Blurred Ch. 4 - for approval. hahahaha
You do realize this is just for you to see before everyone else, right? Aaand....this is the chapter where it DOESN'T happen. *snicker*
This does not need to happen. This does not need to happen. This does not need to happen.
"Mmm, Angell," Justin growled, low and sexy in her ear.
And as his hands snaked their way underneath her shirt and caressed her skin, the mantra was completely forgotten.
"Oh, yes," she groaned, wriggling under his touch.
He chuckled seductively as he rained kisses down her neck.
"Take this off," he mumbled onto her skin, pushing up her shirt.
Kirbie raised slightly, quickly removing the top as Justin's hands roamed southward, effortlessly sliding the over-sized sweats down.
Crawling on top of Kirbie, Justin gazed down at her, his eyes dark with lust. Without word or warning, they kissed greedily, each as if to devour the other. Kirbie's hands found their way to his chest and began to lightly outline his pectoral muscles. This is taking too long, Justin decided. In record time, he shed the rest of his clothes.
Kirbie gasped at the feel of his warm skin next to hers. Oh, it has been way, way to long. She sighed contentedly as he kissed a trail down her chest and stomach, easily slipping between her thighs.
Justin stopped just below her stomach, slowly lowering himself before gently blowing on the soft hairs of her nether region. I knew she was a natural kind of girl, he thought, grinning as she raised her hips toward him, moaning softly at the feel of his hot breath.
"Not right now," he told her, chuckling at her eagerness.
Kirbie fleetingly wondered why she didn't have her service revolver nearby. If I did have it, she mused, he would be more than willing to comply with my wishes. Her pondering was unexpectedly interrupted by the feel of his tongue on her. She squirmed, vocally expressing her surprise and pleasure as he licked back up the trail he had earlier forged. She moaned with delight as he wrapped his lips around her left nipple, sucking hard and flicking his tongue across it, teasing it to a hard point while he kneaded her right breast, rubbing his thumb across her other nipple. She thought she would die as he quickly switched sides, taking her right nipple into his mouth now and teasing her left breast with his hand. Kirbie arched her chest forward, letting him know she was enjoying his work.
Justin allowed himself a self-satisfied grin for the response he had elicited so far. She's still a woman. And all women can be handled the same way. He really hoped that little thought had stayed inside his head. Apparently it did, since she hadn't kicked him off the bed yet. He liked her. She was tough and could easily kick his ass. But she didn't have to flaunt it. It was time to show her who was in charge.
"You're one of the most vocal women I've ever met," he whispered, breathless from everything. "I like that. Now, you're going to have to show me what else you can do."
Kirbie opened her eyes, looking directly into his. A challenge. This was good. She liked challenges. Without even the slightest of a hint, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him to her. She tilted her head back, waiting for the delicious moment when he slid into her.
And she waited.
Wordlessly, Justin rolled off her, his handsome face a mask of anger and embarrassment.
What... She wondered. Oh, no. He's too old and experienced to be Mr. Quick Draw McGraw here.
"I don't fucking believe it," he mumbled.
"What?" Kirbie demanded, propping on one arm.
"Just give me a few minutes. Everything should be all right by then."
"I don't get it," she said, not realizing how true her words were.
"I swear, I must have had too much to drink. This never happens," he said earnestly.
"What never hap..." she began, suddenly realizing what he meant.
PERFECT! He had to go and get her all worked up, then...nothing.
"DAMN!" She exclaimed, frustrated, as she fell back on her pillow. Everything had been so good so far. And it had been so long. Damn damn DAMN!!
"I told you, just give me a few minutes. This has honestly never happened before," he promised.
Kirbie realized she had two choices. And one of them did not involve waiting for the big man here to get his second wind. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up. She reached down, picked up the clothes and began to dress.
"Listen, Justin," she said, turning to face him. "I appreciate all your effort, but I think it would be best if I just left. No hard feelings, huh?"
Justin narrowed his eyes, glaring at her. She was loving this. He knew it. She was probably fighting to keep a straight face. He could tell by the gleam in her eyes that she was holding back a smirk. He had been right about her to begin with--Officer Demon. He was beginning to get a good idea of why she was called "Killer."
