“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Dawkins said, Kirk hit the lights and stepped on it.
When they arrived, the detectives exited the vehicle, opened the trunk, put on vests and then Dawkins grabbed the shotgun before Kirk could reach for it. They headed inside and the second they walked through the door, a masked man behind the front counter looked at them and raised his gun.
“Police!”
When the man fired at them, Kirk returned fire and the shooter went down. Just then, another man stood up from behind the counter and he began firing. Kirk and Dawkins ducked in an aisle and ran toward the rear of the store for cover, with Kirk firing his gun as he followed her. They took cover behind the endcaps.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” Dawkins said and fired down the aisle, but she missed and one got away.
Then a man that was behind the pharmacy counter loading up on drugs opened fire at them. Another man came out of the back room and he opened fire.
“How many more do you think there are?” Dawkins asked.
“I don’t know, but we won’t last long here.” Kirk reloaded his weapon. “Cover me,” Kirk said.
When Dawkins opened fire with the shotgun, she was immediately fired upon. Kirk stood up, took a couple of shots, dove for the floor and fired. He hit the one behind the counter and then he crawled behind a shelf. With the shooter down, Dawkins stayed low and moved toward Kirk as the last shooters sprayed the aisle with bullets.
“This last one is mine,” she said, handing Kirk the shotgun and taking out her sidearm. “Cover me.”
When Kirk fired, Dawkins stood up and ran down the aisle firing at the shooter as he made his move toward the door. He stopped at the door and turned.
Dawkins gripped her weapon with both hands and fired twice, hitting him with both shots. Their adrenaline levels were off the charts as they stood over the last of the shooters, breathing hard and staring at each other.
When they left the scene and were heading to the precinct to file their reports, that adrenal rush made the nearest hotel their next stop. They undressed each other slowly, and then Dawkins neatly placed their suits on hangers and hung them up, with Kirk standing behind her.
Dawkins turned around. “We are still on the job,” she said and unhooked her bra.
“Wouldn’t want to show up at the precinct wrinkled,” Kirk said, and stepped out of his underwear.
“Oh yeah, this is gonna be good,” she said, peeling off her thong and then heading toward the bed with Kirk following behind her, admiring her ass.
Dawkins gently pushed Kirk on his back, grabbed his dick and stroked it, feeling its thickness and warmth as she put the condom on him. She straddled his body and eased herself down on it. Dawkins rode him slowly while he licked and sucked her nipples. When her legs began trembling on his thighs, Kirk began pumping harder. Soon Dawkins was moaning and pounding her hips down on him furiously and reached a very loud climax.
Dawkins rolled on her back and opened her thighs to him. Kirk crawled between them, and she guided him into her warmth. Each stroke was making her legs shake and her toes curl. The feeling of his mouth lavishing her nipple and his dick sliding in and out of her had Dawkins breathing hard and fast.
She was dripping wet and he was rock hard, gliding in and out of her slowly, hitting her spot over and over, and the sexy detective came again. It pushed Kirk to madness, and he started slamming his dick inside Dawkins harder and deeper until she felt him begin to expand and he came hard inside her. After they showered, the detectives got dressed and resumed their trip to the precinct to do their paperwork. That was when they were summoned to J.R.'s and were now speeding to the address that they had gotten from Rain to search for a rapist.
“We’re going to
need a warrant,” Kirk said as he drove away from J.R.’s.
Dawkins took out her phone. “I know a judge I can call to get one,” she said and dialed.
“Make it a no-knock.”
“Right,” she said. “Hello, Clarence? It’s Rachel.”
Kirk mouthed the words, Judge Peterson and Dawkins nodded.
“I don’t only call when I need something,” she said sweetly. “I might just be calling to catch up.”
Kirk shook his head.
“But this isn’t one of those times, Clarence,” she said and quickly explained the situation. “Thank you, Clarence,” Dawkins said, and she ended the call. “We got it. Let’s go do this.”
When they arrived at the house, Kirk and Dawkins approached the house with guns drawn.