by Karen Raines
“I don’t know what’s going on Bri…” I trail off when she pushes onto her tiptoes and gently presses her lips to mine. This is the part where I normally go balls to the wall, devouring my prey but right now? I kiss her back gently, slowly. Fuck that’s hot. A little voice in the back of my head (which sounds suspiciously like Marcus) is screaming at me to retreat from this fire, but I can’t find the will to do it.
“Surveillance,” she breathes against my lips as we break apart. “We’re wired and working. Let’s get the intel we need and have some dinner.”
She slips out from under my arms and reaches for the handle of the door. “And if you’re a good boy, you can eat me for dessert.”
***
While Bri flutters her eyelashes at the waiter, I watch the room. We’ve scored prime seating with a perfect view of the tables, not that it’s needed. Our state of the art technology has the ability to pick out any voice in a crowd, but it would save time if we can bug the right table in the beginning. The bimbo would be here any minute and there were only two tables to choose from with reservations on them making my job a hell of a lot easier.
Between us, we had them both covered thanks to a little fancy footwork and some gushy flower love.
Disclaimer – she was the gushy flower lover.
“I got eyes,” Bri murmurs behind her wine glass.
I give her a wink and take a gulp of my own drink, wishing for a cold beer instead of this expensive crap. Nadia drops into view, looking like she’s wearing negligée instead of a dress. A frown creases my forehead as she tosses her blonde extensions and gives her hips some crazy sway on her way through the tables.
“Jesus woman, get some dignity,” Bri chokes and shakes her head.
“Give her some credit Bri. It takes dedication to look that trashy.”
She laughs quietly. “She looks no different to your usual conquests.”
My face scrunches up in disgust, but I don’t refute it. I know my past is a little on the shallow side, although not as packed with pussy as Bri seems to think. “What can I say… I’ve matured?”
Her eyes roll but I don’t miss the tiny smile as she glances around her. Those eyes narrow when Nadia stands by the table I had bugged. “Dammit,” she mumbles, opening her purse and producing a twenty. I snatch it from her hand with a flourish.
“Why do you always win our bets? Drives me nuts,” she grumbles.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to remind her that I’m a winner in everything, I am the king, a god among men…. But she snatches the bill back out of my hand with a triumphant look on her pretty face. My eyes slide to the right just in time to see the same waiter from earlier guiding Nadia to a different table – Bri’s table.
“Fuck!”
My gleeful date rubs her hands together and gestures towards my wallet. “Pay up Maitland.”
I can tell my luck has run out on this trip already, and so can the giddy woman sat across from me. “Smug looks good on you Fairbanks.”
“Why, thank you.”
We order our dinner and sit back, seeming every inch the relaxed vacation couple. My phone lights up on the table, informing me that the feed is live and transmitting back to the servers. We will be able to hear everything in our earpieces and thanks to the wonder of technology, I can hone in on the right table and mute the other conversations going on around the targets. My fingers fly over the screen, making the necessary adjustments and when Bri gives a nod, I know we have the right balance.
Nadia’s girlie giggle echoes into my ear and we both roll our eyes at the same time. No pussy is worth having to listen to that voice. How she had managed to bag the Mayor and Frankie McGregor is beyond me. She orders the most expensive wine on the list and an elaborate meal for two to go with it, one I’m sure she won’t even eat. This woman is priceless.
“He’s late,” Bri whispers.
Pulling her hand into mine, I make a show of kissing her knuckles. For the benefit of the charade of course, nothing to do with the passing waiter with his eyes glued to her chest.
“Don’t fucking blame him, she’s a mess.”
“Be serious.” Her fingers sweep across my stubble, lingering way longer than is necessary to keep up appearances.
My cock starts to wake up and that’s the last thing I need in these fucking pants.
“He’s only twenty minutes late, give him a chance.”
“That would be a big X in the box if it was my date, buddy,” she quips.
I take another sip of my shitty wine and steal a look at the woman in question. She doesn’t seem to care that her date is late, but then again, she is engrossed in her phone and on her second glass already.
“She’s gonna end up hammered at this rate.”
“Perfect, maybe she’ll spill some info.” I wink over at Bri. “Or give us a show.”
“Ewww you perv.”
“Don’t act like you don’t like to watch, love.” A light blush covers her cheeks as she tries to hold her disgusted expression. “You were every bit as invested in our solo acts earlier as I was.”
“Maybe,” she allows, her throat bobbing as she swallows. Her hand presses to her neck and then one digit begins lightly tracing a path down to those magnificent breasts. “But I much preferred the team effort.”
A small tearing sound hits my ears and my eyes widen as I glance down at my lap. Well…. Shit.
“What was that?”
Eyebrows raised, I shoot her a scowl. “That would be the zipper on my stupid ass pants splitting open because someone is giving me a chubby.”
She pauses for a beat then bursts into fits of laughter, drawing the attention of every set of eyes in the room. So much for keeping a low profile. My hand shoots out and grabs hers tightly, giving it a little jerk. She sobers almost immediately, and a guilty look crosses her features before she can school them. I soften my grip immediately and give her palm a squeeze.
