by Mia Ford
Or maybe I’m nuts. Perhaps my ego really is off the scale and I’ll getting out of control. Who knows?
“Oh my God!” Cici squeals as the fireworks light up the sky. “How did you know this would happen?”
I lean into her, wrapping my arms around her back and resting them on her torso. I snuggle my face into her neck, breathing in the wonderful scent of her hair while we watch. “See? I told you it would be worth it.”
“Oh yeah.” Cici nods enthusiastically. “Totally worth it. If you’d told me then I would’ve gone faster.”
“But then it wouldn’t have been a surprise.”
“Oh yeah, that’s true.” She rocks her hips back into me. “The shock factor was pretty cool.”
We watch the rest of the fireworks display in silence, with my arms clinging to her the entire time. Even when I heard about the fireworks, I didn’t think I’d bring her up to it, but now that me and Cici are here it feels right. I don’t even mind that I’m up here with her rather than down there with my colleagues sniffing out the next clue. Well, not much. Maybe there’s a small part of me itching to get down there, but it isn’t strong enough to drag me away, and that’s really something. That’s enough to make me realize that this is something truly special.
Chapter Nine – Cici
I feel like my body is flaming as we go into Will’s apartment. This isn’t somewhere I ever thought I’d end up again, but I’m glad that I am. I’m also pleased I didn’t let Michelle’s words freak me out. Maybe she’s dated bad boys who she wanted to change and failed, but that isn’t what’s happening here. There really is something between me and Will, something that’ll easily overcome anything from the past. He didn’t even know me then, how can I pass judgement on his behavior before I came into his life, can I?
“I don’t know if I showed you around last time, did I?” Will asks me, with his hand still looped through mine. “We kinda just rushed from room to room, didn’t we? Do you want to see the place?”
I nod while a heat creeps through me. “Sure, that sounds good. Show me everything, I want to see it all.”
Will takes me through his apartment, showing me everything. Not that I noticed too much last time, but today it’s definitely a lot tidier. I wonder if he’s put all that effort in to making it nice for me. Just a perfect end to a seriously awesome date. Being out with Will wasn’t like being with anyone else. His date was different. Even the standard having dinner part, because I was with him and we have this intense chemistry, it was better. Sure, it was a little odd in the beginning, there was some definite awkwardness, but we got over that pretty sharpish.
Then there were the fireworks. Maybe if it hadn’t been for that, I wouldn’t be here now. I’d try to pretend that this was a real first date and I wouldn’t want to have sex the very first date, but the fireworks ignited that spark within me. Plus, we have already had sex anyway, so it isn’t like I’m trying to maintain anything. We’ve overstepped that boundary so I’m free to behave however the hell I want to. And I want to be here right now.
“You don’t have any photographs,” I muse thoughtfully as we move around his home. “Like, at all?”
“Hmm, no I suppose not.” He claps his hand to his forehead. “I guess I’m just not a picture person.”
On impulse, I grab him and I tug my cell phone out of my bag and I take a quick selfie of the pair of us. “There. Now you have a picture.” I stick my tongue out at him. “That’s one for the wall, isn’t it?”
A little part of me expects him to freak out. I wait for him to warn me not to overreact and start reading into things that aren’t there. We had sex once and now we’re on our first date, I shouldn’t try and infiltrate his home, but shockingly I get none of that. He shrugs and smiles at me. “Sure. Sounds good, print it out.”
“Really?” I laugh. “Are you sure? I can’t do it now, but I will. I’ll get a frame for it too.”
Will senses my challenge and he rises to it. “Oh, you better, and I’ll put it on the mantlepiece.”
Weirdly, I hope he does. That would solidify what I’m pretty sure is going on between us. There’s something underlying, building, growing. I can’t wait to find out more about what it is.
Aside from the lack of photographs and the new cleanliness, the other thing I spot are the books. He has books everywhere, all kinds as well. He must like his reading. I like it too, but this is on another level. His dining table has about six books on it and no sign of food. Does he read and not eat? What’s the deal with that?
I’m just about to ask him something about it, but before I get the chance Will makes his move. He grabs onto me and he kisses me with even more passion that the last time that we were together. His lips pretty much strip my breath away. I fall against him, instantly giving myself over to him at the very first opportunity.
“I have been wanting to kiss you all night long,” he murmurs as he pushes me back against the table. “Those fucking lips of yours are something else. Mmm, I’ve been dreaming about them all week.”
Maybe this is a line. I’m well aware that he’s been a player, but there’s something about them that feel real. I can almost picture him lying on his bed, thinking about me the way I have been him. It’s awesome to think of us both pining for one another, waiting for the moment that we can finally be together again.
“Yeah,” I rasp back. “I have been thinking about kissing you as well. It feels much better in person.”
“Oh, fuck me, you’re right about that one. It really does. So much better.”
I hitch myself up onto the table, pushing myself into a sitting position. I part my thighs, inviting him in, and he takes full advantage, pressing himself into me so I can feel how rock hard he is already. Fuck, it feels good!
