by D Scott
“Here, use this.”
I turn back to him to see that he’s taken his leather jacket off and is holding it out to me. I try to refuse but he just tilts his head and lifts his brow in a way that makes it clear it’s not up for debate. I take the giant jacket and use it to cover my legs, which are still cold from the ride.
Maybe I should’ve changed into my jeans after all.
I realize I haven’t even opened my menu when a cute waiter walks over to take our drink orders. It’s easy to tell that he’s trying to flirt with me, even with Gavin sitting across from me, and though it may not be a date the waiter doesn’t know that. Gavin tersely orders a beer before ordering me a root beer to send the waiter on his way. When we’re alone again Gavin’s jaw is back in its usual clenched state and the annoyance he’s feeling is visible as he narrows his eyes. I fight the urge to glare at him with narrowed eyes of my own that he ordered for me without my permission. I mean, I like root beer just fine, but I’ve had an obsession with Diet Coke for as long as I can remember.
Our little standoff is broken when the waiter comes back with our drinks. He asks if we’re ready to order, and again I realize I still have yet to open my menu so I politely decline.
“I’m fine, thank you.” I flash him a cute smile which he returns with one of his own before he turns to take Gavin’s order.
“Barbecue sandwich with slaw on top, broccoli and french fries on the side. She’ll have a burger, well done, with asparagus and a loaded baked potato.”
His tone leaves no room for question so the waiter leaves to go enter the order. He winks at me as he departs but I wipe the smile from my face when I see that Gavin’s face is beyond annoyed and on the verge of being pissed. I force myself not to wither under his glare and instead attempt to make small conversation, but right when I open my mouth to speak he beats me to it.
“I’ll be right back.” His words are clipped.
Sheesh, angry much?
“Okay,” I nod.
He slides off the stool with ease but instead of moving in the opposite direction he moves towards me. I have nowhere to go on the small stool top so I just settle for staring warily at him. He comes close enough that his chest presses into me as he leans down to speak in to my ear.
“Try not to flirt with the waiter or anyone else while I’m gone, or it’ll be your ass.” His hand reaches under his jacket resting on my legs to squeeze my bare thigh, making me gasp. “Clear?”
I bite my lip and nod.
I watch his back as he walks away and decide to use the time by myself to rifle through my backpack for my phone. I shoot off a quick text to my brothers letting them know I’m okay and that I’m just staying with a friend from school who’s sick and I have money to give them. I include how much I made, noting that I sold every ounce. Obviously the part about the friend is a little white lie but I don’t think right now is the time to mention my arrest, or that I’m at dinner with a deputy.
Besides, their main concern is their money, I’m certain.
They usually leave me to my own devices, not in a neglectful way, I just know they’re busy and I don’t make a habit of pestering them when I’m capable of fending for myself.
Gordon, my oldest brother, responds quickly and I promise to be home and have the money to him after school Monday.
I’m so wrapped up in my phone that I don’t realize Gavin is headed back to the table until he’s lifting his big body back onto his stool. His eyes are back to being intense as he jerks his chin in the direction of my phone.
“Something important come up?”
I shake my head. “Nope, just making sure I haven’t missed anything since yesterday.”
He doesn’t respond right away but sits back and studies me over the rim of his beer as he takes a sip. “Your brothers.” It’s not a question and I’m not sure how to respond.
I nod slightly, “Yeah, I just wanted to let them know I’m okay.”
“They still busy?” There’s a bite in his voice on the last word but I don’t take the bait, shrugging in way of answer instead.
His body is tense and I can feel that he wants to say more but our food arrives. Two beautiful waitresses in cutoff shorts and tight bar tanks deliver our plates but their eyes are stuck on Gavin. They grace him with flirtatious smiles but he barely spares them a passing glance in his request for two glasses of water. My attention turns to the food; both of our plates look delicious and I really want to taste his fries, they look extra crispy.
He catches me eyeing them and lifts his brow with a smirk. “Need something?”
