Without limits ssion and.., p.56
Without Limits: A BWWM Collection of Passion and Desire, page 56
After she was out of sight, Quint followed the Chief’s instructions and left for the station. His mind spun with the tasks ahead, blinding him to the beauty of the botanical wonderland. A forced smile greeted the curious onlookers as he entered the building, but no words were exchanged. He wasn’t a stranger to the unit, and everyone knew that his transfer and promotion came as a last request from the deceased officer. His hand shook as he unlocked the door that still held the previous occupant’s name plaque. He wasn’t ready to face the finality of his loss, but nothing he could do could bring Tor’i back. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside and felt his chest tighten with emotion. He could almost sense the man’s presence in the room, reinforcing that he’d keep true to his promise if he didn’t get his way.
“You know your daughter as well as I do, T. Haunt me until hell freezes over—she’s not going to cave and making me miserable isn’t going to change things. Damn it, you old bastard. I’m going to miss you,” Quint stated out loud, lowering himself to the worn, leather chair. Choking down tears, he ran his hand over the large Sunrise shell sitting on a small, hand-carved pedestal. Lisel had found it on the beach and asked him to carve the word ohana into the underside and then begged him to make a base for it so she could give it to her father as a gift. Seeing it on the man’s desk reminded him that Tor’i Jones was the only family he had. The man had saved his life, pointed him in the right direction, and stood by his side until he became the man he was meant to be.
Lisel wasn’t the only one who lost a father that day. His little Lisel-weasel.
Lifting a framed photo of the girl’s graduation from the police academy brought back a rush of affection and pride. She had grown into a stunningly beautiful woman with soft, caramel skin that glistened in the sunlight, and long mid-night black lashes framing large, almond-shaped eyes. Holding the picture in both hands, Quint leaned back in the chair and sighed. Life turned against him when Lis showed up to the police training program on the Big Island. It was no coincidence when the department chose him to partner with his best friend’s twenty-two-year old daughter.
She had always been a handful as a child, but he hadn’t anticipated the bad ass attitude of the young rookie as she stood before him that day. Friend of the family, or not, Lis made it perfectly clear that his years in the military police and LAPD failed to impress her. She had her own way of doing things, most of which didn’t comply with police standards, so without Tor’i around to referee, every discussion with her turned into a heated argument. When she publicly stated the requirements of working with her included shutting his mouth, keeping his opinions to himself, and focusing on doing his job, not hers, things went straight downhill.
His fellow officers sighed with relief that they hadn’t been saddled with the woman, and offered their condolences every time they crossed his path. Out of respect for his friend, Quint conducted himself professionally and maintained a pleasant demeanor but keeping up appearances was no easy task. Lisel knew his every button and pushed them constantly, rejoicing each time he grew close to losing his temper.
His pleasantness and professionalism were tossed out the window the day they drove to her apartment after she spilled coffee on her uniform. The memory replayed in his mind as though it were yesterday.
“Lis? Make sure you grab a windbreaker. There’s a storm coming in tonight,” he called from the living room.
“I don’t need you to tell me how to dress. I’ve lived on this damn island most of my life and can tell you exactly when and where a storm’s going to hit, and how hard and long it will last. It’s going to rain like usual, so don’t worry that your sugary sweet candy ass might melt,” she yelled back.
Bristling, Quint inhaled and counted backward from ten. “Congratulations for being a human barometer. Grab your coat and stop arguing with me. I... what in the hell are you wearing?”
Lisel lifted her chin and placed her hands on her hips. The white cut-off shorts contrasted with the rich chocolate skin belonging to long, firm legs and a perfectly round backside. Her tight abs peeked out from beneath a white crop top and showed, to his surprise, a glittering rose gold belly button ring with tiny handcuffs that swayed with every annoyed breath. The sneakers were the only sensible item on her body.
“This outfit is much more practical than a uniform once it gets wet.”
“You’re on duty and aren’t going anywhere dressed like that.”
