For Them: Pain is Pleasure

By El West

Alaina thought her dating days were doomed by endless unfulfilling romance novels. Chance will allow Alaina to discover the pleasures she never knew she wanted when she meets officers Michael West and David Fletcher. These two police officers will show Alaina how pain can give her sexual satisfaction, if she can survive them both.

• Language: English
• Publisher: El West
• Release date: Oct 18, 2020
• ISBN: 9781735857404

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For Them is a work of fiction. Names, character, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2020 by El West

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review.

First paperback edition December 2020

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Acknowledgements

About The Author

CHAPTER 1

The moon gave light to the lovers as they made their way through the forest. The love they shared would be taken by no other than death himself and this was their time, a time to become one. Deegan’s member was bursting at the seams for her, and Laurna felt smoldering hot with lust for Deegan. Never…

Ugh! Jesus fucking christ I cannot believe I am reading this shit! I mean who really reads this crap and thinks it happens that way in real life? Yeah, apparently I do, but I know fantasy from reality and the reality is, no guy is going to become one with me. They do however, like to burst at the seams. My problem is that I love to read these cheesy smut books. I look over to my shelves of 200 plus romance novels and I realize, I’m pathetic. I need to get a real romance going. I mean the good old traditional I love you so much that it hurts kind of romance. I’m told that I’m pretty, witty, and smart so what the hell already?! Why do I always get stuck with the douche bags? All they want is sex and lots of it. I am not a virgin, but I’m not a major slut either. Lots of sex would be ok too, just not with a douche bag, I guess. Well, let’s see what player number 100 something does tonight. I am sure he will be nice and sweet and Mr. Right! Yeah ok Alaina, just keep dreaming.

Apartment is clean, I am clean and shaved just in case, my cat Donut is fed, and I am off to another comical date night. The traffic in Houston was of course horrible, but it gave me a little time to myself. Maybe not enough time to back out of this date. I was stupid enough to let my friend Krysa set me up with her brother’s bestie. Her brother is a douche, so I’m not sure why I’m still driving.

No pressure, be positive. Oh my god! What if he is a douche and a woofer? Ugh.

I walk into the cutest little coffee shop where you can have coffee and hookah. I love both, so at least I get that out of this night. I am standing around with my coat in my hands, probably looking stupid, as practically everyone stares at me and I see a hand waving for me to come over.

Holy shit! He is hot, I mean out of a magazine hot.

Suddenly everything goes into slow motion for me. I am walking my best walk, hair blowing in the wind, lips are plumping up and all on their own when he says…

Yo! Right here.

I’m not sure why but I’m turned off by Yo. I probably have my standards way too high or something.

Hi, I’m Alaina and I assume you’re Brad? Of course, I should have known just by his name Brad every single one I have met has been a doorknob. He at least stood up when I walked over, but then sat right back down after I saw him, soooo. Geez he’s even wearing a football jersey, (eye roll).

Yo Alaina, man you are smokin hot. Krysa was fo sho on the hook with dat. So, I ordered some hookah, I hope you like. He said, thinking he has swagger.

Oh yeah, I love hookah, especially with coffee. I responded in my dry voice.

Yo check this out, I had like four different coffees today and not a single caffeine buzz yet.

Wow that must be a record for you, what’s your record on beer? I asked sarcastically.

Ahh shit girl, I could chug an entire keg in under 15 min.

Jesus christ, yay marriage material here. I heard a deep chuckle coming from the table next to me and just when I was about to leave, I was pulled in by a stranger. I turned to my right and saw two guys having coffee in such a laid-back way that it was almost sexy.

So, you think something is funny I assume? I said to the hot blonde. One guy just tilted his head and smiled a bit, but the other had something to say for sure,

Yeah I do, the D-bag you’re with, he’s quite comical. I started to laugh when Brad stood up, all 5 foot 6 of him.

Hey asshat you wanna take this shit outside so I can kick the fuck out of you? Brad barked while grabbing his crotch.

The other guy stood up, all 6 foot something Adonis of him, and tucked his hands into his pockets.

You sure about that hause? This hot blonde has a demanding presence.

Yeah I’m sure bra, I can even take both of you asshats If it wasn’t for Brads thrashing around like a gangster wanna be, no one would even know he was there. I would have to say this date is over. I stepped between the two and very politely told Brad that the date was indeed over, and he can leave. He was very eager to follow instructions given the fact that he was fronting so much. Brad grabbed his keys, phone, and stomped off like the little kid he is.