I shake my head and look back down at my burger, which is almost as big as my head, but before I can dig in my plate is swiped from me. “Hey, what’re you..?”
My voice trails off when my question is answered.
I watch as he goes about splitting both of our meals in half before putting half of his food on my plate and vice versa. I huff when he puts a couple stalks of broccoli on my plate but he just looks with a smirk then goes back to what he’s doing. Once he’s finished he hands my plate back to me, and there’s more food than I can possibly hope to finish, but I’m gonna try. Being in lockup all those hours has me ravenous, and I don’t know what to dig into first. I decide to forgo manners and date night etiquette — even though this isn’t a date — and taste a little of everything.
“Damn, slow down there champ. No one’s gonna take it from you.”
I look up from my full plate of food to see him barely containing his laughter. I narrow my eyes. “Ha ha.” I go back to eating, but try to do so with the mindset of not to embarrassing myself in front of this sexy as sin deputy.
In the end, I finish everything on my plate before Gavin. I even swiped a couple more of his fries when I finished all of mine; I flashed him a cute grin when I do it though but he still narrowed his eyes in return.
He eyes my clear plate then raises his brow when his eyes come back to mine. I just smile and shrug as if to say, ‘I can’t explain it, I was just hungry.’ He chuckles and shakes his head before finishing his half of my burger. He wipes his mouth and washes the bite down with his water, his beer long gone. My phone chooses that moment to chime in my backpack but I don’t check it.
Gavin hears it though, and doesn’t let it slide. “You need to check that?”
I shake my head. “No it’s alright, it’s probably just...” I trail off, not wanting to head into difficult territory.
“One of your brothers?”
I nod. “Yeah — he’s probably just letting me know he got my message.”
His head tilts. “They know you got locked up last night?”
It’s not hard to miss the anger in his voice.
I sigh and look away before shaking my head. “No, and there’s no need to concern them. It’s done and over with, I’m fine.”
“Aren’t they your guardians? Don’t you think they should know what’s happening with their little sister, it is their fault after all.”
I narrow my eyes at him, not liking the assumptions he’s trying to make.
“First, I’m eighteen years old, a legal adult. I can take care of myself thank you very much. Second, the situation I got into was due to a lapse in judgement on my part, so there’s no need to bring my brothers into it.”
I’m trying to keep my composure because I can feel myself getting worked up with this conversation.
“Half.”
My head jerks. “I’m sorry?”
“Half brothers, that’s their relation to you, and you’re going to bat for them like they’re not the reason you’re mixed up in some shit.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t owe you an explanation. Like I told you, it’s over and done with.”
“Until they drag you into some shit again.”
I cross my arms hotly. “They won’t.”
“Gina—“
“No. I’m done talking about this and I want to go home.
Thanks for dinner.”
I slump down in my seat and turn away from him, trying my best to tune out his presence, only to be oblivious when the waiter comes back over to ask about dessert. When I finish pouting and tune back into reality, my eyebrows knit at the bag sitting between us on the table.
“What’s this?”
“Dessert, ” he says without look up from filling out the receipt.
“Why? I’m not hungry.”
“That’s why it’s to go.” The tone in his voice tells me he’s still feeling a bit ornery so I just decide to sit back and keep quiet. The faster we can get out of here, the faster I can get back to my car.
I watch as he leaves a tip then pockets his wallet and slides off his stool. I follow suit, handing him his jacket and then waiting as he grabs the dessert bag and then my hand before leading us out of the rustic sports bar. When we make it back to the bike he turns to me and holds out the dessert bag.
“Be a good girl and put this in your bag for the ride, will you?”
I roll my eyes but do as he asks.
Next thing I know, I’m clinging to his back and we’re heading to...I’m not exactly sure. I decide to pay attention on the ride this time as we ride back towards town. My interest peeking when he does’t drive in the direction of my school or my neighborhood, but instead heads towards a suburban area with nice family homes. I watch from my place behind him as we pull into the driveway of a beautiful brick house. It’s dark out so I can’t see all the details of the home’s exterior but I can tell right away that it’s gotta be pricey.
