Lawmakers (17 page)

“Damn, Sean, yes!” R.J. cried out and spread her legs wider to give him access to her core.

Her good hand was between their bodies, and she turned her hand to take his cock in her grasp. Sean groaned against her breast and his hips thrust against her hand. God, he wanted to be inside her. The thought drove his actions and he slipped his fingers into her pussy and felt the hot wet muscles clench around his digits. He’d never felt anything that turned him on more. How she lifted her hips against his fingers each time he penetrated her to match the rhythm he started. She slipped her hand into his boxer shorts and wrapped her fingers around his rock hard cock and began to stroke him. This wasn’t about him. He wanted to feel her come and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth as he fucked her with his fingers.

“I’m coming,” she moaned.

Those simple words drove him wild and he vowed she’d never say them to another man but him. She was slick and hot, her body strained against his hand. He looked up at her just as she crested in her release, and her eyes were closed and her head pressed into the pillow.  She was amazing. He felt her juice run down his fingers and soak the fabric of her panties.  Sean didn’t know how he’d waited so long before he touched her, but he could guarantee that he wouldn’t be waiting ever again.

“That was so freaking hot,” R.J. sighed.

“You’re telling me, I’ll be walking funny tomorrow,” he murmured and kissed her hard. “Hurry up and get better.”

“I can take you on with one arm tied behind my back or in a sling.” R.J. poked him in the chest.

“I know you could, but it’s going to get really hot really fast and we don’t want you jarring that shoulder.” Sean looked at her. “There’ll be time for us, more than enough.”

“One more question.” She yawned.

“What is it, baby?” he asked.

“Boxers to sleep in? My panties are wet and it’s your fault.” R.J. pressed her free hand on his chest. “Got any with Superman?”

“Punk, I should make you sleep without them,” he teased.

“You’d like that,” she answered.

He moved from the bed and got her some plaid boxers from the drawer. They’d be too big but that didn’t matter. It actually pleased him to know she’d be sleeping in his shorts. After they got her in the dry pants, he piled the pillows high and turned the TV on so they could watch TV and snuggle. Sean glanced over at her when her head dropped against his shoulder and pushed a tendril of hair away from her cheek.

Having her there in his bed felt so right, her skin pressed against his. Even so, a storm was brewing: her dreams, the goal she had in her life.  Could he deal with her going back to being a private investigator, or did he want her to be a cop? He didn’t want to be like her parents and hold her back. But, like any man who loved a woman, he was scared for her. 
Table it for now,
he said to himself, like he’d told her earlier that day. Slow and steady wins the race, and he was intent to win her heart.

Chapter Four

Waking up next to Sean early the next morning was a pleasure for R.J., especially when he nuzzled her neck and tempted her to play some more. His foreplay blew her mind so when they actually got to be naked and sexual she knew that it would be nuclear. 
Something to look forward to
, she thought with a smile. But in the back of her head she wondered if it would be one of those relationships where he expected her to cater to his needs and be all domestic. 
He’d better not try to change me or it will be his ass I hand to him when I’m done chewing him out,
she thought.  He invited her to stay there until he came home from work. She was tempted, but even with one hand she wanted to get home and do some of her own work so she declined his offer.  She could use her computer easily and return some calls regardless of if she was out injured. People still depended on her, especially if she took a retainer for a job she was contracted to do.

He pulled up in front of her building around eight-thirty a.m. and pressed a kiss on her mouth. “I’ll see you this evening unless, well, you know, cop stuff.”

She nodded. “I know how it is, crime doesn’t work a nine to five.”

He bent and looked through the window. “Is that your mom at the front door?”

R.J. closed her eyes and banged her head against the headrest. “Why, why, why is she here?”

Sean grinned. “Maybe to make peace.”

“Until she sees me get out of your car and then she’ll have all kinds of questions,” she answered.

“Tell her I took you out to an early breakfast,” Sean said.

 She glowered at him. “I look like I had a pillow fight and a sleepover, my hair is a mess. Nothing is lost to her keen eyes.”

“You should hire her for your investigation business,” he teased.

“Don’t make me dislike you,” R.J. said. “I’d better get it over with.”

“See you later, Rosalie,” he laughed.

“Bite me, Sean.”

