Disturbing The Peace (Romps #1)
Disturbing the Peace (Romps #1)
Copyright © 2012 by Roxie Rivera
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Roxie Rivera
All he wanted was one fucking night of sleep. One. Single. Night. But the girl who lived upstairs seemed intent on tormenting him. She was playing that god-awful electronic music again. The throbbing, thumping base rattled his brain and left him wincing.
At least she wasn't exercising. Those midnight cardio circuits she did drove him insane. It sounded like an elephant was doing jumping jacks when she did her late-night workouts. Stunning, really, considering he'd met her in real life a couple of times and she couldn't possibly weigh more than one hundred and twenty pounds.
Jamie wiped a hand down his tired face and glared at the ceiling. How the hell had his life come to this? Forty-three years old and recently divorced, he'd been hosed in the proceedings and now found himself living in an apartment complex that catered to college kids. Oh, it was a nice place and had great amenities—but the neighbors? Sweet Jesus! He was going to lose it one of these nights.
Maybe tonight
. Thinking mean thoughts, he shoved out of bed and stared at the locked box on his dresser. He'd never been more tempted to use his badge and gun to intimidate someone into behaving decently in his entire life. Though it was fun to entertain the idea, he quickly batted it out of his mind. There were better ways to go about this.
He slipped into the t-shirt he'd left on the bench at the end of his bed. He stuffed his feet into sneakers, snatched up his keys and left his bedroom. Out in the muggy East Texas night, he locked his door behind him and headed for the staircase. He mounted the stairs two at a time. The higher he climbed, the louder the music became. The muffled sounds of a blaring television carried across the breezeway. On all sides, he was surrounded by inconsiderate jerkoffs.
At the girl's door, he hesitated before knocking. What the hell was her name? He blanked. Even though he'd spoken to her a couple of times he couldn't remember it. He doubted she'd remember his. Anyone so self-centered that she'd torment her neighbor all hours of the night probably wouldn't take the time to memorize a name.
He used a loud, heavy knock, rapping his knuckles against the door hard enough to penetrate the pounding thud of music. A few seconds later, he heard the music volume fall. He stepped back from the door so she could see him through the peep hole and waited. The deadbolt clicked and the door swung open to reveal a sight he hadn't been expecting.
Standing just an inch or two over five feet, the petite beauty with dark hair and pale brown eyes wore the tiniest grey shorts he'd ever seen and a paint-splattered blue camisole. Brightly colored specks of paint dotted her arms and hands.
It was abundantly clear to him that she wore no bra or panties under her skimpy getup. There wasn't enough fabric in those shorts to hide panties. Her nipples poked against the thin cotton of her paint-stained camisole. Either she kept her apartment very cool or she was aroused by the sight of him. He figured he wasn't lucky enough for it to be the latter.
His gaze lingered on her bare feet and happy rainbow-colored manicure before moving to her face. She looked annoyed. Her delicately shaped eyebrows were arched in an expression of frustration. "Can I help you, officer?"
"Detective," he corrected and hid his surprise that she'd remembered he was in law enforcement.
She pursed her lips. "Can I help you,
detective
?"
He decided to get right to the point. "Your music is too loud."
"Is it?" She glanced over her shoulder toward what looked to be a makeshift studio space and then shrugged. "It didn't seem that loud to me."
"Well it did to me and I have to get up early."
"And that's my problem how?"
Jamie couldn't believe her rudeness. "You should learn to show some respect for your neighbors."
"Or what? You'll spank my ass,
Grandpa
?" Her eyes glinted with a spark of mischief. Jamie wasn't sure whether to take the insult about his age seriously or not. If she was trying to get a rise out of him, she was succeeding.
"Don't tempt me,
kid
."
She snorted and started to close the door. "Whatever."
Jamie reacted on instinct and grabbed the side of the door to prevent it from closing. A look of shock flashed across her pretty face. When she licked her pouty lips, he realized she wasn't scared by his aggressive move but turned on by it. That little bit of knowledge momentarily stunned him. Dirty thoughts raced through his mind. Could he act on them? Better yet—should he act on them?
His baser impulses won. For so long now, he'd denied himself the soft flesh of a woman. He'd suppressed his need for sex and comfort while dealing with the pain of his personal life imploding. It hadn't been easy on his ego to watch his wife with a newer, younger man.
But now a young woman, younger even than the swinging dick who had stolen his ex-wife, displayed interest in him. Lust ignited low in his belly. Throwing caution to the wind, he stepped into the apartment and slid his arm around her waist. She sucked in a surprised breath and jumped in his arms when he kicked the door closed behind him. Jamie smashed his mouth to hers in a passionate, possessive kiss.
She mewled like a kitten but didn't try to tug free. He stabbed his tongue between her lips. The taste of something sweet with just a hint of lime exploded on his taste buds. Cherry limeade, he realized suddenly, and it tasted heavenly.
He plundered her willing mouth and let his hands ride the subtle curves of her petite frame. Her small breasts pressed against his chest. He grabbed her ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze. She whimpered and wound her arms around his neck. On tiptoes now, she nipped at his lower lip and sucked it gently. He growled against her mouth and wondered just how fast he could get her out of those tiny shorts and on her back.
She put both hands on his chest and shoved him back toward the door. Panting and trembling, they stared at one another. Finally, she spoke. "Are you married, Jamie?"
He blinked. "You remembered my name?"
