by Tyla Walker
“You’re pretty tense around this area,” her honey-coated voice whispers against my ear, and I feel like my rationality is slowly leaving me. “Does this feel good, Greg?”
It does. Actually, it’s so fucking good that the next thing I know is that I’m asleep, snoring. How embarrassing. But I guess it’s an excellent escape to what can happen if I didn’t pass out from exhaustion.
About three in the morning, we hear footsteps going down the hallway. Well, Kylie does, and she wakes me up so we can see who our culprit is during this ungodly hour.
We see the woman going into the room of the sleepy couple that is positively drugged and sleeping without a care in the world. Kylie and I took pictures through a tiny crack in our door as she goes in and comes back out.
I watch as Kylie walks towards me with her phone, showing me the screen as I lean in to read it. The message she typed says, What do you think? My nose naturally takes a whiff of that faint scent of shampoo on her slightly damp hair.
I gulp, and Kylie looks at me questioningly in this very close proximity. I feel like I’m sweating, and my head feels slightly dizzy.
Somehow I snap back and take the phone from her to reply, The microphones in their room likely let her know when they were fully asleep. Not sure what’s happening after I gave her phone back. Just that it’s fuzzy, and I later hear my name.
“Greg?” her soft whisper makes me look up to meet with her brown eyes. That’s when I realize that the back of my fingers is caressing her cheek.
Seven
Kylie
After we send the pictures to the chief, we climb into bed. At least, I wish that’s how it goes. Because what’s really happening is that Greg is touching my cheek so fondly. My heart is beating faster by the passing second.
I haven’t even noticed him do it. All I can remember is feeling that warm touch sending a thousand bolts of electricity to my entire body.
But then he pinches my cheek and lets out a chuckle. HE WAS PLAYING ME! I glare at him, and he casually walks away. That stupid motherfucker. Is it payback for the massage that knocked him out like a BABY earlier? He should be grateful! I try not to let it get to me.
I laugh it off, and fake punch him. Chuckle fills the room. I shake my head and decides to go to bed.
Greg sleeps in his boxers, and I’m sleeping in a large t-shirt and panties. Not exactly romantic wear for a retreat, but it’s the best we can do. If it’s up to me, I’ll be fully dressed. But it seems that there are late-night visitors and we don’t want to blow our cover.
“Oh, uh...thanks for the massage, by the way.” Greg shyly looks the other way when we make eye contact. “I haven’t slept that well in a long while.”
“I can tell with the snoring.” I try not to sound too angry since the person listening in will think there’s something wrong.
“So I did snore, great.”
“Hm?” I don’t want to face him, in case he sees something on my face because I don’t feel calm at all.
“N-Nothing! Nothing. You’re used to my snoring anyway, being my wife and all.”
This conversation is feeling a little strained now, something unusual for Greg. I turn to him, wondering if there’s something wrong. He notices me staring, and he scratches the side of his face like an awkward teenager.
“Well, time for us to go back to sleep. Night, love!” I say as I pull the blankets over me, ready to sleep. The bed creaks a few seconds later, and I figure Greg does the same.
We both fall asleep pretty quickly after that. Greg’s faster, though. But I feel that I’m definitely going to have a good night’s rest, once sleep comes for me. I guess we really need some of it, and it shows.
Apart from that, I also think it’s the fact that I also miss sleeping with a man. Not SLEEPING with a man, like literally sleeping next to someone I actually trust. Just feeling Greg near me is already comforting. And it reminds me of those days I actually sleep soundly next to my late husband.
Big Geoff is a huge cuddler, and I love his hugs because it makes me feel like everything is going to be okay. I briefly remember the first nights without him. It was very painful, and I was paranoid without his big arms that secured me every night.
I later feel tears trickle down my cheeks. The thing is, you don’t really move on from losing someone you love. When they say it gets better, they mean it in a way that people just get better at handling their feelings about the death of their loved ones.
And it’s the same for me. Greg being there for me then is probably one of the biggest reasons that I love him now, that it hurts.
He rolls over in his sleep and put his arm around me. The gesture throws me off, and it becomes another of my dilemma’s. Because one, I find that I really like it. I can’t help but want more than just his one arm embrace.
Have you ever feel greedy? That when you want something, but you know you can’t have it. You find out that it makes you actually yearn for it more, just because you can’t have it. This is similar. No. This is precisely what I feel right now.
My body turns to face him. I can feel him breathing, his sleeping face looks different right now. Earlier, after my massage therapy, he slept like Geoff when my five-year-old drools in his sleep.
The unguarded look on his facial features, the way his brows crease, and how his lips slightly apart from each other, tempts me to no end. The innocence seduces me to kiss him in his sleep.
I’m sounding like a creep in my thoughts that I end up putting one hand to cover those lips of his. It’s supposed to prevent me from kissing him, really. So why am I thinking if I kiss him like this, it will be fine; a loophole for this forbidden love game in my head.
“Sorry,” I whisper in the softest voice I can. Then I lean in and kiss the back of my hand, imagining that my lips actually reach his. “I love you.”
