Possessive K-9 Cop: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 74) Read online

  POSSESSIVE K-9 COP

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

  _______________________

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 74

  FLORA FERRARI

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series

  Possessive K-9 Cop

  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

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Series

  Newsletter

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2018 by Flora Ferrari.

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  Book 1: Baby Lust

  Book 2: Veteran

  Book 3: Built

  Book 4: Bambino

  Book 5: Rescued

  Book 6: Leader

  Book 7: Professor

  Book 8: Burned

  Book 9: Worldly

  Book 10: Pistol

  Book 11: Policed

  Book 12: Driven

  Book 13: Lucky 13

  Book 14: Lumberjacked

  Book 15: Protector

  Book 16: Carpenter

  Book 17: Italian Stallion

  Book 18: Gardener

  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin

  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 21: Cocky CFO

  Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th

  Book 23: Mechanic

  Book 24: SEAL’s Secret

  Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch

  Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina

  Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy

  Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol

  Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess

  Book 32: Statham

  Book 33: Bodyguard

  Book 34: Greek God

  Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter

  Book 36: Mountain Man

  Book 37: SEAL’s Justice

  Book 38: Royal Romance

  Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery

  Book 40: Crocodile Dan D

  Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby

  Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby

  Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter

  Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door

  Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace

  Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny

  Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter

  Book 49: Steamy

  Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend

  Book 51: Possessive Professor

  Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter

  Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby

  Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day

  Book 55: Doctor Next Door

  Book 56: Possessive Policeman

  Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter

  Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter

  Book 59: Virgin in New York

  Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby

  Book 61: Possessive Protector

  Book 62: Possessive Australian

  Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother

  Book 64: Possessive Cowboy

  Book 65: Summer Romanced

  Book 66: Possessive Prince

  Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy

  Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend

  Book 69: Possessive Firefighter

  Book 70: Football Next Door

  Book 71: Doctor December

  Book 72: Possessive Canadian

  Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire

  Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop

  POSSESSIVE K-9 COP

  My possessive K-9 growls at any woman that tries to chat up this cop.

  But for the first time ever my malamute goes mute when this older man lays eyes on a younger woman from my past.

  I’m her brother’s best friend and she’s breathtaking, and very apparently all grown up.

  My K-9 and I are obsessive about protecting our territory, but suddenly I’m territorial over her and obsessive about making her mine.

  I’m a real man who knows what he wants, but will my best friend show a possessive side of his own when he finds out for the first time that this possessive policeman is ready to propose to his sister so I can possess her forever?

  *Possessive K-9 Cop is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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  CHAPTER 1

  Kane

  “What is it girl?” I say to my malamute puppy Malia as her ears perk up.

  I move the California sagebrush open a little wider to get a better look from our crouched position behind some coastal scrub along the Golden Gate Promenade.

  The K9 unit, which I lead, got a tip just an hour ago that one of the top drug traffickers in the country is going to use a female jogger to transfer a backpack full of pure cocaine, and a USB device with trafficking routes and cartel member names, to another jogger in the area where we’re now stationed. The second they go to make that transfer the eight officers we have in place are going to take them down, and then take them downtown forever.

  If Alcatraz wasn’t closed I’d make sure that’s where they’d be. And there’s no place I’d rather be on a Saturday morning than protecting and serving the citizens of San Francisco.

  “We’ve got eyes on the prize,” I hear Sergeant Smith say into my earpiece.

  “Coming your direction Kane. ETA…thirty seconds.”

  “Roger that,” I say. “Malia and I are ready.”

  “Where’s the pickup perp?”

  “Other direction. Also thirty seconds. Kane they’re gonna cross right in front of you. Sit tight and they’ll walk right into your web.”

  I feel my heartbeat pickup and I try and slow my breathing. This is my favorite part the job…field work takedowns. It reminds me of my days back in college when my best friend and I were defensive linebackers breaking through offensive lines and taking down quarterbacks all across the country.

  I may not play football in packed stadiums to the roar of crowds anymore but taking down bad guys gets my blood pumping just as fast, and I know it’s for an even better cause.

  But what
’s cause for concern is all the women we see today being used as drug mules and delivery people. It pisses me off that men are using women for this kind of crime, or any crime for that matter. Be a real man and do the dirty work yourself. It just goes to show these drug “lords” really are giant pussies. And I wouldn’t even call them human, let alone men, considering these drugs they deal in destroy homes and communities.

  “Twenty seconds, Kane,” comes into my earbud.

  Through the crack in the sagebrush I see the first jogger. Malia moves her head to get a better look too.

  “That’s her girl. You know what to do…intimidate and locate. Scare the shit out of her and find the drugs like you always do,” I say.

  I listen expecting to hear her breathing hard. Malia knows what’s going on and she’s just like me. She always gets excited during a takedown and that’s why I have to keep her on a leash, as much as I hate to.

  She’s so eager to do her job she’s practically chomping at the bit to take down bad guys, and god forbid anyone who tries to harm me.

  Malia is the most protective dog I’ve ever seen. I think it has something to do with me rescuing her on that Alaskan fishing trip. I found her tail caught in a bear trap when she was barely a week old. She wasn’t big enough to free herself at the time and the vet said another day out there exposed like that and she wouldn’t have made it.

  To me it was fate that I found her and there was no way I was ever going to give her up. I adopted her and made her my own, and that means she’s my K9 dog, the top dog of all the sniffers in San Francisco.

  And not only is she the best at her job, outside of my best friend Quentin, she’s the best friend I’ve ever had.

  But today, for the first time ever, she doesn’t seem to be at her best.

