shake that thought.He’s a police officer, for goodness’s sake!
Trying to sound casual, I start a conversation. “So, Darke, how’s your day been? Any exciting calls?”
Darke looks up from the engine, still smiling slightly. “Actually, it’s been pretty quiet, aside from your car breaking down, of course.” He winks, and I feel that familiar flutter in my chest.
I wanted to faint and die happy right there and then.
“He fainted, all because I gave him a wink,” Darke would say to the paramedics.
Snapping me out of my thoughts, he continues, “Just the usual traffic stops and paperwork. But I did have an interesting meeting with Mrs. Smithson earlier. She’s got a lot of security concerns for her daughter’s wedding.”
I nod, trying to keep the conversation going while still sneaking glances at Darke’s strong arms as he works. “So, you’re a wedding planner, huh?” he asks, looking intrigued.
I smile. “Yes, but it’s only part-time. My friend Rachel usually handles most of the planning since she’s the one who started the business.”
Darke’s eyes hold a curious gaze. “Do you like working for her?”
As he continues to work on my car, the conversation flows naturally. I talk about my love for helping clients, and then turn the conversation to our love of coffee, and anything that comes to mind. I find myself growing more at ease around him.
Once Darke finishes replacing the belt, he closes the hood of my car. “All set,” he says. “But I’d recommend taking it to the mechanic in town to make sure everything’s good. I’ll call a tow truck to get it there.”
I smile, feeling a wave of gratitude. “Thank you so much for your help, Darke. I really appreciate it.”
Darke returns the smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “No problem, happy to help. Need a ride to your next destination? I can make sure you get there safely.”
A flutter of excitement rises in my chest at the thought of spending more time with Darke and learning more about him.
4
DARKE
I’m surprised by my own suggestion. I’m a police officer, not a chauffeur. But there’s something about Bobby that makes me want to spend more time with him.
Bobby hesitates for a moment before smiling. “That’s really kind of you, Darke. I’d appreciate a ride.”
A surge of excitement courses through me as I open the passenger door of my cruiser for him. As he gets in, I catch a subtle mix of soap and cologne that lingers in the air, and I can’t help but notice how it stirs my cock. I feel the tension in my pants and quickly shake off the thought, focusing on the task at hand.
