Bad Boy Exposed

by Ashlee Price

  “Now Ma’am.”

  She did as she was told. Her hand shook slightly as she got out of the vehicle. Drew was not sure what the problem was, but as soon as she made it out of the car, he grabbed her arm and pulled her away. He pushed her hard and she hit the concrete, scrapping her leg on the hard surface. She grimaced and started to say something, but the cop had his gun drawn, pointing it into her car and her passenger.

  “Let me see your hands Jerry!”

  Drew couldn’t believe what was happening. She backed up from the scene, but she was riveted at the same time. Who was Jerry and why was the cop pointing a gun at him?

  There was some kind of movement in the car and the cop fired off a shot, hitting the back of the car as he ducked from a shot leading out of it. Drew heard a scream, not realizing it was her own. Covering her head, she moved as close to the ground as she could. Her heart beating a mile a minute, there were several more shots and then a deafening silence that drove her crazy. She wanted to look, but was too scared to do so. Instead she stayed with her head covered and her eyes shut tight until she heard footsteps coming closer.

  The gunshots had messed with her hearing and she could barely hear the sound, not knowing where it was coming from, but she knew someone was coming. Everything that she had been worried about had vanished and she didn’t know who it would be. Drew was still not sure who she should hope for.

  “Miss, are you okay? Have you been shot?”

  She looked up to the police officer, his face reflecting flames that had started to come out of the engine. Drew nodded that she was okay and took the offered hand to help her up. “We need to get you away from this car before it blows up.”

  His words had her moving, even though her leg and arm were burning with the road rash from falling. She wanted to ask about Jerry, so many questions going through her head, but the flames were getting taller, the heat coming off of it more noticeable, even as they went in the other direction. It was moments later that the car exploded. The force knocked her off her feet and it took a minute or two before he was able to help her up.

  “Was Jerry in there?”

  “No, but was next to it and dead anyways. Did you know him very well?”

  Drew shook her head that she didn’t. She didn’t know what had happened, all she knew was that she was scared and still not sure what was going on.

  “Well just be lucky that I stopped you. Jerry Carlille has been wanted for several years in numerous states. He was the last person who seen a handful of girls before they turned up missing. Pearl River County wanted him for questioning of a college girl that he was last seen with.”

  Drew’s throat closed up and she found it hard to breathe. Bending over, she looked up at the burning car, her car and she wondered if she would have gone missing as well. “I just met him a couple of hours ago.”

  The man’s eyebrow went up for a second and then he shrugged. “You might want to take better care of who you let in your life Drucilla. I have to radio this in. We will get someone here to check you out and then we will have some questions.”

  She nodded her head, still too stunned to believe what had just happened. Had she really almost took home a murderer?

  Chapter 2

  Raymon got the call around midnight. He was a volunteer firefighter from the next town over from Orson. It was too small to have its own fire department, so he raced to get dressed and get down to the station. At least it was not a house with people in it, he thought to himself. Instead it was an empty car on the side of Main Street, so it was more the worry of it spreading to some of the buildings that were close by.

  He called his friend Ralf and the two headed off together. They lived next door to each other in a duplex and since they both had the same destination it just made sense. The two men also owned a construction site that did most of the work for the county. So the two friends were always together.

  “So what did the dispatcher say?”

  “Car on fire in downtown Orson. There will also be a body to retrieve around the vehicle as well.”

  “Douse and drag huh?”

  “It appears that way.”

  Raymon looked out the windshield and up at the clear sky. The moon was almost bright enough to show off the road without the use of the street lights or headlights. The station was several miles away from where they lived, but by the time they got there, Hutch was already dressed and behind the wheel. The engine was already warming up and he gave them a look. “Come on now. Have the whole damn town in flames before you get your asses in gear.”

  He sighed to himself and flipped him off. The other guy in their squad lived less than a block away from the station, yet he always liked to give them hell about it when he could. It took the other two about five minutes to get in and get out with the proper gear on. Raymond’s body was filled with adrenaline and he sent a little prayer up. He had been doing it for many years and he had learned that even the most benign situation could change so quickly.

  Hutch huffed and took off, siren blaring. Raymond was convinced that he volunteered, simply so he could run around and annoy the living hell out of people with the siren. The little fire truck made it to the fire and had it put out, as well as the porch of the small country restaurant that had started to burn from the wind pushing the flames around. It was hard to go from blaring stimulation, to the aftermath that was not near as exciting. Raymond told himself that it was a good thing, but his blood still pounded in his ears.

  The coroner came in and called it on the male body that was barely recognizable from its condition. Raymond heard swaths of what happened from the police and paramedics. There was supposed to be a girl on the scene as well, the owner of the vehicle. “So after you left the bar with him, what did you do?”

  Raymond paused as he heard the question and waited for the answer. One of the men walking around in a white uniform moved and a dark-haired beauty sat in the back of the ambulance. She was getting a couple abrasion looked at. The woman was beat red and he wanted to know the answer. How did they get to a burned out car and a dead guy?

  “Well, we were going to go back to my place for you know. I mean, I didn’t know who he was, I swear.”