"This doesn't need to go any farther than this room," he informed her, his voice like steel.
Kirbie sneered slightly and shrugged as if to say 'Whatever'. She had pegged him right from the very start--a real jerk. She wondered if the bar was still open.
"Do you understand what I told you?" He called after her.
Stopping before opening the door, she slowly turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. No, this wasn't even worth the effort she would expend to give him one of her comebacks. All of a sudden, the thought that he could tell her what to do irritated her. She flung open the door and stepped into the quiet hall. Without another word, she slammed the door to his room and stormed down the hall.
Kirbie stopped in front of Chris' room. Raising her and and balling it into a fist, she banged loudly on his door. No answer. She pounded again, yelling his name in her best 'police' voice.
"Who is it?"
"It's Kirbie!"
The door opened a few seconds later and she stalked in, paying no attention to the two blonde women in the big bed. She went to his closet, flinging open the doors and searching for her uniform. She knew she hung it up in here. She always hung it up. Finally, she spotted the blue uniform in the back and snatched it out. Hanging it on the doorframe, she quickly disrobed and tossed the clothes she had borrowed from Chris at him.
Chris stood there staring, mouth open in disbelief as she pulled up her uniform pants. Mindless of her audience, she reached into her bra and adjusted its contents before donning the top. Tucking her shirt into her pants, she turned to face the two women on the bed.
With steely eyes, she looked from the two occupants on the bed to Chris, who had haphazardly wrapped a sheet around his waist before opening the door.
"I know you're not from around here," she told him, her body automatically taking on its familiar menacing stance. "And I'm assuming these two are of legal age?"
"Y..Y..Yes, ma'am," Chris stuttered, suddenly scared of her as visions of her holding him against a wall flashed through his mind.
"Fine. I'm going to let you go with a verbal warning this time. It's against the law in this state to have more than one sexual partner at one time. So, I advise you to choose one or I will have to arrest all three of you."
Chris looked at the two women, each giving him pleading looks to choose her over the other.
"Both of you, just go," he announced, his voice quivering slightly as he cast a quick glance at Kirbie. Damn, she looked taller than she did when he first met her. Maybe Justin was onto something about her.
"But," the two bimbos whined.
"Go. I'm not going to jail for anybody, 'cause if I did, then my engagement would definitely be over."
"You heard him, ladies," Kirbie told them, taking a step closer to the bed.
Chris' two 'companions' quickly dressed and left the room arguing, each blaming the other for their being thrown out.
Kirbie exited right after them, allowing herself a smile. There was no law like that, but none of them knew it. It was spiteful, but if she wasn't going to get lucky, then she would make damn sure no one else would either. As she stepped off the elevator in the lobby, she asked the desk clerk to call Suddeth to come get her.
Twenty minutes later, she slid into his car, snapping her seat belt across her waist.
"How was the concert?" Suddeth asked, yawning. He glanced at the clock. "It's a little late, isn't it?"
"Just shut up and drive me home. I need a shower."
“Good morning!” JC chirped as he loped into the meeting room.
“Morning? It’s nearly noon,” Joey told him, looking at his watch.
“Really? Oh. I was out kinda late last night,” he said, taking a seat across from Joey.
“So I gathered. What happened with that lady cop, Chris? What was her name…Barbie?” Joey asked.
“No,” Chris said. “Kirbie Angell. She was wonderful.”
“Oh, Chris. You didn’t,” Lance interrupted.
“Of course not. Not that the thought didn’t cross my mind, but not so soon after thinking she was a stripper. But let me tell you this. She drank me and Justin under the table.”
Joey roared in disbelief.
“I am serious, guys. She took the bottle and turned it up and out. And you know how competitive Justin is, so of course he had to out-do her. It was a sight to behold.”
“What was?” Justin asked, entering the room.
“Kirbie putting you in your place in the bar. So, what happened after I left, big man?”
Justin sat down and began rubbing his temples. Today would be one of those days Chris annoyed the hell out of him. Even after all these years. He wished right then he hadn’t said anything last night and had let Killer take him out. That would have solved a lot of his problems this morning.
