WHO WILL SHE CHOOSE? HER COP OR HER LAWYER?

EPISODE V

Today was like any other month. I have to complete my traffic duties. I don't mind it. On nice days it's great, but some days, being in this uniform is downright torture. It's not so bad today. We were working outside of old lady Abbot's house. She doesn't bother anyone much. The workers started busting through the concrete around eight thirty. I directed traffic to turn around. It's beyond me how these people can't see giant orange signs that say road closed. I had ear plugs in when they started using the jackhammer. I felt a tap on my shoulder and figured one of the guys was trying to get my attention. I turned around to see this cute little thing standing there.

"MATE!" I growled with my jaw squeezed tight. She was just as surprised as me. More like she was terrified of me. Her eyes were bouncing back and forth, looking at mine. She didn't say anything to me. She bolted back into the house.

The workers were looking my way. I shrugged and they went back to work. I'm trying to wrap my brain around what just happened. I wanted to go in there and find out why she ran, but I couldn't leave my post. I can't believe this is happening to me again. So much for third time being the charm, right? My roommate is going to have a field day with this one. At least I have someone to confide in. I couldn't hold off until the end of the day. I pretended I needed to use the bathroom and, since there were no outside toilets, that gave me my chance.

*BANG BANG BANG BANG*

It was't necessary, but it was urgent.

"THIS IS THE POLICE, OPEN THE DOOR." I yanked out the ear plugs and waited. I was just about to bang again when the door was opened by old lady Abbot. "Excuse me, ma'am. I'm looking for the young lady that just ran in here."

"My, my, my, you are one handsome man." Her husband had been dead for some time now.

"Thank you. Is she available?"

"I'm afraid she is a little shy."

"She doesn't want to see me?"

"Young man, she's young. You look like you have ten years on her. Do you have a card? I'll be sure to give it to her. Let her make the first move." She winked at me. She must know the young woman very well. I always keep cards in my wallet. Handing her the card, I looked up her stairs inside.

"Thank you, Mrs. Abbot. When she gets a chance."

"Your welcome. Bye-bye."

There was no other choice but to leave. I had a job to do, even if it was bulls*t work. It was hard keeping my eyes off of the front door. I was willing her to come back outside. It didn't work. By three o'clock everything was packed up and it was time to go home. I debated knocking before I left. I can't rush into anything this time. Things need to go slow. I want one time to stick. This time it would be great if it lasted. I drove home to shower the day's heat off of me.

"Bae? Are you home?" That is my roommate and ex-fck buddy.

"I'm in the shower." She's a hybrid wolf. The other part of her is a witch, but she doesn't know much about that side of her. Nor does she know much magic.

"How'd your day go?"

"You first." Yes, she was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet while I was in the shower.

"Nothing good or fun happened. Another mundane work day. What about you?"

"I met my mate."

"Are you sure?" She perked up at the mention of meeting my mate.

"If growling the word 'mate' is any indication, I'd say ya, I'm sure."

"That's greeeaaatttt. I'm happy for you. It's about time." I know she's upset, but we had an agreement.

My name is Sebastian Moorrisson and I'm a police officer in Savannah, Ga. I live with my roommate, Sophia Turner. We've lived together for about four years. I was looking for a roommate. She answered the ad. It didn't matter gender, I just needed half my bills paid. It was a plus with her being a she-wolf. A year later, our relationship became more than roomies. She wanted to get laid and so did I. My partner at work would constantly tell me I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I shrugged it off. He was also a wolf. He requested to be partnered with me. Made sense. It wasn't long after that Sophia told me she didn't like my fellow officer and partner. They've only spoken on the phone. How can you judge someone like that? I didn't know what was going on with them, but I did my best to keep them apart. I managed that. Sophia was the jealous type. I chalked her attitude up to jealousy.

