Page 84 of Sapphire's Gem
“Wylde.”
“Hayden. Call me Hayden.”
“Hayden. This can’t continue. We’re too different. Look at what just happened. A uniform pulled in one of our stable to bring us down. If you and I got together, you’d be called a dirty cop and much worse,” I said softly as I sat opposite him.
I tried not to hunch up, but couldn’t help it. Other people’s opinions never bothered me, but Hayden’s did. There was no way I’d ever want him to think badly of me, and I knew in time he would. It was awful and sad, but the truth.
“I’ll never leave the club, Hayden, and you’re a cop. At first, you might believe what people would say wouldn’t matter. But sooner or later, the negativity would grind you down. Their prejudice, hate, and gossiping would break us apart. You’d have a choice, me or the job.”
I wrung my hands together, and Hayden’s large, warm ones covered them.
“Nobody can make decisions for me except me. You’re forgetting, I’ve already gone against what’s expected of me, Saph.”
“That was against your parents and the country club set. This would be the city whispering about you. You work so hard. What will you do when you’re constantly passed over for promotion? When nothing you do is right. Or when colleagues stop inviting you to parties, etc. It will happen, Hayden. Could you see yourself taking me to the police ball?” I asked.
“Yeah, I could. Because being a cop is a job I do, and I love it, but that’s only a part of me. If I quit, I could become a PI or something,” Hayden replied, holding my eyes captive.
“Look at what happened with Maverick. Could you arrest one of us?”
“Easily, yes. And that’s where I think you and your sisters would struggle, not me.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You’ve already proved it, Saph. You held the fact I was law enforcement against me over Maverick’s arrest and over the raid on Sparrow. But when I walk through your door, and say I’m home, I’m not an officer of the law. Detective Wylde is left at the office. All we need to do is agree that the man I am with you and the cop are two separate beings.”
“But you’re not.”
“But we are. I could cart you off to jail and then come home and kiss you stupid when you’re released. It wouldn’t make adifference to me, but I think it would to you. You’d hold a grudge if I arrested you or one of your sisters.”
I held his gaze. “Honestly, I’d try not to, but I couldn’t say it wouldn’t happen.”
“And yet, despite all that, I’m willing to risk a relationship,” Hayden said, and the emotion in his eyes stilled me. “Come here, Saph.”
I slipped off my armchair and knelt in front of him.
Hayden cupped my face. “I want to wake up to this every morning, Saph.” He bent his head, and his mouth touched mine. Electricity fizzled through me, shocking me with its intensity. His lips were warm and firm, and he coaxed mine open. I sank into the kiss as shivers ran down my spine. Hayden yanked me closer and deepened our embrace. My nipples hardened in response as my fingers brushed his muscled chest.
I remembered that Hayden had been shot in his shoulder and avoided the area as I slid my hands over him. I slowly pulled his tee free from his waistband and slipped my hands up under it. Gently, I grazed his stomach wound and moved so I didn’t cause him pain. Hayden murmured against my lips. I broke the kiss as Hayden reached up and yanked his tee off.
My eyes feasted on the tanned, sparsely haired, muscled torso in front of me. Four scars marred the perfect flesh. An old white one on his right shoulder and the new ones. Just above his heart was a red mark, and a cut where doctors had removed the bullet. His gut also held a similar mark, as did his shoulders. I knew Hayden’s rib had been pierced from the side—and that one they’d dug out like his gut wound.
I placed my hand on the injury near his heart. “So close,” I murmured.
“They didn’t win, Saph. Baby, I’m still alive,” Hayden said and drew me in closer. I wanted to tackle him to the floor and banghis brains out. I’d never needed sex as badly as I did right now, and that was from one kiss.
Everything about Hayden drove me insane—his smell, his looks, his voice, and his laughter. I yearned to own all of him, but I couldn’t. That wouldn’t be fair. But I could have one night.
“Come with me,” I murmured, and Hayden looked deep into my eyes. Whatever he saw there made him smile as he rose to his feet and followed me into my bedroom. I kicked the door shut.
“Strip, and get on the bed,” I ordered.
Hayden didn’t hesitate, and I nearly passed out in excitement as his naked body appeared. Shit. I was desperately trying to control myself, as I knew he still felt pain. He plumped some pillows behind his head and lay down. His hand slowly caressed his hard cock as I swallowed and tore my clothes off in a frenzy. That was mine!
Naked, I crawled up the bed towards him, kissing and licking his thighs. My hair trailed loosely and made him shiver as I reached for his cock. I knocked his hand away and replaced it with mine, and stroked him up and down. A bead of precum appeared, and I lowered my head and sucked it off him. Hayden’s hips arched in response, and I smiled.
Gripping Hayden hard, I took him into my mouth. Hayden was far too big to fit in fully, but I got as much in as possible. He was thick and long, and my jaw stretched to accommodate his girth. My free hand dipped towards my pussy and slipped between my folds, and found my clit. As I sucked him off, twirling my tongue and gently running my teeth over his length, I played with myself.
“Saph, give me your pussy,” Hayden ordered, and I tapped a no on him. “Saph, spin around right now.”
