Brody Cavanaugh walks through the halls of Highland Heights High School with his dog Luka. Twenty-four year old Brody is a Sergeant with The Highland Metro Police Department. He’s a hard worker and dedicated to keeping his community safe.
Noticing a slight spike in juvenile petty crimes, Sergeant Cavanaugh formed and implemented a community outreach and mentoring program. The idea is for local teens to do ride-a-longs and get to know the police officers. It’s not only a good way for the teens to learn to trust law enforcement, it has the possibility to turn some kids around and even gain valuable new recruits to the department. At a minimum, it will get kids involved within their community.
Brody gives a presentation to the students with Luka at his side. He breaths a sigh of relief when the presentation is over and several students approach him to ask questions and sign up for the program. He was worried that today’s youth was more interested in technology than riding the streets in a police car.
Mia Rosetti is a seventeen year old high school senior. She’s always been active in her community, but she’s interested in this program for other reasons. She can’t take her eyes off Sergeant Cavanaugh. He’s tall, with an athletic build. Dark brown hair cut short with a little slightly spiked up in front, sets off his dreamy brown eyes perfectly. He has a five o’clock shadow, at ten in the morning, that gives him a bad boy vibe. Saying he’s hot just doesn’t begin to do justice to Brody Cavanaugh. Mia falls in line to sign her name on the registration form. She reaches for the pen at the same time as Brody. He looks up smiling at her.
“Sorry. Ladies first,” Brody says to her with a wink.
“Thank you, Sergeant Cavanaugh,” Mia stammers, trying not to stare at him.
Brody starts to pack up his presentation materials. Mia offers to help. The two chat briefly about her interest in a ride-a-long. He loads the final box into the trunk of his squad car and slams it closed. He thanks Mia for her help before he loads Luka in the back seat and drives away. Mia can’t wait to start the program.
A week later, two police cars arrive at the high school. Sergeant Cavanaugh and Luka in one and Officer Sanchez in the other. The students are divided into two groups. Mia is crushed when she is called to Sergeant Sanchez’s group. Immediately, she points out that she wanted to work with the K-9 unit and her best friend, Sarah is in that group. They should trade groups, because Sarah is deathly afraid of dogs. Sergeant Sanchez agrees.
“Of course, we aren’t here to scare anyone away. Here, take your registration form to Sergeant Cavanaugh and send Sarah over to me,” Sergeant Sanchez says.
Mia quickly retrieves her form and makes her way to Sergeant Cavanaugh. Sarah smiles at Mia, knowing she somehow manipulated her way into Sergeant Cavanaugh’s group. She doesn’t mind, though she would rather not ride-a-long with a dog drooling down her neck.
Today, there are five other students in Mia’s group. Sergeant Cavanaugh explains that one will ride-along and the others will go to various places within the police department. Since Mia is the only one who has all her paperwork signed with parent and school officials signatures, she will be the first to ride-a-long.
Sergeant Cavanaugh starts off by telling Mia to put Luka, who is sitting next to him, in the back seat of his car. Mia smiles and bends down to pet Luka. He wags his tail as she speaks to him.
“Come on Luka. Come on boy,” Mia coaxes as she stands and takes a step to the squad car.
Luka doesn’t budge. He watches Mia and then looks up at Sergeant Cavanaugh. Mia tries again. She walks to the car and opens the door to the back seat.
“Come on Luka. Come on. Want to go for a ride? Come on.”
Again, Luka doesn’t move. Mia and Luka both look at Sergeant Cavanaugh. He laughs. Luka is trained to only respond to commands from his partner. Sergeant Cavanaugh looks down at Luka.
“Come on boy. Let’s go to work,” he tells Luka.
Luka jumps to his feet and charges full speed into the back seat of the car. Mia Laughs.
“Guess we know who’s in charge around here, huh?”
They start to drive around town. Sergeant Cavanaugh explains the computer system mounted in his car. He shows her how he can run driver’s license numbers from the field and get instant warrant information. He explains how he makes decisions to pull a driver over or not and what he looks for while he’s patrolling. Mia finds it all interesting, but then again, he could be reciting the alphabet and still hold her attention.
A call comes across the radio. Sergeant Cavanaugh turns up the volume and listens. He isn’t responding to calls today, because of Mia, but he listens to the details just the same. It’s a domestic violence call and it’s nearby.
“You want to go check it out?”
“Yes!" Mia squeals, just a little too loudly. "Can we do that?”
“Sure. We’ll just stay back and observe. We can go watch the guys in action.”
They arrive on scene, pulling to a stop several car lengths back. Mia watches as two officers approach the front door. They knock and wait. There’s no answer, so they knock again and announce they are with the police department. Mia is waiting for someone to respond when something catches her eye. She’s not sure if she’s seeing what she thinks, but she reaches behind her, without looking, and taps Sergeant Cavanaugh on the thigh.
“Look! That guy two houses over is peeking around the corner. He has something in his hand and looks suspicious to me,” Mia chirps without turning to face Sergeant Cavanaugh.