What the fuck ever dude, you can have her .

Have me? Have me? What the hell is that about? He can go fuck himself with his inferiority complex. This guy is obviously a joke and I was stupid enough to trust a set-up, geez. I sat back down at the table maybe a little embarrassed by the fact that everyone just saw my date act like a too fly for a white guy asshat. I couldn’t help but notice that the guy who technically started all this mess was looking at me from his table.

Hey? Says the underwear model.

Yeah?

Why don’t you come and sit with us and have an intelligent conversation?

I have intelligent conversation thank you very much, but yeah, why not, it’s not like my night could get any worse. I said as I pulled my chair over.

So, do you have a name? The blonde asked.

My name is Alaina.

I think I sounded a little more depressed than I wanted too. Maybe dating was taking a toll on me and I finally cracked. I don’t know yet. I sat with this guy and his friend just sipping my coffee and tapping my fingers on my cup. I was curious though, who was this other guy sitting with him?

So, you must be the friend? Do you have a name? I asked the other hot guy sitting with blonde hotness.

Yeah, it’s Scott and I’m just here for the entertainment. He replied as he folded his hands in his lap.

Scott was laughing a little as he chuckled those words out. I guess it is quite funny watching guys front and act like something they aren’t, only because there’s a pretty girl around. These two guys didn’t seem to be that way, I felt like I could be myself and comfortable about it. The two stood up and shook hands.

Hey, I’m off bro, I have the night shift this week. Scott reached in for a bro hug.

Take care Scott, I’ll see you in the morning at shift change.

Scott took off and it was just me and the underwear model, yeah, no pressure there.

So, you never told me your name, I assume that you have one? I asked.

Oh man what a sexy little half smile he gave.

Yes, It’s Michael West but I go by Mike. Just your average everyday kind of name. He said with a smolder that could kill.

Well I don’t know about that, sounds like a name straight out of a novel. I like it.

Never mind they’re sex novels, which he looks like he fell right out of.

Thanks, I like it also. I’ve never heard the name Alaina though, is it a family name?

Yes, it is, the name of my great, great, great grandmother. How did you guess that? I asked with surprise.

I have a talent for guessing things about people you could say. Well Alaina, it was a pleasure talking with you, and this entertaining night will forever be imprinted in my mind. I have to get some sleep, but we should talk again, just because, so here’s my number. He said that in a sort of sarcastic manner then he winked at me.

He wrote his number on a café napkin and handed it to me as he stood up. He was a deliciously tall man and I loved that. I grabbed my stuff and took his napkin so we could both walk out together.

Thanks, I would like that. Maybe we could hang and play pool or something. Yeah, I sounded like a twelve-year-old with her first crush.

Sure, I just happen to like pool.

We walked to our cars that just happen to be right next to each other. He got into his and I walked over to mine. This felt like the beginning of a book, man I have got to stop reading so much. I am a serious geek.

Have a good night Mike. I said as I waved goodbye.

He waved back as he sped off in his blue mustang. Wow! He even has a nice car so he must have a good job. Yeah ok Alaina, dream on, he probably just wants a pool buddy or something.

CHAPTER 2

Sunday came around and I felt like I had a horrible hang over even though I didn’t have any alcohol. Weird as that is, I still need to show up at Krysa’s birthday party. I wonder if D-bag will be there. What a dick. At least Krysa lives close to me in the Galleria area of Houston. Most of my other friends are too far away, like over an hour drive or something. Krysa is a little older than me and crazy single, she really likes the guys if you know what I mean. She doesn’t want a serious relationship or kids, just her career and money. I’m not even sure why we get along so well when we’re two completely different people. She respects my lifestyle and strong desire to be a wife someday. I feel like a 40 year-old in a 22 year-old’s body because of the way I think. Krysa acts like a 16 year-old in a 28 year-old’s body, and she bitches about looking 50, oh the curse. Krysa is the editor of an art magazine based out of Houston, and this affords her the lifestyle she wants so I guess if you can, do it. I’m not the businesswoman type; I feel I’m more adventurous than that. I want to be a Marine Biologist and I’m this close to achieving my goal. I was lucky enough to start my college classes when I was 16 so I am technically in my third year of my master’s degree. In order to reach my goal, I need a Ph.D. and maybe a few more years of training in a specific field. So that’s me, book worm biologist at your service with the added curse of bein g pretty.