“Nothing.”
“Oh, come on, J. I noticed something was up between you two. What went down?”
Justin leaned his head back in desperation. Did he have to use every single preposition he knew? And it would have been different if Chris knew and was doing it on purpose, then he could kick his ass without much guilt. But this time he was clueless.
“Nothing happened. She left not too long after you did.”
“What? What's going on?” Lance asked as he joined the others.
“Chris was telling us about the little adventure he had with Justin and Kirbie,” Joey gave him the quick run down.
“There was no adventure,” Justin flatly informed.
“HA!” Chris guffawed. “She is one kick-ass woman. She had to help me get Justin to his room. I think she could have carried him if it came down to it.”
“It wasn’t that bad,” Justin interjected.
“You’re just mad because she showed you up.”
Justin glared at him. Again with the prepositions, Chris. Stop it!
“She did not. And she’s not all that great, Tricky,” he grouched.
“You know, I do like her, but there is something." Chris suddenly announced after a few minutes. “I mean, I’ll be the first to say she’s a looker with a great rack on her, but I think she’s psycho.”
“See?” Justin gloated at the others.
“Oh, Chris. You’re only saying that because she almost kicked your ass. You don’t know what you’re talking about,” JC remarked.
“Yes, I do. She came pounding on my door about three this morning. I thought she was going to kick it down. So, I let her in and she starts telling me that I’m breaking some law and can arrest me,” Chris told them, his eyes wide with the memory.
“What law were you breaking?” Joey asked, knowing his friend was trying to avoid that very topic.
“Something about having two women at the same time.”
“Chris!” Lance exclaimed.
“Shut up, man. I’m only human.”
“So, what did you do?” Justin asked, suddenly fascinated by this, even more grateful the attention was off him.
“What do you think I did? I sent them both away. Nothing’s worth going to jail over. Or breaking my engagement. I’m not that stupid.”
Justin couldn't help but grin, allowing himself to feel a little bit of satisfaction in the fact Chris didn’t get any the night before, either. All thanks to Killer. He picked up the itinerary and started going over it with their handlers, scowling as he looked over the list of appearances that afternoon.
This does not need to happen. This does not need to happen. This does not need to happen.
"Mmm, Angell," Justin growled, low and sexy in her ear.
And as his hands snaked their way underneath her shirt and caressed her skin, the mantra was completely forgotten.
"Oh, yes," she groaned, wriggling under his touch.
He chuckled seductively as he rained kisses down her neck.
"Take this off," he mumbled onto her skin, pushing up her shirt.
Kirbie raised slightly, quickly removing the top as Justin's hands roamed southward, effortlessly sliding the over-sized sweats down.
Crawling on top of Kirbie, Justin gazed down at her, his eyes dark with lust. Without word or warning, they kissed greedily, each as if to devour the other. Kirbie's hands found their way to his chest and began to lightly outline his pectoral muscles. This is taking too long, Justin decided. In record time, he shed the rest of his clothes.
Kirbie gasped at the feel of his warm skin next to hers. Oh, it has been way, way to long. She sighed contentedly as he kissed a trail down her chest and stomach, easily slipping between her thighs.
Justin stopped just below her stomach, slowly lowering himself before gently blowing on the soft hairs of her nether region. I knew she was a natural kind of girl, he thought, grinning as she raised her hips toward him, moaning softly at the feel of his hot breath.
"Not right now," he told her, chuckling at her eagerness.
Kirbie fleetingly wondered why she didn't have her service revolver nearby. If I did have it, she mused, he would be more than willing to comply with my wishes. Her pondering was unexpectedly interrupted by the feel of his tongue on her. She squirmed, vocally expressing her surprise and pleasure as he licked back up the trail he had earlier forged. She moaned with delight as he wrapped his lips around her left nipple, sucking hard and flicking his tongue across it, teasing it to a hard point while he kneaded her right breast, rubbing his thumb across her other nipple. She thought she would die as he quickly switched sides, taking her right nipple into his mouth now and teasing her left breast with his hand. Kirbie arched her chest forward, letting him know she was enjoying his work.