At first, he’s taken aback by how close her warm hand is to his cock, but that quickly becomes him imagining her warm hand on his cock. He shakes that thought out of his head and smiles at her assessment of the situation. How cute,
he thinks. This innocent little thing taking her observation role so seriously. Then, he moves his attention to the house Mia is speaking about. It all plays out in a matter of seconds.
“Fuck! Get down and stay here. DO NOT GET OUT OF THIS CAR. Got it?”
“Got it,” Mia chokes out, as she slides into the floor.
Sergeant Cavanaugh speaks in codes across the radio attached to his shoulder as he sprints behind the houses. Seconds later, he’s positioned himself behind the suspicious man that has now moved closer to the responding officers. Mia crouches down in the floor of Sergeant Cavanaugh’s car, peeking over the dash so she can watch the action unfold. Her heart is pounding so hard and fast she can hardly hear.
The responding officers hear the codes coming over the radio and respond by taking cover. Once they have reassessed the scene, they make entry to the house by kicking the front door open. They find a woman laying on the floor bleeding. Sergeant Cavanaugh takes aim with his weapon and orders the man to the ground.
“Drop the gun! Get on your knees,” Sergeant Cavanaugh demands in a tone that says he shouldn’t be fucked with.
The man hesitates briefly, but wisely complies. The weapon falls to the ground and the man kneels down as told. Sergeant Cavanaugh quickly kicks the weapon aside as he handcuffs the man. He pulls him to his feet and walks him and the gun over to the responding officers. One of them is posted outside the house and the other is inside with the woman that had called for help. An ambulance is requested and arrives on scene in a matter of minutes.
Mia watches as the man is loaded into the back of a squad car and the woman is loaded into the ambulance. Sergeant Cavanaugh and the other two officers are gathered together talking. The man in the squad car is yelling profanities and banging his head against the window. It doesn’t seem to faze the officers in the least. Soon, they pat each other on the back and Sergeant Cavanaugh returns to Mia.
“Well Mia, that was a little more excitement than I anticipated for your first call. Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m fine.”
“Sorry I had to leave you, but that was a great catch on your part. He did have a gun and it could have gone bad in a hurry. You weren’t scared?”
“No. I mean maybe, but I was more excited. Like an adrenaline rush. I knew you wouldn’t let anything happen to me. I was more worried about you,” Mia explains.
Sergeant Cavanaugh smiles at her.
“You might make a good cop someday. We have to go by the station. I have some paperwork that I have to fill out. You know, the ones that say I took a student to potential shoot out. I’m leaving out the part where you spotted the guy before three trained officers.”
Mia laughs. They talk about Mia’s plans after graduation.
He was serious that she should consider law enforcement. He thinks to himself that he sure wouldn’t mind riding around all day with a partner like her. She’s beautiful. Long, espresso colored hair. It appears he could bounce a quarter off any part of her taut body. Breasts that rebel against the containment of her layered tank tops. They must be at least a C cup. Her skin coloring is similar to Brody’s. Her features have him guessing that she too is of Italian descent. Then he thinks again. He’d probably end up shot because he’d be looking at her instead of the bad guy.
They arrive at the station and Sergeant Cavanaugh leads Mia into the office. He introduces her to two other officers.
“This is Sergeant Bradford and Detective Anderson. You want to hang out here while I go file my report?”
“Sure,” Mia responds as she turns to look back at Sergeant Cavanaugh.
Sergeant Bradford takes the opportunity to privately tease Sergeant Cavanaugh about Mia. He mouths as she has her back to him. Damn, she’s hot.
Sergeant Cavanaugh grins and shakes his head as he starts to walk away. Sergeant Bradford pats the corner of his desk.
“Have a seat, Mia. Is Brody taking good care of you out there?”
“Oh, sorry. I mean Sergeant Cavanaugh. I’m sure it’s okay for you to call him Brody and I’m Danny. We’ve been best friends since we were in basic training.”
“Oh. Okay. I didn’t know he was in the military. What branch?”
“Army. Special Forces.”
“Cool. My dad is retired Special Forces. Now he’s a private consultant. He works out of the country most of the time.”
Danny moves his chair a little closer as he talks with Mia about her dad’s job. It’s an easy conversation. Danny is nice and very laid back. Not what she would really expect from a former Special Forces man or a cop for that matter. Come to think of it, Sergeant Cavanaugh, Brody, isn’t what she thought of when she thought cop. He was very attentive and it’s easy to talk to him. Mia smiles and laughs with Danny.
The hair on the back of Brody’s neck stand on end when he sees Mia sitting on Danny’s desk. Danny has positioned himself practically between her legs. Or at least that’s how Brody sees it. Mia is oblivious. She’s just innocently carrying on a conversation. Brody rubs the back of his neck to soothe the instant rage and… jealously that coursed through his body. He can’t explain the sudden urge to protect her. From Danny? From his best friend? It doesn’t make sense. Just because it doesn’t make sense, doesn’t keep Brody from acting on his impulse.
He stalks across the room to Danny’s desk. Danny backs away from Mia when he sees Brody approaching. Brody’s hand lands on Mia’s lower back, urging her from her perch. Mia looks back at him, giving him a sweet, innocent smile that soothes Brody far more than his own attempts. Danny leans back in his chair, watching Brody’s reaction.