Will grabs at my dress needily, he pulls at it as if he wants to shred it to pieces just to get it off me. I rise my butt of the wood so he can get it off. I want it gone as well, and as it flies from my body it feels good. I get that super intense self confidence again which seems to come from him, it’s insane.
His hands run all over my skin as he lowers to his knees between my legs. My eyes fall close and my head lolls backwards as desire claims me. Ragged breaths fall out of my mouth, I cling so tightly to the table that I can feel my knuckles turning a funny shade of white. I need something to keep me fixed in place.
“Oh God,” I moan as his fingers loop over the waist band of my panties. This time I picked the hot red pair on purpose. I knew that I might want him to see them. “Oh, Will, you are fucking driving me crazy.”
I force myself to snap my eyes open as I can feel the prickling of his eyes upon me. I can see the deep warmth of his gaze as I stare down at him, just as he pulls the panties from my body. The material of the underwear tingles against my skin as he pulls them over my hyper sensitive thighs. I can feel prickles absolutely everywhere.
Once I’m cold and exposed, I suck in a deep breath and I hold it there for a few moments in anticipation. Will moves his mouth closer, allowing his breath to tickle me. It’s hard for me to keep sitting still with this deep shiver racing up and down my spine. Already I feel like I might explode like those fireworks, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. I want him to, I’m trying to beg him with my stare, but he’s taking his time. Probably to tease me.
“Holy fuck!” But then the moment happens. In a shocking second, he presses his lips into me and he flicks his tongue over my clit. I’m on fire, and that becomes even more obvious as he explores me with his mouth.
Will’s mouth touches me in a way that I haven’t ever been touched before. His lips brush over my soaking wet slit, his tongue darts in and out of me, the patterns he traces over my clit are everything.
“Fuck,” I gasp out, needing to express myself somehow. “Fucking hell, oh my God, Will.”
His hands grab onto my butt so he can fix me in place, he keeps me still while he controls me. He might be the one on his knees, subservient to me, but still he seems to be t
he one who has all the power. I reach my fingers into his hair and brush his head while he commands me, while he pushes me closer to the edge of desire.
“Oh shit!” The orgasm hits me like a punch in the stomach. It’s so powerful and shocking that I buckle completely under the weight of it all. I lose all the function in my muscles and I flop backwards onto the table, giving up completely. I become a slave to the sensations that make me writhe and wriggle. It fills me up, consumes my chest with butterflies, heats me up and relaxes me all at once. “Oh, my fucking God, Will.”
I like him. The thought hits me hard. I like him far too much. As the orgasm shatters me, I let my feelings for Will swallow me up whole. This could even be the guy that I fall in love with, properly, for the first time.
God, I’m insane. I’m letting my heart run away with me. I need my head to snap back into gear to get the better of me. But it doesn’t. My head is flying, I don’t even know where I am anymore.
Once the pleasure subsides, I prop myself up onto my elbows, expecting to stand, but it seems that Will has other ideas. He grips onto my hips and drags me further down the table until my butt is hanging over the edge, and he slowly tugs his trousers down. I chew down on my bottom lip and watch in awe as he grips onto his thick cock and he brings it closer to me. I clench myself in anticipation while I wait for him.
Will leans over me and he kisses me lightly while he pushes himself into me. As he pulls back he drags me into a sitting position so I can wrap my arms around him and cling to him while we thrust against one another. Will thrusts hard and fast, he braces against my clit every single time, which somehow makes the blissful sensation feel even better. It lasts longer and intensifies making me feel like I’m in heaven. I cling tightly to Will, making sure that whatever it is he’s doing doesn’t end. My needy heart is gagging for it.
As I come the second time, Will does at the same time, which builds and deepens our bond. We kiss frantically throughout it all, swallowing up one another’s screams as we do. I feel more connected to him than I ever have done before, which only reinforces the idea that we’re meant to be. I was meant to meet this guy, I’m sure of it.
Even if Annabelle and Landon don’t last, their wedding won’t have been for nothing. It’ll have brought me and Will together and that means something. I really think that this could be the start of something…
“Let me take you to bed,” Will murmurs as he picks me up. “Why can’t we ever just make it to the bed?”
I love his bed. It’s much bigger and softer than mine. It seems that his bedroom is the one room in his apartment that he actually cares about. I suppose that makes sense, he works hard and needs rest. In my tiny apartment, it’s the living room, which I’m now realizing might be a mistake. If only I had a bigger salary, I could make my bedroom better… but maybe I won’t have to if I’m going to be here more often than not then I won’t need to.
God, what is wrong with me? I sneer at myself. Why can’t I stop getting ahead of myself?
It’s hard when I’m here in Will’s arms, he makes me feel so safe that I can’t seem to stop myself. There’s something about him that makes me feel like I can fall if I want to. He hasn’t given me any reason to be afraid and I like that about him. Well, really I like everything about him. I’m going to prove Michelle and the rest of them wrong.
Chapter Ten – Will
“So, there were deals going down at the firework display and you didn’t arrest the guys?” I snap at the two younger cops who are right now trying to justify why they fucked up last night. I don’t even know their names yet, and if this is how they work then I guess I won’t have to. “How the fuck are you going to explain that?”