Sophia was still talking to me, but I wasn't listening. I had my bedroom door closed and I was getting dressed. No, Sophia and I never shared a bed. Other than s*x, which always happened in her room or the couch. I didn't want her or anyone sleeping on the side of me. I looked at my bed, lusting after my mate. My mate, I didn't even get a chance to ask her name. It's driving me insane. I heard my work phone in the living room.

*RING RING RING*

"Hello?" This girl, man.

"What are you doing?" I pulled the phone from her grasp. She knew better than to answer my work phone.

"Your phone rang."

"Damn it, Sophia. This is my work phone. You can't just answer it. Hello?" I was pissed. She needed no reminder that this phone was off limits. Whoever it was hung up.

"I'm sorry. I thought it was your personal cell."

"Sophia, you know the difference. Fck off with that sh*t. I swear if you cost me my job."

"I'm sorry. It was a mistake." She walked into her room and slammed the door.

I clicked on the number to dial the last call.

"Hello?" It was a soft feminine female voice. Just above a whisper.

"Hi, this is Officer Moorrisson. Did someone just call me from this number?"

I knew who it was. My mate had called me. She was apologizing for calling and saying she didn't want to ruin what I had. I knew it was her, but I asked anyway. Why was she apologizing? I heard the word 'mistake' and my heart started to beat rapidly. I can't have another mate reject me. Sophia came out and I knew what had happened. She thinks Sophia and I are a thing.

"No, it was." She hung up on me. I wasn't going to let this go so easily. If she didn't want me, she would have to tell me face to face. I gave Sophia a hate-filled look and redialed my mate's number. It continued to ring.

"Something wrong?" I've tried dating. Sophia has always managed to scare them off. I wasn't going to let her do that to my mate.

"You need to get it through your thick skull, we aren't a couple. We aren't mates. The agreement was, when either of us met our mate it was over."

"You haven't fcked me in six months, Sebastian."

"FCK BUDDIES. I am nothing to you. You are nothing to me. Do you understand that? I don't have to do anything with you. DON'T FCK THIS UP FOR ME." I grabbed my wallet, both my phones, and my keys. I'm going back to old lady Abbot's house.

As I drove the ten-minute drive there, I was thinking of things to say to her. What was I thinking? What am I doing? I shouldn't be putting any pressure on her. I needed to see her again. Even if it was for a split second. I tried my best to stay calm as I crept down her street. I stopped just outside the gate. It was open. Am I making a mistake? Another mate left me in the dust. This time I hadn't had a moment alone with her. Screw it. I won't know unless I try.

I knocked and waited. Both my hands were on either side of the door frame and I was leaning inward toward the door. I saw her face immediately. She looked up and panic set in once more. I said hello and she tried slamming the door in my face. My hand caught it and stopped it from closing. She wasn't very strong. It doesn't mean she wasn't using everything she had to get the door closed.

"Why are you running away from me?" She claims that she wasn't, but her words didn't match her actions. "You did earlier. Then you called and hung up. I called back and you hung up again. I figured you couldn't hang up if I was standing in front of you, but you proved me wrong by trying to close the door in my face." That got her to stop fighting so hard.

I didn't know old lady Abbot was close by. She was letting her niece know she was off to bed. She knew I was at the door. Greeting me in her sweet old lady voice she used earlier, she had my mate looking at her. I returned a pleasant greeting of my own. I chuckled when she told us to have fun. I watched my mate flush and then blush at her words. I got my moment when my mate went to help her aunt.

"I'm good, sweetheart. Sit, finish watching your movie, talk, makeout. Whatever it is you kids do these days." This old lady was a riot. No bones about saying what she was thinking. I can't wait to get old and be that blunt. My mate was embarrassed. It was cute.