Justin allowed himself a self-satisfied grin for the response he had elicited so far. She's still a woman. And all women can be handled the same way. He really hoped that little thought had stayed inside his head. Apparently it did, since she hadn't kicked him off the bed yet. He liked her. She was tough and could easily kick his ass. But she didn't have to flaunt it. It was time to show her who was in charge.
"You're one of the most vocal women I've ever met," he whispered, breathless from everything. "I like that. Now, you're going to have to show me what else you can do."
Kirbie opened her eyes, looking directly into his. A challenge. This was good. She liked challenges. Without even the slightest of a hint, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him to her. She tilted her head back, waiting for the delicious moment when he slid into her.
And she waited.
Wordlessly, Justin rolled off her, his handsome face a mask of anger and embarrassment.
What... She wondered. Oh, no. He's too old and experienced to be Mr. Quick Draw McGraw here.
"I don't fucking believe it," he mumbled.
"What?" Kirbie demanded, propping on one arm.
"Just give me a few minutes. Everything should be all right by then."
"I don't get it," she said, not realizing how true her words were.
"I swear, I must have had too much to drink. This never happens," he said earnestly.
"What never hap..." she began, suddenly realizing what he meant.
PERFECT! He had to go and get her all worked up, then...nothing.
"DAMN!" She exclaimed, frustrated, as she fell back on her pillow. Everything had been so good so far. And it had been so long. Damn damn DAMN!!
"I told you, just give me a few minutes. This has honestly never happened before," he promised.
Kirbie realized she had two choices. And one of them did not involve waiting for the big man here to get his second wind. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up. She reached down, picked up the clothes and began to dress.
"Listen, Justin," she said, turning to face him. "I appreciate all your effort, but I think it would be best if I just left. No hard feelings, huh?"
Justin narrowed his eyes, glaring at her. She was loving this. He knew it. She was probably fighting to keep a straight face. He could tell by the gleam in her eyes that she was holding back a smirk. He had been right about her to begin with--Officer Demon. He was beginning to get a good idea of why she was called "Killer."
"This doesn't need to go any farther than this room," he informed her, his voice like steel.
Kirbie sneered slightly and shrugged as if to say 'Whatever'. She had pegged him right from the very start--a real jerk. She wondered if the bar was still open.
"Do you understand what I told you?" He called after her.
Stopping before opening the door, she slowly turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. No, this wasn't even worth the effort she would expend to give him one of her comebacks. All of a sudden, the thought that he could tell her what to do irritated her. She flung open the door and stepped into the quiet hall. Without another word, she slammed the door to his room and stormed down the hall.
Kirbie stopped in front of Chris' room. Raising her and and balling it into a fist, she banged loudly on his door. No answer. She pounded again, yelling his name in her best 'police' voice.
"Who is it?"
"It's Kirbie!"
The door opened a few seconds later and she stalked in, paying no attention to the two blonde women in the big bed. She went to his closet, flinging open the doors and searching for her uniform. She knew she hung it up in here. She always hung it up. Finally, she spotted the blue uniform in the back and snatched it out. Hanging it on the doorframe, she quickly disrobed and tossed the clothes she had borrowed from Chris at him.
Chris stood there staring, mouth open in disbelief as she pulled up her uniform pants. Mindless of her audience, she reached into her bra and adjusted its contents before donning the top. Tucking her shirt into her pants, she turned to face the two women on the bed.
With steely eyes, she looked from the two occupants on the bed to Chris, who had haphazardly wrapped a sheet around his waist before opening the door.
"I know you're not from around here," she told him, her body automatically taking on its familiar menacing stance. "And I'm assuming these two are of legal age?"
"Y..Y..Yes, ma'am," Chris stuttered, suddenly scared of her as visions of her holding him against a wall flashed through his mind.
"Fine. I'm going to let you go with a verbal warning this time. It's against the law in this state to have more than one sexual partner at one time. So, I advise you to choose one or I will have to arrest all three of you."
Chris looked at the two women, each giving him pleading looks to choose her over the other.
"Both of you, just go," he announced, his voice quivering slightly as he cast a quick glance at Kirbie. Damn, she looked taller than she did when he first met her. Maybe Justin was onto something about her.
