by Evan Grace
“Maybe.”
Our waitress comes and takes our order.
After dinner, I pay the check and then we head toward the door. A few of the patrons stop us to say hello. Everyone knows Gwen’s dad… of course, therefore they know her.
When we step outside I walk her to her car. “I’ll see you at home,” I tell her as I open the driver’s side for her. Once she’s inside, I bend down and give her a quick kiss. “Make sure you lock up.”
“Yeah, yeah.” There’s that sassy mouth I love.
I stand on the sidewalk and watch her drive away.
When I pull into the driveway, I immediately feel something is off. I climb out of my Jeep and quickly glance around, not seeing anyone lurking around, hiding in the shadows. I let myself in, locking the door behind me.
From down the hall, I can hear the low hum of the television. More than likely, I’ll find Gwen asleep. As I kick off my boots, Butch comes walking out. “Hey boy,” I say in a hushed voice. He gives me a head butt until I scratch him behind his ear. “Let’s go outside.”
After he sniffs around the yard and then pees we head inside. I give him a treat and then step down the hallway to my bedroom. In my room, I find exactly what I thought I would. Gwen is snoring softly from the middle of the bed, half reclined on a pile of pillows.
I grab a quick shower and then throw on some clean boxer briefs. When I climb into bed, Butch is already snuggled up to Gwen. “I’m starting to get a complex,” I tell him and he just sighs. “Right, well I don’t blame you.”
Lying down, I pull Gwen toward me. I drape her body halfway across mine. She burrows in under my chin and kisses my chest. Gwen’s silent so I don’t know if she’s asleep or awake. I kiss her forehead before shutting off the TV and let exhaustion take me over.
Tonight we’re driving to San Francisco to hit some club that Gwen’s been wanting to go to. There is a whole group of us going, including Taylor, Gwen’s best friend Marcie and her husband, Chad, Troy, and a couple of our buddies. We were all able to get rooms at the St. Regis—Gwen, Troy, Taylor, and me are staying in a suite. Sean and Ethan are staying in a room a couple of floors down.
Marcie’s brother-in-law lives downtown so they’re staying at his place. When I step into the bedroom, I find Gwen sticking a pair of black, sexy, stiletto heels in what she calls her ‘weekender bag.’
I wrap my arms around her from behind. “Whatcha got in the bag?”
“A hot little number to wear out tonight.” Gwen rubs her ass against my dick, which he appreciates because I immediately get hard. “Naughty boy, is that a nightstick in your pocket or are you happy to see me?”
I throw my head back, laughing harder than I think I ever have. She turns in my arms, wrapping her arms around my waist, smiling widely up at me. I grab her ass and thrust against her. “You like my big nightstick, don’t you?” I bite at her neck and she squeals. The doorbell interrupts us. “Fuck, it’s probably Troy.” I kiss her before leaving her to finish.
I’m looking forward to an incredible night, and before the night is over, I’m asking her to move in with me.
Twenty
Gwen
I run the flat iron through my hair until it falls in rose gold-colored, silky, smooth sheets. After a quick spritz of finishing spray, I give myself a once-over in the mirror. I bought a hot little black sequin halter V-neck minidress. Paired with my heels, my makeup, and my hair, I look fucking hot.
Everyone is waiting for me in the living room. I would’ve been ready on time, but I had gotten carsick on the way here. I’ve never been carsick a day in my life, but Maverick thought it was because we were on the same road that our accident happened on. When we got checked in, I lay down and ended up sleeping for two hours while they got the party started.
“I’m coming in.” I hear Marcie say right before the door opens and she and Taylor step inside. “Holy shit. I don’t think Maverick is going to let you leave this suite.”
My sister nods in agreement. “You look amazing, Gwen.”
“You ladies are both smoking hot too.” Taylor is in high-waist, black tuxedo shorts with a royal blue, sleeveless shirt tucked into them. Her sandals have thicker straps. Her hair is up in a bun on top of her head and her makeup sultry.