  “Well Deputy Willis said that he saw your car pulled over on the side of the street, your brake lights applied?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Why was that?”

  The woman looked up and her blue eyes met Raymond’s own blue depths, though his were darker. She looked back down and he could tell she was even more embarrassed.

  “Well, I um, well he was. He was a bit eager and was trying to start before we made it to my house.”

  Drew squirmed under the man’s scrutiny and Raymond finally looked away, though he stayed in ear shot from the two people. His mind raced at her description of what had happened and he was even more willing to get information for his own curiosity.

  “Carl what happened here?”

  “They got a murderer they have been trying to catch for years, all because she was getting fingered on the side of the road.”

  He looked back where the man was pointing and Drew looked up again.

  “Oh.”

  He swallowed hard and looked around for Ralf and saw him looking at her in about the same way. It was hard to not look at her while hearing such things. She was in her mid-twenties and she looked as though she would be worth a ticket for public indecency. The police decided not to press charges and she was asked if she had anyone they could call.

  “No my phone was in the car and I don’t remember anyone’s numbers anymore.”

  Raymond stayed, while Hutch and Ralf went back to the shop, Ralf supposed to bring the truck back to the scene. He had stayed close to the raven-haired beauty, something inside of him telling him that she would need his help. When he overheard her say that she didn’t know who to call, that was his signal to pipe up that he would give her a ride wherever she wanted to go. She agreed and then said no, though she still looked like sh
e was not so sure.

  “It’s fine. I live right down the road a ways, I can just walk.”

  “Nonsense. You have been through enough tonight. Come on, you can ride with me and Ralf.”

  “Thanks. You don’t know how much this means to me. I really didn’t want to walk home after everything. Just crazy. I guess you never really know someone. You aren’t a crazy whack job too, are you?”

  He laughed.

  “I don’t think I have heard whack job, but asshole has been tossed around by a few exes.”

  “Well assholes I get. Thanks for the ride offer.”

  Ralf moved up behind her and she jumped slightly startled not having heard him walk up.

  “You ready?”

  His dark eyes moved over her body and she found it hard to not blush from the way he looked at her. She still had the same desire as when she had started out at the bar earlier. She thought about her friends still there unaware, as well as how she was going to get to work the next day.

  “Yes, thank you for the ride. Ralf? And you are?”

  “Raymon.”

  “Nice to meet you and I can’t thank you enough. It has been a really bad night and I really don’t want to walk.”

  He nodded and they all walked to the truck. Ralf helped her up, his eyes on the thick thighs bared as she climbed into the high truck bed. Ralf’s hand itched to run up against her smooth skin, but he held back. Raymon looked to have the same notion as his friend, though he was far less able to hide the need in his eyes.

  Once the truck was started and the doors were shut, Drew was more aware of her rapid breathing and she really hoped that they didn’t notice. Raymon asked her some questions, nothing about what had happened that night. From what he had gleaned, some parts were horrible and others were embarrassing. He didn’t want to make her feel either, so he asked if she was married. He felt a surge of hope that she was single, his mind already wondering if he was her type.

  “Here it is.”

  They were there too quickly and he stopped in front of her apartment. Putting the truck in park, he reached into his back pocket and went to his wallet. He handed her his card.

  “If you ever need anything, just let me know. I mean anything.”

  His blue eyes twinkled and it reminded her that she had been caught trying to take the itch out of one of her baser needs. Her insides tingled with the smirk on his face, but she said nothing. Anything she said would embarrass her because she was sure that her voice would not sound normal. She nodded and waited for Ralf to slide out so she could get out as well.

  “Hey if you need a ride to work in the morning or anything, we live not too far from here.”

  “You guys live together?” Her curiosity won out over her nerves.

  “No, just neighbors.”

  “Oh. Well thank you. What time do you guys go in?”

  “We start at nine or so usually.”

  “I would appreciate a ride if you sure that it is not too much trouble. I work on the other side of town, at that ballet studio.”

  Both men envisioned her in tights and Ralf swallowed hard.

  “I see. You are one of the instructors?”

  “Yea I love dance. Sad that I never left Orson, but I love teaching kids so it has been a great job.”

  Raymon recovered and smiled back at her.

  “I bet you are a great teacher.”

  Ralf finally moved to let her out and she thanked them again. They promised to see her the next day and they drove off.

  “Did you hear what happened tonight?”

  Ralf’s eyes were still on her round ass as she walked up to the entrance door. The sway of it was almost as hypnotic as her large breasts that had looked to be fighting their way out of a tiny top. Drew had been dressed for action and everyone that looked at her felt the same way.

  “I got dibs.”

  “The hell you do.”

  Chapter 3

  Drew pressed her back against the door and sighed hard. What a night! The only silver lining was the guys that had come to her aid. She had always liked a man in uniform and she had to say that firemen’s uniforms didn’t show much, but they were hot nonetheless. Maybe it was just her hormones out of whack or pure horniness, but she could have sworn she saw something large growing in Raymon’s pants.

  She sat on the couch feelings strange without her car and her phone. She finally booted up her laptop and sent a message to her friends on a social media site. There were a few offers for a ride to work, but Drew was looking forward to being sandwiched in between the guys again.