"But," the two bimbos whined.
"Go. I'm not going to jail for anybody, 'cause if I did, then my engagement would definitely be over."
"You heard him, ladies," Kirbie told them, taking a step closer to the bed.
Chris' two 'companions' quickly dressed and left the room arguing, each blaming the other for their being thrown out.
Kirbie exited right after them, allowing herself a smile. There was no law like that, but none of them knew it. It was spiteful, but if she wasn't going to get lucky, then she would make damn sure no one else would either. As she stepped off the elevator in the lobby, she asked the desk clerk to call Suddeth to come get her.
Twenty minutes later, she slid into his car, snapping her seat belt across her waist.
"How was the concert?" Suddeth asked, yawning. He glanced at the clock. "It's a little late, isn't it?"
"Just shut up and drive me home. I need a shower."
“Good morning!” JC chirped as he loped into the meeting room.
“Morning? It’s nearly noon,” Joey told him, looking at his watch.
“Really? Oh. I was out kinda late last night,” he said, taking a seat across from Joey.
“So I gathered. What happened with that lady cop, Chris? What was her name…Barbie?” Joey asked.
“No,” Chris said. “Kirbie Angell. She was wonderful.”
“Oh, Chris. You didn’t,” Lance interrupted.
“Of course not. Not that the thought didn’t cross my mind, but not so soon after thinking she was a stripper. But let me tell you this. She drank me and Justin under the table.”
Joey roared in disbelief.
“I am serious, guys. She took the bottle and turned it up and out. And you know how competitive Justin is, so of course he had to out-do her. It was a sight to behold.”
“What was?” Justin asked, entering the room.
“Kirbie putting you in your place in the bar. So, what happened after I left, big man?”
Justin sat down and began rubbing his temples. Today would be one of those days Chris annoyed the hell out of him. Even after all these years. He wished right then he hadn’t said anything last night and had let Killer take him out. That would have solved a lot of his problems this morning.
“Nothing.”
“Oh, come on, J. I noticed something was up between you two. What went down?”
Justin leaned his head back in desperation. Did he have to use every single preposition he knew? And it would have been different if Chris knew and was doing it on purpose, then he could kick his ass without much guilt. But this time he was clueless.
“Nothing happened. She left not too long after you did.”
“What? What's going on?” Lance asked as he joined the others.
“Chris was telling us about the little adventure he had with Justin and Kirbie,” Joey gave him the quick run down.
“There was no adventure,” Justin flatly informed.
“HA!” Chris guffawed. “She is one kick-ass woman. She had to help me get Justin to his room. I think she could have carried him if it came down to it.”
“It wasn’t that bad,” Justin interjected.
“You’re just mad because she showed you up.”
Justin glared at him. Again with the prepositions, Chris. Stop it!
“She did not. And she’s not all that great, Tricky,” he grouched.
“You know, I do like her, but there is something." Chris suddenly announced after a few minutes. “I mean, I’ll be the first to say she’s a looker with a great rack on her, but I think she’s psycho.”
“See?” Justin gloated at the others.
“Oh, Chris. You’re only saying that because she almost kicked your ass. You don’t know what you’re talking about,” JC remarked.
“Yes, I do. She came pounding on my door about three this morning. I thought she was going to kick it down. So, I let her in and she starts telling me that I’m breaking some law and can arrest me,” Chris told them, his eyes wide with the memory.
“What law were you breaking?” Joey asked, knowing his friend was trying to avoid that very topic.
“Something about having two women at the same time.”
“Chris!” Lance exclaimed.
“Shut up, man. I’m only human.”
“So, what did you do?” Justin asked, suddenly fascinated by this, even more grateful the attention was off him.
“What do you think I did? I sent them both away. Nothing’s worth going to jail over. Or breaking my engagement. I’m not that stupid.”
Justin couldn't help but grin, allowing himself to feel a little bit of satisfaction in the fact Chris didn’t get any the night before, either. All thanks to Killer. He picked up the itinerary and started going over it with their handlers, scowling as he looked over the list of appearances that afternoon.