Rolling her eyes, she placed her hands on her hips and said, “Just because you’re almost old enough to be my father doesn’t mean you can tell me what to do. I’ll also remind you that the captain said we can wear street clothes when we’re not patrolling in the city.”
“First, I’m only twelve years older than you are and eleven of those years come equipped with experience, common sense, and rank. Second, the captain was specific with what he meant by street clothes and you know it. Get dressed properly so we can get back to work.”
“Fuck off.”
He raised his right eyebrow and crossed his muscular arms. “Excuse me, officer?”
Lisel tilted her chin to glare into his face. His six-foot-five frame towered over her, yet no fear registered in her beautiful eyes.
“I don’t believe I stuttered. If you think I’m going to follow your orders, you can go fuck yourself. I’ve been putting up with your control issues for three weeks and I’ve had it. Just because you’re my dad’s friend doesn’t give you the right to talk down to me.”
“Talk down to you?” he repeated. “I’m your superior officer and obeying my orders is not an option. My ‘control issue’ might be the very thing that saves your little ass one day.”
“It’s no wonder you’re not married. No woman could stand being around a misogynistic asshole like you.”
The deliberate comment cut to the core, and she knew it. Newly divorced, he still reeled from his ex-wife’s affair with a coworker. He wasn’t about to give her the upper hand and show how her words hurt him.
“I’m trying to be patient, Lis, but you’ve gone too far. Apologize right now. I mean it.”
She laughed in his face. “Absolutely not. Now, if you’re done playing Mr. Caveman, let’s get on the road.”
“I’m giving you one more chance to apologize. I’m not kidding around, either.”
“Oh, Boo-Hoo! What are you going to do? Call my dad and tell on me?”
Maybe he shouldn’t have lost his temper and grabbed the bait.
Maybe he should’ve walked away and let her explain to the Captain why she went AWOL over something as ridiculous as clothing.
Maybe he should have stared her down and see how long it would take for her to cave and look away.
He played each scenario in his mind, and how he hoped things would end, but each had the same result. She was correct in one respect—he liked being in control. He also abhorred disrespect. It was time Lisel stopped treating him like an inconvenience and, to do that, he needed to teach his little rookie a lesson in common courtesy and manners in the only way he knew.
A single jerk of her wrist sent her sprawling across his lap as he lowered himself to the sofa. Before a protest escaped her lips, his large flat hand struck mercilessly upon her well-toned, and very enticing, bottom. Her livid shouting, cursing and desperate kicking failed to make him release his hold. He wasn’t about to let go, not until the brat apologized for her rudeness and nasty disposition. Her father might never speak to him against after this, but a man didn’t turn a blind eye when it came to his pride.
Lis fought tooth and nail as he pursued his goal of turning her backside into a well-cooked rump roast. He kept silent as he spanked her, focusing all his energy to the well-aimed strokes of his hardened palm. His military stint and daily workouts in the gym had strengthened him over the years; but even he was surprised that it took a good ten minutes of unrelenting action applied to her pert, little hind end to finally obtain the response he was seeking.
“I’m SORRY!” Lis finally wailed, her voice breaking, “Quint, please stop! I’m so sorry. I’ll listen to you, I promise!”
Quint landed five more strokes for good measure to her upper thighs, and then rested his hand on the quivering mounds. He felt the heat radiating through the material of her thin shorts and prayed she didn’t notice how his cock bulged under the material of his trousers.
“No more attitude, Miss Jones?” he asked.
Lis shook her head. “No more attitude. Please, let me up.”
He complied, pulling her to stand between his knees as he held her forearms. All that and still not a single tear! “I’m here to teach you how to survive on the streets and be the best cop you can be. Learn what I teach you. One day, my lessons could save your life.” He leveled his hazel eyes with hers.
Her rich brown skin glowed with the red of a blush. She nodded and lowered her face. “I will. I’m sorry.”
“Come here, you little weasel.”
The willingness she displayed as she fell into his arms surprised him, as did the lip crushing kiss that joined her mouth to his. The following moments were a blur as clothes flew from their bodies in frenzied anticipation.