“Let’s get out of here, Mia. We still have some time left on your ride-a-long.”
Danny grins mischievously, knowing he has pissed Brody off. He doesn’t care. They’ve been friends so long, pissing each other off is one of their favorite things to do.
“Hey, Mia,” Danny calls across the room, as he kicks his feet up on his desk. “You just let me know if Sergeant Cavanaugh doesn’t take good care of you.”
Brody shoots him a look that says if Mia wasn’t present, he’d be cursing his foolish head off right about now. Brody can’t figure out what it is about Mia that has him and Danny acting like teenage boys in a pissing contest of sorts. They are at least seven years older than her. She’s just a kid. A beautiful girl, but a kid nonetheless. Come on Cavanaugh, pull your head out of your ass. Get it together!
He opens the door of his squad car for Mia. She slides in with another sweet smile. It has the same calming effect as before. Brody takes a few deep breaths as he walks around the car. He pulls out to continue the ride-a-long.
He explains crime statistics of certain areas and what he looks for when he patrols. Mia leans toward him slightly as she gives him her undivided attention. Or maybe she didn’t lean closer. Maybe that’s just his imagination again. Wishful thinking on his part. Brody can’t stop picturing her at Danny’s desk.
“So, what did Danny have to say this afternoon?“
He tries desperately to sound nonchalant, not like a jealous lunatic. Even thought the later is far more accurate.
“Nothing much. He said you guys have been friends for a long time. That you were in Special Forces together. We talked about my dad’s job, he‘s retired SF. Now he’s a military consultant. He’s out of the country more than he’s in it. Oh, and he said I could call you Brody,” she says with a sweet smile. “Is that okay?”
“He did, did he? Sure, that’s fine with me when it’s just us. But you should probably stick with Sergeant Cavanaugh when we are with the group. Just to keep it professional. I mean we wouldn‘t want people to think you were getting preferential treatment.”
“Got it,“ Mia giggles, feeling pretty special.
Brody leans back in his seat and changes the subject, satisfied that Danny didn’t cross any lines with Mia.
The outreach program goes on as scheduled. Mia enjoys every day that she gets to see Brody. He enjoys Mia, too. It doesn’t matter that they act as if they aren’t getting closer day by day. Mia knows there’s something special between them. Some days they all stay together as a group. Other days they break up into pairs. Mia always ends up with Brody, because none of the others have returned the required forms and Brody can’t take them on ride-a-longs without it.
Every day he tells them to bring their completed form tomorrow. He doesn’t really care at this point, he would rather ride around with Mia anyway. They joke and laugh and flirt. It’s getting harder and harder to be with her and not touch her the way he wants. It’s hard to control the flirtatious games they play when they are with the group. Mia has slipped a couple of times and called him Brody. It doesn’t appear that anyone has noticed. Most of the teenagers are so self-absorbed that they don’t notice anything that doesn’t directly affect them. Or come to them via a smart phone.
On day fourteen of the twenty-one day program, Brody pulls into the parking lot of Mia’s school, after patrolling several areas of the city. Mia looks around. The parking lot is almost empty.
“What time is it? My ride is already gone.”
“It’s almost four o’clock. Sorry we’re a little late. You were so interested, I lost track of time. It’s not a problem I can take you home.”
“That would be great. Thank you,” Mia responds to his offer.
Brody thinks to himself, this will save him some time. Now he won’t have to run her information through the database to find out where she lives. As soon as he thinks it, he’s shaking his head in frustration. When the fuck did I become a goddamn stalker? I hunt down asshole, creeps that prey on kids. I’m doing the same damn thing that I despise.
He's hard on himself, his thought is a little harsh. Mia notices his expression has changed from a friendly smile to one of anger. He looks frustrated.
“Are you sure it’s okay? I can call my friend to pick me up. I’ll wait inside with the office staff until he gets here,” Mia offers.
She doesn’t want to be the source of his frustration. He?
Brody immediately protests silently. No way is he leaving her and especially for some guy to pick up.
“It’s not a problem at all, Mia. I’m happy to do it.”
She smiles and gives him the address. He knows the neighborhood. It’s pretty exclusive. He drives slowly down her street.
“There’s my house,” Mia chirps.
What Mia calls a house would be a mansion or estate to most people. Brody pulls into the circle drive, coming to a stop in front of a massive two story, brick home with beautiful columns and decorative molding around all the windows. Shit. There’s got to be at least fifteen windows across the front of the house. How many rooms does this thing have?
The click of Mia’s seatbelt draws his attention back to her. He gets out and meets her in front of the car. He walks her to the door. Mia slips her key into the lock and pushes the enormous door open.
“You want to come in?”
Brody follows her inside and closes the door behind him.
“Sure. I’ll introduce myself to your parents and apologize for being late,” he explains as he looks around the beautiful interior of her home.
This is not your average home. It looks like a model home, straight out of a high end decorating magazine. Every surface is polished to a brilliant shine. Every pillow fluffed and placed precisely on every chair and sofa. There’s not a thing out of place. He continues to follow Mia into the kitchen. She drops her backpack in a wooden bench with a hinged seat. She smiles back at him.
