Stakeout

by Karen Raines

  “Well Fairbanks, as you can see I have my hands full. The keys are in my pants pocket though,” I bat my eyelashes innocently. “Feel free to grab them.”

  I expect her to roll her eyes. To make a snarky comment. To shout some abuse at me.

  What I don’t expect is for her to get a mischievous look on her face, slowly place her bags on the ground beside her and saunter over to me. I really don’t expect her to slide her hands down my chest and sides and slip them into my pockets.

  “I wonder which pocket has the key…” she murmurs as she delves those digits into the fabric and feels around for them.

  One hand latches on to the metal… the other grips my cock through the fabric and toys with it. My breath catches in my throat as she tugs at my hungry dick, my desperate state now beginning to hit a point that I know I’ll never recover from. If I blow in my boxers, right here and now, I would never live it down.

  “My bad, I think they’re inside my pants sweetheart,” I chuckle, thrusting into her palm and hoping she would be the first to back down from this sexy standoff. My man card is on the line here.

  With one last particularly jolted rub of my cock, she pulls her hands free and holds the keys up in front of my face. She hits the key fob, the trunk opens at my back and I watch as she retreats with the smirk of a winner on her face.

  “So, we have a little less time than we were expecting. I recommend we get straight to the complex and start bugging her hut…”

  This is the moment I realize what her game is. She wants me. Oh, how she fucking wants me. But she wants me desperate for her too. As if it isn’t blatantly fucking obvious my cock is crying out for her pussy. This is a battle of the sexes, who will give in first. Well, if it’s one thing I have in spades… it’s game.

  I won’t be the first one to cave. I’ll get the job done and push Bri to her limit while we work. I can play this game forever…

  I dump the bags into the trunk and shut it down just in time to see Briella fold herself into the passenger seat of the car. One leg slowly lifts out of view and my cock tries to drag me after it.

  This might be harder than I thought.

  ***

  “That camera keeps slipping.”

  I follow Bri’s finger and whip over to the bathroom doorway. We have everything in place now but there are a few last-minute hitches we need to sort. Like the camera that didn’t want to attach to the wall.

  “I’m gonna have to cement the damn thing in place. For a five-star retreat, the workmanship in this place is shady as fuck.”

  I’m full of shit, and she knows it. The exposed wooden posts that make up the bones of the cabana are so intricately wound together that you can’t help but wonder how long it had taken to build the place. It was luxurious basic, if there was such a thing. Kinda like glamping.

  She laughs quietly as I remedy the almost invisible camera. No way is this fucking thing ever going to move again. Chalk it up to a casualty of war.

  “Okay, I have eyes everywhere… checking audio.”

  I walk around, mumbling nonsense as I go to make sure she can catch it all. Not that the place is very big. It’s essentially one big hut split into a living space, separate bedroom and a doorway that sections off the bathroom. That’s it. There is a decked-out veranda at the front of the hut that looks out over the ocean and although we have that wired, it isn’t going to be the best feed. Outside never is. We’re working under the assumption that anything incriminating will be said behind closed doors. But the camera’s will at least allow us to see who’s coming and going.

  “It’s good,” Bri calls over.

  I give her a nod and pack up the small number of tools we’ve used. She sets about removing any trace of our little visit and in record time we’re slinking out through the back window into the trees and making our way towards the path that leads us to our hut.

  We don’t speak, not until we’re clear of the area and standing on our own veranda. The island has been built with seclusion in mind. You can’t see the other cabanas from here, and likewise with all of these huts. It makes surveillance extremely tricky which is why I’d already spotted a certain “family man” celebrity with a tall redhead that looks nothing like his wife. This is the ultimate cheaters paradise.

  “We’d make a fortune if we were into blackmail,” Bri sighed, still shaking her head. “What an asshole. I’m never watching his movies again.”

  I nod my agreement and open the door to our home for the next 30 days. I had slung the luggage we didn’t need through the door without looking at the place earlier. Time had been of the essence, especially since the Mayor’s wife would be arriving any minute. I hold the door open for Bri and when it shuts with an audible click, I stop to take it in for the first time.

  It is… fuck it’s awesome. I hadn’t expected it to be any different from the one we had just bugged, but there is one glaring difference and fuck me, it had my General back to his saluting ways.

  “What the fuck is that?”

  I walk around Bri, who’s standing there with her jaw hitting the floor, and slide the glass to the side.

  “Well Briella, it appears to be a shower.”

  “I can fucking see that dickhead,” she snaps, color infusing her cheeks. “Why the hell is it in the middle of the goddamn room?”

  I cover my mouth with my hand in a bid to stifle my chuckle and try for a pensive look. The death glare she sends me however tells me I’m failing miserably.

  My bad.

  “It could be worse, at least the toilet is behind a door.”

  I point to the glass slider that does very little to hide the toilet from view. Depending on where in the room you are, you’re gonna see some shit that should remain private.

  See what I did there.

  “This is a nightmare…” she grumbles and for a moment I feel bad for her. Just for a moment though.

