GetOn

by Regina Cole

  Ideal. Everything about her fit him to a T.

  “Is this what you wanted?” She wiggled her bare ass at him. She squealed when he smacked her cheek, leaving a light handprint.

  “Almost. Come here.”

  He grasped her hips and pulled her closer, spreading his own legs wide. “Here, put your hands on my knees.” She did so, and he almost came at the sight of her pussy from behind, pink and bare and glistening with want for him. In that moment, he thanked whatever deity had recently been looking out for him that they’d compared medical notes and decided her birth control was enough protection.

  He wanted to feel her—all of her—wrapped around his cock.

  “Now. Down slowly.”

  He gripped himself, rubbing at her damp slit as she lowered herself gradually. He slipped inside, both of them sighing as she settled farther onto him, taking him in by degrees until he was seated to the hilt.

  “Don’t move.”

  Garrett leaned back into the soft cushions behind him, his legs on either side of her generous hips, and took in the view. Her narrow waist made the flare of her hips more appealing, her full buttocks resting on his groin. And her pussy, good lord, her pussy gripped him, the heat of her body only making his cock swell further. His hips gave a small thrust of their own volition, and she gasped.

  “Ride me,” he commanded, and she raised up just a bit, only to lower slowly. He grunted his approval and she repeated the motion, a little quicker. Within seconds she was riding him hard, her full buttocks bouncing with the movement, her long curly hair tossing around her shoulders like a violent ocean wave in a storm.

  He met her thrust for thrust, rubbing along her back, gripping her ass, reveling in the feeling of her hot, slick pussy clutching his nude cock. It was a little slice of heaven, right there on his couch.

  “Oh my god,” she moaned as he parted her cheeks. “Please, Garrett.”

  “You want this?” He dipped his finger into her cleft again, running lower, down the split of her buttocks.

  “Please.” The word was drawn out on a long breath as she quickened her rhythm.

  With a wicked grin, Garrett complied. His index finger dragged down, down, deep into her cleft, then across her tight hole. Her inner muscles clamped as he circled with his finger. Her moans grew louder as he wet that finger with the fluid that coated his groin, the liquid evidence of her desire, and then he pressed against the ring of muscle that barred his entrance.

  Her hand shot between her thighs and she rubbed her clit furiously, hips pumping up and down while her pussy gripped his cock. His finger slipped inside and she screamed, her orgasm shuddering through her body, breaking her rhythm and strangling her cries.

  With a hoarse roar, he came then, the delicious spasms of her cunt around him too much to take.

  Their breaths were loud in the now-silent room, and Garrett wondered if he’d ever be able to see straight again.

  “Good god,” Mia breathed, her head hanging down between his legs. He wished he could be hard again immediately, because damn, what a beautiful view.

  “Let’s do that again tomorrow.”

  “The day after too,” she agreed, looking over her shoulder and smiling at him. He caught himself smiling back. Was this what love felt like? He was beginning to wonder.

  Several minutes later they were in his shower, lathering up and sharing small kisses, when his phone rang. It was on his bedside table, but with the way Trent had been calling him so often over the last day, he’d kicked up the volume on the ringer.

  It was probably Trent again. Probably important.

  “I should get that,” he said between kisses.

  “Probably,” she agreed. But he kept kissing her anyway.

  When they’d finally emerged, the phone rang again. With an apologetic wave, Garrett walked into the bedroom to answer it.

  “Trent,” he said in greeting, rubbing a towel over his head.

  “I tried to call you half an hour ago.”

  “Sorry, I was tied up. What’s going on?”

  There was a lot of background noise beneath Trent’s voice, and Garrett had to listen hard to understand his friend. “Ford is arranging another race. It’s supposed to be tomorrow night. Arborvale this time. Against Ramirez.”

  Garrett slammed his palm against the nightstand, a smile spreading across his face. “Good. I’ve been thinking about this ever since that first race. With a little time to plan, I think we can do more than just sneak in and watch for whatever goes on. We can get much closer than that.”

