Stakeout

by Karen Raines

  The annoying thrum of the Mayor’s wife’s breathing as she takes an afternoon nap filters through the cabana over the audio feed and it takes great restraint on my behalf not to walk over there and throttle her. Seriously, if this is what the Mayor has to put up with, I don’t blame him for wanting to divorce the bitch. Clearly that’s what he is aiming for. The woman wasn’t lacking and her paid for chest was worth a second look but damn. If her whinny voice didn’t kill your erection, her fucking snoring did the trick.

  “Is it that bad?”

  I rub a hand down my face and curse myself for not shaving earlier. “She’s fucking killing me smalls.”

  “Riding your balls huh? Oh, my bad,” the fucker laughs when I let out a pained groan. “Is the issue that she isn’t riding your balls?”

  “I fucking hate you.”

  “Yeah yeah, that’s not what you said when I had you bent over the hood of my car.”

  I hear gagging in the background before a deep voice shouts, “You need fucking therapy dude.”

  “Don’t deny me Cross, your ass is next!” he yells out. I have to hold the phone away from my ear but shit was that funny.

  “Focus! I need you to run some ID’s. You can go shit digging in Cross’s ass later man.”

  Marcus laughs heartily but I can hear his fingers taping against the keys as he gets the right screens up in front of him. “How many?”

  “Eight in total, including Gomez obviously. He’s the only member from the usual detail. The only other member I recognized was Mal Conner.”

  “Really? He isn’t usually a guard… kinda low level to be protecting the Mayor’s nearest and dearest.”

  That right there is why we work so well together. Mal Conner was a rock, a drop and leave throwaway grunt worker on the payroll that was easily replaceable. I had never seen him on this type of assignment and honestly, had I not been tailing him in another case a few months back, he wouldn’t have been on my radar at all. He’s a small, wiry man in his late twenties that looks like he could do with a few hot meals. That and the fact that he’s as thick as they come… yeah, none of this is making sense.

  “Okay, kick the images through and I’ll run them through the usual databases. Should take an hour or so. What else do you need?”

  Briella to spread her legs and let me pump my cock into her for the next few hours, that’s what I fucking need. No way was I voicing that, Marcus would give me shit for years. So instead I bring him up to speed on what little intel we have to go on so far and watch the live feeds on the screens in front of me. Not once did I think about the sassy woman I was desperate to get my hands on.

  I’m full of shit.

  I am so fucked.

  ***

  I remember being a kid and watching all the cop shows on TV. How they all made stakeouts seem so cool and dangerous. What they didn’t show you (and why would they?) were the endless hours of mind numbing boredom. The lazy bitch was still snoring her head off and the security hadn’t done anything more than piss (seven times total), wank (three times total, two of which were at the same time and ended up in a spurting contest, I shit you not) and my personal favorite, take it in turns to do a perimeter walk of the small cabin, all in the name of spying on the topless woman sunbathing on a small strip of private beach way over yonder.

  Briella’s been gone nearly two hours and if it wasn’t for the pissy replies to my texts every ten minutes, I’d be worried. I’m on the verge of falling into a coma when the action starts. A figure starts towards the cabana and although he looks as if he’s going to continue down the path, at the last minute he diverts off towards the bugged hut.

  He’s tall, probably around six feet and has a swagger that only comes from money or confidence. Or both. At first glance, you would think he was in his early twenties but as his face came into focus, you can see the lines on his face that tell a different tale. This guy is forty at least and looks after himself.

  He greets the guys on the veranda and although a few of them look wary, Gomez shakes his hand as if he were expected.

  “Well, well, well, who do we have here?” I take a still from the footage and kick it through to Marcus. Whoever the new player is, we need to make him now. I haven’t seen this guy before and that worries me. He doesn’t look Mob related but then, they have fingers in a lot of pies.

  “I’m assuming everything is going to plan?” The man asks Gomez quietly.

  “We’re on schedule, I don’t anticipate any problems,” Gomez replies smoothly.