Marcie is in a red mini sequin dress with short sleeves. Her blonde hair is in a low ponytail and her sandals are gold. “Picture time.” Marcie holds her phone up and the three of us pose in front of the mirror. She takes a couple for good measure before we head out into the living room.
The moment Maverick sees me, his eyes become heated. He stands up and comes toward me. “I kind of don’t want to let you leave the suite, but then it would be a shame not to share this sexy little outfit with the rest of the world.”
“Are you going to show me off, Officer Graves?” I wrap my arms around his shoulders and smile up at him.
“I don’t know. I don’t think I’m gonna like a bunch of horny assholes staring at you. Do you have any pants you can wear?”
I shake my head. “Nope, you’ll just have to protect me.”
We head downstairs and head outside. The club we’re going to is a two block walk and we head out.
A friend of Taylor’s from Berkeley got us on the list at Destiny, we don’t have to go early to get in line and we can stop for a quick bite to eat. We decide on the taco truck that is by the club.
We all crowd around a tall table, standing while we all dig into the tacos and beers. This is just what I needed and after we eat, I pop a mint in my mouth. Of course everyone holds their hands out so I drop one in each of them.
When we get to the club, we walk toward the front of the line and Taylor gives the guy her name. He looks at the clipboard and then speaks into his earpiece. A big buff blond dude comes out. My sister squeals and runs right into his arms.
I quickly glance at Troy and see he’s watching Taylor with narrowed eyes.
“You guys, this is Andrew. This is his husband’s club.”
Everyone greets him as Andrew leads us all inside, taking us to the VIP area. We all grab seats as the guy leans down. “I couldn’t get through school without Taylor. Drinks are on the house tonight.”
We try to refuse him, but he shakes his head. “Taylor, don’t even try to pay. I will not be happy.” He disappears just as our waitress comes and takes our orders. It’s loud so it’s hard to carry conversations with everyone. Once our drinks arrive, the party really begins.
Marcie, Taylor, and I make our way out to the dance floor. The three of us begin dancing to a Post Malone remix. This is just what I needed. I hug my girls and shout over the music. “I’m so glad we did this.”
They both smile and nod in agreement. Taylor leans into me. “I’ve never seen my sister so happy. I love him for you.”
I kiss my sister and then Marcie, we then get to dancing.
Maverick pulls me down to his lap when I take a break to rest my feet. He orders me a bottle water and I take a healthy sip. “You looked sexy out there, baby,” he whispers against my ear, causing goose bumps to pop up all over my skin. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
We’re the only two people sitting in our VIP section. Marcie got smashed and Chad took her to his brother’s place. Sean and Ethan met a couple of girls and disappeared. Troy and Taylor are dancing together and I swear there’s not a single inch of space between them.
I asked Taylor what was going on with her and Troy and all she’s said is that they’re “talking” but she’s convinced he’ll get bored and move on. She also told me that she’s still a virgin and doesn’t think he’d be into that.
Although the way he looks at her, I think he wants whatever he can get from her. It’ll be interesting to watch that whole thing play out. He just better not hurt my sister or I’ll kick his ass.
When it’s time to leave, I’m a little disappointed that Maverick wouldn’t dance with me. His response when I tried to get him to dance with me was a grunted. “I don’t dance, ba
be.”
I’m not proud because I did pout, but he promised to make it up to me when we got back to the hotel and he better.
I’m perched on the edge of the desk in our room with the curtains open and the lights of San Francisco a gorgeous backdrop as Maverick eats my pussy. I grip his hair in my fist and grind my pussy against his mouth.
The minute we entered our room, he had my panties ripped off and then planted my ass here. God, he’s good at this, and in no time I feel like I could come. He reaches up, pinching and twisting my nipple. “I’m gonna come,” I whisper moan, not wanting Taylor and Troy to hear me.
