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“With all due respect, sir, you’re a pain in my ass,” she spat out, so irritated the words just spewed from her mouth, not caring of the repercussions from the fact that she was saying it to her tough as nails TO, who already seemed to have an extreme dislike for her.
Once the words left her mouth however, she realized what she said and braced herself for what would come next.
Instead of laying into her though, her usually unamused and unapologetic TO Tim Bradford just smirked and said, “That’s my job.”
And then she saw it.
The flash in his eyes.
He was attracted to her.
He wanted her. Bad.
It was so quick she almost reeled back into herself as if stung but she knew she’d seen it.
He quickly schooled his face back into the indifferent glare he’d been giving her since day one but she saw it. The eyes didn’t lie. Microexpressions were too fast to hide, she almost had a Master’s degree in Psychology, so she should know.
And the thing was, she was attracted to him too.
Had been from day one, since they’d first laid eyes on each other, when she noticed his biceps straining his uniform top and the intensity in his stare, forcing her to turn around quickly in the roll call room after Grey had paired them up.
Even after he’d been such an absolute and complete jerk to her, throwing her out of the shop and maybe or maybe not acting like a racist asshole at the traffic stop.
All of that served to fan the flames more.
She’d never had great taste in men, why start now?
Even after his so-called “casual racism,” she hadn’t been able to get past the fact that he spoke Spanish very fluently. It was impressive and hot. The way it rolled off his tongue, mixing with his smooth LA accent and harsh stare. She’d thought about it that night, after her first shift, when she was in her bed alone, vibrator in hand. She tried not to think about him while she chased her pleasure but her mind kept going to his gravelly voice and those arms. She came harder than she ever had and then threw her vibrator across the room in anger, chastising herself for once again being attracted to the “bad boy.”
When had that ever gotten anyone anywhere good?
He’d even proven to be somewhat human when his wife showed up after they’d almost arrested that junkie. She looked high and strung out and the look on his face after the encounter, as well as his admission about the situation actually made him seem a little vulnerable.
And it should have put an end to her fantasizing, knowing that he was still technically married, even if the situation served to prove that he was, in fact, separated.
Still, he was on her mind when she woke up that morning and she was still so keyed up she had to hunt down her vibrator from the pile of clothes she’d meant to fold in the corner of her room and put it between her legs again. Once again her mind went to Officer Bradford and the fact that he was most likely great in bed, he would probably be fine with the fact that she liked it a little rough, would like it that way too and once again, she was coming within minutes. A toe-curling orgasm that had her crying out in pleasure, grateful that she was without a roommate for the moment.
Then he had to go and get himself shot on her second day of training and she found herself pulling him to safety, defying his orders and putting her own life at risk.
She thought about going to him, while he was out on medical leave and she was stuck with the world’s most boring TO but she didn’t, knowing that not only would it be wholly inappropriate but he probably would have gotten hella pissed and wrote her up a blue page or something.
Instead, he’d sought her out.
At a diner, during her lunch break when she was glumly eating her burger and fries and thinking about the fact that she had definitely made a huge mistake dropping out of college to become a police officer.
Once again, instead of being wholly turned off by his jerky behavior and smug attitude, it only served to once again light a fire in her and she was off within seconds, racing down blocks of crowded people and chasing down a suspect while her substitute TO ate lunch in his underwear and her actual TO was probably finishing off her own lunch back in the diner. She’d even paid, throwing a wad of cash on the table and daring one more look at that smarmy grin. Exhaling through her mouth while trying to run as fast as she could, she tried not to think about how good he looked sliding into that booth, as if he owned the place, the hand on his side the only indicator that he’d almost been fatally shot a few weeks before.
“Run, boot, run,” he’d yelled at her, his voice both smooth and rough at the same time and she felt the same heat go through her that had carried her through many lonely and frustrated nights the past few weeks.
And now here they were, engaged in the world’s most steamiest staring contest in the middle of the station.
His eyes scanned the room for a second, as if checking to see if anyone was watching before he leaned down towards her, his face mere centimeters from her before he whispered in her ear.