  The man looks through the window and gives a small shake of his head. The look of obvious distaste on his face says a thousand words.

  “Not a fan of the bimbo huh,” I mumble to myself as the men light cigarettes and talk about the ‘pretty scenery’. Something’s amiss here but they aren’t giving anything away. Who the fuck is this guy?

  After a few more inane conversations, he turns on his heel and saunters back the way he came without a backward glance. Odd doesn’t even begin to cover it but I don’t miss the look of relief on Gomez’s face once the man is out of sight.

  My phone pings, jarring me out of the situation and I lunge for the stupid piece of crap that is now crooning Taylor Swift around the room. Marcus is so going to die.

  “Now I couldn’t help but notice you’ve put on a few pounds so tell me,” Briella whisper yells on the other end. “Do I need to find a plus size store or will XXXL be okay?”

  “That’s just my cock baby.”

  “Oh, my bad,” she laughs. “I hit the kids section for your tighty whiteys.”

  “If the size of my package is in any doubt I’ll be sure to remind you when you get back Bri.”

  She chuckles… I don’t. I’m dead serious. My ever-present boner is back with a vengeance just hearing her voice. This shit is getting out of control and I don’t like it.

  “Anything to report?”

  Back to business. “There’s a new player at the table. You gonna be long?”

  “Just paying now, I’ll be back in twenty minutes tops.”

  “What was that? You’re gonna be on top in twenty minutes? Well. If you insist…”

  “Hanging up now…”

  I laugh even as the call drops and I’m left holding it to the side of my face like a desperate school girl. Dammit, she knows I hate it when she does that.

  I settle back against the headboard and watch the still sleeping woman. Whatever she has gotten herself into, it’s far more than just an affair. Does she know that or is she just a pawn in a game she didn’t even know she was playing? Either way, I have a feeling she’s going to get a whole lot more than she’d bargained for.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Briella

  On my way back to the hut, I decide to circle around to where Nadia’s staying. With bags in hand, I run into something coming around a corner a few minutes from her cabana.

  Or someone.

  “Sorry.” I mumble trying to scramble for the bags I threw to the side upon impact.

  “Maybe you should watch where you’re going.”

  His tone causes me to look up in shock. Who the hell does he think he is talking to me like that? He walked into me for crying out loud.

  When I search his face there’s something familiar but I can’t quite put my finger on it. I’m getting this weird sense of Déjà vu like I’ve seen this man before.

  “You ran into me pal. Don’t cop an attitude.”

  Without saying a word, the asshole turns as if he didn’t plow me down. “Could have at least said sorry.” I huff.

  I see nothing new as I walk by the target’s cabana. When I’m opening the front door to our hut, I can’t shake the feeling of impending doom. Like something big is coming. But what? I shake it off, A-game Briella. Get in the zone.

  “Finally, I’m falling asleep over here.” Colby whines.

  “Whatever, you big baby. What’s going on? Who’s the new guy you were talking about?”

  “Not sure yet. I
have my guys working on getting me ID’s.”

  “In that case, I’m going to take a shower and start getting ready.” I throw a bag his way. “Here’s your Sunday best!”

  “Aw princess, if you want me to put out you just have to ask. You don’t need to bribe me.”

  “Maybe I have some things in mind that will take some convincing.” I wink as I add a little extra sway to my hips on my walk to the shower.

  The big ass shower in the middle of the room.

  There’s no time for modesty. We’re gonna have to deal with this for the rest of the trip. I look back at Colby whose eyes are trained on my ass. I suppose we have some time to kill.

  A smile lights my face when a plan forms in my mind. Slowly, I remove my clothes making sure to keep my back to him. If I remember correctly, he’s a boob man. After removing my tank, I unclasp my bra and throw it to the side. When I take off my shorts, I make sure to bend over nice and slow pulling them down my legs along with my thong.