  “How?” Trent’s voice was incredulous, but hopeful.

  Garrett glanced over his shoulder into the bathroom. Mia had wrapped her hair in a turban and was now rummaging through his linen closet for his hairdryer.

  “Give me just a minute, okay?”

  He lowered the phone and walked into the bathroom. Mia looked up at his approach and scowled.

  “Seriously, do you have to hide the dryer from me every damn time?”

  He pulled it down from the upper shelf and she grimaced.

  “Damn tall people.”

  “You go ahead. I’m going to go into the other room, so I can hear Trent better.”

  She arched a brow at him as she began to untwist her towel turban. “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah, fine,” Garrett nodded, hoping his expression was benign. He didn’t want her getting anywhere near this plan of his. “Just a little discussion, nothing to worry about.”

  “O…kay.” She scowled at him just a bit, but he smiled and left the bathroom.

  He went to his office, shutting the door behind him and waiting until he could hear the faraway whir of the blow dryer. “Okay, we’re good. I just didn’t want Mia catching any whiff of this. I think you know as well as I do she won’t stand on the sidelines for anything, and this has a good amount of risk.”

  “Then spill, Garrett. We don’t have much time.”

  Garrett nodded, drumming his fingertips on his desk in nervous excitement. “This is the setup. You call Redmond and organize a drop.”

  He outlined his plan, got his partner’s begrudging approval, and with plans set for later that afternoon, Garrett cut the call with a sigh of nervous anticipation.

  Things were heating up. This thing would be over soon, one way or the other.

  He just hoped that he made it out alive and eliminated the threat that Ford posed to his happiness. He wouldn’t be able to relax, either alone or with Mia, until Ford had been arrested.

  After all, Ford had vowed to kill Garrett and everyone he loved if he interfered with his business again.

  And right now, Garrett had a love to lose. He wasn’t about to give Mia up for anyone.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Mia frowned at the closed office door. She hadn’t really been eavesdropping. She’d just finished drying her hair and getting dressed, and she’d come to find Garrett to ask if she could borrow the computer again. She’d wanted to see if Jules’ offer had come with her final paycheck. He was still on the phone with Trent, and she’d been about to turn around and leave him to his conversation when her name sailed through the door.

  “Mia won’t be a problem. I’ll leave her here.” A pause came then, as if Garrett was waiting for Trent’s reply. “No, you’re wrong. I can convince her. She won’t get in the way. I’ll meet you at the strip mall at four. Yeah. Just behind the empty storefront.”

  Garrett fell quiet again then cleared his throat. Mia’s frown deepened as her insides swirled with nerves. He was going to do something dangerous, and he didn’t want her to know about it. How very like him. But what could she do? He’d never agree to call the cops and let them handle it. He knew firsthand how dangerous these guys were. How could she let him walk into such a risky situation?

  She reached for the door but stopped with her hand on the knob.

  “I can’t say, T. I’m really thinking I’ve got feelings for this girl. She’s different, you know? Special.”

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p; Her heart leapt straight into her throat and stayed there. Her knuckles went white on the doorknob, but she didn’t dare move.

  “We’ve got to keep her far away from this. I can’t risk…” Garrett trailed off, and when his voice returned, it was strained. “I can’t lose her.”

  Her hand fell away and she took a tiny step back, and then another. She had to breathe, but she was afraid a choked sob would escape if she let go now. Garrett’s pain was so real, and it was right there in his voice. And he really cared about her.

  Her. Mia.

  She turned and walked away, hoping like hell he couldn’t hear her footfalls. She needed time to think.

  The back porch was on the cool side, but she sank onto one end of the swing anyway. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she stared out into the woods.

  “What do I do?” she whispered aloud as tears tracked down her cheeks. Her heart fluttered and pumped raggedly, like a bird with an injured wing trying to fly.

  She’d been alone since Abuela died. Friends and guys had come and gone, but nobody had really cared about her like this.