They share a look, one where I’m sure they’re trying to work out their stories with one another. I grit my teeth, doing what I can to keep my red hot burning temper inside while I wait. I would love nothing more than to knock some sense into these assholes, but I really can’t. I’ve seen officers lash out in a mood before and it never ends well. Suspensions, fines, and an endless stream of bullshit paper work. I hate nothing more than paper work.
“We didn’t get anyone in directly,” one of them offers. “But the note might be a clue, right?”
The note… the fucking note. Just another prod from Kingpin winding me up. This clue is so much worse than any of the others because it only confirms what I already suspected. Well, I didn’t so much suspect as I allowed myself to believe in my own paranoia, but now it seems clear. Kingpin knows I’m after him and he wants me to be aware that I don’t stand a chance in hell of catching him. That cocky fucker is killing me.
“The note?” I sneer, trying to play it down. “You mean the bit of paper that says ‘Right under our nose, WY.’? That one? You going to tell me that this is meant for us and you aren’t actually reaching?” My voice is getting too high, I’m almost at the point of yelling but I can’t stop it. I’m fuming. Fucking fuming. “Hmm? Well?”
“It did say DEA on the envelope… but I don’t know what happened to that, and WY… that’s you, right? You’re the guy in charge of the investigation. It could be a clue. Someone you… maybe you know?”
I cannot be someone I know, of that I’m certain. If this finally comes to an end and I find out that it’s someone in my life I will murder them. This has been consuming me, wrecking me. I can’t go on to learnt that I’ve missed stuff. It will kill me and probably my career as well. I don’t know if I could be forgiven for that.
“It isn’t someone I know, you fucking idiot,” I growl angrily. “If it’s anything for me, then it means that Kingpin has been acting under our noses and we haven’t done anything about it yet. Or so he knows.”
My head falls into my hands, distress gets the better of me, I did not want to walk into this today. After such an awesome night last night, I was feeling all good about life, but now I feel like shit again.
How can I keep juggling things? If I’d been there last night rather than on my date, none of this would have happened. No mistake of this magnitude would happen under my watch. I want to fucking scream. I can hear my cell phone dinging away in my pocket, and I’m sure it’s Cici, but I can’t look at it right now. I totally can’t think about her while this is all swimming violently around me. I need to be fully focused.
“Will?” Andre knocks on the door to my office and he peers his head around. “I have something to tell you.”
I wave my hand to invite him in. “It can’t be anything worse than these assholes, so yeah, fire away.”
“It’s actually to do with Jones and Simons.” Ah, I see Andre has bothered to learn their names. “The stash they pulled in from last night wasn’t actually drugs. It was just a white powder that looks suspiciously like it.”
My heart explodes. I pretty much feel like my chest has split open in temper. “Are you fucking kidding me? Are you actually insane? It isn’t even real? Did you not even take sniffer dogs with you?” Maybe that isn’t fair. They wouldn’t take a dog on a general stake out, but still I’m too fucking mad for that. “You idiots!”
“We… it was… We didn’t mean to…” There aren’t any more excuses, we all know that. I wave my hand and send them away, already forgetting about their names all over again. They’re so fucking useless. I don’t want to work with them again. I don’t even want to see their faces again. I just want this done.
“Andre, this is a fucking nightmare. Am I right? And have you seen this dumb ass note?”
I push it across the table to him and watch as his expression stiffens. “Well, this is a bit shit…” After a brief and thoughtful pause, he continues. “But I wouldn’t read too much into it. I wouldn’t assume that it’s anything personal against you. Your name is well known and associated with the DEA. Anyone in the drugs world will know you.” He shrugs in a blasé manner. “It’s just a little wind up. It’s under all of our noses.”
For some reason, even though I’ve already told myself that it won’t be someone I know
, that idea sits uncomfortably with me. Yes, I’m in charge of this particular investigation, but I don’t think that’s common knowledge. Surely, it would be better to target the bug boss guy. And is Andre being too calm about this? What if he’s using his police knowledge and the evidence room to keep things going? He’s a smart guy, I’m sure any of us could work the system if we wanted to, and he does have a much bigger home than me…
No, I stop myself rapidly. Stop it already. This is totally insane. It isn’t Andre at all!
“Yeah, I suppose it is.” I pace the room while I tap my chin thoughtfully. “I can’t sit around here all day long. I need to do some explorations, I need to try and see what I can find. I’m going to chase up some cold leads. If this is ‘under our noses’ then maybe that means we’ve missed something obvious. I’m going to check it out.”
Andre knows that if I’ve got a bee in my bonnet, then I can’t be controlled. I have to just get out. I haven’t ever been great at sitting behind a desk either. I’m much better being still when I’m on a stake out. Right now, I need to be anywhere but here. The obsession is building, it’s growing in my chest, I need to explore it.
“Okay, buddy. You give me a call if you come across anything, alright? And I’ll see what we can do this end. If we find anything in all the… evidence that the boys brought in, then I’ll let you know.”