Covered by Bubbles

by Gracie Meadows

  “Nice place,” Chance said as he picked up the menu, glancing over the items. “We should be able to see just about everyone here. Your man Zach knows his seats. So let’s eat and see what we can overhear,” he said, smiling at her as he reached over, grabbing her hand and holding it in his. They stayed there for a minute looking at each other, lost in the moment. His steely blue eyes held onto hers for what felt like minutes, when in reality it was seconds. A waiter came over at that moment, breaking the electric current that seemed to pass between them moments before. The both looked at the menu and quickly ordered the house wine, and she ordered the salmon, though she would have loved to order a cheeseburger, but women of money and class didn’t eat such things. Chance ordered Chicken Marsala, the waiter left only to return with the wine.

  “So do you think we will get anywhere with the auction next week?” he asked her as he took a drink of wine.

  “I’m not sure, but he did seem hesitant with inviting us. Maybe it is on the up and up, but either way Coffee said that some of the cars were very rare and we might find one or two of the ones that were stolen.”

  “I agree, but it would be interesting to see what you find out tonight with Dylan at your man’s bar. My gut says it is connected somehow, but not sure the main person. So let’s keep an ear out.” Lunch passed as they ate and talked about various things, trying to avoid the case, as people started to come and go throughout the restaurant. They honestly didn’t want people to overhear them. When they both finished, the waiter already had Zach’s information on file, so the bill was left to him, which she was more than willing to do, especially since she was still hungry.

  Chance thought it would be a good idea to mingle among the people of the club and they both headed down to the bar. Neither were driving anywhere with their own personal driver, which she made a mental note to see if she could change the days around for the driver. As they made their way outside to the bar, she stopped midway pulling Chance to her. He looked at her, and she knew he was lost.

  “Shit, Duncan,” she said quietly. She watched Chance turn and look at her ex coming toward them talking to someone. He must have known something was up and looked down at her.

  “Boyfriend?”

  She shook her head, “no ex, but he will blow my cover, crap, he can’t see me.”

  Chance wasn’t sure what to think when Bubbles mentioned another man, but when she said it was her ex, he knew that would mean the man knew the real her and their cover would be blown. Looking around, he found a small corner near some large potted trees.

  “Trust me,” he whispered to her, turning her in the direction he needed. She nodded and soon he pushed her back in the corner. Reaching up, he cupped her cheek tilting her head up as he lowered his lips to hers. She gasped at his tactics, but soon she melted into his slow kiss. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but as soon as his lips met hers, he was lost in pure sensation. He pushed against her and she placed both her hands on his chest as one gripped his jacket pulling him closer. She opened her mouth slightly, and he took full advantage and pushed his tongue into her mouth getting the first taste of her. She reacted by slowly playing with him, but soon a small moan escaped her and she fought back as the kiss turned into something more. A slow seduction sparked a fire of desire and he was lost. He wanted nothing more than to take her right against the wall. Shit, they were in public. He slowed the kiss. Allowing his heart to catch up with his brain as it too started to return. He kissed her eyes, her nose, and finally a soft kiss on her slightly swollen lips. She opened her eyes, staring up at him. He couldn’t help but smile and she let out a small giggle.

  “Well, that is one way to get people to look the other way. I say we head out of here and go back to the apartment. We have to take down some notes, and plan. Plus, I have got to get out of these shoes.” He nodded, afraid he might say something he might regret, or embarrass himself. He took her hand and the two of them headed out to wait for the car to pull up, then the two of them climbed into the SUV. Once settled in the back, it drove off, heading for her apartment.

  Chapter Six

  Dylan filled the chief in on his plans and agreed since all three of them were going undercover that going in and out of the station wouldn’t look good. So he would talk to Brandie about possibly moving them to his and Chance's house. It wasn’t large, but it at least had a garage and more room than her small, two bedroom apartment. He wanted to go home and shower and shave, but unfortunately for tonight, and the rest of the assignment, it was going to have to wait. He had to get his bike an oil change and cleaned up and ready for the night ahead. He had his leather pants that he originally got for his bike and knew they would work well for tonight. Soon he was showered, and had dressed in jeans and packed his items in a duffle bag. Making sure to stop and get dinner, he went to one of his favorite diners and ordered them all burgers and fries. He opted out on the drinks as he was riding his bike.

  He arrived at Brandie’s house before she and Chance had gotten there, but he used the key she had given him to get in. He spotted Chance’s car and wondered if maybe they took hers. Heading into the kitchen, he pulled out some plates and other items they would need. Not wanting to eat without them, he walked around her small apartment looking at all her possessions. He noted she lived in her home. Several pictures of her and her friends lined the shelves. Some with them at the beach, others with drinks. But in all of them she was smiling and looked happy. He noted there wasn’t a man, or any other family pictures anywhere in the house. He knew she wasn’t dating anyone as of right now, when he did a background on her, he noted no mother in the picture just male family members who were in the military. She excelled in all of the things he'd found on her. She looked like a normal person on paper, but he had a feeling she was anything but.