“I hope you’re ready for me, boot.” He placed an extra emphasis on the word ‘boot,’ his voice dropping down an octave when he said it and she realized that there was no way she’d ever be able to hear that word again without thinking of his stupid, incredibly handsome face.
She was still standing there when he spun on his heel and walked away, her mouth hanging open, ready to give him a quip back about being ready since day one but by the time she’d recovered from the husky voice in her ear, he was long gone.
She could have left it at that but Lucy Chen wasn’t great at letting people get the last word.
Injured in the line of duty…again.
Tim sat on his couch, nursing a beer that had long gone warm and let out a huge sigh, trying and failing to get the last few miserable weeks out of his mind.
He’d been shot, again. Right after he’d seen Isabel, for the first time in a year and after he’d gotten over the brief moment of relief that she wasn’t dead, he’d been bowled over by the fact that all she wanted was money for drugs. She’d been indifferent to the fact that her husband was standing in front of her, near tears, over the fact that she’d blown up their lives over drugs and disappeared without a trace the year before.
In reality the misery had lasted longer than the past few weeks.
However, he’d been briefly brought out of the fog of anger, resentment, and betrayal when he’d first laid eyes on his new boot.
Chen.
Lucy Chen.
Gorgeous.
That was the word that first came to mind when she’d turned around and her brown eyes met his. He’d clenched his jaw hard when they made eye contact, trying his best to hold his glare and reveal absolutely nothing to her.
Interesting.
That was the second word that came to his mind after he’d kicked her out of the shop and they’d had their little exchange about the Mexican gardeners. She’d look intrigued and impressed by the way he spoke effortless Spanish, a little surprised too and he tried not to take that as an insult.
He knew how he came off to people.
You’re smarter than you look.
That was supposed to be a compliment, people told him after they said it.
Fiery. Bold. Sexy.
Those were the words that came to mind after she called him a pain in her ass. Just flat out said it and didn’t look sorry about it. At least she had thrown in ‘sir’ right after, however that only served to make her that much hotter.
If they hadn’t been in the middle of the bullpen, he would have taken her right then and there. Pushed her up against the wall and shoved his tongue down her throat. Sucked a mark on that tattoo on her neck and ripped her uniform shirt open to see what other ink she had. She probably would have liked that, he had a feeling she liked it a little rough.
He ran his hand down his face and resisted the urge to put his hand down his pants and finish himself off thinking about all the things he would like to do to his new boot.
Besides, it wasn’t like he hadn’t been doing that since that first day at roll call, minus the days he was too incapacitated because he’d been fucking shot.
Again.
He couldn’t even get in a good workout to let out his frustration, still being on light duty and restrictions while recovering. No runs, only walks. No weights, only bands, and absolutely no punching bag for at least a few more weeks.
He was frustrated, in more ways than one.
That’s why he’d sought her out, on the day he’d been cleared to return to work. He followed her and Wrigley, watching the other man drop her off at a diner during their lunch break. Peering into the window, he took in Chen’s glum expression while she absentmindedly picked at her food.
She was as bored and frustrated as he was.
So he’d gone to her and talked her into taking that call, without her TO, which may have gotten her into trouble but he knew he could get her out of it.
She didn’t even hesitate, running off but not before quickly turning back to throw a wad of cash at him to pay for the food. He would have gladly paid for it but after he took a bite of her discarded burger and realized it wasn’t real meat, he was glad he didn’t.
A knock on his door drew him out of his thoughts and he walked over to open it, a look of bewilderment crossing his face when the object of his frustration was revealed to be standing there on his doorstep.
A look of apprehension flashed over Lucy’s face before she tried her best to harden her features, that flash of annoyance coming back, the same look she’d given him earlier that day.
“What are you doing here, boot?” he asked, keeping his tone firm and harsh.
“I, um, came to..” she chewed on her lip, her resolve seemingly draining out of her before she stood up a little straighter and went on, “I came to apologize for earlier, when I called you a pain in the ass. It was inappropriate, even if you are one.”
