The Cop (The Working Men Series Book 8)

by Ramona Gray

A thread of unease went down my spine. “You were eavesdropping?”

  “I didn’t mean to,” he said as he guided me toward the door.

  We stepped outside into the cold air and hurried toward the SUV. I climbed into the passenger side and Wyatt slid in behind the wheel. He turned it on and clicked the heat to high.

  “It’s rude to listen in on other people’s conversations,” I said.

  “It is,” he agreed. “It wasn’t my intention though. I came inside to find you and when I realized you were still talking to Natalia, sat down in the booth behind yours and decided to let you finish your conversation.”

  “Oh, well, I’m sure Natalia doesn’t want anyone knowing her business, so keep it to yourself, please.”

  He backed out of the parking spot and pulled out onto the street. “You know I’m not a gossip, Maggie.”

  “I know, I was…”

  What I was, was panicking that he’d overheard my conversation. I’d messed up by giving Natalia all of that advice, but I was also still bristling with indignance over what that so-called lawyer, Boris, had said to her.

  “So, Maggie…”

  Shit.

  Double shit.

  He was gonna ask me about how I knew the legal stuff he’d overheard, and I needed a better excuse than Law and Order reruns.

  “What do you think about going out for dinner tonight?”

  “I’m sorry?” I gave him a blank look.

  “Dinner. Baker’s Steakhouse. You and me. A bottle of wine. Two very large and medium rare steaks.”

  I grinned at him. “Make mine medium well, and you’ve got yourself a dinner date.”

  “Good.” He reached across and I took his hand, squeezing it lightly. “I picked up your car from Jack’s shop and took it back to your place.”

  “What? You did? That’s so nice.”

  “I’m a nice guy,” he said with a grin that made his dimple deepen.

  “Most of the time,” I said. “My ass didn’t think so the other night.”

  He laughed and rested his big hand on my leg, his fingers stroking my inner thigh. “You know the rules, Magnolia. No cumming until I say you can cum.”

  “You were sucking on my clit like it was a damn lifesaver,” I protested. “No woman could have stopped from cumming.”

  “You just need to learn better control.” He gave my leg a little squeeze. “Besides, didn’t you say that having my dick shoved up that pretty little pussy while you were being spanked, made it less painful?”

  My pussy was already starting to get wet and I was certain he could see the way my body was quivering in my seat. Two nights ago, after I’d disobeyed him by cumming, Wyatt had put me on my hands and knees and put his hard and deliciously thick cock deep inside my pussy before starting the spanking. He’d alternated between fucking me and spanking me, until my resulting orgasm was so strong, it’d almost blown the top of my head off.

  “Answer me, Magnolia,” he said.

  “Yes, it made it less painful,” I said. “Other than the damage I did to my vocal chords.”

  He laughed again. “You were rather loud when you came all over my cock. I’m surprised my grandmother didn’t come running out to the guesthouse to find out what was wrong.”

  “Oh God,” I said as a blush covered my cheeks. “Don’t even joke about that. I would be mortified.”

  “You and me both,” he said with a cute little grin. “So, maybe you should try and scream just a little softer when you cum. What do you say, Ms. Blossom?”

  “Maybe you shouldn’t make me cum so hard, Officer Reynolds,” I said.

  He pulled into the parking lot of Baker’s Steakhouse and parked before grinning at me. “Baby, I can’t help it if I’m a god in bed.”

  I burst into giggles and gave his hand a light slap. “Again, your arrogance is not the least bit charming.”

  “We both know that’s not true. C’mon, hot stuff. I’m gonna buy my girl a steak dinner and then take her home and fuck her.”

  “Sure, but are you buying me a steak as well, or do I just have to watch you and your girl eat?”

  I expected him to threaten me with a spanking for my cheekiness and was surprised when he leaned over and cupped the back of my neck. He pulled me forward and kissed me hard on the mouth, his tongue dipping between my lips.

  When he pulled back, I was breathless and more than a little turned on. He studied me, his eyes turned a dark blue by lust and another emotion I couldn’t identify.

