Last week, as you'll recall, Chahandras was late for work due to helping his neighbor, and trying to make up for lost time, he drove too fast and was pulled over by a State Trooper. Too upset to think straight, Chan snaps at the Trooper! See what happens with that in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
The instant he uttered the fateful words, he regretted them.
This was not him. He never spoke harshly to anyone, much less a figure of
authority such as this man. He was always respectful and polite. But he
couldn’t do anything about it now. With any luck, perhaps the trooper hadn’t noticed
his surly tone. Or would be so used to hearing such rudeness from the drivers
he pulled over that he would not think it anything out of the ordinary. He
trained his eyes on his steering wheel, wishing the ground would open up and
swallow him whole. He would be late to work for sure now.
“Step out of the vehicle!” a deep voice commanded, breaking
into his unhappy thoughts.
Chandrahas didn’t think twice—he obeyed the trooper without
hesitation. Not until he’d exited the vehicle did he dare to his look in the
direction of the speaker, from the ground up.
Beginning with gleaming black boots, up the length of long legs encased
in dark tan, past the black leather gun belt with the silver buckle. Up and up,
across a muscular looking chest, until he reached the face of a veritable god. Such
a man as he’d never seen before. White blond hair, short on the sides and
longer on top. A strong jaw with a dimpled chin. Nose slightly askew, as if it
had been broken at one time. And eyes of the most beautiful jade green Chan had
ever seen.
“Now,” the officer continued in the same firm vein, as if
totally unaware of Chan’s awestruck gaze. “This will take just as long as it
needs to take and no longer. Do you understand?”
Chan nodded, unable to find his voice.
“I said, do you
understand?” the blond god repeated.
“Yes, sir. I do. Thank you, sir.”
“Now then, license and registration.” Still in that tone of
supreme authority.
“In my car, sir. Permission to get them?”
“Permission granted.”
Chandrahas scrambled into his car and sprawled across the
front seat to reach the glove compartment. He brought out his registration,
then fumbled in his pocket for his wallet and pulled out his driver’s license.
He handed both documents to the trooper, who took them without comment and
strode to his car. Chand watched him walk away with great interest. Lord, that
man had a fabulous ass. So very toned. One could probably…
He caught himself quickly. No time to be thinking in those
terms. He had no time for such things. Not at this moment, anyway. His free
time was another matter entirely. He suspected this encounter would fuel some
very erotic fantasies for him, fantasies far beyond anything which was likely to
happen here and now. Or ever.
Caught up in a haze of imaginary bliss, he was caught by surprise
when the trooper returned. “Are you aware how fast you were going?”
Chan darted a glance at the man’s name tag, located just
above his breast pocket. Evan Rainsford.
“Yes, sir. I know I was speeding, but—”
The trooper thrust his property back at him, cutting off his
attempt to explain his wrongdoing. Chan’s heart sank. He realized he had no
valid excuse, not one this man would accept, anyway. He glanced up into those
very green eyes and was alarmed to find himself growing weak in the knees. If
he didn’t sit down, and very soon, he was most likely going to fall down. That
would not do at all.
* * * *
Evan had surprised even himself
with the tone he’d taken with the speeder. Barking orders like a drill
sergeant, which he most certainly wasn’t. What about ordering him out of the
car before he even asked him if he knew why he’d been pulled over, before
requesting his license and registration? That was a rookie move, no, a stupid
move, and Evan Rainsford was neither stupid nor a rookie.
He hadn’t intended to do more
than issue a warning. And yet he’d taken the man’s license and run it through
the system. Why? Hell if he knew. Time to send this man on his way, wherever he
was going.
And yet… and yet… something felt
so right. Something he sensed in… what was his name? Oh yes, Chandrahas. Something in him called to something in Evan.
The very submissiveness of his responses, the way he’d instantly fallen into
the same behavior Evan expected from all his subs. As if he was born to the
role.
That must be it, he was
responding to the man’s submissive nature. His reactions had nothing to do with
large dark eyes, and lips that begged to be kissed.
He needed to get out of here. Right
now. Before he said and/or did something stupid. He was on the clock. And while
it may be acceptable for him to seek partners on his own time, right now he
wore the uniform of a Texas State Trooper and any such behavior was completely
inappropriate.
“Don’t do it again,” Evan warned
him in a voice that suddenly sounded shaky to his own ears. He cleared his
throat. “Carry on,” he said gruffly before spinning on his heel and marching
stiffly away.
That had far too close. Maybe it
had been too long since his last… encounter. Maybe he needed to spend a little
time at Partners. Surely there he could find the cure for what ailed him.
to be continued
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