But you won’t hear it from me. Not when you’re awake. After my sneaky kiss, I move closer in his embrace, resting my head under the crook of his neck. And I slept better than I ever had for a very long time.
When daylight comes, and we wake up, we both pretend that it didn’t happen. Lucky for me, Greg doesn’t know what I did last night. It saves us the further awkwardness that comes along with why I indirectly kiss him through my hand. Not something you really tell your best friend, trust me.
“You should take a shower first,” Greg doesn’t bother putting a shirt on, and I swear his body is glowing like he’s Greek God. The way the rays of the morning light compliment those well-toned abs, damn, it’s just like those Greeks that I like. His wonderfully sculpted biceps, his thick neck, and the big dick hiding behind those boxers are making me think of hot, Greek nights.
Or should I say Arabian nights? What’s hotter? I shake my head, dispelling the thought.
Well, even better than any of them.
CALM THE FUCK DOWN KYLIE! Look away, look away. My mind is racing. I go inside the bathroom to escape my dirty thoughts from possibly escalating to God knows what.
I toss my large shirt and remove my panties. Then I step inside the shower and let the water wash away any indecent thoughts I just had. The sound of the water echoing calms me.
“Your dad says good work for taking me to this couple’s retreat. And that you should be on your guard with the other husbands if I’m not around,” Greg says against the door. It’s a code word that basically means the chief is saying we did a good job, and that we should be on our guard.
“Tell him thanks, and that I will!” I shout back.
“He also says we should save water by bathing together.”
“Only if you want to love,” I reply seductively. But I know Greg won’t.
Eight
Greg
I don’t remember rolling over and wrapping my arms around Kylie. However, when I wake up, I instantly feel awkward. She doesn’t seem to mind, though. Yet, we both pretend that it didn’t happen.
One thing I remember is how great my morning is. Kylie smells fantastic, and al
l I can think about is her sweet scent. She also feels much smaller when I have my arms around her like I did this morning.
I watch her enter the bathroom, and I give the chief a call. We have this code word for it, and I relay everything to Kylie, who is in the showers.
“Tell him thanks and that I will!” she shouts back.
“He also says we should save water by bathing together.”
“Only if you want to love.” She sounds so seductive in my ears.
Damn. Please don’t tempt me, Kylie. Please don’t tempt me. I have my hand hovering over the doorknob. My hand makes a twisting gesture around it, but I pull away.
Activities for couples pack the day’s itinerary. They have silly food games you usually see during Christmas parties. It’s an activity where we have to guess each other’s likes and dislikes. There are personal sessions about what you want to change and what you want to have again with your spouse.
The great thing is that Kylie and I do them very well since we are such good friends and know each other so well. If this retreat turns out to be a reality television where we vote each other out if we don’t have compatibility, I think we’ll be winners.
I catch Kylie when she jumps from the Trust Tree that the wives have to climb. Then jump off of to trust their husbands to catch them. The tree has a ladder attached to it on the side. The cut branches are neat and maintained, it’s probably meant for taking pictures.
Since we are cops, this is also easy for us. The other couples seem to really like the two of us, and I’m just glad no one in this retreat turned out to be assholes.
“Nice catch, husband.” She beams at me, and I feel my heart drops to the floor.
“Nice jump, beautiful.”
I end up kissing her cheek since it felt like an excellent time to do so. She looks at me a little surprised, and I can tell she feels embarrassed. Because she’s acting so cute, I carry her back, and she lets me.
The morning and afternoon activities soon come to a close. We’re ready to face the night where things get really interesting for our real job. Everything is slowly coming together, and I can feel that we’ll get enough evidence soon. We already know how they move, and it’s only a matter of time before it’s our turn.
True enough, that night, I notice that our wine looks slightly cloudy. We pretend to drink it like pros; we spill our drinks on the floor instead.
We go back to our room after that. The two of us make small talk about the day and even yawn and sound really sleepy. Since the couple last night look so wasted, we sleep with our day clothes on. We need to make it look more believable for our culprit.
“Night beautiful,” I set up a hidden camera by the lamp in our room and stifle another yawn.
“Goodnight…” Kylie pretends to crash on the bed, making it creak. I follow and sleep close to her.
A few minutes of pretending to be fast asleep, our ears catch an unusual sound. As I suspect, someone will visit us. We both hear the door open, and a series of footsteps follow.
This is it.
It takes all of our acting capabilities to pretend to be asleep while the woman rifles through our stuff. She isn’t super quiet, so they must put some good drugs in people’s drinks.
At some point, we really doze off.
I remember dreaming that night. I’m holding Kylie in my arms under that Trust Tree. It’s the middle of the night, and she’s donning a sexy lavender-colored nightgown. I can see her nipples against the soft fabric, it pebbles since it’s cold. She smiles sweetly, her brown eyes penetrating my soul. Then she tiptoes, and I lean forward for her to reach my ear.
“I know you love me,” she whispers in my dream. “I feel the same way.”