  He was jolted by the sound of a key turning the door lock. Reaching around to the back of his waistband, he placed his hand on the handle of his Glock and waited. Soon the door opened and Brandie and Chance came walking in laughing at something. Turning, she looked at him and blushed. “Hey there, Thing Two. Did you get food, I’m starving.” Smirking at her, Chance laughed as he shut the door behind him, flipping the lock. He nodded to them both and indicated the food on the table. She beamed and started heading to the bedroom. “I’m gonna change and then we can eat.”

  Once she left the room, he went over to the table, sat down, and started to dish out the food. He got everything the same, and wasn’t sure what she did or didn’t like on her burger. Hell, if she didn’t like something she could pick it off. He knew he could be more sensitive like Chance, but that just wasn’t him. It didn’t take long for Chance to sit down and Brandie to walk out in a black robe. It seemed since she was going to have to wear something different for tonight, she might as well be comfortable now. He watched as she walked over to him and sat at the table. Without a word she grabbed a box and started eating the fries. She reached for the ketchup and squeezed a bunch on her fries. She ate in silence as he sat in the seat beside her and started on his food. “Drinks?” she asked them both. He nodded and without her asking what he or Chance wanted she grabbed three water bottles and put them in front.

  “Okay, so here is what we found out.” Then she proceeded to tell him about what happened at the dealership. He nodded, and at times Chance would chime in and she would eat. He noted she ate everything and didn’t change anything. Well at least she wasn’t a damn salad eater like those annoying picky girls.

  “Okay, so we really don’t have anything other than the auction you two are going to. We can see what we find out tonight, but if we get nothing, then maybe I can play the bodyguard card and get in as well. After all, a young couple with money like that is bound to take precautions.”

  Brandie listened to what each of the men were saying and noted it was a great idea. She wanted Coffee to run by some things, and she wanted to talk to Rainbow and Smokey Eyes about things. She was finding herself attracted to Chance and Dylan, but she about los
t it when Chance kissed her at the club. She knew it was to avoid detection, but it felt like more than that. She felt the spark and fire they shared, and she wanted nothing more than to see what could happen if things went further. The downfall was she was on a case and it was unprofessional. She didn’t want to compromise the case because she suddenly was horny. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t hear Dylan calling her name until Chance touched her shoulder.

  “Bubbles, you okay?”

  “Yeah, just peachy. Sorry, I was thinking.”

  “Okay, well I need to talk to you about something.” She waited for Dylan to go on and when he didn’t she waved her hand for him to continue. He narrowed his eyes at her and she smiled and batted her eyes at him before blowing him a kiss. His eyes went wide and she couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Chill, big man, spill, what’s up?”

  Seeming to shake off his mood, he started to talk, “Okay, so I was thinking that since we each need to remain undercover, we should try to move locations. Our place is bigger and easier to get in and out of. It would avoid people suddenly noticing two men coming and going from your apartment at all hours of the day. We can set up a command there, and see what we can find. What do you think?”

  She wasn’t really surprised by what he was saying. After all, what he was asking wasn’t out of the question. Her apartment was small, and the lady down the hall was a noisy old bat. She could come home at any time, no one would second guess her.

  “Okay, we can do that. Do you have a couch or spare room I can stay in, at least for tonight?” she asked as she finished drinking her water. It didn’t take long for them all to make plans for her to stay at least for tonight. She said if Chance could drive her car to his house tonight so she could at least leave when she needed to. She excused herself and went to pack a bag and some items she would need. She pulled out her outfit for tonight. She went with the bad girl look, short leather skirt from Halloween, a red corset, and her leather jacket. She pulled out the damn boots she bought to replace Rainbow’s and there, she had everything. Walking into her bathroom, she noted she needed to fix her make-up too. Biker chicks were either all the way female, or more of the rugged type. Since she had spaghetti arms, she needed to go with chick. Pulling her hair into a high ponytail, she went to work on her eyes. She went for the smoky look and kept her lips on the lighter side. After looking in the mirror, she couldn’t help but laugh. She went from preppy stick up your ass chick, to badass biker babe in a few quick changes. She almost wished she had taken a picture to show the girls.

  She quickly found a garter and attached it to her thigh. It had been specially made for outfits like this one. Rainbow was a girl into her kink, but wanted to make sure each of them remained safe too. Grabbing her bag and pillow, Brandie headed into the living room. Her laptop was at the desk, as was her camera. As soon as she walked out, she had to stop and breathe. Dylan stood in her living room bending over looking at something. He was wearing some leather pants that made her want to go down on her knees and do anything he told her too. He had on a black t-shirt that stretched across his back showing off his well-defined muscle. She stood there waiting, looking at him when Chance looked up and gaped at her.

  “Holy shit,” he blurted out. Continuing to look between Dylan and Chance, Dylan took a moment before turning to look at her. His look darkened, his eyes smoldered as he looked her up and down. Feeling herself blush everywhere, she couldn’t help but break eye contact and move, anywhere.