“We have incoming.” Her eyes fly to mine and dart back behind me, focusing on Nadia’s date. “It’s the new player.”
Nadia groans in my ear, seemingly unhappy with her dinner partner. I wait for him to be seated before turning my head to the side and catching a glimpse. It was the guy from earlier but whereas before he had stared at the woman with distaste, now he was looking at her with interest.
“What are you doing here,” Nadia hisses. She downs her wine and drops the glass back onto the table in obvious frustration.
Calvin chuckles and pours himself a glass before refilling hers. “My brother has been delayed, he sends his apologies. I promised to take care of you for the evening.”
Bri frowns across the table. Nothing in our reports links him to Frankie, as far as we knew the mob boss was an only child.
“And how exactly do you plan to do that?” Nadia fixes her eyes on her companion in a clear challenge.
“Oh, I have ideas,” Calvin smirks.
I have a feeling the show we’d joked about is going to be ugly. Fuck my life.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Briella
If I see Nadia rub her boobs on Calvin’s arm one more time… Do women really think rubbing their chest on a guy is a turn on? I decide to test the theory.
We’re in one of those circular booths. The ones that have one giant curved bench seat. We were sitting close already towards the middle so we each had an unrestricted view, but I slide until our thighs are touching.
My tits rub against Colby’s arm when I reach for some bread on the other side of him. I rub them up and down a few times then sit back, minus the bread of course. I’m not actually hungry.
When I look up at his face I’m not met with his eyes. No sir. He’s locked in on my girls and there’s no signs of him breaking focus in the near future. I clock him in the shoulder knocking him out of his daydream.
“Huh, yeah… what?” He coughs into his hand and gives me a cocky smirk.
“Men are all pigs.”
“They’re tits. If you rub them
on me don’t expect shit to get done.”
I shake my head in disbelief turning back towards Nadia. Along with rubbing her chest all over Calvin, she’s been downing shot after shot. She’s clearly upset that her original date isn’t here. It sucks that we’re still left in the dark, but I have a feeling about this guy. He’s bad news, it’s oozing off him.
This dinner hasn’t been very informative. We’ve gotten no names, no plans and no idea why the hell she’s really here. Also, no freaking clue how she’s linked to Calvin O’Leary. Colby’s guy even sent him an email with more information he found on him and it doesn’t mention anywhere that he has a brother. I guess the term brother can be used in a few ways. There’s a lot more research to be done.
“Maybe you should take me home big fella.” Nadia whispers after downing another shot of patron. It’s number seven and I’m surprised she’s still upright. She’s tall but has zero meat on her bones. In fact, I’m surprised she’s holding herself like a frat boy.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
I look towards Colby who’s also listening intently. “I’m going to head back to the house. One of us needs to be there when they get back and you still need to pay the bill.”
“Why do I have to pay?” He scoffs in mock outrage.
“Because it was our first date. If you insist I pay, I’ll have to insist you’re a cheap bastard. Wine and dine me baby.” I wink and start the process of sliding out of the booth in this tiny ass dress. I originally bought it to drive Colby insane but all it’s done is annoy the hell out of me. My tits won’t stay put and if I breathe too hard it might shred to pieces.
Colby catches me by the waist and pulls me back towards him. “You didn’t give me a goodbye kiss. That’s breaking the rules of first date etiquette.”
There’s fire in my eyes, but I decide to give him a taste of his own medicine. I lean in and press my mouth to his. When his lips part I pull back and lightly smack his cheek with my hand. “If we’re following rules so closely I’m pretty sure there’s a no tongue rule in the guidelines too.”
“Maybe if you’re a prude.” He growls.
I laugh. “Lucky for you I put out on the first date.”
After sliding out, I turn towards Colby and blow him a kiss. I really shouldn’t play with him when we’re working, but it’s too much fun. I really wish I could hang around and see how he handles the ripped zipper situation he has going on. His eyes shift and he starts watching the target intently. “I’m going to tail them back. Make sure there’s no funny business going on. My gut’s telling me there’s something off about this guy.”
“Your gut is never wrong Casanova. I’ll see you in a bit.”
He winks and my vagina quivers. Not now, we’re working you whore.
Outside the restaurant I notice a few men guarding the front door. I recognize them from detailing the Mayor’s wife. I’ll need to warn Colby that tailing may be more difficult than he thinks with all these men on Nadia.
I shoot off a quick text for Colby to be safe and continue my journey back to our home away from home. I take my time walking back because there’s no way they’ll get home before I’m ready. Nadia’s sloppy as hell and Calvin seems content on letting her lead the situation. Hell, he’s probably liquoring her up so he can get in her pants later. She doesn’t send off a wholesome vibe that’s for sure.
I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s something about Calvin O’Leary. And let’s not forget familiar. I’d bet anything I know him, I just can’t pinpoint how. Colby said on the video earlier he seemed agitated by being here. At dinner, you would have never guessed he was disgusted to be with her. The sexual tension is wafting off him and that’s not something you can fake. Well, I don’t think so anyways. He definitely wants something from Nadia, but what?
