Chapter 96 - Had Enough

Danny had finally had enough. He let out a snort of indignation and shook his head, peering down on the darkened range from his control room perch. The red and blue strobes of the cruiser’s light bar were still illuminated, casting a pulsing, colored glow across the platform and range lanes.

He looked first at Jon, who was leaning against the patrol car, staring uprange with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. Then Danny turned his gaze to the door to the armory, where Cate had disappeared.

Their snarky, passive-aggressive competition had reached the point where Danny was ready to throw the bullshit flag. Though Cate was still putting Jon through his paces, Danny could tell that neither of them was really thinking about the lesson. Each was trying to show the other who was really in charge, to prove who was the most emotionally detached. Leave it to Cate to engage in a “mine’s bigger than yours” contest with the one person who could actually match her snipe for snipe.

Fine. They wanna act like children, fuck ‘em. Danny snorted again. He was sick of the Jon’s Diva-esque behavior and Cate’s downright bitchiness. If they wanted to continue this little pissing contest, they were gonna do it without him. There was a cold beer with his name on it at home, and he didn’t feel like waiting for it any longer.

Danny flipped the switches to turn off power to the audio, video, and target tracking systems, then stood. Picking up a pen, he scribbled several lines on the legal pad that was lying on the console, then ripped the paper from the pad. He snapped a piece of cellophane tape from the dispenser and stuck it to the top of the paper.

Picking up his range bag and the note, Danny pulled open the control booth door, then descended the stairs. He strode for the range exit, pausing to slap the paper against the closed door. Danny gave the tape a quick rub to ensure the note stuck to the door, then walked out of the range, slamming the door behind him.

Cate was shaken from her contemplation when she heard the door slam. You sonofabitch! she thought, bristling at the thought of Jon walking out on her training. She stalked through the armory doorway, her eyes sweeping toward the center of the range where she had left Jon by the car.

She stopped abruptly when she saw Jon standing there by the front wheel, silhouetted by the cruiser’s strobing light. What the fuck? He’s still here…

Confused, Cate shot a look toward the range exit. She saw a white rectangle against the dark door. After a second she realized it was a piece of paper. Cate stalked quickly over to the door and grasped the paper’s edge, flicking her wrist to pull it free. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she read what Danny had written.

I’m done with your shit. Cameras are off, doors are locked. WORK IT OUT. - D

Jon watched Cate as she read the note. Though it was hard to see her in the dim light, Jon saw her drop her head as she read, her shoulders slouching slightly forward. Then she straightened and turned toward him.

Jon gave Cate a cold stare as she marched rigidly toward him, the note in her hand. She stopped in front of him and held out the piece of paper. “Looks like we’re done for tonight,” she said snarkily, giving him a little sneer.

Jon uncrossed his arms, then snatched the page from her hand. He lowered his gaze to look at what was on the paper. Cate watched him icily as he scanned the writing, seeing his eyes widen slightly as he read. Jon looked back up to Cate, the surprise evident in his expression. “Danny left?” he asked.

“Looks like it,” Cate answered flatly. “I can’t run the range by myself, so we’re done.” She glared back at Jon, her eyes locking with his. She felt her pulse quicken as she watched Jon’s pupils dilate, revealing his thoughts. Cate felt herself flush, her body betraying her and responding to Jon’s hungry stare. We’re alone, she thought with a shiver.

Her eyes swept across Jon’s face, noting his set jaw and the tensed muscles of his neck. She felt like Jon’s gaze was burning into her, beckoning her to join him in the purgatory of his desire. She couldn’t give in, couldn’t let her traitorous body yield to him yet again. “You can go,” Cate said hoarsely, her voice wavering slightly. She turned her back to Jon, determined to get away from him as quickly as she could.

Jon reacted without thinking, on base instinct. As Cate turned away he reached forward and grabbed her wrist, yanking hard on her arm. She spun around, her eyes wide with surprise. As she turned she stumbled, pitching toward Jon. He grabbed her, his strong arms closing around her like steel bands.

Jon’s mouth mashed down onto Cate’s, his tongue thrusting between her lips. Cate grunted and tried to pull her head back, but Jon held her pinned against his chest, restraining her movement. He continued to kiss her hard, his tongue daring hers to duel.

Oh, Goooodddd… Nooooo….. Cate’s mind moaned. She could feel her will to resist slipping away, but she wasn’t ready to let go of her indignation. She was damned if she was going to surrender control to Jon, to let him win. But there was only one way left to fight him.