He gave her a dark chuckle, leaning against the door frame and draining the last of his warm beer, placing it down on the table by his doorway. He didn’t miss the way she looked him up and down, taking in his tight white t-shirt and low slung sweatpants.
“And I brought you these Chinese buns, they have bean paste in them. You don’t strike me as an adventurous eater but they’re good, I promise.” She shoved a bag at him and he reached out his hand to grab it, their fingers brushing for a moment.
“Thanks,” he said, dropping his hand to his side. She nodded and they stared at each other for a beat, “Is that all?”
She nodded, “Yeah, so I’ll see you tomorrow. And I’ve been ready for you since day one…sir.” Turning around, she started to walk away and before he could stop himself, his hand shot out to grab her, spinning her around to face him.
She looked down at his hand on her arm then up at him, a gleam in her eye as if daring him on what to do next.
A thousand scenarios passed through Tim’s mind, ranging from the right thing to do to the thing he really wanted to do.
Fuck it, he thought, before pulling her towards him and crashing his lips down on hers.
She melted against him, offering zero resistance while he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his house and slamming the door shut. Her arms looped around his neck and he dropped the bag on the floor to free up his other hand which immediately cupped her ass, pressing her against him so she could feel exactly what she was doing to him.
She moaned into his mouth and he took that opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, tasting her even more. They tangled like that for a few minutes, standing in his entryway, hands roaming everywhere. Breaking the kiss finally, he pulled at her shirt, tugging it off in one effortless move, groaning at the tattoos he glimpsed and the lacy black bra she had on. She pawed at his shirt, sliding her hands along his abs and lifting it up, so he tugged it off too and then hissed in pain when her hands roamed along his bandaged side.
“Sorry,” she whispered, her eyes going wide and soft for a moment.
A moment of clarity came to him and he paused, his hands on her hips and hers gently running down his front.
“Wait? How did you know where I live?”
She bit her lip and looked away for a second before looking back at him, “Oh, I…looked it up in the department database.”
He scoffed softly, “That’s kind of inappropriate.”
Lifting an eyebrow she looked down at their half-naked bodies and then back up at him.
“Shut up,” he mumbled before closing the space between them and capturing her lips into another searing kiss. Turning them around, he walked her backwards towards his bedroom, careful to help her clear the door frame without hitting her head because, present circumstances aside, he was actually a gentleman.
They stumbled against the bed frame and he turned them again, kissing along her jaw while carefully sitting down. She slid one thigh, then another on top of him, straddling him, her hands going to his shoulders to keep her balance while she gingerly sank down on him, careful of his bandaged side.
“This is a one time thing,” he whispered into her ear, taking her lobe in his mouth before biting down gently then nipping down along her neck.
“Sure,” she said, biting back a moan when his hands moved over her breasts, his fingers dipping under the lace cups, rolling over her nipples.
“I mean it, boot,” he nipped at her clavicle, biting down and then soothing it with his tongue.
“Tim,’ she said, her voice breathy as she moved her hands down his torso, “My name is Lucy.”
“Lucyyyyy….” he hissed out when her hands dipped below his waistband, “Fuck.”
He moved his hands down to her hips and crushed her harder against him, grinding against her and rutting up into her hand.
Quickly he stood up and then flipped her over onto her back against the bed, eliciting a surprised yelp that turned into a moan from her when he slid his hands into her leggings and tugged them off, revealing a very sexy pair of lacy black panties.
It was his turn to raise an eyebrow as he looked at her, clad into a black lingerie, laying on his bed, her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Lucy,” he said again, this time with a playful lilt to his voice, “Did you plan this?”
“Maybe I just like to feel sexy sometimes,” she answered coyly.
He bent down, pressing a soft kiss to her thigh, trying very hard to ignore the heat he felt coming from her center.
“Do you wear these to work, under your uniform?” he asked, his voice a low rumble as he passed over where he knew she really wanted him and pressed another soft kiss to her other thigh.
She shrugged, “Sometimes.”