“Oh, my parents aren’t here. My dad is in China and my mom is on a long weekend with the girls in wine country.”
Brody’s senses go on high alert. He shouldn’t be here with her when her parents aren’t home. He knows how inappropriate it looks. He also knows how inappropriate his thoughts have been today. He needs to get out of here and fast.
“Oh, okay. Maybe next time. I’ll see you tomorrow at school,” Brody says, heading for the door.
“Hey! If you don’t have any where to be, I’m going to order a pizza. Most of it will just go to waste since it’s just me.” Shit! Shit! Shit!
Brody’s mind spins as he plans his excuse. He can’t stay. It just wouldn’t look good. He’s getting the hell out of there.
“I don’t have any plans. Pizza sounds great,” Brody responds. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What is wrong with me? What is it about Mia that has me going against my better judgment?
He doesn’t understand his reaction to her. He just knows he has to get it under control.
“Great! I’ll enjoy some company. What kind of pizza do you like? I’ll eat anything except anchovies.”
Mia digs through a junk drawer, retrieving a menu. She leans across the breakfast bar in front of Brody. He looks at her with a disappointed expression.
“I usually order anchovies only on my pizza.”
“Oh? Okay. I…I guess I can try it,” Mia says, forcing herself to smile through her disgust.
Brody laughs at her attempt to hide her feelings and at the fact that she would order it just because of him.
“I’m just messing with you, Mia. I don’t like anchovies either. The only place they should ever be allowed is Caesar Dressing, Brody laughs. “You want to get a supreme?”
“Whew! Thank goodness. I was going to pick each and every one of the nasty creatures off my pizza,” Mia grins, relief and a warm smile spreading across her face. “ Supreme it is.”
Mia calls in the order, then turns back to Brody. She walks backwards to the refrigerator.
“You want something to drink? You’re off duty, right? We have Dos Equis, water, tea, and root beer.”
“Yeah, I’m off. Dos Equis would be great. Are you sure your parents won’t mind? I mean they won’t think you drank it? I don’t want to get you in trouble or anything.”
Mia laughs out loud, shaking her head vigorously.
“You make it sound as if I have adult supervision. My parents don’t have a clue what is or isn’t in this house. Neither are home enough to know. They pretty much let me do what I want as long as I stay out of trouble and keep my grades up. It‘s only when I interfere with their lives that I get in trouble.”
She looks at him, changing to a more serious tone.
“Now, if one of our nosey neighbors calls my parents, you may have to explain why a police car is parked in our driveway.”
“Oh, damn! You want me to move it? Or, you know what, I should just go,” Brody stammers almost apologetically.
“I’m just teasing. You know this kind of neighborhood. None of our neighbors would ever call my parents. They will just spread rumors among themselves. It’s how the Rich Bitch Club works,” Mia rants. “Oh, sorry. I guess I shouldn’t be cursing around you. You are essentially my adult supervisor for the time being.”
Brody laughs at her assessment of the women in her neighborhood. It’s refreshing to see a young girl that wants more out of life than image and status.
“Your secret is safe with me. Although, technically I could cite you for serving alcohol underage,” Brody says with a wink as he takes a drink of his beer.
“Really? I’m always such a good girl. If I’m going to get a criminal record, it’s going to be for something really good. Something no one would expect from me.”
Brody takes another drink of his beer and leans forward.
“What do you have in mind, Mia? It almost sounds like you’ve put some serious thought into being a bad girl, Brody challenges. His voice cool and slightly seductive.”
“I’m not saying anything without an attorney. Besides, you’re the cop. You have to catch me and then prove it,” Mia answers teasingly, but with a hint of confidence.
She may not like the lifestyle of the ‘kept’ women in her neighborhood, but she is fully aware of what her daddy’s money can do for her. Her confident smirk makes Brody laugh. He enjoys her company. He also thinks it would be fun as hell to find the bad girl in her and give chase. He leans back on the bar stool watching her move through the kitchen with a two bottles of water and a glass bowl.
“Let’s go out on the patio. It’s really nice out today. Since you’re going to stay for awhile, go get Luka. He can run around out back.”
Brody follows Mia to the patio. He scans the back yard. It’s immaculate. He looks at the pool house. He has a nice house, especially for a single guy and for only being twenty-four, but Mia’s pool house looks bigger than his house.
“Shit! I forgot all about poor Luka.”
Brody rushes back through the house and out to the driveway. Who knows if Luka knows he was forgotten, but all is forgiven the second he sees Brody. He runs in circles around him, barking playfully. Brody kneels down, catching Luka’s face in his hands.
“Sorry, Luka. That girl is making me lose my mind. Let’s go, buddy.”
Luka follows behind Brody until they reach the back yard. Mia is standing beside a picnic table pouring one of the bottles of water into the bowl she brought outside. She’s changed into a bikini. A very tiny bikini. Brody virtually stares as she kneels down, placing the bowl on the ground and calling Luka. Brody watches in amazement at her humanity. She was already thinking of Luka’s care and well-being.