He waited until she was out of the car and rolled the window down as he pulled away and called, “I plan to bite you later, Punk.”

You rat
, she thought because she knew her mother heard and he did it on purpose. Vowing to make him pay, Rosalie walked up the steps to her apartment building where her mother waited for her.

“I rang your doorbell,” her mother said.

“I didn’t answer since I’m out here with you,” R.J. replied.

“Are you just now getting home?” her mother asked and stepped aside so R.J. could unlock the door.

“Yes, I am.”

“From staying with Sean?” her mother prodded when she saw R.J. wasn’t volunteering any more information.

“Yes, Mom, I slept at Sean’s house,” she answered wearily and opened the door.

“Are you using protection?” her mother asked and followed R.J. inside.

“Mom!” R.J. glared at her. “No, just no! We are not having this conversation.”

She pressed the button to the elevator with a hard nudge and tapped her foot impatiently waiting for it to come down to the bottom floor.  They stepped in silently and R.J. pressed the button to her floor.

“Sean is a nice boy,” her mother said.

“I’m sure he is.”

“You could do much worse in a boyfriend. In fact, you have.” Her mother gave a laugh.

“I’m glad you’re pleased.”  The elevator opened up to her floor and they both stepped out. She walked to her apartment door and unlocked it. She stepped inside and stood back so her mother could enter.

“I’d like to see you settle down,
mi bella princesa,
” her mother said. “I thought you would give up on these tomboy ways long ago.”

“My arm is feeling better, Mom, thanks for asking by the way,” R.J. said. “I appreciate the food and all, but I’d rather not have to listen to my usual list of failures this morning.”

Her mother shook her head. “I’m not saying you are a failure, but there is so much potential in you that you are not using. Doing this investigation work, why did you take the bar exam if you were never going to be a lawyer?”

“I needed to know the law to use it to help people. I’m sorry you don’t like the choices I’ve made.” R.J. went to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

“Sit down, let me make you something to eat,” her mother said.

“What will it cost me?” R.J. said warily.

“Nothing at all.” Her mother smiled. “I love you, you’re my baby girl.”

“I’m your daughter, mom, I stopped being a baby long ago,” she replied.

She watched her mother putter around the kitchen pulling out eggs, onions, sausage, green peppers, and bacon. Her stomach growled in excitement for what was to come.

“Where’s Dad?” R.J. asked.

“Gone to Long Island to golf with his friends,” her mother answered.  “I’m going shopping later with Midge and Lita, do you want to come?”

“I’d rather be electrocuted,” R.J. answered honestly. “I don’t know how you deal with those two and their constant gossiping. Plus, they’ll be on me just like you about marriage and babies.  I’ll be regaled with how their daughters keep popping buns from the endless production oven of a uterus they seem to have. Then I’d have to walk out into traffic and end it all.”

R.J.’s mother laughed. “You’re right. I think Midge’s Delinda is pregnant again.”

“Oh my God, really? That’s what now, seven or eight?” R.J. asked.

“I think it’s seven. They bought a large piece of property upstate to build a big family house,” her mother said.

“More like a compound,” R.J. muttered. “And this is what you want for me?”

Her mother shook her head. “No, I want one or two grandchildren, nothing more.”

“Tons of women on the force have kids,” she pointed out.

Her mother cast a glance at her. “Yes, and many children have lost their mothers or fathers in the line of duty. I don’t want to have to raise your children and say your mother was an amazing police officer and here is her picture.”

“You could do that with a stray bullet coming into my house.”

“I can’t stop fate, but I can make sure that you are not in danger,” her mother said firmly and put a plate in front of her, then a glass of juice and a cup of coffee. “Now eat your breakfast, I’m here to clean up and do your laundry.”

“I’m damned if I do and I’m damned if I don’t,” R.J. muttered and took a bite of her toast.

She watched as her mother puttered around her apartment straightening things and dusting, even running the vacuum while she ate.  R.J. tried to put herself in her mother’s shoes and imagined being at home doing the domestic thing and watching the children while Sean was at work. If she ever settled down would it be with Sean? Panic clawed at her throat just at the thought alone. She wanted children, she wanted a family, hell, she was raised by two amazing parents. That didn’t mean that one goal should erase the other. Her mother said cops died everyday and left children but many lived and raised them as well. For the first time in her life, R.J. knew that she would break a promise, her word and her bond. It hurt to know she would hurt her mother by doing what she feared the most.