It has been about a week since I saw Mr. Hotness at the café, and of course, I never called because I will most likely never ever have the courage to do it. What if he didn’t really mean to give me his number? I mean he could have done it out of pity because I was on a date and then I wasn’t, maybe I am over thinking this a bit. What if he just wants a booty call like most guys do? Ok so maybe a booty call with him would be awesome, no it wouldn’t, because I would be giving in to the type of guy I do not want.

Ugh I’m a loser!

I managed to crawl my ass out of bed and get to the shower but not before tripping over Donut. He often stands directly at the side of my bed knowing I will get up and see him so he can eat. My cat is sometimes an asshole, Really?! Tripping me? I know that he does it on purpose, the little shit. Anyway, He got his food so now he won’t come around me all day.

I finally got into the shower and it was the most amazing shower I have ever taken. The nice hot water running down my head, my back, and then one of those thoughts came into my head. I was picturing Mike standing behind me in the shower, running his hands all over me like he couldn’t pick a spot to rest on. He was squeezing my nipples and pushing his dick against my ass. My hand, of course, found its way right on down and I gave myself the best shower with a happy ending.

Great, now I can’t ever call him, he will know, and I could see it now.

Oh, hey Mike, I just masturbated to you in my shower, but you knew that already didn’t you? Pfft great.

I wrapped my towel around my chest and quickly stepped my way down the hall to my purse.

If I don’t call him now, I never will and I’m not a pussy. ok here I go.

I dialed the number and held my breath.

This is Mike. He answered plainly.

Um hey Mike this is… I replied nervously.

Alaina, I remember you, I’m glad you finally called. He sounds almost disappointed it took me so long.

How did you know it was me? That’s weird.

I told you I have a talent and you’re not easy to forget. Whatcha up too?

I just thought I would call and say thank you because I never thanked you.

Thank me for what exactly?

Getting me out of my hundredth date from hell. It would have eventually gone south anyway.

I didn’t get you out of anything, I just spoke my mind and you did the rest.

Well, thanks anyway.

There was a strong silence because I froze from thinking about my shower and I was getting embarrassed just talking to him.

Alaina? Was that the only reason you were calling? He asked teasingly.

Oh, uh no I mean yeah, yes that was it. Jesus Alaina, stutter much?

Ok then, I guess I’ll go first; do you want to hang out with me and a friend on Tuesday night to play pool?

Go out with you? Like out, out? Or like out? I did a palm slap to my face.

Okay I have no clue what that means but out as in hanging out, beer and good conversation.

His laugh is so sexy, I love it, but what the hell was so funny?!

Are you laughing at me?

Yes. Alrighty then at least he’s honest.

Okay and what’s so funny?

You are terribly adorable when you are blushy and nervous. Makes a guy feel good that a pretty girl gets that way over him.

Wow, you don’t hold back do you? And how do you know I am blushy?

Never mind that, yes or no? He said quickly.

Fine Tuesday it is, how should I dress?

Alaina? A pool hall is not a fine dining establishment, but clothing is preferred. Wear what you think looks good I guess.

Geez, straight forward with the attitude. I kind of like that.

Good, because that’s all you’re going to get from me.

I like how this guy thinks, he’s straight forward, almost to the point of me not knowing if I should say thank you or take a shower. A quality too hard to find in a man. I’m not sure if it’s a good quality or if he is just an asshole, time will tell.

Ten o’clock came around and I leave for Krysa’s birthday party. I’m super excited. She has an awesome pool and tanning bed, that I’ll have to indulge in another time. I pulled into Krysa’s driveway and I noticed there were a lot of guys standing there smoking cigars or cigarettes. I’m not a fan of smokers; the smell is horrible, and it gets into the clothes and the skin. I feel like I’m kissing an ashtray, honestly, it kind of makes me sick to smell it. I make my way to the front door through the cloud of thick smoke but not without a guy saying something, of course.

Hey pretty! Man, I almost didn’t come today, you’re hot. He practically shouted with his drunk ass.

Yay lucky me that you came. I replied sarcastically.