  Not like Garrett did.

  She sniffed and buried her face in her folded arms.

  How could she let him go waltzing into danger now? How could she lose the one person who thought she was special? He was so strong and so noble and so wounded. She wanted to run straight into the office and take that pain away from him.

  He was beautiful, and she’d never known another man like him. And she likely never would.

  “Hey.”

  She lifted her head, rubbing at her damp cheeks. “Hey.”

  The swing creaked as he sat down beside her. “Sorry about that. Call took longer than I expected.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close. “You smell good.”

  She pressed a kiss to his mouth. “It’s your soap.”

  “But you make it smell better.” He tilted her chin up, his brows lowering. “Are you okay?”

  “Of course. Totally fine.” She pasted a bright smile on her face. This wasn’t going to work, but she’d try it anyway. “Hey, do you mind taking me shopping this afternoon? I really need a couple of things.”

  He ran a finger lazily up her arm. “Yeah?”

  “I mean, I don’t know if you mind how long I stay here…”

  Garrett cleared his throat. “Well, I have to admit I like having you.” He laced his fingers through hers.

  “I like it too.” She glanced away, biting her lip. “We haven’t really talked about it though. I mean, I can’t stay here forever.”

  Silence fell between them, but Mia was glad when he didn’t let go of her hand. She looked straight ahead into the woods, afraid to see the expression on his face. After a minute or two, Garrett squeezed her fingers lightly.

  “It’s a big house, you know. It usually feels pretty empty, but with you here it’s not.”

  “You know, I’ve never asked before. I guess it’s kind of rude, but…you got fired from the force. How do you have enough money for this house? And all those nice cars?” Mia glanced at his face, relieved that his blank expression didn’t show anger at her question.

  “It’s a combination of things, really. Part of it is an inheritance from my father. He started a steelworks company, and he sold it at the right time. Since I was the only child and my mom was long gone, I got everything when he passed.”

  “I’m sorry for your loss,” Mia said simply. She knew what it felt like, after all.

  “Of course, it’s not all from him. The rest came after I quit the force. I got a few lucrative contracts, private detective work and stuff. Some of the bonuses were on the large side. They don’t really amount to much, comparatively, but I do take pride in earning my own way.” Garrett shrugged. “I guess I’m just lucky.”

  “I am too,” Mia said, resting against Garrett’s shoulder. “Maybe not in the same ways, but I’m really lucky.”

  He pressed his lips to the top of her head. “I can take you shopping, but we should go now. I’ve got to meet Trent this afternoon and go over some things, so I’ll need to have you back here before then.”

  “No need to make two trips for me.” Mia looked up at him. “You can just run me by on your way. Save gas.”

  He shook his head. “It’s going to be a while. Come on. Let’s go now.”

  “Actually, it’s okay. I can go tomorrow. You go do your meeting.” She wrapped her arms over her middle to keep her churning insides still. “Drive safe though, okay?”

  He pressed a searing kiss to her lips and left her alone on the porch. A shudder went through her as the cool air replaced the heat from his body.

  She trusted him. As painful as it was, as much as she wanted to chase after him and beg him to step back, she knew that was impossible.

  He left only an hour later. She stood at the front window watching the Escalade roll down the drive.

  “Damn it,” she said to cover the anxiety riding her like a trained monkey. “Damn it, damn it, damn it.”

  It didn’t help. She paced the length of the kitchen, her bare feet making slapping sounds with each step. Flipping on the TV didn’t help either. Garrett had been watching some cop movie, and it was currently featuring a shootout scene. She killed the power and tossed the remote onto the couch.

  “This is going to be the longest afternoon of my life.”

  She stared at the ceiling. It was getting close to four. Were he and Trent already at the strip mall? Was the drug dealer? Her brain was immersed so deeply in nightmarish scenarios that when her cell phone rang, she jumped.

  An unfamiliar number flashed on the screen.

  “Hello?”

