Torn in two

Chapter 1

~This story was originally titled 'Sex Games,' now extensively rewritten. Climb onboard as we take this journey together through Nikki's chaotic life. Will she choose her cop lover or her gang leading brother? Happy reading! ~
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     I was texting my best friend, Cindy, who I was supposed to meet at her house over half an hour ago.
Sorry. Be there in 5 min!
I type out on my cellphone while my other hand grips the steering wheel. We were supposed to be already heading to the grand opening of my brothers new night club in Miami.
In my defense, I always ran late. But now I was rushing and texting while driving.
And as if on cue for my illegal driving discretions, police lights flash behind me.
It'll be longer than 5 minutes now...
I slow my car, pulling over to the side of the road. Night was beginning to fall and we weren't on a popular road for frequent travelers. My stomach hitches from nerves and I silently thank myself for allowing Cindy to always have my location available.
As the officer makes his way to my rolled down window, my nervousness is wiped away. Replaced with infatuation by how surprisingly attractive the cop infront of me was.
"License and registration, please," his voice confidently embraces me.
The officer stands at eye level and my car suddenly feels small despite being a large Tahoe. His dark obsidian eyes pierce through my own with an equally dark set of thick eyebrows that contoured to his chiseled face. His skin rich with a reddish brown hue showcasing his Latin American roots. His features were breathtaking as if he was in the wrong profession. Wondering if he's tried modeling, I shake my head to focus back on reality and reach for my glove box to find my registration.
"Here you are," I innocently hand him the requested information as if I didn't just commit a driving law.
His intense stare causes me to swallow uneasy. He breaks the silence with his deep, husky voice, "I'll be back momentarily with your ticket for texting while operating a motor vehicle," he whips around back to his car without offering anything further. Damn straight to it.
I'm too ashamed to pick up my phone to send Cindy another apology text for running late so she'll just have to keep waiting.
I feel like I've been waiting entirely too long after 10 minutes rolled by. Was something wrong?
My phone buzzed from the passenger seat and I could make out that it was Cindy.
Where are you?
And another.
Hope your bro isn't too upset when we're late.
"Ma'am can I have you step out of the vehicle for me?" I didn't even hear the cop come back to my car.
"Is something wrong?" Surprised by his question.
"This road has recently been a dumping ground for various drugs and weapons. Do I have your permission to search you and the vehicle?" He examined my face and his gaze falls to my lips as soon as I spoke.
"I guess that's fine," sounding more like a question.
My mind became jumbled by the intensity of his presence.
"You guess?" He reiterates slowly, searching for confirmation on my face.
"Y-yes," I try not to stutter, "I mean, search away," I forced confidence in my voice.
I'm reality, I was nervous. Being in the presence of authority was nerve wracking as it is. But being subjected to a search, by an extremely attractive officer while in the darkening of night, alone on a back road, was somewhat uncomfortable and daunting. I focus on my breathing as I open the door to the Tahoe and slip out, firmly planting both heels in the gravel.
I forgot I had on 4-inch laced-to-my-thigh heels that accompany my extremely revealing, tightly fit, short red club dress.
The outfit didn't go unnoticed.
I heard him suck in a breath.
His eyes widen as he fixates on every curve of my body as he unashamedly checks me out.
I suppose he could be visually checking for drugs and weapons, right? But his stare was hungry, as if the meal I was serving was the most delicious thing he's ever seen. His examining eyes lasted too long for this to be a normal traffic procedure. He exposes a smirk as his eyes land back on mine.
"Are you going to frisk me now, officer?" I slowly question this handsome cop infront of me, a playful smile dancing across my lips.
"Keep quiet," he demands.