  Realizing how late it was, she took a shower and lay down. It was only then that she thought about the narrow escape from an uncertain fate. It was strange to think of the what-ifs and she had dreams that night as her mind tried to work out the night’s events. Before she knew it, she was waking up to a loud sound from her alarm. It had started as a chime in her dream that had gotten louder until she was finally roused from her slumber.

  Her hand searched out the alarm and then she heard knocking on her door. Figuring it was Eve coming by anyways, she ran and opened it up. Drew saw Ralf there and she looked back. “Is it already time to go?”

  He nodded, but his dark eyes did not leave her form. Drew was only wearing her bra and some tiny shorts from sleep. She looked down at covered her front a little.

  “Sorry, give me a second.”

  Ralf watched her bare ass jiggle slightly as she scampered off into the other room. He looked back at his friend in the truck and then walked in. “Shit. Sorry, I didn’t realize it was so late.”

  He said nothing, the sight of her burned in his mind. Every curve called to him and he was lost. He didn’t know why she affected him that way. He figured it was because of what he had heard about her and the adversity to clothing that she seemed to have.

  “Do you mind if I grab some coffee? There is some made in here.”

  “Yeah it is on timer. Can you make me one too please?” Drew popped her head out of her room and he could see bare shoulders and the beginning swell of her breasts. He licked his lips unconsciously.

  “Sure thing.”

  She was back into her bedroom and it was several minutes before she was back out. Her long hair was wrapped in a bun, being held in by small pink chopsticks. Ralf choked a little on the hot coffee when he seen what she was wearing. It was no better than before and he groaned to himself.

  “Here let me get that.” Drew got a damp towel and dabbed at the splashes on his shirt. It was only when the stain was gone that she seemed to notice how close she was to Ralf or that she was touching him in several areas.

  “There. All better. You ready?”

  He nodded that he wasn’t. Ralf couldn’t go another second without kissing her. He was supposed to hold it in, wait for a sign, but he was lost in the soft curves that were hugged by a soft pink leotard. It was somehow worse than seeing her rumpled and mussed with mere undergarments on.

  “Can I kiss you please?”

  Drew was shocked by the question. She had never had someone ask her before. Her eyes went to the soft lips so close to her own and she bit her bottom lip slightly.

  “Yes.”

  Ralf moved fast, his hand going to her shoulders as he pulled her to him. She tasted as good as she looked, somehow tasting like sweet strawberries. When she moaned softly in his mouth, fire burned through his blood and he pressed her against the kitchen counter. Drew made a small sound when he pressed his hardness against her stomach.

  There was a short knock and then the door opened. “So this is why you are going to be late?”

  Raymon eyed the girl smashed against his friend. He felt a slight tinge of jealousy and now he wished her had been the one to knock on the door when she didn’t come out to a horn honk. Drew pushed against Ralf, but he looked reluctant to move away.

  “Would you like a cup of coffee Raymon?”

  “Yes please.”

  “How do you like it?”

  His
blue eyes darkened as she came around the counter and he go to see the bottom half of her. She was just as full on the bottom, her hips swaying as she brought the cup over.

  “How would you like it?”

  Raymon groaned at the innuendo that he wasn’t sure she had done. He waited for a slight smirk, but there wasn’t one.

  “Black is good.” Their hands touched as she handed him the cup.

  “You are not worried about being late?”

  Drew shrugged. “My first class is at ten, so I am never in a rush. What about you guys?”

  “We own it, so we get there, when we get there.”

  “I see.” She sat down on one of the stools and drank some of her own coffee after she put several sugar cubes and cream in it. Drew loved coffee, but she didn’t like it bitter. Both men seemed to like it that way. There was a long pause of silence.

  “So you are neighbors and partners? You must be pretty close.”

  “We can be.” Raymon’s eyes made it clear that he was not too happy about how his friend was trying to scoop up the woman he wanted.

  Drew didn’t see the exchange from the two men. She turned back and smiled at them.

  “So what is it like being firemen? It must be a scary job.”

  “It has its perks.”

  “Am I one of those perks?”

  Raymon had the decency to blush. He was finding it hard to act like she wasn’t affecting him. Ralf was always the one that could hold in his desires and had a better wrap on his control. He couldn’t believe that he had caught him in there pinning her against the counter like that. It was what he wanted to do, but that Ralf was pushed to such debauchery made him feel slightly better.

  “Definitely helping beautiful women is a perk.”

  “I see. So you help many damsels in distress and give them rides?”

  “No, but it seems like we should be doing that a whole lot more now that you mention it. I kind of like the way that things are working out.”

  She finished her coffee and started towards the door. Drew couldn’t handle any more of their attention and she was trying to get them going in the right direction. She heard them talking and laughing about something behind her, but Drew ignored it. There was already apprehension over being in the truck with them, their thighs touching hers, their heat emanating off of their bodies. She shivered and wished that she had had time that morning to finish herself off. Trying to forget about the slickness between her legs, she got up into the truck and slid into the middle, her legs on either side of the gear shift.