Walking down the beach towards our hut is peaceful. The wind blows my hair from my face and it’s freeing. What I wouldn’t give to live somewhere like this year-round. The perfect temperature 365 days a year. I’ve always loved the beach. There’s nothing better than sinking your toes in the sand or walking through the waves of the ocean.
Finally deciding I need to get to the house, I make my way to the hut in the distance. One day. One day I’ll own a place like this on the beach. I can picture me and Colby out on a hammock or lying on a blanket with the warm sun soaking into our skin.
Huh. Where the hell did that come from? Colby doesn’t do relationships being a complete commitment-phobe. I guess that’s why they call them daydreams.
I make it back to the place with five minutes to spare. Just enough time to swap out my dress and heels for some comfy cotton shorts and a black tank. If we have a night of monitoring I might as well be comfortable.
My eyes threaten to close after sitting on the bed bored out of my mind for the past half hour when a banging has me wide awake. The first thing I see is Nadia stumble through the door with Calvin close behind her. She twirls around and pushes him against the wall before slamming her mouth to his. He roughly grips her ass and pulls her closer.
Guess they aren’t wasting any time.
I have to switch views on the screen as they stumble through the first floor, bouncing off the walls like a pinball machine. They make-out like a couple of sloppy teens and eventually make it to the bedroom after some even sloppier groping. She has an enormous King size bed smack dab in the middle of the room. She’s writhing like a cat in heat trying to rip her dress from her body after being thrown to the center of the bed. She obviously had plans for tonight seeing that she’s wearing her birthday suit under her dress.
Where the hell does all the… moistness go? Seriously. If you don’t have panties on and let’s say moisture builds… actually that’s more plausible for Nadia. Girls hot and horny 24/7. This guy can probably get her ready in two second flat by cutting his toe nails. Does her arousal drip down her fucking leg? This is the worst thought that’s ever been in my head. Gag.
Calvin deserves props for his restraint though. He’s standing at the foot of the bed as she plays with her massive tits. It starts getting a little hot in the hut when he sticks his head between her legs and she arches her back.
“Christ.” I look around feeling like a voyeur. But it’s like a car crash, I can’t help but look.
“You dirty girl.”
I jump when Colby whispers in my ear taking ten years off my life.
“Don’t do that! You scared the shit out of me.”
“You didn’t hear me come in. I could have been anybody.” He looks towards the monitor and smiles. “Now I know why.” He lets out a low whistle. “Lucky bastard, I wish I was motorboating your pussy. I bet I can make you scream much louder.” His breath on my neck causes a shiver to quake my body.
“You can’t motorboat a vagina.” I laugh.
“Wanna bet? You know I take it as a personal challenge to prove you wrong.” He runs a single finger along my arm causing me to shiver.
“You always know just what to say.” What he doesn’t know is my panties are wet whether motorboating my lady bits is a real thing or not. I’m more than willing to let him change my mind.
Colby takes a seat next to me and throws his arm around my shoulder. “I’ve never seen live porn before. When do you think the lesbian friend’s going to show up?”
“Excuse me?”
“There’s always a lesbian friend that joins and the twosome becomes a threesome.”
I laugh. “I don’t think…”
“Look.” Colby leans forward and points to the bottom of the screen. “Someone’s in the room.”
“This is either going to get crazy kinky or Nadia’s in for a horrible surprise.”
And the smile on her face said it all.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Colby
I was in heaven.
I don’t care if that makes me sound like a pervert, but I defy any man to say he wasn’t hosting a major fucking chubby while he sat on a bed with a hot semi-dressed wo
man… and watching porn.
Nadia’s head was thrown back on the bed while Calvin roughly pushed her legs apart and set to work. It isn’t like we can see all the good stuff, but my cock doesn’t mind.
The best part about all this is the red tinge covering Bri’s cheeks.
“I don’t think I can watch this…”
She makes to stand up, but I can’t have that. She made me feel uncomfortable earlier with the tit rub and the sassy hip sway… plus I’m having way too much fun to let her escape.
“No, I need you here… I can’t get changed and watch the show at the same time. I could miss something important and we don’t know who else is in the room yet.”
“You’re a dick,” she exclaims with a roll of her eyes.
“No love,” I drop my pansy ass pants to the floor and stand before her… commando. “This is a dick.”
“Oh my fucking god,” she laughs. “You’re so…”
“Big?” I slip out of my shirt and grab a pair of gym shorts.
“I was gonna go with crass.”
“Well if it gets the job done I’ll…. What the fuck?”
She immediately turns to face the monitors and gasps. Now things are getting interesting. Gomez has entered the picture and is stripping out of his clothes faster than a teenager at prom. Nadia seems to be quite the multitasker. Somehow in the last few minutes she has flipped position and settled nicely onto Calvin’s face. Now, Calvin seems more than fine with this, a far cry from the look of disgust he had passed her way earlier.
But then, pussy is pussy.
I’m a little surprised that the thought doesn’t seem to ring as true as it usually does. Maybe it’s the wine? Maybe, I muse, as Nadia slides down Calvin’s body and makes a show of rubbing her crotch all over his dick, maybe it has something to do with watching creepy dudes like Calvin and Gomez get some. It isn’t exactly the sexiest combo.