Seeing that I had stepped over the threshold is when she finally asked me in. I was thrown off by her not using my first name. I'm not on duty, so addressing me the way she did, wasn't necessary. I told her she could call me by my first name. After all, I wanted to make her scream it to the world. There's no point hiding what I want to do with her. It's what we wolves do. I followed her into what I assumed was the living room of this place. She abruptly stopped. Before I could step back, she turned into my chest. There she goes apologizing again. I definitely didn't mind her being that close to me. I wondered if her nervousness was because she'd never been intimate before. It's not a secret how things in our world go. We aren't in our world, we are in the human world. That complicates things.

I was right in my assumption. She thought Sophia was my girlfriend. How do you explain to your other half that you've been fcking someone while you hoped and waited for your mate to come along? Bluntly, but softly. Using someone to get your kicks isn't the same as making love to a person that is special to you. Telling all of this in the first conversation was not how I pictured this going. She couldn't or wouldn't look at me. That was deeply unsettling.

"Are you not happy you have found your mate?" She blurted out she stalked my social media. I don't bother with that. I made one because of Sophia. She posted the last picture. Very little about me, but it made me wonder what she could've found.

"Happy belated birthday." That's all she got? I didn't know my birthday was visible.

I thanked her and suggested we sit down. She became flustered after I made the joke about my chest being a microphone. She offered me a refreshment. I declined. I didn't want to be away from her. I had her sit first, ladies first. She still wasn't looking at me. Was she just shy like her aunt told me? It could be that, coupled with inexperience. I took action. Lightly grasping her chin, I lifted her face. I took in every feature on her face. She had a frown line on her young face starting between her brows.

I had to switch from the topic that was being played out in my mind. Her name. I still don't know what it is. I thought she was fcking with me when she told me her name. I gave one of those 'yea right' kind of laughs. I realized she wasn't kidding around when I got the 'I'm not screwing with you' kind of look. She wanted me to let go of her chin. I was afraid, but I did. I needed to know more. Learning her age confirmed what I was told from old lady Abbot. It was a big gap. She's of drinking age. I'm fine with it. I just don't think she was.

No answer from her was a loud and clear one for me. This wasn't going to go anywhere. I don't fcking understand. Just one kiss was all I wanted before I left her. I've been down this road before. My heart can't take anymore. I caught her lips as she went to look down again. Baxter is flipping his lid. He keeps screaming she's the one. Her lips were as soft as they looked. Fitting perfectly under mine. My body quivered with excitement. More so when she grabbed me, pulling me closer. Her mouth opened for me and I wasn't going to resist. I didn't know if that was what she wanted, but I took it. Our tongues thrashed against one another. I placed my hand on the side of her head to slow down her movement. Our kiss was no longer rushed and reckless. It was now like we were doing the rumba, until she pulled away.

"My aunt was right. Things are completely different with your mate." With the right one? Absolutely. I'm sure her lips felt the same way mine did. I couldn't have planned for that to go any better than it did. I was close to her, but I wanted to be closer, maybe steal another smooch.

"We can't have s*x tonight." I moved back as she was quick to separate herself from me. The idea was there, but I couldn't take the chance and screw this up with another mate.

"Who said we had to do that?"

"I'm just saying. You can do that with Sophia, right?"

Did she just suggest that I have s*xual relations with someone I haven't touched in six months? That's not going to happen. I wasn't angry with her. It was pure shock. I expressed that I wasn't going to do that. I don't understand how mates could cheat on each other. No relationship is perfect, but there's no reason to hurt someone that deeply. I had to ask her. Being a virgin, being scared for your first time was the only logical reason I could come up with. She's had s*x. I know that's something every guy has on their bucket list. What kind of person looks forward to causing that kind of pain to a female? I'm glad I've never come across that opportunity. I don't think I could go through with it.

Be like that? Like what? Mates? I don't treat females like they mean nothing. Sophia, well she deserves it sometimes. I offered to court her. I didn't want to have s*x with her right away for my own personal reasons. I want to do this right. It really doesn't matter how long it takes. I want to get to know her. I want to be her friend first. I want to have everything with her and I believe she is the one that can give it to me. I guess my words were comforting for her because she asked me to finish the movie with her. It was Top Gun. Who doesn't love Top Gun? I think maybe Freedom had another reason to watch, but that was fine with me. She agreed to play it from the beginning.