  When I’m fully bent over pulling the shorts from my feet I hear Colby curse. Making sure to cover my chest, I look back one last time and find him rubbing his erection over his shorts. After a coy smile, I step into the massive shower feeling like I’m about to put on a show the way it’s set up.

  The water feels heavenly as I let it rain down on me. I grab the body wash I stuck in here earlier and start lathering up. My hands linger a little longer on my tits. I make sure to really work up a lather so that when I face Colby, under the guise of washing my hair, he’ll get a restricted view. It’ll drive him crazy.

  I chance a look and gasp when I see him standing right outside the shower door completely naked. A moan escapes my lips as my hand sinks between my legs and Colby palms his impressive length. My eyes are closed for a fraction of a second taking in the sensations my hands are causing when a warm body slides up behind me.

  “Fuck Bri. Feel what you do to me.” He thrusts his hips slightly forward causing his cock to rub against my pussy from behind.

  When he pulls his hips back my hand reaches between us and grabs hold. I slowly pump his still hardening cock and with the soap on my hands it definitely makes for a slip n’ slide situation.

  “Christ, I need in you.” Colby growls while massaging my chest. With the first tweak of my nipple I’m moaning and arching my ass into him.

  With his hands firmly on my hips, he thrusts forward and sinks deep inside me in one motion.

  I’m whimpering with every thrust. It feels freaking good… no, fucking phenomenal. But I need to see him.

  I slide him out of me and turn to face him. When the water washes the suds from my chest Colby eyes me with a hunger he can’t hide, not that he’s trying in the least bit. It feels empowering.

  I stare at him for a beat, chest heaving with the passion I’m feeling between us.

  He bends over and crashes his mouth to mine with hands cocooning my face. As his tongue slides in my mouth, I’m lifted in the air and he lines his cock up with my center, pushing inside once again.

  “Colby!” I shout after ripping my mouth away. When I reach my hands up over my head, they latch onto the top of the shower stall for stability. I told you he was freakishly tall and I’m thankful for it right now.

  I cry out when he sucks a nipple into his mouth… hard. My hips start moving of their own accord, meeting Colby thrust for delicious thrust.

  “Hold on tight Bri.” His hips start moving faster and a very unlady like growl escapes my mouth. I may be tiny but I can take it and he knows that. Using my arm strength, I pull my body up the wall and drop back on his cock. He’s so deep, hitting something that’s setting me ablaze.

  “Faster Colby. I’m so close!”

  His hands grip my ass tight as Colby starts guiding our movements. I let go of the shower wall and grip around his neck unable to keep up with his punishing rhythm any longer. I’m merely along for the ride as a willing participant. My nails dig into the flesh of his back when the angle of his cock changes taking my pleasure to DEFCON One.

  “Fuck Bri, come for me.”

  With a few more thrusts I’m screaming out his name as I topple over the edge headfirst into the single most intense orgasm of my life. Colby keeps up his movements and when he starts playing with my clit I nearly set on fire as I slide into number two.

  “Bri!” He gasps before his hips jerk erratically and I feel him come inside me.

  I rub his back while we stand under the falling water, still exquisitely connected. He starts kissing my breasts, then up to my collar bone, further up to the column of my neck until he’s at my lips. Feeling his smile through our kiss, I can’t stop my own from forming.

  “God Bri.”

  “I know. Would it be totally inappropriate to go to the restaurant just like this?”

  “I’m going to go with yeah. It might turn some heads.” He laughs and it causes his dick to vibrate deep inside of me. Damn, I could go another round and his sly smile knows it. “Easy there, we need to get ready.” He teases.

  Colby lifts me by my hips like I weigh nothing and places me on the ground. I start feathering kisses all over his chest before getting my body wash once again and really set out to getting clean.

  When I start massaging his chest with the soap, he swipes it from my hands. “Maybe we should wash ourselves otherwise we’ll never get to dinner tonight.”

  “Having trouble controlling yourself?” I wink.

  “Fuck yes.”

