<i>Goddammit! She’s fucking sexy!</i>Did she even know how sexy she was? He didn't think she did. He was with her every day. He had seen plenty bitches that just knew they were hot and showed it in their attitude and demeanor. To tell the truth, a lot of them were pretty hot and then they opened their mouth. And not for the good reason. She was different. He could listen to her all day and never tire of hearing her voice. In fact he did listen to her all day,every day, and was still elated to see her each and every time they came on shift. He didn't even care when they hung around together after their shift was said and done. Just like they were doing now.<br/><br/>He watched her turn the bottle up and chug it like it was fucking apple juice. He watched her throat expand and contract with the rhythm of the harsh liquid as it poured down her throat. He was imagining her throat expanding and contracting around him. He felt himself becoming erect.<i>Dammit man! Keep it together!</i>This was not the first time he had been aroused in her presence. He was damn sure it wouldn't be the last but it was normally not this bad. A little swollen but manageable and not so obvious as it was becoming now. He would soon reach a full erection and then there would be no hiding it. Eric wasn't exactly a little fella down there and when he got excited, there wasn't much he could do to hide it.<br/><br/>When she passed the bottle to him along with the challenge of still being able to walk, he had never been so happy to hold a bottle in his hand. One day he did intend to tell her how he felt about her and how his body reacted to her every time he was around her. He didn't think now was the time and certainly not with an impending full hard on.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#08610e">“I doubt there is enough liquor left in that bottle to put me down right now.”</span>He was hoping on the opposite. He was hoping that he would be down by the time he stood stood up. Awkward would be an understatement if he stood up now.<br/><br/>He took the bottle from her and turned it straight up. He downed a quarter of the bottle before it left his lips. He took back the breath that was forced out of him by the substantial intake of liquor then hit it much lighter before setting it back on the bar. Chugging the tequila helped his situation considerably but he was well aware that he wasn't in the clear yet. They were going to a shooting range. She would be pooping off shots and being her typical badass self and there was no way that wouldn't be even more alluring than sitting at a bar chugging tequila, but it had been his idea and he couldn't back out now. He needed some fresh air, at least as fresh as it came in the city.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#08610e">“How about we get the fuck outta here. My gun is getting antsy.”</span>He wasn't joking even a little and antsy was an understatement. The gun in his holster was fine but the gun in his pants wasn't quite cooperating. At least the the tequila had alleviated his situation enough to stand up without making his situation obvious. Maybe she would be drunk enough not to notice the slight remaining bulge that was a bit larger than normal. Then the thought crossed his mind. Had she paid enough attention down there to know what was normal? The thought that she may have checked out that area of his anatomy at all wasn't helping his condition either. He slapped an extra ten on the bar and stood up just in case he needed to catch her stepping off the barstool.<br/><br/>They stepped from the bar joking and laughing. He knew how drunk they were just from the quality of the lame ass jokes they were laughing at. He also knew it wasn't their bad jokes that made them happy to be around each other. They just cliqued. It was that simple. It was then that he decided that they wouldn't be going to the department firing range. He was having too much fun for any of those assholes to ruin his good time. He knew a privately owned firing range. They guy was a retired cop and had been sort of a mentor for him during his rookie years. It would be closed but that wouldn't be a problem, Eric had a key. It would actually be a good thing because they would be alone.<br/><br/>They left the bar heading in the opposite direction of the department.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#08610e">“Just so you know, I'm not lost. I know the department firing range is the other way. I know a better place. Asshole free.”</span><br/><br/>The light turned red half a block before they got to it. Eric put his finger on the siren switch and looked her way. He raised his eyebrows in a questioning look like, ‘Should I do it?” He smiled and turned on the siren just before pressing his foot deep into the accelerator. His car wasn't exactly pretty but it ran like a bat out of hell. He felt himself being pressed back in the seat until they leveled off at a very high rate of speed. It wouldn't take them long to reach their destination, much less than half the normal time had he bothered to obey any traffic laws. He loved being a cop.