I took her hand and sat her down on the couch. I pushed over closer to her and placed my arm behind her head on the back of the couch. My eyes followed as she leaned over, grabbing the remote. When she came back, she leaned her back on me, her head on my shoulder. This was nice. It was simple and perfect. I wanted to hold her, but I felt it was best to enjoy the simplicity of watching a movie together. I didn't think anything of it when she touched my hand that was resting on my leg. Suddenly she was on me. I had to adjust both of us because her knee was sinking between the cushions. I didn't know what her plans for me were.

It's been six months since I've gotten laid. I hoped Freedom didn't want to talk about the first thing that popped up. My hands were on her hips. I know what I wanted her to do. I know what I wanted to do. It was her turn to make a move. She did, taking my lips and making them hers. Her hands were on my chest feeling me all over. I needed to control her from grinding on me. I placed my hand just above her hip. My other hand was on the back of her head. It was getting hot and heavy. She was trying her hardest to untuck my shirt. I assisted by lifting us both up. When her hands made contact with my skin, my body responded by sending tremors of pleasure through me.

"Freedom, this isn't what you want." I had to stop her. This is what I regret doing in my past. Getting caught up in the bond and taking what I thought belonged to me. It's never a guarantee, no matter who decides it should be. She was afraid of me not too long ago, now she wants us connected? I can't allow myself to fall for that ploy again.

She wasn't very convincing. It was the ritual wanting to be completed. If this wasn't a serious moment, I would've laughed. I doubt she has the ability to turn anyone off. I pushed her on to me and lifted myself. There was no better way to prove to her that was far from the case. It was great to know she was willing to allow me to access to her soft pink hot box. Her need was there because she had gone without s*x longer than I had. I was floored that she tried using the mate bond to get me to fornicate with her. Not this time.

"Do you want to make me happy?" More than she could imagine.

She wanted to take me to her room and, as she put it, 'make love to her'. I knew better. I suggested we wait. I could come back tomorrow. That would give her time to calm down and take a cold shower. I lifted her off of me and got up. I needed to make adjustments. Freedom was sitting close enough to my crotch, she grabbed onto my s*x member and rubbed me. It felt so good. I closed my eyes from the pleasure. I balled my fists because it felt like I was ready j*zz in my pants. I resisted and told her I needed to go. I used work as an excuse to leave, but she continued to tempt me. I moved out of her reach.

"Walk me out?" You don't understand how hard that was for me.

"Sebstian, stay with me."

Baxter didn't care. He wanted what belonged to us. He slammed her against the wall by the door. He wasn't much for being touched. Her hands were over her head, she wasn't struggling. I didn't want her to enjoy this, this isn't right. It's not the way it should happen. Her breathing was ragged because my heavy body was against her petite one. Baxter looked into her eyes. How was she not afraid of me acting in a rough way? When I was nice she ran away from me. Baxter's thoughts were to mark her now. If he did, she couldn't leave us. Just as he was about to, I regained control. I was breathing heavily, inhaling her scent as I did. I sucked on her neck, Baxter kept pushing me to do something I knew was wrong.

"AHHHH." Her small cry rang in my mind as Baxter had taken over again, starting to break through her flesh. She was struggling beneath my body. Marking should be done quickly. It was a fight between Baxter and I. So the marking process was lengthy and long-drawn-out. I had control again and stopped myself from continuing. "Why are you stopping?"

"I'm a cop. What I have just done to you was assault."

Fcking Baxter. I know she said she wasn't complaining, but that was wrong. I had to get out of there. It was difficult not to run to my truck. I needed to have a long talk with Baxter when I got home. FCKING ASSHOLE.