THE STAKEOUT
The police chief called me into his office.
"As you requested, Guitarez, you're off Vice and back on detective work," the chief said.
"Thank you Sir," I said.
"And I've assigned you a new partner, the new guy from New York, what's his name," he shuffled some papers, "Rodriguez. Alejandro Rodriguez."
I frowned. "Williams is off Vice as well Sir, I assumed I'd still be with her," I said.
"Well you assumed wrong, Guitarez," the chief said in a firm voice. "We got a new female rookie coming in and Williams drew the short straw. You wanna take her place?"
"No Sir," I said.
"So you're getting Rodriguez. He should be here any minute," he said and starting shuffling papers on his desk. He looked up. "What are you doing still standing here? Dismissed."
I'd been on the force since I was eighteen. A lot of that had been sucky assignments, pretending to be a prostitute or a gang girlfriend, or directing traffic as a kindergarten cop. But once I partnered with Williams we had become a force to be reckoned with and the department took us seriously. I was not looking forward to breaking in a new partner.
I sat at my desk and tried not to sulk.
Shit.
Some New York hot shot.
Or worse yet, maybe a rookie.
This could really suck.
I swiveled in my chair until I was facing the back windows. One thing about a case is I never jump to conclusions. I wasn't going to jump to conclusions about someone I never met here either.
"Officer Guitarez?" Brittany, our receptionist said.
I swung around.
Holy shit.
"Officer Guitarez, this is Officer Rodriguez. I'm supposed to introduce him to you?"
I sprang to my feet.
Holy, holy shit. As in YOWSA.
"I'm Alex," he said holding out his hand.
"Isabella," I said back reaching out and giving his hand a firm shake.
We stared at each other, sizing each other up.
"Are you Latino?" I asked and was immediately embarrassed. It was the kind of question I would hate if it were directed at me. But I was expecting a short Mexican guy with a last name like Rodriguez and this was the most Nordic guy I had ever seen. He was six five, easy, maybe a little taller, with blond hair so blond it was almost white. He had the fine straight nose and square jaw of a super hero. He looked a little like Val Kilmer did when he was in his very first movies, except bigger, way bigger.
"I'm so sorry, I never should have asked that it's just that I ..." oh shit, now how do I finish that sentence?
"You were expecting somebody...taller?" Alex said.
I smiled. He had a sense of humor.
"Yeah," I said.
"Because I was expecting somebody shorter," he said.
I frowned. "Hey. I'm 5'5"."
"Somebody way shorter," he said.
"I could wear high heels," I said.
One eyebrow popped way up at that one, disappearing under his fringe of side-swept bangs.
The captain came over and slammed a folder on my desk. "You two caught a double homicide. Welcome to D.C., Rodriguez."
I grimaced.
I expected a lot of dick swaggering and pissing contests and 'I'll drive' bullshit. None of that from Rodriguez. Just the opposite.
Consistently he said things like, "You should drive; you know this town and this rotunda shit will take a while to get used to." Or "Why don't you take lead, you'll probably have a better feel for the neighborhood."
I quickly found out he was fluent in Spanish, but even in the barrios he was content to let me take point.
He wasn't a pussy, and he wasn't shirking work. He had great ideas and he was pulling his weight. He just let me drive and interview and lead, consistently, which only made good sense, because as he pointed out, it was my town.
Our close rate was as good as it had been when I was with Williams.
And our rapport, even better.
But then we pulled a bogus assignment.
It happens to everyone eventually. You pull an assignment that just sucks. It could be anything. In our case it was watching the country home of a drug dealer who wasn't even there. The thought was that he might have a witness hostage elsewhere and he might try and escape to this second home although both possibilities were extremely remote. This was more a cover your ass political kind of thing. God forbid it happened and a cop wasn't on it kind of scenario.
It was in a very rural part of Virginia, what we called horse country because most of the estates were owned by the very rich who specialized in breeding horses for the Kentucky Derby.
Rodriguez and I were on a stakeout with nothing to stake, sitting in an unmarked car, pulled over on the side of a very rural dirt road.
It had been a long two hours. And we had at least another six ahead of us.
"Come here," Rodriguez said, his voice was gruff.
I looked over at him.
"Huh?"
"I said 'come here,' he whispered opening his arms up toward me. "If someone drives by we should look like we're a couple, necking."
I looked at him like he was out of his fucking mind.
"What the hell else would we be doing, in a parked car, that's parked in the middle of nowhere?"
He was right. The sun had set and it made us more suspicious. This road only went to the drug dealer's house. We would have to have a cover and that was the best one.
