by Fox, Nicky
“Now, I really want to know what you’re thinking about.” Mick tilts his head waiting to hear more. I feel my cheeks redden and look down to my boobs. I can’t see my lap since my boobs are practically resting on the table. Why do they make booths so tight?
“I like to read. Most of my off time, I’m with a book.” My answer seems to surprise him. The shock on his face make me laugh.
“Really? What do you read?” he grabs his sweet tea for a drink. Oops. Contemplating, I chew on my cheek. Should I tell him I read BDSM? What will he think? I really like him. I just don’t know if I want to be in a relationship. I want to have a lover. Maybe if I tell him what I’m into, I’ll know what he’s made of. If we can be compatible in the bedroom. If he’s not into it, then I know we weren’t meant to be in bed together. With that sound thought, I tell him.
“Erotica. BDSM mostly,” I reply. An answer that causes him to choke on his drink. “Are you okay?” I ask, handing him my napkin. He shakes his head at my napkin and grabs his own to wipe his mouth off. He takes another drink swiftly and seems to calm after that.
‘Sorry. I didn’t expect you to say that.” His eyes light up as he grabs my hand once more. We’re interrupted by the waitress setting our food down on the wood table. Reluctantly letting go of his hand, we both push away from the table, not noticing how close we were talking.
Looking down at my food, I ask him the question that’s on the tip of my tongue. “Does that bother you?” Sneaking a peek through my eyelashes, I watch as he pauses his fork halfway to his mouth.
“No. Not at all. I think that’s awesome. I’m not even surprised. I’ve learned to expect the unexpected with you, cupcake.”
Mick bites down on his fork like it’s nothing. He just accepted it like a champ. This guy continues to amaze me. He’s open to things. I like that. I like that very much. Plus, he already has a nickname for me that makes me melt inside. I’m swooning. I haven’t scared him away with that confession. Usually, when I’ve opened up to someone about that before in the past, I get one of two responses. One, they run for the hills, thinking I have some weird fetishes. Or two, they are into some real kinky shit and I can almost see the obscene thoughts running through their head, which causes me to run for the hills. Mick’s response has been the best so far.
We talk more over dinner. I don’t bring up BDSM again and it’s not even a thing. He tells me about his life. He owns a house and rents out a room to his roommate, Travis. They’ve been good friends since high school. Travis isn’t on the force with Mick, he’s in the tech industry. It sounds like they rag on each other a lot.
“He’s more like a brother to me. I was an only child growing up so to have that kind of friendship with someone means a lot.”
I confess to him that I’m an only child as well and he gives me a knowing smile.
The date might’ve started off a little bumpy because of my nerves but it has gone surprisingly well since our food has come and gone. Mick pays the check and soon we’re driving away in his truck. There’s a big smile on my face as we bounce along the road. I can’t wait to get this cop into my bed. My vibrator will have the evening off. My hands sweat with anticipation as I direct him to my apartment. Barret said he would pick me up at my place tomorrow and take me into work on the hopes I’d get laid tonight.
As soon a we park, I lean over the console, feeling brave. Mick turns his head toward me and I stare at his mouth, then I go in for the kill and kiss him smack dab on the lips. His hands cradle my face as he takes control of the kiss. I love it when guys do that. I might’ve made the first move, but he’s taking it from there.
His mouth is soft against my plump mouth. When I was younger, I was self-conscious about my lips, but now I know men like them a lot, especially when they’re wrapped around their cock. The thought makes me open my mouth and Mick’s tongue thrusts in. His taste bursts in my mouth. He tastes like orange Tic-Tacs. Oh, my lord. I moan and grip on to his shoulders as he shows me how he can kiss. His strong tongue caresses mine with unbridled passion. His lips capture mine and continue their assault on my mouth. Heated kisses continue to pepper my mouth and we are both moaning in unison, and my panties are now nearly soaked. He continues to kiss me like he wants me. Like he owns me. Like I’m his.