Luka shows his appreciation by drinking enough to get his mouth all wet, then licking Mia in the face over and over until he knocks her back onto her butt. Then he runs circles around her, rubbing his head on her. Marking her. Looks like Luka isn’t immune to Mia either. Brody notices that this must be the bikini she wears most often. When Luka knocked her down, Brody caught a glimpse of her tan line that matches perfectly to her suit.
“Easy, Luka! You’re getting too worked up, buddy. You don’t want to hurt Mia.”
As if he understood every word, Luka lays down beside Mia. She sits there petting him for several minutes, giving him all sorts of praise and affection. Finally, Mia stands up. She strolls over to Brody with a smile. Her tiny triangles she calls a bikini barely containing her perfect C cup breasts. Brody tries to fight the hypnotic movements of her breasts as she walks. It takes every thing he has to keep from blatantly staring.
“You want to swim? We have extra swim trunks in the pool house.”
She turns and dives into the pool. When she surfaces, her eyes go wide and she squeals as she back peddles in the water. Brody looks up just in time to see Luka in mid air. He splashes into the water right in front of Mia. She laughs and swims to the large tanning deck. The water there is swallow enough to lay down without it covering her head. Luka prances in the water, making it splash up around them.
“Oh, come on. He’s having fun. Let him play,” Mia laughs.
“You’ll be cleaning hair out of your filters for a month,” Brody warns.
“Pool guy gets paid to deal with things like that. It’s not a problem,” Mia shrugs unconcerned. “He usually just shows up once a week, checks the water and filters, drops off an invoice for a hundred bucks and leaves. I take care of the skimming, cleaning and the salt. So, if he actually has to work for his money this week, so be it.”
Luka jumps out of the pool and charges toward Brody. He jumps up on him, splaying his wet body all over Brody’s uniform. He retreats quickly back into the pool, leaving Brody standing on the deck soaked. Mia smiles happily.
“Now you’re all wet. You don’t have an excuse not to swim,” she giggles.
Brody sighs and gives in to Mia and Luka. He makes his way around the deck, to the pool house. He quickly changes, hanging his own clothes to dry. He takes a few minutes more than necessary. He re-thinks all the poor choices he’s made today. Finally he shrugs. He stands with an evil grin. He opens the pool house door.
“Mia! I can’t find them. Can you give me a hand?”
Mia hops out of the pool and hurries to help Brody. Just as she reaches for the door, Brody storms out, grabbing her by the waist and picking her up. Mia lets out a blood curdling scream from his unexpected attack. Brody moves her so that she’s draped over his shoulder and he sprints to the pool. He hurls her through the air. Her arms and legs flail around wildly until she crashes into the water. Brody jumps in right behind her. Mia surfaces laughing, her hair plastered to her face.
“You’ve always got to be aware of your surroundings, Mia. You never know where danger lurks,” Brody laughs.
“I thought you were one of the good guys. Now, I know better,” she teases.
They tread water together. Face to face. Brody can’t help but notice how her wet top clings to her perfect body. She may only be seventeen, but her body screams, loud and clear, I am all woman
! He hopes she doesn’t touch him. He’s not sure he can hold back if she does. Then again, he hopes to god, she touches him. He would love to feel her hands on his body.
Mia can’t keep from looking at Brody’s muscled physique. He’s absolutely ripped. The complete package head to toe. Well, she hasn’t actually seen his toes. Other parts of him beckon for her stare. He has those sexy washboard abs that lead down to the even sexier V that disappears into his borrowed swim trunks. She wants to touch him, but she doesn’t have the nerve.
Saved by the bell. Mia’s doorbell chimes throughout the house, sounding pretentious. Practically singing I've got more money than god, right to you face. She swims quickly to the shallow end of the pool and walks out. Brody watches shamefully as her ass, barely covered by her bikini bottom, sways in that way that entices a man to watch. He can’t help himself. Brody yells across the pool to her.
“Mia, my wallet is on the patio table. Grab some cash, babe.”
He squeezes his eyes shut as the words tumble out of his mouth. Fuck! Did I just call her babe? Out loud? I hope to hell she didn’t catch that.
"My mom left me plenty of cash. No worries."
Mia returns minutes later with a huge pizza box and a devilish smile.
“I’m not about to serve you, Cavanaugh. You’ll have to do the work yourself,” she teases playfully.
She knows full well that she would serve him in a heartbeat if he wanted her to serve him. Brody returns her smile. He’s sure he heard a little flirtation in her voice.
“I don’t mind working for it,” he growls out in a sexy tone, his eyes never leaving hers. “That’s half the fun.”
Mia can’t hold the stare, she looks away, shyly. Her shyness only makes her more appealing. Sexy as hell, actually. He can’t believe he said that to her, but he’s glad he did. It helped him know for sure she was flirting. Brody hoists himself up on the side of the pool. Mia watches as the water trails down his body. She swallows hard and sits down across the table from him. Suddenly, afraid to be too close to him. She might actually reach out and touch him. She fights to control that urge. She would be humiliated if he stopped her, rejected her. She assumes a man like Brody would have no interest in a girl her age.
Up until today, she would have been right, but Mia has him undone. Turned inside out. He’s fighting it, but he’s almost certain that this will be a battle he looses. Willingly. He needs to bide his time. He checked her paperwork at the station. She’ll be eighteen in thirty-six days. It still may not be appropriate, but he will most likely look past that and pursue her anyway.
