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  CUFF ME Daddy

  A Single Dad, Police Officer Romance

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  A SINGLE DAD, POLICE OFFICER ROMANCE

  CHAPTER ONE – STARLA JONES

  If one more asshole decides to pinch my ass today, I’m going to go slap the stupid right out of him!

  I caught a glance of myself in the mirror behind the bar while I tallied up for the night. My long, dark hair was disheveled and falling from its clip, my cheeks were stained with patchy blush that had worn from the day’s heat, and my mascara was a smudgy mess. At least my boobs had pulled their weight and earned me my usual hefty tips. Sadly, the men at the bar didn’t always know how to keep their hands to themselves and tonight was going to be one of those nights when I’d have to seriously hold back from grabbing the Glock .28 I had hidden behind the bar.

  I’d cut my full-time school schedule short to help out, and there were plenty of days like today when I’d regretted it. My dream was to earn my degree as a social worker and make my way out of the rough side Chicago, but for now, Lu needed me more. Those goals had to be put to the side. For now, my only ambitions involved not being groped by older men, and avoiding vomit on me at any given point of the night.

  Talk about an over-achiever, right?

  All I knew was that I hated the job most when there wasn’t any muscle around to keep an eye on things. It should have been my brother Scott’s job, as he was the manager of the place, but as usual, he was off doing God-knows-what with his new thug friends. He’d left me and my grandmother hanging once again, and she was sitting out on the floor talking to two assholes that refused to leave until their beers were finished.

  If anyone could speed them up without getting their hackles up, it was my grandmother: Luna Jones; Lu to the regulars. She’d opened the bar thirty-five years ago despite being a single mom to my own mother. She had a way about her and could charm the devil with a matchstick when she wanted to. She’d also tell a joke or two, and you can bet she’d out-cuss any truck driver or sailor, all while looking like Betty White’s sweeter sister. At least until she opened her mouth.

  My brother was a different story. Scott never really wanted to deal with the bar, but since he was the oldest boy and the apple of Lu’s eye, she wanted him to look like a big shot, which would be fine if he didn’t leave me to do all his work. Truth was, Lu was still in charge around the place, and anyone that didn’t think so was a fool.

  Lu had raised us both to be strong and independent and she’d always been a strong role model for me by teaching me strong work ethics and responsibility, but it was harder for Scott. He never had the strong male role model of a father to look up to, which I believe was the reason he got mixed up with the wrong crowd.

  Penny, our oldest and most dependable waitress, walked up beside me patting her jet black hair which she’d done up with so much hairspray that there was no denying she’d been around in the eighties. “I wish they’d leave. I’d hoped Lu would have run them out by now.”

  “Yeah, I wouldn’t loss hope quite so fast. Lu has a way with people that can’t be measured.” I met her eyes in the mirror, and we both glanced behind us to the reflection of the men across the room with Lu. They were both laughing it up, and from the looks of it, their beers were almost empty.

  I brushed my hair off my shoulders and fanned my neck. “It’s hot as fish grease in here tonight. I wish Scott would just stay around long enough to fix the damned AC.”

  “You ain't lying. We had a few complaints, but I think they just wanted free beer.” She took off her apron and grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler. “I still can’t believe Otis quit. He’s been here damned near ten years.”

  “The old fart did his time for sure, and I can’t really blame him for leaving. Atleast he said he has the perfect replacement, so instead of running an ad I’m going to see if the guy works out. He’s coming in tomorrow to meet me and Lu, but he sounded okay over the phone.”

  Penny gave me a nudge. “Might be nice if he’s something to look at too. We could use a hot man around here for a change.”

  “Come on, you mean to tell me Otis didn’t do it for you?” I couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction. She’d scrunched up her face and let out a howling sound.

  “No thanks, girl. That man is a hot mess in too many ways.”

  When he was first hired on, she had a crush on him that lasted about a week. Otis was a little out there, and whatever she’d learned about him, she’d kept to herself. I glanced back at the men who were finally getting to their feet. Lu was standing a good arm’s length away as she herded them out the door like cattle.

  “Thank God,” Penny mumbled as she grabbed the bar mop and bussed the table. She had it done and was on her way back to the bar before Lu left the front door.

  Lu watched the men leave and then came to hover over my shoulder. “I set enough cash aside to get this damned AC fixed. I can’t tell if it’s summer or if I’m having a hot flash.” She reached into the pile of money and grabbed out four crisp hundreds. “This should cover it. And sweetie, be here at nine in the morning. We’re interviewing that man, and if he works out, I want you to give him the test to see if he knows his way around his drinks. Otis is going to be hard to replace, but at least he didn’t leave us hanging without any options.”