Quint flipped her onto the soft couch and straddled her between his knees. "We shouldn’t be doing this."
"You’re right, for once. Are you going to stop?" She panted, her fingers entwined in his short, dark blond hair.
"I have to. I really have to stop,” he said, pressing his lips to hers. She tasted sweet and warm as her full mouth opened to his tongue’s demands.
“Yes, you do. Unless you’re shy.” She taunted him.
“There’s nothing shy about me, and you know it. Are you sure you want this?”
“I’ve dreamed of it since I knew what a cock was for. I’ve...I’ve had a crush on you since I was a little girl.”
He froze. “Are you still a virgin?”
Her soft hands cupped his face as she nodded. “I’ve been waiting for you. You’re all I’ve wanted all these years. I trust you with my heart. You’ve proven to care about me even though I can be difficult.”
“Difficult?” He chuckled, running his knuckles down the side of her breast. “Lady, you’re impossible, but I’ve always been a guy who likes a challenge.”
“Show me how much.”
Placing his hands on her face, he ran his thumbs down the sides of her temples, cheeks, chin and neck, then flattened his palms over her breasts, ribs and stomach. He lowered his mouth to kiss her stomach.
“Let’s go to my place. We’ll have more privacy and won’t have to worry about your neighbors banging on the wall,” he whispered.
“What about work?” she panted as he pulled away.
“Get dressed while I make a call,” he said, picking up his cell phone as he pulled his pants back on. “Hey, Captain. Moore here. We’re off city patrol this evening and there’s a storm coming in. What do you think about us hanging around the storm side in case we’re needed?”
“Don’t you live around Ninole? Go to your place and stay on call. I don’t want anyone on the street if they don’t have to be.”
“Are you sure that’s a wise move, Cap? I’m with Officer Jones,” Quint said, winking at Lis.
“I’ll check in with you to make sure she didn’t throw your body into a ravine if you piss her off. Toss her a beer or two and see if you can keep her calmer than the storm.”
“What did I ever do to you to deserve this?”
The man laughed. “You’re hale aikāne with her father. We both know that’s why she was sent here to train, and the reason you ended up with her.”
Quint grunted. “Family friend, or not, consider this a promise, Captain. Payback’s a bitch.”
“Frankly, son, you scare me a lot less than she does. Good luck, my boy. I hope to see you alive and kicking come morning.”
He was alive and kicking, all right. She was wet and ready for him before they even walked up the stairs to his house. With her legs wrapped around his waist, and tongue fucking his mouth, he carried her straight to his large bedroom and placed her on the bed. Her clothes were tossed to the floor next to his and he resumed his position with his lips on her stomach.
“Fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me,” she begged, her eyes heavy with lust.
“I don’t want to fuck you. I want to make love to you,” he mumbled, his mouth moving over her smooth mound. He parted her puffy lips to get to his prize. He hadn’t expected the pale, pink flesh hidden under her folds. There was so many wonderful things to learn about her body and he couldn’t wait to begin.
“Your mouth...oh, my god.” She writhed under the taunting of his tongue, gasping at the occasional nip and moaning as he explored her slit. I can’t wait anymore. Please. I’ve been waiting forever for this.”
“I need to go slowly. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Fuck that, Quint. Hurt me,” she hissed, pulling away and flipping to her hands and knees. “Don’t make me wait any longer. Fuck me from behind!”
Her round ass and shining pussy begged him to obey her command. At the same time, he sensed her need to be dominated and allow her to release control.
“Put you head down and stick that ass high in the air. Higher!” he ordered, smacking her backside. She quickly obeyed and raised her backend as high as she could. “Reach behind and grab your ass with your hands and show me your pussy and your asshole. Faster.”
With each smack of his hand, more creamy juice flowed from her hungry sex. He ran the tip of his cock along the length of her delicate crevice and then returned to her slit. The bulbous head of his cock darkened as his shaft throbbed with need. He used her wetness to lubricate it and then eased the tip into her untried entrance.