They eat dinner at the picnic table. They talk about movies and music. They have several favorites in common. Once they finish eating, Mia runs into the house to get her phone. She shares some of her favorite musicians that weren’t familiar to Brody. She sits on the arm of his chair as they both listen through her ear buds.
Without thinking, Brody scoots his chair back, causing Mia to fall into his lap. He catches her by wrapping both arms around her. His cock responds instantly to the beautiful, half naked girl now sitting on it. He shuffles her quickly to her feet, hoping like hell she didn’t feel the raging hard-on bulging in his swim trunks. Hoping the cool water will help remedy his growing situation, he suggests another swim.
“You want to get back in the pool for a little while?”
“Sure. Race Ya!” Mia squeals as she bolts toward the water.
Pure instinct kicks in. Brody gets to his feet and lunges at Mia, grabbing her around the waist, picking her up and spinning her around. She squeals excitedly. Brody notices how soft her skin is under his hands. How close his mouth is to her neck. How small her body is compared to his. How his dick is so fucking hard it’s painful. He quickly tosses her into the water before she can feel his erection pressed into her back. He follows her in. Mia surfaces behind him. She jumps on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Her breasts smashed firmly against his muscular back.
“Gotcha! You should be more aware of your surroundings Sergeant Cavanaugh. You never know where danger lurks,” Mia purrs in his ear.
Brody laughs at her using his words against him. He twists her around to face him. Their bodies still crushed together. Brody breaks the contact immediately, pushing her gently away from him.
“I know exactly were danger lurks. I’m staring it in the face,” he says shaking his head. “Just hope I have enough sense to walk away,” he mumbles under his breath.
Brody grabs a towel from one of the chairs and heads to the pool house. He quickly changes and returns to the patio wearing his uniform pants and a t-shirt. He calls Luka, who has been sleeping in the cool grass.
“I’ve got to get going, Mia. It’s getting late. Gonna be dark soon,” Brody mumbles mindlessly.
All he can think about is getting out of there before he does something stupid. Although staying in the first place was stupid enough. He’s got to get over whatever it is that Mia does to him. One wrong move and his career would be over. He’s work too hard to let a stupid decision ruin everything.
“Are you afraid of the dark, Brody?”
He looks back at her to see a completely different smile. It’s no longer the sweet innocent smile she had earlier. It’s sexy and incredibly hot. So fucking tempting. He doesn’t respond, he just heads for the door. Mia walks quietly behind him, reveling in the fact that she has a grown man running for cover. She’s beginning to think maybe she was wrong. Maybe Brody could be interested in her. In her mind she says let him go. Don’t tease him anymore, but her seventeen year old body won’t listen. Mia opens the door for him. He steps out, looking back over his shoulder at her.
“Bye, Mia. I had a good time. Thanks for everything. I‘ll see you tomorrow.”
Mia grabs his bulging bicep as he takes a step toward the driveway, causing him to look back again.
“See ya tomorrow…babe,” Mia purrs with that same sexy smile.
Brody feels the heat rising in his face. He thought he had gotten away with his earlier slip of the tongue. He should have known better. Mia is a very attentive girl. She practically hangs on every word he says. He struggles past his embarrassment. He looks at her with far more confidence than he feels. He smiles and gives her a silent head nod.
“See ya,” he says as he walks away.
He gives one final wave as he pulls out of the driveway. He and Luka head home for some rest. And hopefully better success at pulling his head out of his ass.
Brody parks in his garage and takes Luka out back. He uses the garden hose to rinse the salt water out of Luka’s coat. It’s too late for a real bath tonight. He leaves Luka outside to dry while he takes his own shower. As soon as the steaming, hot water hits him, his cock demands attention. He’s pushed down his desire so many times today that it’s painful. Mia Rosetti has caused him a true case of blue balls. He stokes his swollen cock slowly at first. Just letting the water flow over him. Soon, he feels the distinct feeling pulsing in his gut and throbbing in his balls. He leans against the shower wall with his eyes closed. Visions of Mia float around in his mind. His strokes become more forceful and faster, until he groans loudly.
He erupts violently. Cum shoots from his cock, flying across the shower and sliding slowly down the opposite wall. Brody slumps onto the seat in the shower, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“My god, Mia. You’re going to fucking kill me and I’ve never even had you. Yet,“ he mumbles quietly to himself.
He sits there quietly for several minutes before he has the energy to finish showering. He towels himself off, goes down stairs to let Luka inside and grabs a bottle of water.
He and Luka go back upstairs to his bedroom. Brody falls into bed. He’s mentally exhausted from the sexual sparring he’s done with Mia all day. He can’t take another day like this. His only solution is to reassign Mia to Sergeant Sanchez. Yeah. That’s the smart thing to do. He needs to remove himself from the temptations Mia presents to him. He’ll simply keep his distance until she turns eighteen. Then, the gloves are off. He yawns and pats the empty side of his bed. Luka jumps up, claiming his spot.