I’m practically in his seat by the time he pulls his lips from mine. I think I say “No” as he pulls away. His grin is infectious and I’m looking forward to making it to my bedroom. I chase his lips and he acquiesces to my advances. Eventually, our lips part so we can breathe. Mick moves to get out of the truck. Moving back over to my seat, I fluff my hair in the mirror and fix my lipstick that is now on my chin.
“Hey,” Mick says as he opens the door. I reply with a breathy “Hi” of my own as he helps me out of the truck like a gentleman and leads me with a hand on my lower back to my door. This has been the best first date I’ve had in a while. I’m thinking of all the hot sex we’ll have while he walks me up to my door. So many sexy scenes are running through my brain—me bent over my couch, spread eagle on my dining table, on the bathroom counter, wet in the shower, panting on the bed. I’m wondering if he brought his handcuffs, when he turns me in his arms at my front door.
Immediately, I wrap my arms around his neck and continue our make out session we began in the truck. Mick pins me against my door and rests his hand near my head to brace himself. That’s when the grinding begins. His hands are all over me and I’m moaning so loud it echoes through the corridor of my complex. I’m in complete bliss, especially when I feel his hard cock rub against me. Damn. This cop is packing something all right. I almost squeal with delight at his big bulge rubs against my stomach.
Without warning, Mick pushes away from the door and me, panting heavily. “Hell, cupcake. You drive me crazy.”
Shaking his head, he rests his hands on his hips. I lick my lips and begin to rummage through my purse to find my keys so we can take this inside. In record time, I have my keys in the door and push it open. I walk through the threshold and notice he’s not following.
“Come on in!” I call out to him. He doesn’t move from his spot on the porch. Weird.
“I’m going to call it a night.”
I swing around at the shock of his statement. Did I do something wrong? Did I somehow read the situation badly? He was practically plastered to me a moment ago. Maybe I have bad breath? What happened in the last three seconds that he changed his mind about me?
6
Mick
“I think I screwed it up, man.” Twisting the cap off my bottle, I put my feet up on the coffee table and take a pull from my beer. “It’s been two days and she hasn’t returned my calls.”
“I don’t know what to tell ya. Maybe you should’ve just given it to her. Sexed her up good.” Travis raises his eyebrows up and down.
“Yeah? Is that what you would’ve done?” I shake my head and take another sip.
“Dude. If it were me, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation. She’d still be getting over the pounding I gave her.” My jaw tenses as I think of Travis touching my goddess. Sensing my unease with his comment, Travis elaborates. “I wasn’t talking about your girl. I’m talking about the future Mrs. Stewart.”
Travis continues his jog on the treadmill in our living room.
Glancing around, I look at our bachelor pad. Mismatched hand-me-down furniture encompasses the room: a couch from my parent’s house, an end table from my old room, and a coffee table I picked up at a garage sale. Travis brought his bed and a treadmill. That pretty much sums him up in a nutshell. He likes to fuck a lot of girls, sleep, and work out. You’d never guess he worked with computers as he looks like a gym junkie. He’s been my best friend for a long time. He gave me a lot of shit for going into the academy—even stealing my handcuffs and asking about hypothetical situations that would get him arrested. He loves hearing about weird laws, like you can’t sell your eyes in Texas.
“I just had a gut feeling, man. If I slept with her
that night, she’d be done with me. I wanted to see her again and show her I want a relationship rather than a one-night stand. I needed that second date. Now, I got nothin’. What the hell am I supposed to do?”
I drop my head back against the couch cushion. This woman is driving me crazy. I have to see her soon or I’m going to go insane. Travis has never seen me like this—a mess over a woman—because it’s new to me. Until Maggie, I preferred casual hook-ups. You know, the no strings, no attachment deal. I need more of Maggie. More than the taste of her I had where her body was in the palm of my hands. Right now, I’m suffocating without seeing her face, touching her body, and kissing her lips.
“I don’t know. You’re a cop. You have a ton of information at your disposal. I’m sure you’ll think of something.” Travis turns off the treadmill and wipes his brow with a towel slung around his shoulders. He heads to the kitchen and pulls out a water bottle from the fridge. He gulps it down quickly as I debate what to do next.
“I’m not supposed to use information like that, Travis.” I shake my head and finish my beer. Though, I’ve thought about doing that exact thing.