They all just looked at me, I guess it was a bitchy thing to say but I am so sick of D-bags, like jesus christ already. Oh my god!! Am I becoming that prudish girl who hates all relationships? Man, I would hate myself if that happened and I never saw it coming.

The inside of the house was a more comfortable place to be in this crazy Texas heat. Man, it’s already this hot and it’s not even June yet. Krysa always kept a clean house and I just adore her sense of style when it comes to furniture. I even love how I have to go up three stairs to get into the main living area but down three stairs to get into the kitchen. This floor plan is genius, honestly. I manage to get myself to the kitchen to set down these thousands of bags in my hands and some crazy guy just grabs my arm from behind.

Hey! What the hell dude?! I said firmly.

Ah ah ah, not just any dude. He replied.

Oh my god! Kyle? When did you get in from Florida?

Just yesterday, it was one hell of a trip from Guam.

Kyle is what I call a childhood friend, even though we met in high school, and has been a great friend ever since. Now here we are good friends, from a distance anyway. Kyle is what you would call an adventurist. He travels a lot, and works the land to pay his way through the world. He has zero tie downs and zero responsibilities. Krysa is sort of his booty call girl, so when he comes to town he stays with Krysa.

So where is the birthday girl anyway? I asked.

I just saw her outside on the patio refilling the margarita barrels.

Barrels? We need barrels of margarita mix? I said in major surprise.

Ah just wait, there’re about 80 people out back. He said jokingly.

Kyle guided me outside with his hand at the small of my back and laughed the entire time.

Hey Krysa? Your girl Alaina is here finally. He said to Krysa.

Krysa ran over with her arms out for a hug. Her hugs are huge.

Oh my god girl, talk about taking for-ever to get here. Where the hell have you been already? She asked with slurred speech.

Jesus Krysa I can’t breathe. I replied while trying to catch my breath.

She was lifting me up while hugging, how the hell does she even do that?!

Well I just love ya chickee, do you know everyone here? No wait, you know like four people, my bad. Let me introduce you. Hey everyone! This is my best friend Alaina and she is single, Alaina? This is everyone. Krysa was waving her drink around spilling it on her floor.

Krysa?! What the hell? Embarrassing much? I said while laughing.

Well you ain’t gunna get no date if you hate.

I have no idea what she just said because I am pretty sure she is super drunk as hell. Krysa never but ever uses improper English like that unless she’s drunk and that’s when the uneducated sounding Krysa comes out. Krysa quickly ran off like a dog that saw a squirrel, so I headed over to the food, yay the food, best part of the party. There were several catered in trays of seafood, different cheeses, fruits, sandwiches, and my favorite the chocolate fountain with marshmallows.

I just realized that I’m a hermit, sitting in a corner chair enjoying my marshmallows and watching the people act stupid from being drunk. I haven’t even seen much of Krysa for some reason, but disappearing is her norm. She’s probably in her room doing Kyle while he’s in town. Having friends with benefits would be an amazing thing to have, I think.

Speak of the devil herself, actually in Prada.

Hey! Who put baby in the corner? Why are you sitting here by yourself? There’re so many nice-looking guys here. She said as she waved her arm around like Vanna White.

Eh, I think I am over the whole trying to date thing, you know?

I didn’t say a damn thing about dating girl, but you could use a good fuck.

Krysa stop it geez, I get a good fuck at least twice a week.

Babe! Toys do not count, Alaina. She replied pointing her finger at me.

She laughed and patted my knee to show support, I guess. I will admit, I’m a very sexual person but there must be a mental connection and most guys aren’t into that these days.

Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask you Alaina, how is school going for you? You get to swim with the fishs yet, so to speak?

No not yet but it is going ok like usual. I am not as busy since we’re doing mostly lab work right now so it’s a process. Hey, I forgot to tell you, PLEASE STOP setting me up because Brad was a douche bag from hell, and it led me to being rescued by a stranger in the café. I’m good on the favors for now.

What?!? He has always been a sweet guy to me, I thought you would like hi…wait! Did you say rescued by a stranger? A future prospect maybe, huh? Krysa nudged my shoulder with her elbow.

He’s so hot Krysa, I mean crazy hot, but I don’t think he’s interested in dating or even being a fuck buddy. He seems, I don’t know yet, maybe like an asshole wrapped in good guy paper.