R.J. wouldn’t tell anyone, not even Sean, until it was time. But she went to college one year early and took her bar exam to become a lawyer to please them. Now it was time to please herself and do what she knew was right in her heart, what was best for her. When her mother left with a kiss and a hug to go shopping with her friends, R.J. sat in front of her computer and opened a page that had been bookmarked on every computer she owned. She filled out the application quickly knowing exactly what to say because she’d done it so many times over the years. But this time instead of just closing the browser she actually hit send. It was done, and she felt her heart lift with joy even though tears ran down her cheeks. She’d sent in her application to the New York police academy and there was no turning back.

* * * *

The weeks passed quickly, and physical therapy helped her shoulder heal and got rid of the stiffness. She was back to her morning jogging and got back in the gym and her martial arts routine. All the while she checked the mail and waited patiently to see what the response would be from the police academy. She worried and fretted, wondered each and every day. Would someone notice her name, tell her dad, and he’d ask him or her to skip over her?  The days of summer were passing quickly and the fall recruits would be going in October first.

She knew the law, knew how to be a cop backwards and forward, and school was just a formality. But she was humble enough to go through the steps not expecting anything except what she earned on her own laurels.  It was only a matter of waiting now and it made her jittery. Her phone rang and it pulled her from her deep thoughts with a start and she sighed. 
You’ll pop an artery if you don’t calm the hell down, Domino
, she thought as she picked up her cell. Sean’s name was on the read out and she pressed it with a smile. In between all jangled nerves and rehabilitation plus her investigation work, there was Sean. Their relationship was moving forward nicely, and she cared for him more than she thought was possible.

“S’up cop?” she said when she answered the phone.

“Talking like a thug again, Punk,” his deep baritone voice teased her.  “I get off at six, what are you doing tonight?”

“I’ve got a stake out, watching a cheating bastard try to pull one over on his wife,” she answered. “Or so he thinks.”

“Well, he needs a punch in the face. Where will you be?” Sean asked.

“The Delmar Hotel in Union, New Jersey. He thinks taking it out of the city makes it less conspicuous, but I found him in like six hours, the asshole,” R.J. explained. “Nice hotel too, took his wife there for their anniversary a month ago.”

“He seems like a peach,” Sean said.

“It shouldn’t take long, snap a few photos and then drive back. I should be in town by ten thirty the latest,” R.J. said. “Do you want me to come by or are you going to come to my place?”

“Either one is fine, call me when you’re on your way home and we’ll work it out,” Sean said. “Hey, be careful okay? Even cheating spouses can be assholes and dangerous when they’re cornered.”

“I’ll be safe, I promise,” R.J. said.

It made her happy that he didn’t say let me come help you and trusted her to handle herself. It made her think that if or when she got confirmation to join the academy that he’d be okay with it.  Of course if they were together they couldn’t work in the same precinct and that was fine. She didn’t want to be in the station that her dad worked at and to be looked at as Domino’s kid. She wanted to make her own mark in the city she loved.  Later that night, she was sitting in her car and looking at door 417 of the hotel.

Luckily the strip mall type building had the rooms facing the parking area and the manicured lawn beyond that. The lights bounced off the polished brass rails that went around the walkways of each floor. When she got there earlier in the evening to find a good vantage spot for her surveillance she’d noticed the cleaning personnel wiping the rails with white dust cloths. The Delmar Hotel owners wanted to impress and so they did. The brochure she picked up from the office said they had marble inlay Jacuzzis in most of the rooms. Luckily she found a talkative front desk clerk who for fifty bucks told her the room that her client’s husband liked to frequent. She’d already gotten a few candid shots of him smooching Trixie the dancer outside the room. He was a horny little bastard with wire-rimmed glasses and too much money to play with. He was the type to think he’d never get caught and even if he did his wife wouldn’t do a thing. R.J. had to hand it to her client, a trophy wife with brains, because she actually did love the fool but not enough to be played. Now he’d be paying through the nose because of his stupid actions.