  A few moments later, we’re stepping out of the shower after Colby throws towels around us. I’ve just finished blow drying my hair when I hear Colby growl my name. When I turn to face him, I burst out laughing. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see.

  Apparently, I got his measurements wrong. Not the shirt. No, that shirt looks like it was made for him. A sleek black button up that molds to his impressive physique showcasing every curve of his sculpted arms. It’s the pants…

  “What the fuck Bri? I can’t wear these out.”

  “They look great.” I try to convince him. Personally, he’s working the hell out of the dress pants I picked out. They may be a tad small. By small I mean you can see every leg muscle through them. Hell, you can probably see every hair follicle through these bad boys. A giggle escapes my throat as he narrows his eyes.

  “Did you think I was a Jonas Brother? I’m gonna Hulk out of these when I try to sit down.”

  I walk over and rub my hands on the fabric. “There’s a little stretch, you’ll be fine.”

  “It’s about to get tested if you don’t stop rubbing me. My dicks about to burst through the seams.” He growls as another giggle sets free.

  “Yeah, yeah. Think grandma thoughts.” I reach up on my tiptoes and give him a peck on the lips. “I’ll be ready in ten minutes. Then we can get this show on the road.”

  “Gonna bust through my fucking pants in a swanky ass restaurant.” I hear him mumble under his breath.

  I’m about to burst out laughing when his phone goes off.

  “Thanks man, I’ll pull it up on the computer.”

  Colby punches away at the keyboard and a handful of pictures are shown on the screen, but it’s one that sticks out to me.

  “That guy.” I point. “I ran into him on my way back here.”

  “He’s the mystery player.”

  “He’s an asshole. Ran into me and was a complete dick about it.” I look at his name, Calvin O’Leary. He has quite the rap sheet but nothing sets off any alarms as to why I’d know him.

  “What aren’t you telling me Bri?”

  “I think I know him. Maybe from an old case or something. But he was staring like he knew me too. His name’s not ringing any bells so maybe it’s a weird coincidence.”

  “There’s…”

  “No such thing as coincidences. I know.” I roll my eyes. “But I have this feeling.”

  “Let’s get to dinner and see what we can figure out. Hopefully whoever the Mayor’s wife is here to see
shows. It’s definitely not him, he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.”

  Time to get into work mode.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Colby

  “Where the fuck am I supposed to put my damn wallet?”

  The pockets on these pants are stretched so tight there’s no way anything is fitting in there. What the hell was she thinking? And how does anyone wear shit like this on purpose?

  “I think you look hot,” Miss Sassy Pants replies.

  I throw her a dark look and do my best to ignore the way she’s adjusting her magical fucking tits in her dress and making sure her wires aren’t showing. It’s pretty sheer and there’s no room for a bra… apparently. She rambled on about a shelf that’s built in to offer support and nipple modesty… shit, I have no clue because while she was talking, all I could focus on was the outline of those ripe and tasty nipples through the damn dress, and trying to talk the General down before he smashed through these girlie fucking pants.

  “Are you wearing your hair down?”

  I pause for a moment, thrown for a loop. This is feeling a little on the domesticated side. Getting ready together, lingering looks and small touches here and there. She helped me with the buttons on my shirt and I did the shitty fucking excuse for a button up on the back of her dress. It feels… I have no clue what this is.

  “Hey spaceman,” she snaps her fingers in front of my face, breaking me out of the Twilight Zone. “Nadia is in the shower. If we want to be in place before they arrive, I suggest we make tracks.”

  My head does the right thing, nodding up and down, as Bri grabs my wallet and adds it to her handbag. She spritzes herself with a little perfume and gives herself one last look in the mirror… and I’m mesmerized. She walks by me, heading towards the door and on impulse, I reach out and grab her by the waist.

  Her body comes reeling into mine and I use the momentum to pin her against the cabin wall. The heels she’s wearing bring her up to my chin, she’s still a tiny little thing but the distance is closer than usual. My hands snake up and catch her face and I just can’t look away.