Those magical words urge me to have her. So I lock lips with Kylie, and I release every ounce of my passionate love with that kiss. She moans when she feels my hand on her large ass, squeezing it. Her arms wrap around my neck, and she kisses me back just as hard, reflecting my desires with her own.
I rub my hips against hers, my boner rubbing against that silk nightgown. She breathes in sharply, and I soon feel something wet and warm down below. My hands hold her tightly, not wanting to let go as I kiss her again and again.
“Fuck me, Greg,” her voice, coated in honey, purrs on my ear.
But I wake up before anything really happens. Luckily, I’m the first to be up since my cock is standing into attention. Shit. I look to Kylie, and she’s still sleeping soundly. I slowly move out of the bed, making sure she doesn’t wake up.
I check to see If I lock the door, then, I take care of my raging boner. This will be easy since all I need to do is continue where that dream left off. I pull out my dick, then I immediately start jacking off with that dream with Kylie in mind.
Later that day, we send the video to the station.
Kylie expresses how happy she is that the job is really doing well. But as the assignment prospers, my sanity’s in danger. It’s not so good. I keep thinking of that dream and about the things this retreat is doing to my composure.
My calm and collected mask is breaking.
And I want to fuck Kylie, badly.
Nine
Kylie
I keep secretly eyeing the door to the office as I walk towards Greg and the couple who owns the place. We already planned this. This is something that we always do to find more evidence in our missions. We need more evidence to make sure these people will be away for a very long time.
Since Greg has also been thinking about opening up his own business. It’ll be a great conversation starter with the owners. He will distract them, and at the same time, be my lookout.
“How did you come up with this business in the first place?” Greg asks. He looks genuinely interested to hear the answer to this question. I don’t think he’s even acting anymore.
“Well, we just figured out it’ll be nice to help other couples as well. You know marriage life is difficult,” the husband jokingly says as he turns his gaze on me as I approach them. The wife stares at Greg with a hint of admiration and desire. I don’t blame you, girl, but nope, back the-fuck off.
I shake my head a little, trying to brush away that idea. Who am I to be jealous and possessive? He’s not mine since the beginning! This is all pretend, Kylie, please remember that.
I hook my arms around Greg’s arms lovingly and look up to him. Okay, back to the ball game. He looks down at me immediately, a little too sharp, as if my touch burns him.
As I stare at his beautiful God-given blue eyes, I realize that something has changed. His blue eyes have always been so reserved. But today it seems like he’s staring at me with an intensity I’ve never seen before. A passion he doesn’t allow me to see usually.
That reminds me, something’s different about him since this morning. He seems a little jumpy and nervous as if he’s hiding something. That is so unlike him.
“Are you okay?” Greg asks me. I should be the one asking you that. He rubs my arms then looks back at the couple in front of us. “She’s been feeling out of the weather since this morning.”
“I’m afraid I have to leave you guys be and rest for a bit.” I smile weakly at them and then turn to Greg. “Have your fun, husband, but not too much, you might forget about me.”
He lets out a chortle as he licks his bottom lips. Goddamn! I want a feel of that. “Never beautiful, go on, and take a rest.”
I turn around before I let myself do something I will regret forever. When will Greg stop being so goddamn hot? I’m not sure how I got to handle being his colleague for ages. How did I survive to be that close to him and not throw myself at him?
Instead of turning to the way where our room is, I turn to the office. I take a last glance at Greg and the couple; they look distracted to me. Greg’s doing a great job, as always.
Their office looks like a pretty normal office. There’s an office stable at the center. A small bookshelf at the corner of the room, and a couple of drawers beside it.
I t
ake my time checking the bookshelf and all the drawers, making sure I’ll leave everything in its place. Nothing seems suspicious, just normal paper works and documents. Of course, they won’t put anything that will make them look suspicious out in the open, anyway.
I turn to the door on the left side of the room. I slowly open it, revealing a wine cellar. Well, this looks like a reasonable place to put illegal things. The area is dark and creepy; a customer won’t spend a minute inside this room. I inspect every possible place inside the cellar, even in between every wine bottle.
Bingo! I celebrate inside my head. I find a bottle of pills in the corner. The tablets are white. It’s suspicious for someone to hide a huge number of pills in their wine cellar. These can’t be medicine or vitamins. This must be the pill they have been using to drug their victims.
I took a picture and put them back. Are these pills counted? It’s not safe to take some of it, I’d rather not risk it.
Now I’m sure as hell we have enough evidence to put these people away for a very long time. They’ll pay for the crimes they have been committing to the couples.
I quickly walk out of the wine cellar and office. I look around to make sure no one sees me and quickly walks back to Greg. He’s still talking to the couple, and they seem pretty into the conversation. I almost want to let them be, but we have work to do.
Greg immediately notices me walking back to them. I wink at him, and I’m sure he knows my little trip is successful. He opens his arms as I get close to him, inviting me for a hug. Oh, that made my heart jump.
“Hey, beautiful,” he joyfully greets me. Beautiful. Yes, I feel so beautiful now.
I wrap my arms around his body and smile at him.
“I feel better.” I look at the couple in front of us, they are looking at me strangely. “I miss you.”