  “Okay, set up the equipment and I’ll be right with you.”

  I pull my shirt over my head and unsnap my pants before dropping them to the floor.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” she hisses nervously, looking around the room for god knows what. She’s adorable.

  “Taking a shower.” I drop my boxers and stand there in all my naked glory, full mast and saluting her like a gentleman.

  Her eyes glance to my cock and just that little bit of attention has him bobbing towards her. Desperate bastard.

  Her lips twitch but no way am I going to let her gain the upper hand here. The door to the circular shower slides open easily and as I step inside, I notice Briella has taken a step closer. The water pours down from above my head at the touch of a button, already at the perfect temperature and for a moment I forget the game I’m playing and groan at the heavenly feeling. I grab the courtesy shower gel and begin lathering up my body, making way more of a show than I normally would but desperate times and all. Chancing a look, I grab a hold of my heavy dick and work the soap into him. My gaze locks on to Briella.

  Briella, who hasn’t moved a muscle and is standing there in rapt attention as I drag my fist up and down my cock. Fucking hell, that’s hot. Even hotter when she raises her hand to her chest and begins undoing the buttons. Shit… is she going to join me?

  My hand works faster at the thought and with each button she undoes, my excited balls grow. She shimmies the blouse from her shoulders and reaches around to undo the button on her skirt, her eyes feasting on my swollen cock the whole time.

  Fucking hell… my hand works faster, silently begging her to come in here so I can lift her ass against the glass and pound the fuck out of her pussy.

  She licks her lips and slides her hand down her stomach until it reaches the top of her panties. My pulse is pounding and I have to reach a hand out to steady myself against the glass. She slips them down inside the fabric, the wet fabric, and begins to rub circles against her clit. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life. Until she twists her hand, her fingers slipping into my p
ussy and moans…

  “Fuuuuuuuck,” I yell, thick ropes of built up come spray out from my dick and coat the glass. Endless streams and shuddering follow as I close my eyes and replay that moan in my head over and over again.

  “Are you done with the show? I could do with a shower too.”

  I open my eyes and glare at the cocky woman as she flits about the room, wrapped in a towel and setting up the laptops. And that’s when I have my second epiphany… this trip is going to kill me.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Briella

  Seeing Colby with his hand pumping up and down his shaft nearly had me busting through the shower door and riding him six ways to Sunday. But I need to tamp down my raging hormones. I’m gonna make him want me so bad he won’t be able to think straight. He wants to play the game? I’ll play it.

  And I play to win.

  Colby’s exiting the shower while glaring daggers at me. His towel is slung low on his hips and the water droplets make me want to bend down and lick them from his body. His V that leads to the Promised Land is right where I’d start.

  Remembering the look on his face as he came all over the shower door has been branded into my brain. I couldn’t forget the look of pure ecstasy if I tried. What I wouldn’t give to pull him back into the giant shower and show him exactly what I’m capable of.

  Right now, duty calls and today has to go off without a hitch. We have one month to figure this case out and I’m determined to deliver, hormones be damned.

  “All the computers are up and running and the audio’s still good. We should be all set for her arrival in…” I look down at my watch. “Twenty minutes.”

  I reluctantly forgo the shower knowing if I end up in there so will Colby… and we’re on the Mayor’s time. After throwing on a black tank, some cut off jean shorts and my converse, I notice Colby still watching me.

  “Can I help you?”

  “I needed plenty of help a few minutes ago.” He growls.

  “From where I was standing, you didn’t look like you were being waterboarded.” I sling my bag on my shoulder after sticking my cell phone, wallet and camera inside. Once I throw my sunglasses in my hair, I go to the main entrance and swing the door open.

  “Where are you going?”

  “To do some surveillance. I want to see her arrive, see who’s with her.” As I shut the door I can hear him yelling for me to wait. But I need to get away from him. Being around him messes with my brain and I can’t think straight. Some distance is needed so I can get some clarity on this case once again.

  If I would have jumped in the shower with him like my instincts were screaming for me to do, we’d still be in the shower and we would have missed her arrival. That’s completely unacceptable.

  Our hut is a quick walk to where Nadia’s staying. Walking takes about five minutes and if I run I can get there in two. Perfect if a camera goes down or audio gets sketchy.

  I was counting on it being a little busier around here. For the most part, it’s a ghost town. Not exactly ideal for being one with the people, seeing as I have no one to blend in with. Colby’s really going to have to watch himself. Not only is he tall, but he’s got the looks of a celebrity. Freaking gorgeous. He’s not a person you can easily forget and getting him to blend in is near impossible. Maybe I should force him to stay at our hut, in the shower… Stop it Bri. Get your mind out of the gutter!

  “You’re going to pay for that.”

  I jump and turn around swinging. My fist connects with something solid and I hear an oomph.

  “It’s me, I come in peace!”

  “Jesus Colby, how many times do I tell you not to sneak up on me?”

  “Just making sure you’re paying attention to your surroundings.” He rubs at the side of his head. “I can check that off the list.”