Ha! Oh sweetie, that’s all men. Come on, you need to get out there, dance a little and I’ll make you a drink.

Actually, I have to be going, I have a paper due in two days and I still have to get gas on the way home.

What! Why so soon? Krysa slurred out her words.

Because I’ve been here for like four hours girl. All I’ve done is eat and sit here watching people when I have school crap to do.

I stand up to hug Krysa and snag any food I could take to go, I’m always hungry it seems.

I love ya Krysa and this was a great party. I hope you have an awesome rest of your birthday hun. I said as I hugged her.

Thanks sweets, keep in mind it’s like two in the morning so drive carefully ok? Oh, and text me when you made it home so I can sleep tonight.

Will do, see ya.

I figured I could make it out of the house without anyone approaching me if I kept my head down and no eye contact. Yup, a full proof plan. Now to get gas then I can be home in my squishy pillows, blankets, and roll up in a good book. I just happen to have acquired a new one, "The Lust of Kevin" Oh yeah, another cheesy book here I come.

I finally made it to the nasty gas station. It didn’t even have a restroom for me to wash my hands after touching the pump handle. Some things in life just gross me out and a gas pump handle is one of them. Thankfully, I carry a lot of hand sanitizer with me. Well, I thought I had my hand sani but now I can’t find it anywhere. Great! I bet it’s in the damn glove box. I reach over to try and open my glove box while driving about point two miles an hour. I can appreciate that there’s zero traffic at 2:30 in the morning, even for Houston. I almost have my hand sani out and I hear sirens behind me with lights flashing everywhere. Yeah, I figured, my luck has it that I get pulled over trying to be clean. Just great. I pull to the side of the road and wait the agonizing wait while the cop takes his sweet ass time as to try and intimidate me before he comes to the window. Yeah, I know how these cops work, they make you wait so you can think about what it was you did wrong when you might not have done a damn thing wrong. I am pretty sure that’s what all cops do, why else do they take so damn long getting to your car? Then they flash their light right in your fucking face so you can’t see theirs, I assume. Here we go, rolling down the window.

Well, well, well, Ms. Alaina Taylor. If you wanted to see me sooner, all you had to do was call me. I need your license and insurance please.

Um yes, yes I have it here. Have we met before? I asked as I squinted past the light.

He turned off that stupid flashlight long enough for me to see his face. His incredibly gorgeous model of the year face.

Oh my god! Mike? You’re a cop?! I asked in shock.

I prefer Officer, but yeah I am, and I still need your license and insurance. Mike sounded more serious this time.

Oh man that damn smile of his, he looks all cocky standing there like he has something over me, ok so he does but he doesn’t have to look all smug about it.

Watch, he’s going to ticket me for something right before we have a date, kind of a date, going out, whatever it is. That won’t be awkward at all and I can see it now, Oh hey there Mr. Ass who gave me a ticket for no reason..

Actually, you were swerving on the road like you’re drunk, so are you drunk? Alaina.

Oh shit! I was talking out loud and I didn’t even realize it.

No! I mean no I’m not drunk, I rarely drink.

So why are you out at almost 3 in the morning, in Houston, and swerving all over the road? You think on that while I run your info. He tapped my ID and insurance card in is hand.

I was swerving. What the fuck!! I was driving so slow as to not swerve or crash, I was being super careful. Ugh!

Waiting is the hardest part and I was so caught up in him that I never noticed another man standing on the other side of my car.

How the hell did I miss that? He even had his flashlight on me, but I still missed that, wait, did I drink tonight? No, no I did not. See? They make you sit here wondering what you really did when you did nothing. Oh, but that uniform, he looks so hot. Yup happy ending shower tonight, forget the book.

I jumped at the sound of a knock on my window.

Here you go.

He handed back my license and insurance and started writing on his little pad. Great, a ticket is all I need.

You’re giving me a ticket? I asked in irritation.

Maybe, do you have an answer for my question yet? Oh, and the officer on the other side of your car is my partner, Officer Fletcher.

Officer Fletcher huh? I look over and I managed to look past the flashlight to see a very good-looking guy smiling at me. Of course, why wouldn’t my life play out like a cheesy book? Now there are two hot officers staring at me. Oh, the luck.

"Yes actually, I do. I touched a supper gross gas pump and I needed my hand sani, so I was reaching over