  “You’re my girl, Magnolia Blossom,” he said in a low voice. “All mine. Do you understand?”

  I wet my lips before taking a shaky breath. “Wyatt, I -”

  “My girl,” he said. “Say it.”

  “Your girl,” I whispered.

  The dimple appeared and he kissed me lightly before releasing me and opening his door. “Good. Let’s eat.”

  * * *

  “How’s your steak?” Wyatt asked.

  “So good,” I replied. “But I’ll never be able to eat all of it. It’s ginormous.”

  He just grinned at me and ate another bite of his. “This is my favourite spot to eat in town.”

  “It’s really good,” I said. “Thanks for bringing me here.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “So, how was work today? Are you glad to be back on the day shift?” I asked.

  “Yes, and no,” he said. “More shit goes down at night, obviously, but the day shift can drag on. I had a domestic disturbance call today that was a pain in the ass.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  He nodded. “Yeah. They’ve been fighting for the last three years. It never gets physical or anything, but they scream at each other until the neighbours get sick of it and call us. We get called out there at least once a week. He keeps cheating on her and she wants to kick him out, but she’s afraid he’ll get half the house.”

  I ate a bite of salad. “Are they married or common-law?”

  “Common-law, but for over ten years.”

  “Do they jointly own the house?”

  “I’m not sure,” he said. “I think she owns it, but I’m not positive.”

  “Well, if they own it jointly, then the likelihood of him getting half of it, is pretty strong. The court will basically treat it like they’re married, it doesn’t matter what his behaviour is or if she paid more into the mortgage, that sort of thing. However, if she owns it herself, then she’s entitled to receive her own property without sharing its value. Basically, he gets nothing. So, if she owns the house, tell her to dump his cheating ass and give him the boot.”

  I took a sip of wine. “But if he owns the house, the same rules apply. So, make sure you mention that to her the next time you’re there. God, it’s so frustrating how many women don’t know their rights when it comes to stuff like this.”

  “Maybe you should open up your own law firm here in town and then you could tell them.”

  I smiled. “Owning my own law firm is my ultimate goal, but I probably need a bit more experience before… oh, shit. You son of a bitch.”

  Wyatt gave me a pleasant grin before popping another bite of steak into his mouth.

  “You did that on purpose,” I said.

  “Not entirely,” he replied. “The story was true, and I will happily pass on the information to her the next time I’m called out there.”

  “So, is it too late to convince you I watch a lot of Law and Order reruns, or should I give it a go?”

  “You’re hilarious.” He took a drink of beer. “So, why exactly is a lawyer working as a waitress in some diner with mediocre food and questionable food safety practices?”

  “Hey!” I gave him an indignant look. “The food is really good at the diner, and I’ll have you know Cook Stanley washes his hands almost seventy-five percent of the time after using the washroom.”

  “Oh God,” Wyatt made a face, “I’m never eating there again.”

  I laughed. “You’ve been eating there since you were a kid, W
yatt. I’m pretty sure your immune system has built up a defense against Stanley’s germs.”

  “So, you’re doing a wonderful job at trying to change the subject, but I repeat – why is a lawyer working at a diner?”

  I shrugged. “It’s not like this place is teeming with job offers for lawyers.”

  “True. Where did you work before?”

  “Uh, just a small firm in the city. You won’t have heard of it. I specialized in family law, helping single mothers get child support, that sort of thing.”

  “You enjoy it, obviously.”

  “I do,” I said.

  “So, why did you leave?”

  “Boy, this steak is just way too much to eat.” I pushed away my plate and glanced around the restaurant for the server. “I’m going to get the rest packed up.”

  “Magnolia.”

  “Are you done? Should I get a take-out container for you?” I refused to look at Wyatt.

  “Magnolia, look at me, please.”

  I gave him an irritable look. “What?”

  “Who are you running from, baby?”

  “Oh my God, I’m not running from anyone. I just – I needed a new start, so I left. Okay? Can we just leave it at that?”

  “Why are you afraid to tell me?”