  “You should go back, she’s…”

  Colby hushes me by pressing me up against a nearby tree and slamming his mouth to mine. I don’t know where this came from, but I’m not questioning it. I give as good as I get, my hands grip at his tank top trying to pull him closer. I’m just getting started when he pulls away appearing unaffected when I’m over here chest heaving, panties sopping wet.

  “The Mayor’s wife just entered the premises.” He’s watching the house from behind the tree.

  “What the fuck was that?” I whisper.

  “We needed a cover.” He grins cockily and winks at me.

  “They can’t even see us from here.” I grumble.

  “It’s okay to admit it Bri.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about Maitland.” When I go to look around him and see some of the action, I feel his hand start moving from my knee upwards. I halt his hand when it nearly reaches between my legs.

  “I’m working here.”

  “It’s normal to have feelings for me Bri.”

  “God, have you always been this full of yourself?”

  “I’m confident in my abilities, which you didn’t seem to have a problem with before. Don’t act like you didn’t want my cock back at the cabana.”

  “Gross. Keep your crooked penis away from me.”

  “Crooked? What? You must have been looking from a weird angle.” He pulls out the waist band of his gym shorts and looks down at his favorite appendage.

  “Look, it’s not bent funny. Have a gander.”

  I try to school my expression before looking because really, who would pass up the opportunity? God, he has a nice dick. Most girls claim there isn’t such a thing as a beautiful cock. But his is… it’s phenomenal. I know personally it’s smooth to the touch and the pronounced veins make me want to have a lick. His cock is large without being too much to handle. I don’t need to be split in two when getting down and dirty. Let’s face it, a vagina is only so deep and I don’t need to feel it bumping my teeth.

  It must have been longer than a gander because before my very own eyes it starts to grow and it’s a sight to behold. It needs one of those entrance songs like a wrestler has.

  “I guess you’re right.” I stick my hand in his pants and take him in my palm. It takes everything in me not to smile when he hisses between his teeth. “Not as crooked as I remember.” After removing my hand, I pull the camera from my backpack. We have excellent cover behind these trees to take some pictures of the perimeter.

  “My dick’s gonna fucking fall off by the end of this job.” Colby mutters to himself.

  I take several pictures, enough to be satisfied for right now. The rest of the day we can run through the video footage and audio to see if we can catch anything.

  When I put my camera away and look back to Colby I see him kicking the sand and muttering under his breath. My eyes catch on the huge tent in his shorts. My, my, Mr. Maitland.

  “Isn’t it weird that she has that many guards with her? And none of them are on the Mayor’s payroll.”

  “Are you sure? I thought I saw Gomez going in the house with her.” Colby looks around the tree trying to spot all the security guards outside.

  “We can check when we get back to our equipment. I would have been able to confirm if you didn’t have me pinned against the tree. Stuff like that can’t happen while we’re here Colby. We’re already dropping the ball on this job and we’ve only been here a couple of hours.”

  “Noted. No funny business whilst doing surveillance. But, I make no promises when we’re alone.” His eyes burn into mine with promise of what’s to come. “But I agree that something’s off. Let’s go.”

  Colby leads me back to the hut with his hand on the small of my back. My libido’s already through the roof and screaming out to play with Colby. Maybe I should join the yoga classes with Mrs. Stephenson to center myself and get a grip when I’m around him.

  When we get back to the house I’m ready to take a cold fucking shower, but I can’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how badly he’s getting to me.

  All thoughts of anything to do with Colby wipe away when we confirm the head of her secu
rity is indeed in the house, but none of the other security is recognizable.

  “Why would he change up her security, unless…”

  “She’s hiding something. But what?”

  Colby turns on the audio that was muted and her voice carries throughout our hut.

  “I can’t wait to see you pookie. Where are you taking me?”

  Colby and I stare at each other with disgust as I mouth “Pookie?” We write down the restaurant and time she says as we listen to the rest of her conversation.

  “Well my darling, looks like we’ll be fine dining tonight.”

  “I thought you’d never take me out on a date.” I grab my bag once again and head for the door. “I didn’t pack my furs and tiara, I’ll be back in a bit.”

  Literally all I brought was shorts, tanks and yoga pants. They won’t fly at the ritzy place we’re going tonight.

  “Grab me something please. I didn’t pack my good shit either.”

  With one glance back, I nod to Colby before catching Nadia giggling like a high schooler talking to the quarterback of the football team.

  Game on. This is what I live for, why I do this job. With Colby here, there’s no doubt we’ll crack this case.

  I just hope we’re not biting off more than we can chew.

  In more ways than one.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Colby

  “So, I’ve decided that your toilet is way better than mine.”

  “Marcus, I swear to fucking god if you’re talking to me from the shitter again…”

  “Chill man, I’m just fucking with you,” the bastard laughs down the phone. “I’m actually in your bed… with your mom.”

  “Fuck you, I’ll call Cross instead…”

  “No wait,” Marcus chuckles. “I’m in the office. Jesus, when did you grow a vagina?”

  “I think it was on the plane…” I groan and flump back onto the bed.