“Do it!” she shouted, shoving her ass toward him. With a growl, he entered her, his thickness stretching the thin skin that held him in place.
"Oh!" she cried out as he slowly began to drill into her body. "Quint! More! Harder!"
Her pussy's lips grabbed at him as he plunged in and out. Forcing her back into an arch with his left hand, he then reached around to capture a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled and pinched the dark, pebbled nub and began to move faster within her tight hot body, slapping the back of her thighs with his heavy balls. Releasing her nipple, he spanked her ass sharply and grinned as she moaned in both pain and pleasure.
She liked things rough, but how much? He pulled out of her and flipped her to her back, and thrust his hard, pulsating cock back inside. Pushing her knees to her chest, he held her in place with one hand and used the other to deliver a series of hard, stinging slaps to her exposed cheek and thigh. She mewled with pleasure, and then lightly slapped his face.
Quint pulled back with surprise. So that was how she wanted to play? He mounted her again, this time with his cock dangling in her face while he attached his mouth to her pussy. Spreading her lip apart, he finger fucked her while sucking and nipping her engorged clit. He groaned as her mouth engulfed his manhood and used her lips and tongue to copy his motions. His fingers dragged to her tiny, tight asshole and penetrated it slowly, exploring further after he felt her muscles relax. A second finger followed, and then his thumb, stretching her ass as she swallowed his cock. A slow, drawn-out moan grew into a scream of release as the orgasm erupted inside of her. Quint didn’t stop, working her ass with his fingers and licking her clit, hard and fast, back and forth, and brought her to another mind-bending orgasm.
He refused to release her just yet. Repositioning himself between her knees, he hooked her ankle over the back of his neck to spread her wider. Pulling her clit into his mouth to work it with his tongue, he turned her into a writhing, wild animal beneath him.
It was his turn. Quint plunged his cock again into her dripping pussy. He slowed his motion as she relaxed in the position, withdrew his wet cock, and placed its round head against her tight asshole.
Lis' eyes widened as he carefully pressed into her, pausing to give her time to accept the stretching of her virgin hole. Her juices trickled down and pooled on his shaft, lubricating him as his slid his fat cock deep into her dark recesses. Nails dug into his shoulders, raking him hard enough to draw blood. With a final growl, Quint pressed fully into her. He held her tightly to his body until her soft walls softened in submission and then tightened with desire.
He rocked in and out of her, his movement guided by the pulsating tempo of lust. She was tight, so tight, that it almost hurt. But this was the type of pain he relished. They came together, groaning into the other’s neck as her hot, tight ass swallowed the hot load of jism.
When his dick softened, he slid out of her and pulled her to his chest. “I’ve never felt that way before. It was incredible. Are you okay? I was pretty rough."
"More than okay," Lis whispered. “And feel free to be as rough as you want. I trust you.”
Chapter Three
“Lieutenant Moore? Sorry to bother you, but the Chief just called and asked me to give this to you.”
Jarred from his thoughts (and thankful that his full-blown hard-on was hiding behind a desk), Quint looked up and nodded his thanks as he accepted the envelope from the officer’s hand. It held a small key and a note that said ‘Open Me.’
“Very funny, T. This is one rabbit hole I wasn’t prepared to jump into just yet. You’re just getting a belly full of laughs at my expense, aren’t you?” he grumbled. “Now, where do you belong?”
He juggled the key in his hand and scanned the room for clues. After a ten-minute search, he uncovered a slim metal box behind the dust-covered Policy and Procedures manuals. It contained an envelope dated eighteen months earlier with his name boldly printed on the front.
My dear Quinton,
Since you’re reading this letter, I must have finally bit the big one. Please don’t be angry for keeping my poor health a secret from you. I’ve known about my condition for years which was why I did everything I could to ensure you’d be sitting at this desk once I was gone. That being said, I asked the Chief to make sure you came to the station directly after the funeral so you could be alone AKA Lisel’s not around. Make yourself comfortable, son. This is gonna be a long, bumpy ride.