  “We’ll see. With any luck, this one can mix a drink and bounce too. We could use a little muscle around here again. God knows Scott’s useless. He’s not even here to know what’s happening. And, please don’t make excuses for him, Lu. You know it better than I do that he’s got something fishy going on.”

  Lu glanced around at Penny who was going through her handbag looking for her nightly smoke. She’s had the same ritual every night for as long as I’d known her and sure enough, she pulled it out, placed it between her lips, and fired it up. She turned and waved as she headed out. Lu watched her until she got in her car.

  When it was just the two of us, Lu came back to the bar
. “You don’t have to let God and everybody know that Scott’s up to something. The last thing we need is talk like that, especially if he really is.” Her brow creased with worry and she bit her thumbnail, which she had a habit of doing when she was nervous.

  “I’m just saying, it’s getting so bad that he’s never here anymore and when he does show up he’s got those thugs with him. They aren’t his type of friends. Then to make things worse, they stay here all hours of the night.” I shook my head. “They’re up to something. It’s eating at Scott too, I can tell. I know him better than anyone, even you.”

  “Let’s just focus on what we can control.” It was what she always said when it came to Scott. I could see the worry on her face was just as deep as mine, however. We were losing my brother, and while I knew the thought of it was more than she could stomach, ignoring that there was a problem wasn’t going to make it any better.

  Scott had never been in trouble before, but he was impressionable and easily led, especially if something he cared about was on the line. I had a feeling those men were using him, and not just because they weren’t his normal type of friends. I could tell that he was terrified of them, that the stress of having them around was eating him alive. And every time I’d ask him about them, he’d give me the same answer. ‘They’re just friends, don’t worry about it and stay out of it’. The fear in his eyes when he’d said it was a warning and so far I had taken heed.

  I’d also done a little digging around myself. I’d seen a few things, heard them too, and though I felt as though they were using the bar for something, I hadn’t figured out what. I knew as much to guess that it was either drugs or dirty money; probably both. All I knew was that they’d wait for the bar to clear out and then pull around back. Whatever they were loading and unloading had to be illegal or else it wouldn’t be a big damned secret.

  I’d learned to play dumb, even when it came to Scott, but I feared that the longer it went on, the closer I got to losing my brother.

  Lu placed her hand on my arm. “Stop worrying, Starla. It won’t do either of us any good, and we’ve got enough on our plate. I’m hoping we don’t have to train this new guy for long, and if he shows up looking like one of Otis’ drunken fishing buddies, then he’s out. I’ll run the damned bar myself before I’d let that happen.”

  I wondered if Lu’s concerns were warranted, and cringed at the thought of running the bar without the proper help. Only time could tell what tomorrow’s interview had in store. I just hoped this guy knew how to work under pressure.

  CHAPTER TWO - CASH LANGSTON

  “I’ve always wanted to get handcuffed by a hot cop”, said Serenity as I led her down the hotel lobby toward our room.

  Room number sixty-nine.

  How fitting.

  “Hey, are you sure you couldn’t fix that ticket for me?” she asked.

  Her big blue eyes, loaded with heavy eye shadow were full of concern, but not for the reason they should be. She was more concerned about the ticket she’d gotten days earlier than what I was about to do.

  My shift wouldn’t start until later in the afternoon and I texted her yesterday about meeting up for a few hours; we both knew what that really meant.

  “Sorry, but there’s nothing I can do. You should have listened to me and gotten the damned headlight fixed.” I’d pulled her over for the light last week, and in the process of exchanging information, she’d slipped me her number. I decided to be kind, and let her go with a warning, but I guess I wasn’t letting her off so easily. She was a sexy blond in her mid-thirties, with a nice rack and she seemed to know how to charm her way out of a ticket. Trouble was, she had a hard time obeying orders.

  Maybe after a good hard fucking, she’d learn her lesson.

  We got to the room moments later and as soon as I opened the door, she rubbed her long slender fingers against my pants, right over my cock. “Are you sure?”

  I stepped away and closed the door behind us. “Maybe you should show me how badly you want to get out of this one.”

  She stepped to the middle of the room, looking around to take it all in. It wasn’t much, nothing glamorous, but it was clean and the bed was sturdy.

  Without a word she walked up and wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingers finding their way into my hair, her mouth landing on mine in a deep sultry kiss. Her tongue mingled against mine, licking long strokes, sucking, pulling at my lips. She tasted like mint gum and as I slipped my hand down to rub her mound, a soft purr sounded from the back of her throat.

  “That was a hot kiss. But how about you show me what else that mouth can do?” I wasn’t interested in romance and if she thought she was about to land a cop for a boyfriend she was sorely mistaken. Hell, I wasn’t even out to break her heart, all I had an interest in was between her legs and the back of her throat.