  “I’m not afraid,” I said. “There’s nothing to tell, Wyatt. I needed a fresh start, so that’s what I’m trying to do.”

  “By working as a waitress at a diner?”

  “This is just to make enough money so I can move on. Remember?”

  Hurt flashed briefly across his face. “I remember.”

  I was instantly feeling guilty and sick to my stomach. Fuck. Why the hell did I let myself get so attached to the man across from me?

  Attached? That’s a real funny way to say love, Mags.

  I took a deep breath, pushing that thought out of my mind like it was a hissing, spitting snake. I couldn’t love Wyatt. I couldn’t. Because if I did love him, then leaving this town wasn’t an option, and I couldn’t stay. What if Ruby found me here?

  My brain knew it was a real stretch to think her obsession would continue once I was gone, but… what if it had? What if she found me and she realized I was in love with Wyatt? She was certifiably insane and I had the restraining order to prove it.

  She wanted me all to herself and if she thought that I cared for Wyatt, if she thought that he was more important to me than she ever would be…

  Mags, you’re overreacting. Yes, she’s crazy. Yes, she’s dangerous. But she won’t find you. How could she? This isn’t some movie where the bad guy has tons of resources to find the good guy. She’s gone from your life forever. You love Wyatt, you should be with him.

  My inner voice made some good points, so why couldn’t I believe it? Why was there this niggling, jiggling, squiggling little part of me that knew Ruby would find me?

  “Maggie? You okay, baby?” Wyatt was giving me a look of concern and the part of me that was attached – attached, definitely not love – almost melted. God, I was being a real bitch to him, and he was still being sweet.

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t mean to be so awful to you and I apologize. But there isn’t anything wrong and I’m not – I’m not running. It’s been a long day and I’m tired. Can we drop it?”

  “Sure,” he said. “Any decisions on when you’ll be leaving our small town?”

  I winced and studied my half-eaten steak. “No, not yet. But if you don’t want to, um, continue this, I totally get it and -”

  “I want to continue.” He reached across the table and grabbed my hand. “I’m sorry, Maggie. Now I’m being a dick.”

  “You’re not,” I said. “Can we go home now?”

  “Yes,” he said, “we can go home.”

  * * *

  “Wyatt, please.” My voice was soft and hoarse from all the moaning and begging I’d been doing.

  He lifted his head from my breast and gave me a teasing smile. “Soon, baby.”

  “No, now. I need you.” I pushed on his broad shoulders as he dipped his head back to my breast and licked a slow circle around my swollen and pleasantly throbbing nipple.

  “Oh God,” I muttered, “I’m gonna go crazy, honey.”

  He laughed before kissing the tip of my nipple. “I doubt that, but since you’ve been such a good girl tonight, I’ll give you what you want.”

  “Can I be on top?” I asked when he leaned back.

  “Yes.” He rolled to his back and when he grabbed the condom from the nightstand, I plucked it out of his hands.

  “Let me, sir,” I said with a little giggle.

  He grinned and tucked his hands behind his back, watching as I carefully rolled it down over his dick. “I’m getting really good at this.”

  He didn’t reply, but I was too busy straddling him and carefully sliding his dick deep into my pussy to notice. As his now familiar width stretched my inner walls, I made a happy little coo and glanced up at him.

  “Wyatt?” I froze on top of his hard body. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  He was still rock-hard inside of me, but his face was closed off and withdrawn. I leaned over and stroked his chest. “Something’s wrong, please tell me.”

  He looked away, his hands still tucked under his head. “I don’t like the thought of you putting a condom on some other guy’s dick.”

  My entire insides actually rolled with nausea at the thought. Without thinking, I said, “I’m not gonna sleep with another guy, Wyatt.”

  He made a low snort of anger. “That’s bullshit and we both know it.”

  “It isn’t,” I insisted. “I won’t sleep with anyone but you.” I cupped his face and made him look at me. I stroked his jawline with my thumb and whispered. “I’m your girl.”

  His face deepened into the grin that I’d grown to love, and he said, “You’re my girl.”