He immediately regretted asking that because now he knew that it would be the only thing he would be thinking about every time he saw her on the job.
Pushing the thought to the back of his mind to freak out about later, he resumed his exploration.
“Did you think something was going to happen when you came over here?” He slipped his finger under her panties, gently rubbing it up and down her clit, groaning at how wet she was.
She gasped before answering in a clipped voice, “Hoped maybe, but I didn’t think-”
Her sentence was cut off in another gasp when he moved his finger down lower and easily slid into her, his mouth replacing it on her clit over the fabric.
“Oh god,” she cried out when he bit down gently and then moved the fabric aside to get a full taste of her.
He added a second finger and pumped them in and out of her, lapping at her with his tongue, his other hand on her thigh, squeezing it and holding her open.
Her hands were in his hair, pulling and moving him to exactly where she wanted him and he listened to her noises, sucking and biting, moving his fingers in and out until he felt her tightening around him and she came with his name on her lips. Her glorious thighs clenched around his head and it only served to make him harder as he rutted against the bed while she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
“Wow,” she breathed out when he finally came up for air, kissing a path up her body, grinning when she flinched, still sensitive from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
He reached behind her and expertly flicked the clasp of her bra open, pulling it off and wrapping his tongue around her nipple. She moaned and her hand traveled down his body, cupping at his painfully hard cock, causing him to buck against her and curse against her skin.
She sat up and gently pushed him down onto his back, mindful of his still healing wound. Running her fingers softly down the gauze covering the area where the bullet went in, she pressed a kiss to the bandage, her silky hair falling along his torso. Tim breathed out through his nostrils, both incredibly turned on by the sight of a scantily clad Lucy slithering down his body but also slightly floored by her soothing caresses.
She went lower, tracing her tongue down the hard line of his abs, and scratched her nails down his side, a muffled groan escaping his mouth when she slid off his sweatpants and exposed his hard cock.
Her eyes went up to him, “No underwear? Were you expecting something or do you always go commando?”
He gave her a wicked grin, “Just relaxing at home, boot…Lucy.”
His words got cut off as he took in a sharp inhale of breath when she sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth, her hand sliding up and down his length and then cupping his balls.
“Oh fuck, Lucy, oh fuck,” he cried out, trying really hard not to buck up into her while she slid even more of him into her mouth, using her hand to twist around the part of his length she couldn’t take in. She expertly sucked at him while he raked his hands into her hair, gathering it up and gently pulling at it while he moved it out of the way.
The fact that she was so good at this wasn’t that much of a surprise to him, the fact that he was about to blow his load so quickly was though.
He gave in for a few more seconds until he realized that this was not the way he wanted to finish. Especially if this was a one time thing, as he had told her it was.
“Lucy,” he said, his voice hoarse and he licked his lips and tried again, “Lucy, stop.” He pulled a little harder at her hair and felt her smile and hum around his cock, making him buck up slightly before he could stop himself.
“Hmmm,” she gagged slightly and then resumed her movements, Tim’s head dropping back against the pillow and his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head. It was too good but he knew that fucking her would feel even better.
“Lucy,” he shifted so that she had to drop him from her mouth with a pop and the sight of her lips, full and swollen from sucking, made his cock twitch.
“I don’t want to finish this way,” he explained when she gave him a puzzled look, dragging her finger to wipe at her mouth. He growled. “I want to finish inside you.”
She gave him a sexy smile before moving back up his body, “Do you have a condom?”
He groaned, this time not from pleasure but from frustration. “Fuck, no, I don’t.”
Biting her lip she looked down at him, disappointment crossing her face, her thighs straddling both sides of his torso.
“I haven’t been with anyone since…” he trailed off and her face softened.
Leaning down to kiss him she whispered, “I’m clean, and I’m on birth control.”
He surged up, flipping her over onto her back, ignoring the pull from his stitches.
“I’m clean too,” he crashed his mouth against hers, before asking, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Tim, I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.” Her hand flew to his neck, her lips pressing hard against his.