  I turn and look at her and she’s completely frozen, just staring at the girl. There’s no intensity in her body. No desire to spring free for the takedown.

  This. Never. Happens.

  Something’s off. Something’s wrong.

  “Ten seconds, Kane,” echoes into my ear.

  I look back through the bushes and dial my line of sight in on the jogger.

  She’s got the backpack. I can see it from here.

  But wait. Holy cow does she ever have a whole lot more than that.

  I consider myself the ultimate professional. Heck everyone at the station jokes that I’m married to my job, and there’s probably some truth to it.

  But right now all I can think about is being married to her, the girl in the sports bra that is bouncing just right and I suddenly feel tremendous pressure in my pants as I check out the rest of her curves.

  I shake my head left to right and back again a few times as I blink my eyes. This is wrong. I need to focus on my job. And what in the hell is wrong with me? Being attracted to a criminal goes against everything I stand for. It’s absolutely disgusting and repulsive.

  I grit my teeth and my eyes move up to meet hers. I want to see the face of the person I’m going to take down, and take off the streets in the process.

  Wait a second?

  No?

  It can’t be. Can it?

  “Five seconds, Kane.” The call is more urgent this time. “Officers ready.”

  I’m the leader of the group and I always lead from the front. We keep the spotter up high and out of harm’s way. He’s calling out the commands, but right now everything inside me is commanding me to do something different.

  I can’t take her down. There’s no way she would do something like this. No. Freaking. Way.

  “Three…two…one…take her down, Kane!”

  My feet feel heavy, like I’m stuck in cement. I don’t move. I just freeze.

  “Execute the takedown, officer!” comes into my ear. I’d recognize that voice anywhere. It’s the chief. He’s made this bust a top priority and it’s very high profile. He must be watching in on the satellite feed, but I’m the one who’s caught looking…at her, and I can’t move.

  “What are you waiting for Kane? Take her down now!”

  “Officer Sutton take her down,” comes through my earpiece. My brain processes what that means and a picture of the map for this mission springs forward from my photographic memory. Sutton is my backup over in the field on the other side of the trail pretending to have a picnic lunch with his “girlfriend,” another officer working this bust.

  “Move Kane or I’ll have your badge!” rings in my ears.

  I spring into action running straight at the terrified jogger. I have to do my job no matter what. Serve and protect and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

  The jogger freezes, raising her hands. She’s stunned.

  Just as I’m within two steps of her I see Sutton reach for his Taser and I take one more step and dive towards the jogger…

  …and right past her as I drill Sutton in the midsection taking him down.

  Nobody touches her. She’s mine.

  CHAPTER 2

  Quinn

  “So much for a leisurely weekend jog,” I say to myself as I enter my tiny apartment and plop down on the couch.

  And so much for not finding him in a city with a population of nine hundred thousand.

  But trouble always seems to find me, and he is definitely trouble.

  He’s my brother’s best friend and the guy I’ve had a crush ever since I knew what crushes were.

  I knew from my brother that he was working as a police officer up here in the Bay Area, but I didn’t know it was San Francisco and I didn’t know it was exactly where I planned on getting some exercise today.

  And exercise is a must for me. I’m one of the small but growing number of female engineers at Facebook and after spending close to eighty hours a week sitting in front of a keyboard I have to get out and stretch my muscles, get some sun, and not be around techie types for at least one day a week.

  I was halfway there today until him.

  He came darting out of those bushes like a wild man and tackled that other officer. Next thing I know there’s an all out melee and eight officers are trying to make heads and tails of it.

  As crazy as it sounds working in machine learning and data analysis allows me to process situations quickly. That and I’m definitely an introvert. I’m the one who was always a people watcher in social situations, not so much the one being watched.

  But today that came in handy as once I heard a bunch of the officers yell, “San Francisco Police! On the ground,” I scanned the area and spotted a woman dressed in almost the exact same Adidas running gear that I had on, and with a similar backpack.

  “She’s over there!” I yelled as I pointed towards her.

  But no one looked or listened…except him.

  Kane.

  As the other officers closed in deciding how they were going to get around Kane to get to me I saw Kane yell into the microphone attached to his shirt collar, “Perp twenty yards south!”

  And not a split second later a huge dog, that looked kind of like a husky, but bigger jumped out of the bushes and brought the girl dressed like me to the ground.

  I still had to go to the station and answer questions, as apparently Kane got grilled just as hard if not harder. I could hear the yelling coming all the way through the wall.

  But before we left the promenade he yelled that he would call me.

  How ironic.

  I’ve wanted him to call me for years, and now I finally get what I want but definitely not in the way that I want it.

  Or is it?

  The way he jumped in front of me and protected me from that other officer who looked like he was pulling a Taser out of his pocket surprised the hell out of me.

  And when he stood in-between me and seven other officers who wanted nothing more than to cuff me? My body went into fight or flight mode causing me to feel more alive than ever before.

  And even though San Francisco is notoriously cool with Mark Twain for one saying, “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San F
rancisco,” I was wet…and it wasn’t from the sweat from my run.

  I was so turned on by his ability and desire to protect me and how those other big officers knew not to try and cross him.

  But I already knew he was big and muscular. I got a front row seat to that at his college football games when my family would travel to see him and my brother play and after the games they’d save time by coming straight back to my brother Quentin’s apartment to shower instead of waiting in line at the stadium with all the other players on the team.

  I remember how casually they’d just strip down to those white compression shorts which left nothing to the imagination. I couldn’t believe I was standing there with one of the top football players in the country, and definitely the hottest, as he walked around almost completely exposed like it was no big deal.