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"Mhm ... there, hmm."
"Right here?"
"Mhmm, yes."
"Feels good?"
"Mhm," came the breathy, airy reply.
Ryan squeezed Sudie's shoulders and exhaled. His hands probed the tense muscles of her shoulders and neck gently. He was trying to help her relax, but an entirely different thing was happening to him.
"Hmm ..."
He swallowed and cleared his throat. "You're doing it on purpose," he said, his voice husky—raspy.
Ping.
A notification came in on Sudanie's phone. Sudanie reached for it and opened her messages.
"Good morning, darling." It was Ryan texting.
She stretched lazily and smiled.
She rolled onto her side and started to text her reply: "Good morning, sexy." She placed the phone near her pillow and waited.
Ping. A new text message. She opened it. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. Ryan screenshot a pic of himself in a black t-shirt, his left hand lifting the end of his shirt to reveal the hard muscles of his abs. Sudanie swallowed involuntarily. Another message came in: "What do you think?"
"Give mi di roast chicken and vegetable rice."
"What kind of gravy yuh want on it?"
"Dem going to cook oxtail?"
"Yeh."
"Put some oxtail gravy on it. Hol' on deh ..." A pause. "Cross-buy, yah support Chevon round robin?"
Shane looked up from the stack of files in his hands. He was heading to Superintendent Dacres' office. Sergeant Mark Reynolds was standing beside Sergeant Nichayla Davis. She was writing down Mark's order for Sergeant Crawford's round robin slash birthday party. It was being held that Saturday.
"I may have plans," Shane answered.
He punched him. Right in the mouth. If Mark wanted to report him that was fine. Right now he didn't give a shit! He was furious. Mark had set him up. The one person he had a solid friendship with on the Force betrayed him.
Sudie heard something. He wasn't sure how much of the conversation with that Judas she heard, but now she wasn't answering his calls. He needed to see her. He needed to explain. Yes, what he said had some measure of truth to it, but he did care for her. He was falling for her.
The sexual attraction between them was real. It was her that his body craved. Her that his member ached for every time he saw her. That night he stood in the shower and touched himself was about her. Not once did Lissa cross his mind.
"Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom." - Song of Solomon; ESV
"Again!" ACP Grant barked.
Ryan bent forward flexed his hips and flipped Corporal Montgomery over on his back on the padded mat.
"Corporal Stewart you need to bend your knees, or when you do that maneuver you'll hurt your shoulder."
ACP Grant called Sergeant Blackwood over as a sparring partner and demonstrated the defensive move in a quick, fluid motion.
"What did you observe?" ACP Grant asked.
"Sir, you dipped your right hip and bent your knees to carry the momentum over from your shoulders and arms," Corporal Stewart said.
"Good," ACP Grant said. "Now you're going to do that move again and again until you get it. Afterwards, please see me in my office at 1000 hours."
"Sir, yes, sir," Corporal Stewart replied.
ACP Grant nodded. "Senior Superintendent Smith will continue the sparring exercises."
SSP Smith stepped forward. "Alright gentlemen. Let's go."
Sudanie went to the door. "Who is it? she yelled, annoyance clear in her tone.
"Sudie, open the door!" The voice on the other end sounded like Claude. Her stomach dropped. 'Does he want to talk about the kiss? Oh God, not now!'
"Claude?"
"Yes, Sudz, open the door. It's important!"
"What is it?" Ryan came up behind her. He touched her lower back. "She has company."
"Is that Corporal Stewart?"
Ryan and Sudanie looked at each other. That was Dana's voice.
"Dana, what is it? What's the problem?" Sudanie's heart rate was going through the roof.
"Ask your boyfriend," Corporal Barracks said with a tone of derision. "Ask him why Sergeant Reynolds is threatening to report him to the IPROB if he doesn't apologize to him and pays his doctor bill."
“Ahh! Yes! Kevin! Yes! Uh ah! Right there! Kev… ! Kevin! Ahhh! Mhmm! Yes, baby!”
Shaiyan walked into the living room and froze in her tracks. She had just stepped in from a grueling 9 hour work day. The apartment, which she shared with her fiance, Adrian, was usually quiet.
When she opened the door she wondered if through her haze of tiredness she had stepped into the wrong suite. But it couldn’t be. This was apartment number 58. Her key worked perfectly. Then, the name being called in a high, breathy tone was also throwing her off. Kevin? Her fiance’s name was Adrian. 'What in the world is this?' she wondered, as a mix of anxiety and confusion bloomed in her chest.
The jarring sound of metal hitting glass jolted Shaiyan awake. She had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for Adrian to come home. She looked at her phone. It was 2:30 in the morning. Her movements were sluggish when she turned onto her back and looked up.
Adrian finally returned. She quickly stifled a yawn but took her time to sit up. She steadied herself among the soft cushions. She rubbed her eyes and tried to focus her gaze on him.
"Where were--"
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