"Of course." She quirked a smile. "Why? Did you forget mine?"
He started to admit that he had but then it hit him. "No,
Corrie
, I didn't. And, no," he added carefully. "I'm not married. Not anymore."
She nodded slowly. "Okay."
"Why?"
"I don't sleep with married men."
She spoke with a lot of conviction. He'd always been good at reading people and her issues were coming through loud and clear. He sensed she'd had a personal betrayal in that department, probably her father stepping out on her mother. Not wanting to delve into a subject that deep, he joked, "Neither do I."
"Good to know." She smiled and held out her hand. "My bedroom is this way."
He eyed her couch, the brown leather worn and soft. "I don't think we're going to make it that far."
He snatched her by the waist and hauled her tight to his chest. She flushed with excitement and he claimed her mouth again in a sensual kiss. His hands slid under her shirt to feel her soft skin. He cupped her breasts and brushed his thumbs over her hard nipples. She gasped against his jaw when he pinched them and lightly rolled them between his fingertips.
He watched her face and noted her excitement. So she liked having her nipples tormented? Maybe his naughty neighbor had a hidden kinky side. If so, this night could get interesting…
He grasped her hand and tugged her over to the couch. Hot on his heels, she trailed him across the open living and dining area. When he sat down on the edge of the couch, he spread his thighs just enough and then yanked her face down across his lap. He caught her off-guard and managed to put her into position before she'd even realized what had happened.
"What are you doing?" She twisted on his lap but he put his forearm across her upper back, clamping her in place. "Hey! Let me up!"
"No." Jamie enjoyed the way she wriggled and fought him. "I'm taking you up on that suggestion."
"What?" She sputtered noisily and put her fingertips on the carpeted floor. "You're going to spank me?"
"You bet I am." He grasped the waist of her small shorts and tugged them down her hips. Her bare ass jiggled as he dragged the fabric down to her thighs. He licked his lips at the sight of her. She was a fucking wet dream come true.
"No way!" She wiggled side to side and almost fell off his lap. "Let me go!"
"Hold still!" He smacked her ass cheek hard enough to make her yelp.
"Ow! Don't do that!"
"Do what? This?" He smacked her backside again and delighted in the bright pink blush that blossomed on her skin.
"You pervert! Quit spanking me!'
"Pervert?" He laughed and caressed her sweet little ass. "Young lady, you've got a lot to learn."
"You're about to learn what happens to dirty old men when the girls they spank call 9-1-1!"
He laughed at the idea of the two patrolmen he knew very well showing up on her doorstep. "Honey, go right ahead. I'll let Mike and Kevin know that I'm just doing my duty by punishing you for disturbing the peace."
"Disturbing the peace? I—"
"Enough." He spoke firmly and silenced her protest with a couple of good whacks.
She cried out and shook her hips. "Ooh! No more! No more!"
"Do you know how many nights you've kept me awake, Corrie?"
"No." There was no mistaking the hesitation in her voice.
"At least two weeks' worth," he said. "Maybe more. You know what I think?"
"No."
"Well I think you should get one good smack for every night you kept me up. What do you think?"
"I…" She hesitated again. Sounding braver than he'd anticipated, she said, "I think I've been a very bad girl."
A grin curved his mouth. Well now.
That
was unexpected. "Yes, you have."
"You should punish me…sir."
"Oh, I'm going to, honey." Cock throbbing and heart racing, Jamie embraced the role of disciplinarian. "I want you to count them for me, Corrie."
"Yes, sir." She sounded breathless but not with fear, with excitement and anticipation. Apparently, his naughty little neighbor had embraced her kinky side.
His hand bounced off her bottom. She gasped with each strike but counted them off like a good girl. "One, sir. Two, sir.
Oooh
! Three, sir."
Her moans and whimpers made his dick pulse and his balls ache. She wiggled and cried out as he beat her perfect ass. The flesh beneath his palm became red hot. "Six, sir. Seven, sir. Ah! No! No! Oh! Eight, sir."
He was so hard now. He was sure she could feel his cock jutting into her soft belly. He wondered if this was turning her on as much as it was him. There was only one way to find out but first…
He delivered the last few blows, each one harder than the last. She squealed with pain but counted them as he'd instructed. "Four-fourteen, sir."
She inhaled a ragged breath. No doubt there were tears streaking down her beautiful face. Her cherry-red ass had white splotches at the spots of impact. He traced the outlines of his hand. She whimpered and sobbed, the sound filling him with even more lust.
"What do you have to say about this, Corrie?" He had to know. Was she regretting it? Had she enjoyed it? More importantly, would she let him do it again?
He didn't even know why his mind went there. This was clearly a one-off. He'd been lucky enough to catch this nubile temptress on a horny night. He wasn't naïve enough to think otherwise. He'd just been in the right place at the right time.
"Th-thank you, Jamie," she stammered softly. "Thank you for teaching me this lesson."
"Are you going to keep me up late again?"
There was a moment's pause before she answered. "Probably."
He couldn't help but smile at the mischief in her voice. No doubt she wore an impish smile.
Jamie's hand followed the curve of her ass. He stroked her upper thighs and then stroked up toward her lower back. He watched goose bumps spread across her skin. Apparently, she was sensitive after that spanking.
Wanting to see just how much his spanking had affected her, he slid his hand between her thighs and tugged them apart. She whimpered and widened her thighs as much as she could with her shorts around her knees. The elastic stretched taut between them.