He sucks my clit into his mouth and thrusts one finger inside me. Quickly covering my mouth, I come with a shout. Before I even come down, Maverick is up and inside of me. His lips take possession of mine and I moan as I taste myself on him.
Our tongues duel as he begins to fuck me. I know my heels are digging into his back, but it seems to only cause him to fuck me harder. He pulls his mouth from mine. “You feel so good, baby. Your pussy was made just for me.” Maverick bends down and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
He lets it go and then attacks the other with the same vigor. My head falls back. My eyes landing on the open window. It hits me that people could be watching us.
“Fuck baby, you just rippled around my cock.”
I kiss him with lots of tongue and then pull away. “Someone could be watching us,” I say, looking out the window. “That’s kind of hot.” I turn back to him.
“Fuck, my girl likes it kinky.” He brushes my lips with his. “Hold on.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and Maverick begins to fuck me hard and fast. The only sounds filling the room are flesh slapping and the wet sound of my body. Suddenly he lifts me and my back hits the window. He fucks me so hard it’s jarring, but from the angle he’s hitting, in no time the desire to come hits me again.
The moment my orgasm hits, I cry out. I ride the wave as he plants himself inside me and comes, shuddering once, then twice. “You’re amazing,” he whispers.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” His softening cock slips from my pussy and he sets me down.
I watch Maverick tuck himself back into his pants and then he squats down. He unbuckles my heels and slips them off. Then he slides his hands up under my dress, not stopping until my dress is off, and I’m completely nude.
“You take my breath away.” My eyes burn as I smile at him.
He takes off his t-shirt, and then slips it over my head. “I’m going to go wash my face. I’ll be right back.” I tell him before stepping into the bathroom and taking care of business.
It’s one o’clock when we get back to Maverick’s place. I’m in desperate need of a nap and that’s what I set about doing when we get inside.
“Go lie down. I’m going to let Butch out and then I’ll join you.” We asked my brother to come over last night and let the dog out and play with him a bit.
While I wait for him I kick off my flip-flops and climb onto the bed. I’m more tired than I thought because I fall asleep the moment my head hits the pillow.
Twenty-One
Maverick
I finish my last bench press and then Troy helps me rack the bar. I stand up and shake out my arms. “That felt good.” It’s been a few weeks since I’ve worked out—between Gwen and work, I haven’t had a chance to get much of a workout in.
“You haven’t totally become a pussy.” He laughs as we start walking toward the locker room. “Have you asked Gwen to move in yet?”
I shake my head. “No, but I’m planning on doing it tonight.”
“Well she’s practically living with you anyway. It’s just making it official. I love her, though, man. She’s cool as hell and low drama.” Troy’s right, she is cool as hell and with all the traveling she’s done, Gwen is still completely down to earth.
“What about you and Taylor? Making any progress?” He’s a good guy, one of the best, and I think they’d be good together.
“Slow and steady wins the race, brother, and tonight we’re meeting for dinner.” Troy grabs his bag out of his locker and I grab mine.
Once we’re outside, he heads to his truck and I head to my Jeep. When I pull down my street, I see a police car in front of my house. Gwen, her dad, and a uniformed officer stand on the sidewalk—all three of them turn toward me when I park my Jeep.
“Babe, what’s going on?” I walk toward her; she meets me halfway. Anger written all over her face.
“Some asshole vandalized my car.” She stomps over to it.
I follow behind her and what I see makes me see red. In black spray paint is the word WHORE, her tires are completely flat—you can tell they’ve been slashed. They also keyed the fuck out of her door.
Chief Malone comes walking over. “Would anyone be pissed enough at you to do this?”
“Dad? You promised you’d be cool.” Gwen wraps her arms around my waist. “Sorry.”
I shake my head. “Don’t be sorry. I’d be the same way if it was my daughter.” I make eye contact with Chief Malone. “The only person I can think of is Tawney Jacobs. She started the fight with Gwen at Hooligan’s. From what Gwen says, these two have always had problems.”