Cate growled and shoved her tongue back at Jon’s, meeting his challenge. She pushed her mouth violently against his, bruising his lips as she kissed him ferociously. Surprised, Jon slightly loosened his grip on her body, enough that Cate pulled her arms free and wrapped them tightly around his neck. She sunk one hand into the back of Jon’s thick mane and grasped a handful of the silken strands.

Jon growled back at her in response, excited by her forceful handling. His hands moved to Cate’s ass and he squeezed roughly, digging his fingers into her taut glutes. Cate responded with a snarl and pushed her body hard against Jon’s, causing him to stagger backwards against the car.

She yanked again on his hair, pulling his head backwards so that his mouth separated from hers with a loud gasp. Cate gave Jon a long look, telling him silently with her burning gaze that she was still in charge. He glared back at her, refusing to submit.

Suddenly Cate felt Jon push forward, away from the car, so that he was standing with her clinging to him. He moved his hands downward to roughly grip the backs of her thighs. He effortlessly lifted Cate up, pulling her feet from the ground. Cate let out a surprised gasp and tightened her arms around his neck. Her legs instinctively wrapped around Jon’s waist.

With a feral growl, Jon turned and carried Cate three steps forward, to the front of the patrol car. He turned and lurched forward, slamming Cate against the hood of the cruiser and using his body to pin her down. Her legs slipped from around his waist as she braced her feet against the bumper and thrusted her hips upward, trying to push him off of her.

Cate felt Jon’s hard shaft against her crotch as she attempted to break free from his captivity, and she momentarily wondered why she was trying to escape. Ignoring her resistance, Jon again plundered her mouth. Cate moaned against his lips, hopelessly aroused by his assault.

Cate snaked her hand back into Jon’s hair and hauled his face away from hers once again, breaking the kiss. They exchanged a heated, animalistic stare as they panted for air. Still holding Jon’s head back by his hair, Cate raised her lips to his neck, her arousal heightening even more at the salty, gritty taste of his sweat. Her teeth found his skin to the right of his Adam’s apple, and she sucked hard, marking him.

Jon yelped in surprise, then rumbled a wicked little chuckle. Cate pulled her face back, her head falling back against the warm metal of the cruiser’s hood. Cate and Jon stared at each other again, the red and blue lights strobing around them, illuminating flashes of fire and ice in their eyes.

Jon pulled his hands from beneath Cate’s body and reached up behind his head to grab her wrists. Yanking her hands away from his hair, he forced them to the hood of the car, pinning them under his as he braced his hands on either side of Cate’s shoulders. Jon lowered his lips to hers again and kissed her hungrily as he shifted his weight from his hips to his arms, raising his body slightly from hers. Cate responded to his shift in position by bucking her hips upward, grinding her pelvis against Jon’s cock.

Jon groaned at the contact and kissed her harder. His right hand released her wrist and went to Cate’s waist, pulling at her belt. Cate gasped through the kiss as Jon tugged and pushed at the leather strap, trying to force it through the metal buckle. Unable to manage the task one-handed, Jon raised his right leg, bracing his knee against the cruiser’s bumper between Cate’s feet.

Leveraging his body slightly upwards but not enough for Cate to escape from him, Jon moved his other hand to Cate’s waist. He deftly unbuckled her belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped her range pants. He heard a soft thunk as the belt slipped through the first loop and Cate’s holstered gun fell against the hood of the car. Jon pushed roughly downward on Cate’s belt, dragging her pants down over her hips and past her knees. He looped his fingers into the sides of her panties and shoved them downward, as well.

Under her bare ass Cate felt the smooth metal of the cruiser’s hood, still warm from the engine but no match for the heat between her thighs. She let out a strangled gasp as Jon pressed his hand between her legs and stroked his fingertips over her wet core, finding her ready for him. Her feet slipped from the cruiser’s bumper as she opened herself to him as much as the garments binding her legs would allow.

Jon looked back at Cate’s face and groaned at the wild ferocity he saw in her eyes. His hands went to his own belt, and he swiftly undid the buckle, button and zipper. Jon shoved his jeans and briefs down over his hips and thighs, the weight of the gun and gear on his belt making the task easier.

With a fierce growl Jon grabbed Cate’s hips and pulled her toward him as he lowered his weight onto her, maneuvering into position. He moved his hands to press her thighs slightly apart, then thrusted his erection into her hot center.

Cate moaned at the feel of Jon driving into her. Her hands slipped up under his arms to his back as he braced his hands beside her shoulders. Jon began to stroke fervently in and out, his face hovering inches above hers, his lips parted as he breathed raggedly. Cate yanked Jon’s shirt upward and scratched her short nails over his back, leaving scarlet trails across his sweaty skin.