I’ve called her multiple times since our date and she always sends me to voicemail. I’ve been off work for the last few days so I haven’t patrolled her neighborhood. I’m trying to give her some space, but I’m growing restless at the status of our relationship. Is she ghosting me? Maybe she’s just busy. I decide to take matters into my own hands and drive over to the salon.
There she is. I spot Maggie’s red Honda Element. I may have looked her up in our database to figure out all I could about her, one being what she drives. I was surprised to find she’s had quite a few traffic tickets. Now, that I see her swerving all over the road, I see why. I flip the switch to turn my lights on. I’ll save her the embarrassment of my siren. It makes me smirk when her turn signal indicates she’s pulling over to the side of the road. I got her. I slide on my mirrored shades and get out of my patrol car. Luckily, Carl isn’t with me today. He called in sick on a Monday. Yeah, right. I have her all to myself. It’s go time, sweet Maggie.
When I peer into her car, I see her digging around in her purse. “License and registration, please,” I say gruffly. I don’t want her to notice my voice. This whole scene is priceless.
She’s still digging in her purse when she addresses me. “Just a second, Officer. I’m trying to find my wallet. Damn it. If Barret took it out of my purse and forgot to put it back again, I’m going to be pissed. Maybe I can get him on the phone to bring it to me. Could you wait for a sec?” The moment that last word leaves her mouth, she looks back at me and her jaw drops. “Mick?”
“Yeah. Hi.” I wave at her with my pen. Her seat belt comes off and then Maggie is out of her car in my face.
“Seriously? You’re pulling me over? Is this some sort of joke? Are you going to give me a ticket because I won’t go out with you?”
My stomach drops for two reasons. She thinks I would do something like that? Pull her over and give her a ticket for revenge? Wait, Maggie. That’s it? Game already over for us? Not if I can help it, cupcake. I take my sunglasses off, ready to fight her over this. It pisses me off she would think so little of me. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I hope her impression of me isn’t of a complete douche. I don’t think I’ve given her any reason to think I’m the type of guy who would do that.
“First of all, you were swerving all over the road.”
“I barely hit that curb. I just kissed it.” Maggie cuts me off, crossing her arms and pushing up those luscious breasts. My mind goes into the gutter immediately, which is why what I say next is not appropriate.
“Kissing the curb? Please. You practically fucked it. There are white skid marks all over it. Your car came all over that curb.” I’m actually arguing in the middle of the street with my goddess about her car jizzing on a curb. I’ve lost it. This woman drives me completely insane, but I love every minute of it. I’m harder than a teen going through puberty with his first crush on his school teacher.
“Fucking? Really? You want to talk about fucking now!?” I know exactly what she’s implying and I’m taken back that she’s offended at my acting like a gentleman. She knew I wanted to sleep with her. She wanted it. I wanted it. I just couldn’t do it. I didn’t want that to be my one and only date with her. Didn’t want her to be a bang-and-bolt girl when she’s so much more. I want this to be so much more. Shaking my head, I put my thoughts together before I open my mouth again.
“Look, I want to see you again,” I huff out.
“Why?” One simple word and yet how do I answer it? Because you’re my goddess. Because I know you’re the one for me. I don’t want to scare her off. She seems like a skittish filly. “You seemed to be over our date when you wouldn’t come in.”
“Look. I’m going to be straight with you. I don’t want to be a one-night stand. I want to date you. I want to be your boyfriend.” I hang my sunglasses on the front of my shirt, then cross my arms across my chest. Her mouth gapes slightly before closing it, quickly enough I almost question whether she was shocked by my comments.
“I’m not looking for a relationship right now, Mick. I . . .” Maggie trails off. “I wouldn’t make a good girlfriend. I have a lot going on in my life. The only intimacy that I’m looking for is in the bedroom. I’m just being honest with you. Can you accept that?”
Her answer confirms what I felt on our date. I thought it was getting too hot and heavy too early. I didn’t want to be just another guy she ghosted even though I got that served up to me anyway. I know she’s scared of what we could become. That we could be an us. We would be good together, and I think she knows that. She’s afraid to take the leap. Afraid to spread out her wings and fly. The thing is, I’m not going to let her get away. Maggie, if you’re not going to fight for us, I will.