  “Is this Mia?” The deep, masculine voice was just a little familiar, but she couldn’t place it.

  “This is Mia, who’s this?”

  “I’m Quentin, a friend of Garrett’s. We met a little while ago.”

  “Oh my god, what’s happened?” Mia’s stomach went straight through the floor. “Did they get in trouble?”

  “Not yet.” Quentin’s tone was grave. “Things are going wrong though. We need your help.”

  “Anything,” Mia declared, her hand curled into a tight fist. “If it helps Garrett, I’ll do anything.”

  “Trent and Garrett are on their way to do a buy right now. Reg and I are a couple hours away, following up on another lead, so we can’t help them. My contact just called. The man they were supposed to meet isn’t coming. He got picked up by the cops earlier today. Another of Ford’s guys is going to be there. And this one has seen Garrett before. There’s a good chance he knows Garrett was a cop.”

  “Ohmygod,” Mia said as she clapped a hand over her mouth.

  “Their cell phones are off, which means they’re already at the site. You need to get there and warn them. Now.”

  “Where do I go?” Mia was proud of the way her voice didn’t tremble, when inside she was both terrified and furious. Quentin rattled off the address and she memorized it instantly.

  “Keep your phone nearby. I’m going to keep calling. If I can contact them before you arrive, I’ll call you off and you get out of there. Okay?”

  “Fine.” Mia ran for the bedroom as Quentin hung up. Jamming her feet into her shoes took just a second, and grabbing her purse one more. With a whispered apology to Garrett, she snagged a set of keys from the hook by the door and bolted into the garage. She couldn’t drive a motorcycle, so that left just one option.

  The cherry-red Camaro purred like a jungle cat.

  “I’m coming,” she said as she waited for the garage door to trundle open. “Please just let me get there in time.”

  The drive didn’t take long, but it felt like forever. The transmission groaned at the abuse she was giving it, but damn it, it’d been years since she’d touched a manual. She concentrated on slowing her breathing as she pulled into the strip mall.

  The place was pretty quiet. Only the head shop at the end looked as though it enjoyed any business. The res
t of the stores, a little florist, a card shop and a Chinese takeout, all looked as if they’d given up on ever turning a profit.

  The empty storefront was at the other end. She killed the engine in front of the florist and pocketed the keys. Quickening her step, Mia marched down the front and around the side. Doing her best to be completely silent, she stopped just before rounding the corner to the back of the strip mall. Her heart sank as she listened. She was too late—they were already talking to the dealer.

  “…can do it, but I don’t know how fast it’s going to be.”

  That voice. Mia wrinkled her forehead as she tried to place it. She’d heard it somewhere recently, but where?

  “It’s kind of a rush deal, man.” Garrett’s voice was completely casual. “And we can pay double.”

  “You look kind of familiar,” the voice said. “Hellfire, I really think I know you.”

  Hellfire! And with that word, it came thundering back to Mia. Big Red. The guy who had gotten a Prince Albert at the convention! “Oh!” She covered her surprised gasp with a hand, but it was too late.

  “What was that?” Big Red’s voice came closer. “You hiding someone over here? You trying to set me up?”

  “Shit,” Mia hissed, jumping from foot to foot. God, there was no hope for it. She’d just have to go out there and pretend she knew what she was doing. Well, at least she was acquainted with everyone in the conversation. She’d just have to play it cool and try to keep herself and the guys out of trouble.

  As she rounded the corner, all three men turned and looked at her.

  “Hey there, Goliath! How’s that PA healing up?”

  She grinned at them, hoping like hell she hadn’t just made things a lot worse.

  Garrett wasn’t sure what stunned him more—the fact that Redmond was here instead of Chavez, or that Mia had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and apparently knew Redmond too.

  Things had suddenly descended from hopeful to Twilight Zone.

  Redmond’s cheeks took on a ruddy hue, almost clashing with his orangey-red beard. “My uh, PA. It’s fine.”