Excerpt for Top Guns

Excerpt for Top Guns

Allie thought Lucy had been dipping into Max’s homemade wine when the young woman burst into the locker room and announced that there were a dozen half naked male cops going at it in an intense volleyball game match in the gym.

“Odds are on Jimmy’s team taking it right now,” she said, jumping up and down. “Come on.”

Allie dropped her shoe. “Jimmy? As in Detective ‘Tight Ass’ Jimmy McCullough?” She hated the way his name came out a little more breathy than she’d intended.

“You can count every bunch of muscle.” Lucy all but swooned. “It looks like a fucking all male strip show. Ain’t you coming?” she asked when she noticed Allie was just standing there, biting her lip and holding one shoe.

This is a bad idea, Allie thought, following her friend out of the locker room. Jimmy in his uniform was too unnerving for her. Jimmy in his tank top and shorts was sinful. Half-naked Jimmy was a fucking visual orgasm. This was a very bad idea. Maybe she could picture Sergeant Collins’s head on his body instead while she watched him. Ew. Okay, yeah. That would work.

Allie straightened her shoulders and entered the gym after Lucy. Fucking shit! There were a handful of the male half of the NYPD District 14 in shorts, sneakers and nothing else. Max’s team consisted of the police officers beneath him and Jimmy’s team were the detectives. Allie’s gaze flitted back and forth as she watched them. They were flushed and sweaty, running to keep the white ball in the air.

She noticed that her fellow female officers were whistling off to the side and making lewd comments while the men battled it out. Jimmy got ready to accept the ball on his side then she saw his eyes fall on her once he realized she’d entered the room. The ball smacked him in the back of the head.

“Man!” Karl protested the missed shot. Then he followed the focus of Jimmy’s gaze and clapped his hands together. “Oh! The legendary Detective Allie Harris has decided to grace us with her presence.”

“Thought I’d give you poor shmucks some incentive.” Allie winked at Karl, all the while feeling the heat of Jimmy’s gaze on her.

“Don’t put up an offer like that, Harris, unless ya mean it,” Mickey piped in, laughing.

“Awww, Mickey, are ya a-scared?” she taunted. “If you guys lose, I get to pick your punishment.”

“And if we win? You’re on the winning team’s paperwork duty for a week,” Max announced.

“No, whoever makes the match point gets to decide the reward,” Jimmy countered, his eyes never leaving Allie’s.

Sheeit, the guy had a way of looking at her that made her feel like he’d just taken her on the floor and fucked her hard and fast before his next blink.

She forced herself to bring her thoughts back on a safer track and tore her gaze away, focusing on Karl.

“All right, back to work gentlemen! We wanna see some panting and sweating!” Sheri shouted from the sidelines.

“Been a while, huh, Sheri?” Max asked, brown eyes light with teasing.

“Fuck you,” Sheri tossed back.

“Six of one, half a dozen of the other,” Max said, making a kissy face at her.

“Okay, foreplay over, you two. Back into positions, gentlemen. Max, I believe it was your point,” Allie said, moving next to Lucy on the mat against the wall. Marie stood at the board marking off the score. Hmm, it looked like the detectives were in the lead, Allie noticed. Her stomach tightened with a strange sort of anticipation. She didn’t want them to win of course. That would be silly. Though she was curious as to what reward Jimmy had in mind if the match point was his, which watching him was not far out of the realm of possibility. She stifled a snort. Probably would be something mundane exactly like making her do his paperwork for a week.

The game lasted another twenty minutes. Twenty of the hottest, sweatiest, most breathless minutes without actual touching she had ever been privy to. The room was bathed in the scent of male sweat and damn if it wasn’t making Allie wet as all get out.

It’d been a while since she’d had a good fuck. That was all, she decided, watching Jimmy running back and forth, bending to receive the ball, his shorts caressing the curves of his buttocks. Too damn long, she thought, her mouth dry. She watched the beads of sweat sliding from his forehead down his neck onto his chest. His skin was red with exertion. They all were. Heck even the women were growing quiet, watching the glistening men, except for the slight panting of breathlessness coming from the few female spectators. Allie closed her thighs tightly to try and stop the throbbing that had started there when he ran the back of his hand across his damp forehead.

The next shot sailed over to his team. He balled his fist up in the air and Allie could swear his eyes moved to her for a split second before he connected with the ball and spiked it down over to Max’s side. It landed a few inches from one of Max’s outstretched hands. So close. But not close enough. Shouts of victory went up on Jimmy’s team. And the women joined in with cheers and whistles when his fellow detectives pumped their fists in the air and slammed into each other in triumph. Karl and Jack lifted Jimmy up on one of each of their shoulders. He met Allie’s gaze and while his smile held, his blue eyes seemed more intense than she’d ever seen them. She shivered beneath his gaze.

“All right, Detective. What ungodly drudgery are you gonna make me perform?” she asked, forcing herself to her feet and stiffening her weak knees. The flush of his skin made his eyes look almost inhumanely blue. Fuck. God knew what he was doing when he made Jimmy McCullough. She watched the beads of sweat make their way along the flushed column of his neck, down into the hairs of his chest. Allie was almost certain if she were to press her tongue to the glistening stretch of skin over his collarbone, she’d hear a hiss and smoke would rise. When Karl tossed him a towel, Allie wanted to kill Karl just a little bit. Jimmy smiled at her, and, no lie, she grew wet between her legs. Lord, Harris! Get a grip!

“See, now that’s something that requires much consideration from an over-thinker like myself,” he said with a wink at her. He leaned in meaningfully. “I’ll let you know.”

“Oooh, Detective, you taking suggestions?” Karl asked as they headed out of the room.

“Oh! Thank you, ladies for being such an...uh...enthusiastic audience,” Jimmy said with a laugh. “Hope you enjoyed the game.”

“There was a game?” Lucy asked with a giggle while the female occupants of the exercise room all tilted their heads to watch the various tight posteriors exiting the room. “So what do you think he’s gonna make you do, Allie?” she asked leaning gently on the fabric of the volleyball net.

“Probably gonna make me rearrange his sock drawer according to function. ‘These are my uniform socks, these are my athletic socks, these are my dress socks and never shall they mix!’” she teased, mimicking Jimmy’s clipped tone.

“Or make you his lust slave for a week... God, why couldn’t I have thought of the bet first!” Lucy said with an exaggerated shiver that Allie was hard pressed not to emulate. Then she shook her head in amusement.

“Trust me, Jimmy is about as likely to make anyone a lust slave as Sergeant Collins and I are to sit and paint each other’s toenails,” Allie said, making the women dissolve into laughter while they split up and headed to the showers.

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