“We’ll talk to your neighbors first and see if they saw anything,” Chief says. “What kind of car does she drive?”
“A red Mini Cooper convertible, with a black top.”
Chief and Officer Harris go to talk to the neighbors, and I follow Gwen inside the house. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
She doesn’t say anything, instead she sits down on the sofa. “Why?” she whispers. “I don’t get it, and right now it’s taking all of my willpower not to go and kick her ass. It’s got to be her, right?”
“A part of me doesn’t think she’d do something like that, but I also didn’t expect her to provoke you to fight her.” I want to call her and flat out ask her, but I’m afraid that could stir up more unnecessary drama. “They won’t want me talking to her, but I’ll be by your side.”
Gwen’s dad has her car towed to the body shop. Her insurance will cover the damage, but it’ll be a pain in the ass for her.
“I should’ve punched her harder.”
I let out a surprised laugh. “Yeah I don’t know if that would’ve made things any better. I’m just sorry I ever touched her.”
Gwen covers her ears. “Ugh… don’t remind me.” Then singsongs, “I can’t hear you.”
I smile and pull her up and wrap my arms around her. “Sorry baby. Why don’t you come shower with me and I’ll make you feel better.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her, causing her to giggle. After I toss her over my shoulder, I carry her back to the bathroom and then we shower.
I walk across the street and Ida opens the door as I approach. “Well hello, Officer. How are you on this beautiful day?”
“I’m well, Ida. I was hoping you could answer some questions for me.” She steps back and lets me step inside. Her home is a mixture of doilies, flowers, and plastic-covered furniture.
“Can I make you some coffee or tea?”
“No, but thank you.” I follow her into the kitchen and we sit at her table. “Sometime in the night or early morning someone vandalized Gwen’s car. I was wondering if you might’ve seen someone or heard anything.”
Ida puts her hand to her heart. “Oh my word. How could someone do that? I didn’t see anything, but I’ll surely keep an eye out.”
Damn, I was hoping that she could help. “I appreciate that. You take care of yourself.” I take my leave and jog across the street. Inside my house, I find Gwen sitting on the sofa with her laptop on her lap.
She looks up at me and smiles. “Hey babe, did Ida see anything?”
“Nope, no one did. If I had to guess I’d say that if Tawney’s behind it, she probably asked one of her many boy toys to do it. All I know is she’s fucking dumb if she did. Not only because I’m a cop, but your dad is the chief of police. They can question her, but without any eviden
ce, there’s not much we can do.” I run a hand through my hair.
Gwen hangs her head. “It is what it is. I mean, it’s just my car, and it’s getting fixed, but I just don’t understand the why. Did you let her think you were more than what you were?”
I sit next to her. “No baby. I swear I’ve always been upfront with the women I took to bed.”
“Okay.” Gwen nods. “I believe you. Did you know it’s been almost two months since the accident?”
I shake my head. “I didn’t realize it.” I haven’t asked her to move in yet, but maybe this is a good time to do it. It’ll get her mind off of her car. “Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Sure, what is it?” Gwen closes her laptop and then turns so we’re facing each other.
“You’ve been staying with me a lot and I just thought that it’s time you moved in with me. What do you think?”
Gwen’s lips turn up into a huge smile. “Are you sure I won’t be cramping your style?”
“Baby, you’re here almost every night as it is. I want you here, I want your clothes in my closet. I want your little touches all over the house, making it feel like yours.”
She sets her laptop down and tackles me on the sofa. Our kiss turns heated because that’s what she does to me—I lose control when I’m around her. Thankfully she’s wearing a little sundress, giving me access to her wet pussy.
“No panties.” I growl right before I push one finger inside her.
Gwen immediately starts to ride it. “Ahhh… I love when you finger me.” She throws her head back and moans.
I pull it out and rub her clit—she does a full body shiver and then her pussy gets really hot when I push two fingers inside her. “I can tell, baby.” She rocks her hips, getting so wet that her arousal is drenching my fingers.