  His warm hands cupped my hips and I moaned happily when he made two slow pumps into me. I braced my hands on his chest and rode him with slow and gentle movements, watching his face as we brought each other closer to the edge.

  “Wyatt,” I moaned when he wouldn’t let me move faster. “Please.”

  “Nice and slow, baby,” he whispered.

  I moaned again and dug my nails into his chest, each slide of this thick cock sending little quivers of pleasure through my body. I loved it when Wyatt fucked me hard and rough, but this tender, slow slide and retreat was incredible.

  He reached up and cupped the back of my skull, smiling sweetly at me as our bodies worked together to bring us both pleasure. “That’s right, baby, just like that,” he panted. “So good.”

  “Mmm,” I agreed. I arched my back, meeting each of his thrusts with the same slow and deliberate pace. “I want to cum, honey. I’m so close.”

  He reached between us and the moment his rough fingers brushed against my clit, my orgasm washed over me. It was sweet and intense and perfect. I shuddered wildly, my pussy clamping around his dick, my head dropping back as I rode out my orgasm. Beneath me, Wyatt was arching, his fingers digging into my ass as he gave in to his own need to climax.

  I collapsed against him, pressing light kisses against his chest as he stroked my hair and our frantic heartbeats slowly returned to normal. I stayed where I was as he softened inside of me, enjoying the feel of his hard warmth below me.

  “Maggie?”

  “Hmm?” I replied.

  “Does this mean you’re staying?” His delightful and perfect hands rubbed my back in long, soothing strokes.

  I raised my head and gave him a sleepy, sated smile. “I’m staying.”

  * * *

  “Breakfast was delicious. Thank you.” Wyatt bent down and kissed me. He tasted like bacon and coffee and I grinned at him.

  “You’re welcome. Have a good day, honey.”

  He laughed and gave me a light slap to the butt. “You too. Do you need me to pick up anything from the store on my way home tonight?”


  “Actually, if you can pick up some mushrooms and a bag of salad, that would be super helpful.”

  “Will do.” He kissed me again and shrugged into his vest. “See you tonight, baby.”

  “Bye.” I watched his amazing ass walk out of the kitchen before leaning against the counter and sipping at my coffee.

  I was happy. Blissfully happy. Sure, there was still a small part of me worried about Ruby, but I had to put that out of my head. Even if she was looking for me, she wouldn’t find me. How could she?

  Deciding to stay here, deciding to stay with Wyatt, was the right decision. I loved him and, even though he hadn’t said he loved me, I knew he did. It was quick, I hadn’t even known him a month yet, but my parents fell in love after two days and were married in two months. Sometimes love happened fast.

  From the moment the words “I’m staying” came out of my mouth, I’d been… at peace, I guess you could say. My worries and fears were still there, I suppose, but they were muted by the realization that I had a man I loved and a place that was starting to feel like home.

  Hell, I was even considering the idea of starting my own law firm. I might have been young, but I would do a hell of a better job than that lazy ass Boris Galthwaite.

  “Shit!” I glanced at the clock on the microwave. I’d been standing here like a love-struck fool for almost five minutes and if I didn’t get my ass moving, I’d be late for work. I dumped the rest of my coffee down the sink.

  The doorbell rang and I headed toward the front door. A smile spreading across my lips, I opened the door and said, “Hey, handsome, did you forget…”

  “Hello, Maggie. Have you missed me?”

  I stared wide-eyed at the woman standing in my doorway. The gun pointed at me made fear claw and tear its way into my chest.

  “Ruby,” I whispered, “Ruby, how did you find me?”

  “Did you really think I wouldn’t, Maggie?” She said as a tender smile crossed her face.

  I couldn’t stop staring at her. She’d cut and dyed her hair into the same style and shade as mine, and her formerly brown eyes were covered with blue contacts.

  My gaze flickered to the cluster of three freckles that dotted her left temple, the exact shape and size of the freckles that were on mine. Her right hand still holding the gun, she used her left hand to touch the freckles. “Do you like? I had them tattooed on. A bit painful, but worth it.”