Mia cleans up the patio before going upstairs to shower. She practically floats on air. Brody Cavanaugh is constantly on her mind. She can’t wait until she sees him tomorrow. As she showers, she’s aware of an unfamiliar sensation in her tummy and lower. She tries to ignore it, but it persists. Standing in her walk-in closet, wrapped in a fluffy pink towel, she decides what outfit she wants to wear tomorrow.
She wants to subtly remind Brody she’s a woman. Well almost. She chooses skin tight skinny jeans and a low cut, flowy blouse. The jeans make her ass look awesome and the top shows enough cleavage to get his attention. Happy with her choice, she drops the towel into the hamper. She crawls into bed naked. She lays there thinking about Brody. He is so gorgeous. She can’t close her eyes without seeing him.
That persistent twinge between her legs is driving her crazy. She’s never felt anything like this before. Slowly her hand creeps down her belly. She moves ever so slightly past the trimmed patch of curls covering her mound. As soon as she touches her clit, her body bucks forward. She keeps steady pressure on it and moves her finger in a tiny circular motion. Her body feels like it spasms every where at the same time. Her hips surge forward, grinding her finger harder against her clit. Suddenly, she screams.
“OH MY GOD! Oh. Oh. Ooooooh. Oh fuck, that feels amazing,” she coos as her first orgasm ever takes over her body. She’s never felt anything like this. She’s never experimented with pleasuring herself. It always seemed like something she wanted to experience with a lover. Not alone in her bed. That always seemed sad and lonely to her, but now she may change her mind. It was incredible. She knows who to thank for her first orgasm. Whether he was present at lift off or not, he was present and completely responsible for the pre-flight workup.
She lays in her bed more awake than before. Thankfully the nagging ache between her legs has been rectified. At least until Brody creeps into her dreams. She picks up a book from her night stand and reads until she has calmed down enough to sleep. Just as she expected, Brody is waiting for her in dreamland.
Sergeant Cavanaugh pulls into the parking lot with Mia’s paperwork. He has everything filled out and ready to place her back in Sanchez’s group. As he waits for Sanchez to arrive, he and Luka stand in the parking lot next to their car. Suddenly Luka’s attention is drawn to something across the parking lot. Brody turns to see Mia walking toward them with a warm smile. Luka can’t contain himself. He runs to Mia and jumps up on her, licking her in the face. He jumps again, knocking her to the ground. Brody runs to her, yelling at poor Luka.
“ No! Luka! No!”
Luka looks sad and immediately sits down when Brody yells. Mia is still smiling. She knows Luka was just excited to she her. She was excited to see him and Brody too. Brody kneels down in front of Mia. He does a quick assessment to see if she’s injured.
“I’m so sorry, Mia. He’s never down that before. Are you hurt?”
Brody’s dreamy brown eyes are filled with worry. Mia looks up at him. Her breath catches in her throat. He’s simply beautiful. He takes her hand in his.
“Mia? Are you hurt?”
“Oh. no, I’m fine. He’s just really strong. I lost my balance,” Mia whispers as she continues to stare into Brody’s eyes.
Brody stands, still holding her hand. He pulls her to her feet. She smiles and dusts herself off. She walks toward the police car as she begins to talk.
“So, what’s the plan for today, Sergeant Cavanaugh?”
Brody checks out her spectacular ass as she walks in front of him. He notices someone walking behind him. He looks over his should to find, Jayson, with a Y, staring at Mia’s ass. He already didn’t like this rich punk, but the way he’s ogling Mia, pushes Brody’s buttons. Brody’s blood begins to heat. His nostrils flare as he turns around to walk backwards in front of Jayson.
“Did you lose something, boy…in her back pocket maybe?”
A smug grin forms on Jayson’s face. He thinks Brody is playing around. He almost swallows his tongue when he sees the fierce look on Brody’s face.
“Do I look like I find something funny?”
“No…no sir, Sergeant Cavanaugh. S…sorry, sir,” Jayson stutters.
Brody takes a little pleasure in putting the fear of god into this kid. Someone needs to knock him down a few pegs. Cocky little prick.
Brody turns and walks away without another word. Not only does Jayson not look at Mia, he never makes eye contact with Brody again either. Which is just the way Brody wants it. Brody reviews everyone’s paperwork. Again, people have shown up without parental signatures. It doesn’t mean they can’t participate, it just means they can’t do the ride-a-long part. Brody is frustrated, in more ways than one.
“Those of you without sign permission slips wait here for the bus to take you to the station. Mia, lets go,” Brody barks his instructions.
He opens the door for Mia, but she just stands there. Stunned by the harshness in his tone. He makes a simple hand gesture, indicating for her to get in the car. His face says get your ass in the damn car and don’t test me. Mia slides in and he slams the door. He stomps around the car and gets in the driver’s seat. Even Luka senses Brody’s bad mood. He sits quietly and still in the back seat. They drive several minutes and not in the direction of the police station. Mia works up the courage to speak. Her voice trembles and it’s barely above a whisper.
“Where are we going, Brody?”
“I don’t know.”
“Aren’t we supposed to meet the others at the station?”
“Fuck the others,” Brody growls.