Jon groaned in reaction and gave her a smoldering stare. Cate’s eyes locked with his and her lips parted as Jon increased his speed, thrusting roughly as his climax neared. Cate felt Jon’s muscles tense under her fingertips, and she felt the fiery tingle racing up her legs to her center. She clenched her jaw, determined not to call out Jon’s name when she came. She didn’t want to admit that she was at his mercy.

Cate felt her thighs tremble as her orgasm neared. Feeling Cate tighten around him, Jon slammed against her, burying his cock deep inside her walls as his hot release shot forward. Cate watched Jon’s face as he came, her arousal reaching its peak at the sight of his wild, beautiful face illuminated by the red and blue flashing lights.

Jon’s eyes rolled back and he let out a guttural moan as Cate cried out, shuddering around him and drenching him with her climax. Her eyes slipped closed as her orgasm rocked her.

Jon lowered his body onto Cate’s, supporting himself on his forearms against the cruiser’s hood. He watched as her eyes fluttered open and her gaze met his. They stared at each other for a long time, the cruiser’s strobing lights casting dramatic shadows across their faces, their hearts pounding in unison. They didn’t need words.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Cate spoke, her voice raspy. “We better get ourselves together, before we get busted.”

She was still a little dazed by the intensity of the encounter. Sweet Jesus, that was like something out of a movie… Cate let out a husky little chuckle at the irony of the thought, given who was lying on top of her. She felt Jon’s cock respond to the sound, a little twitch deep inside her.

Jon’s eyes sparked at the sound of Cate’s sexy rumble. He dropped his lips to her ear and lightly ran his tongue around the shell, letting out his own little purr. “I don’t know… I kinda like this. It’s dangerous,” he growled softly. He gave his hips a slight roll, and he heard Cate gasp involuntarily as her walls rippled around him in response.

Cate trailed her fingertips from where they rested on Jon’s back down his sides to his hips. He shuddered slightly at the tickle, and gave another unnecessary hip roll in response. Cate drew in her breath, but continued to trace little circles on Jon’s hips for another long minute, feeling his cock twitch inside her as her fingernails scraped over his skin. She slid her hands up to his delicious ass, splaying her fingers over his glutes then digging her fingernails into the taut flesh.

Jon growled again and lowered his lips to Cate’s neck, below her ear. He nipped her hard, then soothed the mark with his tongue. The smoky, salty taste of her sweat was an aphrodisiac. She tasted like pure sex. Jon felt himself stiffen again, inside her.

He raised his face from Cate’s neck and gave her a sultry, teasing look as he again rolled his hips, evoking another gasp from her perfect lips. “You know, I think I have this whole cop thing down,” Jon purred as a wicked smile played across his lips. “You have the right to remain silent… but I’m gonna make you give up that right.”

He thrusted his hips hard against hers, driving his cock even deeper inside her. Cate let out a startled “OH!” and her eyes widened. Then she let her head tip back, a sinful smile curling her lips. She arched her back slightly, pressing her breasts upward against his hard pecs. She grasped Jon’s glutes even harder, guiding his movements as he rolled his hips rhythmically.

Jon’s breathing was heavy as he stared into Cate’s smoldering blue eyes. His gaze slipped to her mouth, her luscious lips swollen from the ferocity of his kisses. He watched as she let out a long sigh, then slipped her tongue out to sensually slide along her top lip. Jon groaned and answered with a hard thrust of his hips, causing Cate to gasp again, then let out a little half-chuckle, half-moan of pleasure.

The sound set Jon aflame. With a fierce groan, he lowered his body onto Cate’s, thrusting hard and fast into her hot core. He felt his orgasm rapidly building, and he growled into Cate’s ear. “Tell me, Baby...”

Jon’s whiskey-rough voice in her ear was too much for Cate to take. Despite her earlier determination not to let a single syllable pass her lips, she moaned out his name. “Oh, Jooooooonnnnnn…” Her orgasm rushed over her as she felt him explode again, then collapse on top of her.

Her eyes closed and she smiled blissfully. She couldn’t move: her legs were bound by her pants and Jon’s full weight rested deliciously on top of her. Only her hands were free, and they were exactly where she wanted them to be… on that perfect ass, now warm and slick with sweat.

It was enough to make her forget. Forget how her heart had ached when she had ordered him to go last night. Forget how disgusted she had been with him this afternoon, when he had told her to quit her job and follow him. Forget how furious he had made her this evening, as he challenged her every instruction. And forget all about her plan to push him away so that he couldn’t hurt her first.

He had won.