  A wicked smile spread across her lips, but before she could drop to her knees, I grabbed her arm and brought her back upright. “Stand over there and strip for me first.” I watched as she walked no more than two steps away and slowly and seductively removed her clothes. It was clear from what I saw that she was experienced in the art of making a man hard.

  Finally the last article of clothing hit the floor and she stood there completely naked, her tiny, rosy nipples tight from the chilly air. I could have been a gentleman and offered her the warmth of the bed, but I would warm her up soon enough. She drew her arms in around her and then ran her hands along her body, cupping and lifting her perky breasts which were the size of plump grape fruits, then down around her waist and to her hips.

  I removed my shirt and shoes, but she’d have to work for the rest. I reached out my hand and she took it, allowing me to pull her closer. I tugged down and she took the hint. I didn’t want another kiss, she’d shown me that talent and now it was time to show me more.

  As she fell to her knees, her eyes stared up at me, wide and wild. She rubbed her hands up my thighs and let her thumbs brush against my sac which was heavy with her reward as she made her way to my zipper.

  As she tugged down my pants, letting them fall to my knees, I stepped out of them leaving me completely naked with nothing but my cock between us. Her eyes lit with surprise as it hovered in her face and she took it in her hand, holding it gently before she rubbed it against her cheek. She kissed my shaft as if she were making love to it, but I wasn’t going to get off on her cock worship. I placed my hand on the top of her head and she finally took her cue.

  She gave it another glance like she wasn’t sure what to do with it, but then she lifted her eyes to mine as she parted her lips and closed them around my broad tip. My eyes burned down on her and the only sign of approval I gave was a soft sound from my throat as she closed her lips tight around my rim and sucked it hard.

  She pulled her mouth off and then licked down my shaft, her tongue tickling along the bulging veins, her lips kissing and teasing. I took over, taking my length into my hand and holding her head still. Her eyes widened as I pushed it between her lips. “Take it like a good girl.”

  Her eyes went wide as I pushed my cock further into her mouth than she’d tried and she took it well enough. I let her get good and comfortable, and I could tell when her confidence had built enough to take more. I touched her cheek, holding her still for a moment as I pushed farther in, and she lurched as the girth became too much. Her eyes widened and she pulled away, but I shook my head. “Relax and breathe through your nose.” I wasn’t sure how many cocks she’d had in her mouth, but she wasn’t a pro as much as she wanted to be.

  She did as she was told, and once she calmed and began working her mouth on me, I pushed back. I kept pushing her limits until she was taking it without gagging and staring up at me with watery eyes from her spasms. I let her work my head, knowing a nice taste of pre cum was about to hit her tongue.

  “Touch yourself for me.”

  She gave me a little nod and slipped her hand down between her legs moaning on contact.

  “I bet that little
pussy is dripping for me, isn’t it?”

  She pulled off, panting from the exertion. “Please, officer.” She gave me a little smirk, knowing calling me officer made things much dirtier.

  “You want it bad don’t you?”

  She nodded and walked to the bed, crawling up on it on all fours and glancing back at me over her shoulder. “How do you want me?”

  “On your back. I’m not sure you could handle me behind you.”

  “I’d be willing to try anything.” She lay back and her words went straight to my dick, making it twitch as I crawled up between her legs.

  “I’m glad to hear you say that, but careful what you wish for.” I spread her thighs wider, rubbing against her trimmed mound. Then I let my eyes take in the sight of her tight little lips and the swollen bud at the apex just beneath her hood. I slipped my fingers between her lips, parting them and when my fingers slid over her tender clit, she shuddered beneath me. She was soaked. I raked my fingers through her juicy center and then gave her a taste, pushing my broad fingers into her mouth. She looked surprised, but sucked them gently.

  “You’re ready for me.” She’d have to be. I wasn’t going to hold back. I wanted this sweet little thing on my cock and it was about to happen, ready or not.

  I pushed her legs apart and they fell open as wide as they could against the bed, showing off her flexibility and her hot little slit. I nudged my way up, stopping to press against her, letting her know what she was about to get. I smiled as she braced herself and then took a deep breath as I nudged my head between her tight lips and against the channel. This was going to hurt, but she wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled me forward.

  “Eager girl.” I slowly inched my way down into her tight, wet walls and she cried out a little whimper but kept nudging against my ass.

  Once she settled around me and I was to the depths of her soaking core, I pumped my hips, her tight walls feeling like burning silk around me, milking me so good that I had to slow up and hold back. I wasn’t about to bust nut in this little thing; not just yet.