He slid his hand between their bodies, pulling down her panties and throwing them off the side of the bed before lining himself up and pushing in, groaning into her mouth at her tight, wet heat.
He went slow at first and then pushed all the way in, both of them moaning when he bottomed out and then began to move, not finding the ability to go slow, to wait for her signal that she was ready. He knew he was big and she was so damn tight but she didn’t seem to be complaining, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him into her.
“Harder,” she moaned and he didn’t hesitate for a second, pushing up on his legs and sliding his hand down her thigh, getting a better angle so he could pound into her.
She felt amazing and Tim briefly closed his eyes, surrendering to the feeling of her before opening them again and looking down at her.
Gorgeous.
She looked absolutely gorgeous. Honey skin stretching on for miles, broken only by several inked tattoos, symbols and pictures that he wished he had time to ask her about but decided to commit to memory instead. His eyes traveled up to hers and they held contact for a few seconds, an intense look passing between them that held more meaning than just a night of casual sex.
She was going to be his undoing.
The thought popped into his head quickly and it caught him off guard enough that his movements stuttered for a second. Lucy took the opportunity to raise up on her arms and turn them over, keeping them joined while straddling him. His hand immediately flew to her hips, holding her tight against him and then moving her up and down, listening closely to the noises she made that told him she was close.
He was so close, the feeling of himself inside her, no barrier between them had him close to coming in mere minutes but there was no damn way she wasn’t coming first.
Reaching down to where they were joined, he pinched her clit between his fingers and felt her clench around him. His other hand smacked at her ass before grabbing at her hip again. Another clench.
He knew she liked it a little bit rough.
“Tim, oh god, I’m about to,” she was grinding down on him and he grit his teeth, rubbing her clit between his fingers and holding on as long as he could until he felt her fluttering around his cock, her mouth crying out his name along with a string of curses and he finally let go, pressing up hard into her and coming with a loud groan.
She collapsed on top of him, once again mindful of his wound and a surge of affection went through him as he held her there. Tim breathed in, a deep breath, trying to slow his heart rate down, he was definitely out of shape and his stamina wasn’t anywhere it used to be.
He had to get back on track for his new boot, for Lucy, who was definitely proving to be much different than anyone he’d ever trained. Much different than anyone he’d ever met.
“What are you thinking about?” she murmured, her hand tenderly brushing the edges of his bandage, the pads of her fingers velvet against his skin and he closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of her.
“I’m thinking,” his voice was husky so he cleared his throat, “I’m thinking, that I hope this wasn’t a huge mistake.”
She lifted her head slightly to look up at him, “Do you think it’s a mistake?”
“Personally, no, but professionally, I think it might be.”
She sighed and rested her head back against him, fingers resuming their journey along his side.
“Do you want to ask for a new TO?” he ventured, unsure of what her answer would be, knowing what he didn’t want it to be. He felt a possessiveness over her, but he knew that they had crossed a huge line and he should at least try and do the right thing.
She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked at him, her brown eyes gleaming, a line on her forehead where her eyebrows were knit together.
“No, I don’t want a new TO. I want you.” Her answer was straightforward, just like earlier at the station, no regret, no hesitation, just the absolute truth.
The corner of his mouth quirked up, “Even though I’m a pain in your ass?”
She smiled, flipping her hair to the side and Tim felt his heart rate quicken again, “Especially because of that.”
Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his, soft and gentle and his hand snaked into her hair, his palm pressed against the back of her head, holding her there as their tongues explored each other, the kiss much different than the first one they’d shared.
Breaking the kiss, she looked down at him, her hair falling in a waterfall around her face. He reached up to tuck it behind her ear, cupping her jaw with his hand.
“Do you want me to go?” she asked.
He shook his head, know that he should tell her to go, to try and salvage things for them but he found that he couldn’t do something that would make this night with her end.
“Didn’t you bring me some kind of buns?”
Sitting up, she looked towards his entryway, “Yeah, I did. Where did they go?”
He sat up too, pulling her to him and breathing her in, “Let’s go find out.”