“No. I can’t accept that. I’m going to keep asking you out until you say yes. When I’m your boyfriend, then we can sleep together, but not until then.” I pocket my ticket book and pen. Turning back to my cruiser, I comment over my shoulder, “This is just a warning, Maggie. I’ll see you around.”
Winking at her I place my sunglasses back on and get into my cruiser, leaving my goddess on the side of the road to think about our future. What she may not know is that when I want something, I’ll do anything to get it. I play to win and I play for keeps.
Game on, cupcake.
7
Maggie
“So, let me get this straight.” Barret giggles. I roll my eyes at his stupid pun as he continues. “He wouldn’t have sex with you on the first date, and now he says he wants to be your boyfriend. Then he’ll give you all the delicious D?” Sweeping up my last client’s hair on the floor, I nod my head. “I like him.”
“Barret, he’s withholding sex from me. That’s just cruel,” I huff.
He leans over his chair. “Are you going to go out with him again?” The door chimes with the entrance of Lenora and Evie. Saved by the bell.
“Hey chicka! I’m ready to get my tootsies all painted,” Lenora shouts as she approaches me with a hug. Lenora’s a hugger. She and Evie were transplants to the area from Austin and now they’re my best girlfriends. Evie was my roommate until she got a boyfriend. Now, she’s at his place all the time. Plus, I kept walking in on them so I think Evie wanted more privacy. I mean, if she was going to have sex in a car in our apartment parking lot, she has to know people can see them. I had to celebrate her getting some.
“I heard from a little bird that you have a boyfriend.” My gaze switches to Barret. Clenching my jaw, I raise my eyebrows in question. Barret avoids my stare. Guilty. I’ll deal with him later.
“I don’t know where you heard that.” I give Barret an evil glare at his back as he whistles and walks back to the stockroom. “That chattering birdie is totally full of shit and will be organizing the stockroom tomorrow.”
“Shit,” Barret mumbles in the back. Satisfied with my deflection, I turn
on the water to the pedicure chairs.
“Have a seat, my loves, and I’ll get the scrubs and lotions. Have you picked out a color?” After picking out their colors, the ladies sit and await their pedicures.
“I’m not buying that for one minute, Mags,” Lenora declares, flipping her gorgeous blonde locks over her shoulder. She wiggles her toes in the water to test the temperature and then plunges them in. Evie turns to her and nods.
“I don’t either. You’ve been acting weird. Barret said . . . I mean . . . the little birdie said that some sexy cop has been coming around.” Lenora punches Evie in the shoulder. “Ouch!”
“Way to be obvious, Sherlock! Ha! Sherlock. That’s funny, cuz you know we’re in . . .” Evie shakes her head at Lenora like she’s an idiot. Clearing her throat, Leanora continues. “Anyway, we need some deets, girl, on that date you went on with that hot cop.”
She reclines in the chair and closes her eyes as the chair massages her back. I sit down at Lenora’s chair and lay down all my supplies.
“Girls, please. I don’t want to talk about Mick.” I honestly don’t know what I want to do about him. He wants a girlfriend. I just want a lover. He’s the kind of guy that’s dangerous. He wants the marriage, children, and picket fence. I have never wanted children. I can’t give him that. Grabbing one of Lenora’s feet, I begin to clip her cuticles.
“Mick. Damn. He does sound hot and has handcuffs too?! That sounds right up your alley, Mags. Aww, Mick and Maggie. How cute is that? What’s his last name?” I let Evie indulge for a moment.
“Styles.” I smile.
“Styles? Oh hello. We need to meet this hot cop with the hot name,” Evie coos while she looks at her phone. She’s the quintessential working woman with her pencil skirt, white blouse, and brown hair tied up in a knot at the nape of her neck. She looks like she doesn’t take shit from anyone. That’s why I like her so much. Lenora is more of the mothering sweet type. They balance each other out. It’s nice to have girl time with them and talk about my relationship for a change.