  “Okay, so I have my stuff, I’m going to put it in my car and then we can head out. Do you have a helmet for me? Shit, I didn’t even ask that before.” Before she could finish her thought, Dylan was right in front of her, stopping her mid-thought.

  “We have everything. I have a helmet for you, so it is covered. I have to ask, if this place is as bad as you say it is, where on earth do you keep your gun?” he smirked at her before looking down at her exposed breasts. She knew he would think she hid them there, but the truth was she didn’t have the amount needed to hide a gun there. Winking back at him, she muttered, “Keep looking, Thing Two,” before walking over to her desk to close up her laptop and place it in her bag.

  “Oh, baby, you are full of surprises, aren’t you?” he responded.

  Brandie couldn’t help but sit still. It had been a while since she had been on a bike, and Dylan’s was nothing but the best. His custom made Harley was nothing, if not like the man himself—big, large, and full of muscle. Brandie was ever so grateful that he was on the bike first when she climbed on the back. With the shortness of her skirt, she knew she would have been flashing her pussy, which was only covered by her thin thong. What she hadn't taken into account was the fact that after five minutes on the muscular machine she would need to change her panties, since they were soaking wet from her arousal. The scent of Dylan made her have so many different thoughts about him taking her on his bike. Her screaming to find her release as she rode his cock while the engine on his bike purred underneath them. The vibration of the bike alone just about set her off before they arrived at the bar. Pulling up, she wasn’t surprised to see so many people. She went to get off the bike as it stopped and Dylan pulled the key from the ignition. He placed his hand on her leg stopping her midway, hell, she was trying to remember how to breathe as Dylan took off his helmet. He looked at her before pulling hers off and whispering in her ear, “Let me get off first, I can help you cover your gun, and oh yes, baby, I felt that right next to me. So be good and wait.” Kissing her cheek to keep their cover, he swung his leg over the mean machine before lifting her off the beast, sliding his hands down her ass to the hem of the skirt, then pulling it down. He turned a nice blush when she went up and kissed him back on the cheek. She couldn’t help but giggle at him. Laughing at her antics, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders before walking over to the bar. She knew Mac would know it was her, but she had purposely looked the plain Jane part when she came in to avoid any type of detection.

  He pulled the doors open with ease and she followed his lead. In the biker world women didn’t speak, or do anything without their “man” doing it for them. It was somewhat of an archaic tradition, but at times like these, she would do what was needed to obtain the information for the case.

  Dylan was doing his best to take in his surroundings, the smell alone let him know this wasn’t the type of place Brandie should be coming to, let alone by herself. He was going to have to talk to her when they got home. Noting there was a group of five men and three woman who sat along the wall as they took turns playing pool. A group of college looking kids on the other side, more or less trying to act like they were cooler than they actually were as they did shots. Stupid kids have no idea. He stayed focused at the bar itself. Two people, an older man and a younger tattooed woman worked making drinks from beers to shots. He doubted they even knew how to make some fruity girly crap, or something in those martini glasses.

  Wanting to get information, he knew he needed to be seen, but only to be having a drink with his girl, so the bar needed to be their main location. Brandie went with him at every turn, but knew she was fighting his dominance. She was a very independent woman and having him take the reins on something wasn’t anything she did willingly.

  “Two beers,” he nodded to the older man. The man nodded and went to work on their drinks as he placed cash on the bar. Sitting down, he didn’t give Brandie the opportunity to sit, instead he opened his legs and pulled her into his embrace. She tried to pull away, but he pulled her closer so he could speak to her in hushed tones, “You need to stay here so you can look behind me, it gives us the advantage we need.” She seemed to sigh in defeat and went into his hold then.

  “Okay, Mr. Bossy pants, but hear this, you keep that monster in your pants to yourself, or he could get hurt.” He didn’t miss the breathy tone that poured from her lips or the lust filled eyes as she looked at him, brushing against his erection. Hell, how could he not have one? She was wearing practical
ly nothing, and her fucking legs went on forever.

  He'd had a hard-on since he first saw her. It went from hard to steel when she threw her leg over, spread her thighs wide, then scooted herself tight up against him as she got on the bike behind him. She had her body pressed so snug to his, he felt the heat radiating from her pussy as it rubbed against his back. Fuck, he practically heard her purring with desire. By that time, it took everything in him to control the bike and his body, his cock had a heartbeat of its own.

  “Oh, baby, you know I can contain my monster, but say the word, and I will bury my cock so deep in your tight little pussy that you would be screaming my name for days.” She gasped at his statement, but the truth was this was him. He didn’t do soft and slow. Nope, that was Chance's stuff, but the two of them did have a kink fetish, that he was all too happy to show his new sexy partner.

  “I would retort with something just as clever, but we have company. Two men in suits, looks like guards, and two more after that. One caring a suitcase. Whoever this dude is, he seems to be big on security. Got two un-friendlies outside. Need me to play dumb chick and get some info?” she asked as she pulled herself closer to Dylan. He seemed to know she was trying to get a better look at who came in. He needed to see himself and spun in the seat.