I slid over on the bench seat and into his open arms. I leaned against his chest and he put his arms around me.
He twisted around and looked in the back seat.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He came back around and spread a blanket over our laps.
"Better?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said. I was stiff in his arms. At first it was a little weird; I'd known him for three weeks. You feel like you get to know your partner really well, really fast, when you're bonding over a dead body but that is different than resting your head on their chest. Also, he was so much bigger than me, an entire foot bigger, that even sitting down, I noticed our height differences, it was like I was tucked under his arm, low down on his chest.
"This will never do," he said. "Come here," he whispered, and his voice was full of that masculine promise, and I felt my body respond.
Then he shifted, moving somehow, scooting lower, slouching maybe. Suddenly my body fit into his perfectly.
"There. That's it. Better, huh?"
"Yeah," I whispered, my voice gone all breathy. "Much better."
Then he kissed me. Just the gentlest brush of his lips against mine. "For the cover," he said softly.
"Unh," I said.
"Isabella," he said firmly. "So we look right, for the cover." And then he pressed his lips against mine again, more firmly this time, but it was less of a kiss and more of a pose. He backed off a little, just enough to look at me. "Okay?"
"Okay," I said.
He put his cheek near my neck. He put one hand on my lower back and pulled me in even closer to him. "I can see everything perfectly well from here. If anyone comes down the road, I'll know, you can trust me. I can see the road." He nibbled my neck and I shivered. "I can see the house; I can see everything."
My body flooded and I went boneless against him.
He laughed softly, that masculine laugh that men do when they feel like everything is wonderful. "Hey partner, stay with me here."
"Can't," I said.
"Alright, Bella," he said, and the Bella part he said so softly I thought I might have imagined it. "Why don't you rest and I'll keep watch."
"No," I said.
"No?"
"No," I said firmly. And I slid my hand decisively down the firm planes of his chest, and kept going lower.
"Oh shit," he said.
I went over his belt, around his hip, over his thigh to his inner thigh and stroked right up his cock. He groaned and his head fell back. "Oh fuck, Isabella, don't."
"Yes," I said. I couldn't believe I was doing this. It was like some foreign entity took over. One from slutville or needyville maybe. But it had been so long and all of a sudden he felt so good. I wanted so much more. I couldn't stop. The sound of my own breath was incredibly loud.
I straddled him, the blanket getting a little tangled but still covering us. I kept one hand moving around between us, all over below his belt and one hand moving near his shoulder, helping me have leverage to move up and down over him, riding him.
"Isabella, please..." he said, and it was obvious from his tone that it was a plea to stop.
I didn't.
I pressed against him even more and I could feel when his cock lengthened under my hand, growing long, and thick, and hard in an instant and I rubbed against him even more.
I could hear him grinding his teeth, fighting against his desires.
"Isabella, stop!" He said firmly grabbing both of my wrists hard and holding them up. Zwoom. We had one electric moment, where it was clear his big hands were completely around my wrists like cuffs and him holding me back was like holding me down and it was WAY more sexually explosive than anything I had done.
We stared at each other, the bondage of the moment crystal clear. We were breathing so hard we were making panting noises. Our eyes were gleaming.
"Oh, fuck," he said and in one quick move he flipped me over until I was on my back. He still held on to my wrists the same way, except now they were pinned on to the seat on either side of my head.
He maneuvered in the car until his pelvis was against mine and he ground his erection into me while squeezing my wrists and pressing them into the seat.
"Is this what you want? Is this what you need from me, Bella?"
I nodded.
"Oh fuck," he said again.
He put both of my hands above my head and grabbed both of my wrists in one hand. His hands were big enough that he could secure me with just one hand. He used the other hand to yank my shirt out of my pants and run his hand underneath and up my side to graze the underside of my breast.
"Jesus Christ, Isabella, we're on a stakeout for God's sake."
"Then you better make it fast," I said.
He smiled at that.
I could see he was torn. He was so tall that his head was against the window. The only way he was able to get our pelvises to touch was because his torso was way above me. His nose was flaring and his chest was heaving but I could see his face, his eyes gloriously lit up with desire, mouth clamped down in a hard line with a last little debate telling himself this was not a good idea.
I pushed my hips up against him and he groaned.
"Tell me to stop, Guitarez, tell me to stop now."
"Please Alex," I whispered. "No one's out there. Nothing is going to happen. We'll make it so fast."
His mouth just tightened down harder but his eyes turned even more eager, almost glowing they were so full of want. And his hands clamped down on me harder, which in turn just made me wetter.
My mouth was suddenly dry and I licked my lips. I saw his eyes follow the action.