He takes a large step forward making me back up from the roughness of his tone, my back pressed against the side of my car. I meet his hard eyes with my own unwavering gaze. I wasn't nervous in the slightest anymore. Despite his tough exterior and rough words, he ignited a flame inside me. I wanted him to touch me. And I knew he wanted that too. Finally, his large hands firmly press into my shoulders and begin to slowly travel their way down to the indentation of my waist. Heat radiates from his hands, trickling down, seeping into my insides, causing my legs to slightly spread. My body naturally responding, craving for his hands to reach further down. I frown as his hands move the opposite way and work back upwards. I could have sworn I heard him chuckle. He moves his hands over my stomach, above my ribs, and reach right beneath the curves of my breasts. My pulse thumps so hard I wonder if he can hear. His thumbs gently graze over top of my bra, causing my nipples to pucker. A moan accidentally escapes my lips. Mortified, my eyes shoot up to meet his. But I am surprised to find lustfully filled ones instead. The desire in his eyes are apparent. His stare deepens as if he's trying to read my soul. I refuse to break contact as if my life depends on this connection. Our breathing synchronizing. I knew he was feeling the same undeniable connection. That is, until he flips me around. Disoriented, my cheek squishes against the cold glass of the window as his body weight pins me against the vehicle. I unknowingly push my behind out, connecting with his crotch. I can feel the twitch from his length inside his slacks. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back, exposing my neck. He's definitely aroused now. The heat from his now ragged breathing fans my neck, sending goosebumps down my spine. I swallow the lump in my throat, which I know we both can hear. He releases my hair sending my brown waves to flow down my back. The sudden absence of his hands makes me shiver. His lower half still firmly pressing into me so I'm unable to search for his hands. Finally, his hand makes contact with me once again, grabbing at my left arm and bending it backwards. Then repeating the same motion with my other arm. I hear the clicking before I feel the coldness from the cuffs pinching at my wrists. I don't have time to process what's happening or protest because he hauls me off of my car, slamming my body against his. He pushes our conjoined bodies towards his cop car, despite him having a raging hard on. Once reaching the back, he stretches his left arm around me, revealing the slightest outline of a tattoo underneath his well fitted uniform. He unlatches the door, carefully cupping the back of my head to guide me, as he pushes me down onto the brisk leather seat. Managing to look up into his eyes in the darkening of night sky behind him, I search his stoic expression for more. His jaw tenses and he's breathing heavy, as if he wasn't sure of his next decisions. Instead, the words he spoke next shook me to my core: "Miss, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can, and will be used against you in a court of law. You're being detained for sexual misconduct," slamming the door in my face.
The blood drained from my face.
If I could die from embarrassment, surely I would be dead already.
The officer was speaking on his phone but was muffled through the bullet proof glass. I couldn't make out any words.
Sexual misconduct?
I misinterpreted every possible vibe I received.
I lay my head back and stare at the car ceiling, letting out the breath I didn't know I was holding.
Now I'll have to call my brother on one of the biggest nights of his career and ask him to pick me up from the station.
I don't know what's worse at this point, my embarrassment or the dread of having to call my brother.
The officer taps on the glass, startling me.
He props open my door.
"Hop out and I'll get those cuffs off of you," he ordered but not as sternly as before.
I was too mortified to ask why. I quickly hop out and turn around.
As he goes to release my hands from the cuffs, I feel his thumb trace across my wrist. To soothe me, say sorry or to turn me on, I clearly couldn't interpret this man's actions.
The movement from just his thumb still managed to make my insides turn hot again.
I make sure my body doesn't betray me and react this time, unwilling to spend the night in the slammer.
"You're free leave," he simply states once the cuffs are tucked back in his vest pocket. He looks so unfazed, whereas I feel like I have whiplash.
"Why?" I ask while I rub my wrists where the cuffs were.
Shut up and just leave. Internally shouting at myself, not wanting to get into deeper trouble.
"I didn't want to stop," he explains.
I just stare at him, wondering if I heard him correctly, but unable to answer.
"I'm on duty and would easily have gotten fired if this were to progress," he explains further.
Oh thank god, I didn't just imagine that.
"Do I still get a ticket for texting?" unable to acknowledge anything further.
"I think detaining you was punishment enough," he eyed me warily.
"If you say so," raising my chin and challenging his gaze.
We maintain our distance but the invisible electricity began crackling between us once again.
The radio from inside his cop car began hollering indistinct codes I didn't understand breaking us from our trance.
"That's my partner, I have to go," snapping himself back into work mode, he's already in his car before I can catch my breath.
"I'll see you around, Nichole," he closes his door without looking at me again.
He peels out onto the dimly moonlit street and flies down the road towards the bright city.
Assuming he knew my name from my license, he made me want to use my full name again.
It's Nikki.
I take a moment to rebalance myself from the chaotic encounter. The creepiness of being alone engulfs me and becomes suffocating. I race towards my car before whoever was dumping drugs and weapons on this road can get me.
Once safely inside I lock my doors.
I swipe my phone from the passenger seat and realize another half hour elapsed.
12 texts and 3 missed calls from Cindy.
And only 1 text from Greg, my brother.
Could be worse, I shrugged.
I quickly dial Cindy to reassure her I'm not dead in a ditch and I'm on my way.
She answers on the first ring.
"Where are you?!" She hollers through the phone.
"I'm driving I swear, but I got pulled over," I cry out.
"For speeding?" She laughs.
"Texting," I sigh.
"That's unlucky. Well hurry up we can't afford another delay. Greg already has a table for us,"she teases me and I could practically hear her jumping from anticipation.
"See you in 5," I promise.
"I've heard that already," she sang out.
I hang up and finally make my way into the bustling night life of the city.