He’s pissed. Overindulged, spoiled, rich kids who think they are above the rules and think they don’t have to get the proper paperwork to participate. Smug little pricks like Jayson, with a Y, looking at Mia like she’s a dog in heat. Horny punk
. Dumb ass cop who can’t bare to let go of the beautiful girl sitting beside him. Fuck it all to hell!
Brody’s mind races a mile a minute. He had every intention of re-assigning Mia. As soon as he saw her walking toward him, he changed his mind. Then the Jayson incident pushed him over the edge of reason. He was taking Mia. He and he alone. Mia will be his. Thirty-five days. I can do this.
He finally takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. He turns his attention to Mia. Poor girl, she looks scared to death. Brody feels like shit. The last thing he wants to do is have her afraid of him.
“I’m sorry, Mia. I’m not angry with you. Give me a minute. Can you do that for me?”
His smile is sincere. He really wants to calm down before he interacts with her. She returns his smile and nods. She agreed, even though her smile was obviously forced. He can at least work with that. Brody reaches over, taking Mia’s hand in his. He gives her a reassuring squeeze. It seems to work. He feels her physically relax, but when he goes to remove his hand, she grips tighter, holding him in place. He can give her that. He did bite her head off and scare the hell out of her. They ride in silence with Mia holding on like her life depends on it. Brody drives to an area of town that rarely gets patrolled. He pulls over into a parking lot and shuts off the engine. He shifts in his seat to look at Mia. Her beautiful smile is back and melts Brody’s heart. He pulls his hand loose from hers. He traces her smiles with his finger tip, then along her jaw line.
“Are you okay? I really am sorry for yelling. I didn’t mean to scare you. I did mean to scare the shit out of that prick, Jayson. I was still fuming over him and I took it out on you. I’m sorry…babe,” he smiles as he emphasizes the last word.
“I’m not scared of you, Brody. I just thought I did something wrong. I thought you were mad at me.”
“No, Baby Girl. Not at all. Just my shit. Nothing to do with you. I‘m going to run in to the store. Do you want anything special?”
“Surprise me,” she says cheerfully.
Brody gets out of the car smiling from ear to ear. What thirty minutes with Mia can do for his mood. She’s got some kind of spell over him. He’s beginning to like it more than he should.
Mia kicks off her shoes and shifts in her seat. A manila folder falls from between the seats. A single sheet of paper slips out as she tries to pick the folder up and return it. As she places it back inside the folder, she sees her name. Curiosity gets the best of her and she reads the form. In bold letters across the top it reads: Transfer Assignment of Student.
Mia’s eyes begin to fill with tears as she reads that Brody is transferring her back to Sergeant Sanchez. She’s crushed. Her worst fear is playing out. He’s rejecting her. She shouldn’t have teased him. She pushed too far. Now, he doesn’t want anything to do with her. Mia panics when she sees Brody exit the store. His smile is wide, like he can’t even pretend to hide it. Mia quickly rubs her eyes and wipes the tears from her cheeks. She shoves the folder back between the seats. Brody slides into his seat and hands Mia a single rose.
“A peace offering. I’m really sorry I snapped at you.”
Mia looks straight ahead, but nods.
“Thank you. Sergeant Cavanaugh, can you please take me home?”
“What? Why? What’s wrong, Mia?”
“Nothing. I just want to go home. Right now, please.”
“Please, Brody! I want to go home. Please take me. Now,” Mia cries.
She wipes frantically at her tears. She doesn’t want to cry. She just wants to get away from him. She doesn’t want to hear him say he’s sending her away. She’ll go on her on.
“Okay. Okay. Just please don’t cry. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what happened. What’s wrong, Mia? Please talk to me,” Brody pleads as he drives in the direction of Mia’s house.
“I said it’s nothing. Nothing happened. Nothing’s wrong. I don’t want to talk. I just want to go home.”
They ride in silence, except for Mia’s occasional sniff. Each one rips a little more of Brody’s heart apart. He wants so badly to make things right for her. If she would just tell him what went wrong, he’d bust his ass to fix it. He doesn’t want to see her cry. She’s killing him. Brody pulls into the circular driveway. Mia’s door is open before he even gets the car stopped. She slams the door and runs to her front door. She fumbles with the key, but still manages to get it open and then slammed shut before Brody can get to her.
He stops mid stride when she slams the door. Message received. He slowly walks back to the car racking his brain to find something that he said or did that upset her. Maybe she got a phone call while he was in the store. He just can’t shake the feeling that it was him though. He contemplates knocking, but decides to give her some space. Time to cool off.
When he gets back in the car, the folder falls to the floor again. He sits back in his seat and bangs his head against the headrest.
“Fuck!” Brody curses out loud to himself. “She saw the stupid transfer form. I should have ripped it up and tossed it in the trash. She thinks I’m transferring her. Fuck me! Damn it!”
Brody gets back out and bangs on the door. Mia doesn’t answer. Now he’s getting annoyed at her childish behavior. He doesn’t yell, only because he doesn’t want the neighbors involved. He returns the childish behavior by ringing her doorbell repeatedly. He doesn’t care if it pisses her off. Any way to get her to acknowledge him. It doesn’t work. He finally gives up. He pulls out of her driveway and heads for the station.
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