He helps me off the bike first then climbs off himself before clicking something in his jacket pocket to open one of the garage doors. He starts to walk the bike inside the garage as I remain rooted in place looking around.
Maybe he’s switching out for a different mode of transportation?
I nix that thought when I hear his voice call me from within the garage.
“Let’s go, little misfit.”
I purse my lips and knit my brows at the nickname but follow the sounds of him tinkering around.
It’s dark but I catch a glimpse of him setting his helmet on a counter next to the spot he rolled his bike to, then suddenly the whole space is bathed in light. He pulls off his jacket and sets it on the same counter before walking over to a small set of stairs on the far left side of the space. He clicks a button on the wall next to the stairs, making the garage door whir to life as it begins to shut.
I watch as he walks up the small set of stairs and opens the door leading into the house. He walks inside unceremoniously and leaves the door open behind him, again I stay rooted in my spot.
“Move it along, Gina.”
I roll my eyes. “Coming deputy.”
Gavin
I wait for her to pass through the door before shutting it and turning off the lights in the garage. I try not to crowd her, instead moving deeper into the house to go through my usual ritual. Doing stuff like grabbing a couple of waters from the fridge and turning on the tv in the living room and dropping some food into the fish tank I keep along in the corner.
My home isn’t anything special, it’s got all the right furniture in all the right places and all the walls are a light grey. I wouldn’t call it a bachelor pad, but it’s easy to see that it’s lacking a woman’s touch.
That thought has me turning back around to Gina, who’s been mysteriously silent since we got to my place. She’s still standing by the door, having not taken one step since entering the house.
“You gonna stand there all night?”
She snaps out of her trance. “What am I doing here?”
She takes look around my place, her eyes glancing over the stainless steel kitchen appliances and quartz countertops.
“Well, you’re with me and this is my place so...”
“No, I mean why did you bring me here? I thought you were gonna take me back to my car.”
I shrug like it’s no big deal. “Figured you needed someone to look after you — make sure you stay outta trouble.”
Her eyes narrow. “I can take care of myself.”
I walk towards her. “I’m sure you can. Here, let me get your bag.” I pull her backpack off of her and walk over to the kitchen island to set it down and take out the bag of dessert. “Alright, so, tour first or dessert?”
She doesn’t answer right away so I turn to see her staring at me warily. I can’t help but grin, she’s so damn cute. I don't blame her for being wary though, I know it must be strange for her, being here at my place with no real explanation. To be honest, I don’t have one. I haven’t been able to get her off my damn mind since I laid eyes on her last night and now she’s here.
Before my shift finished this morning, I dug through the system to find out when she had to face the judge. I’d been planning to talk to Shane about her, see if he could help her once he got to the station, but he brought it up before I could mention it. He said she seemed like a good kid, just blindly loyal to her dickhead brothers. I tried not to say much, not wanting to give away my building hunger for her so soon. A hunger that goes deeper than just wanting to fuck her — I want to talk to her, hold her, and love on her. I want to protect her from the shit her brothers are pulling her into and have her as a permanent fixture in my space, in my life. I have no idea where these feelings are coming from. I’ve never felt this before in my life and for damn sure not this fast, but one look at this little dark-skinned siren and I’m gone, ready to offer her the world on a silver platter.
I feel my dick starting to harden — he’s been semi-erect since the moment she walked out the doors of the precinct — and I know I need to occupy myself before I end up doing something stupid like hoisting her onto the kitchen island flipping up her skirt and shoving my tongue in her cunt. Or hell, at this rate, my dick. That thought brings X-rated images to my mind and I decide it’s probably best if we leave the kitchen.
“Come on, I’ll give you a quick tour.” I grab her hand and begin the journey through the main floor of the house.
It’s a big place because I hate moving and I figured if I bought the right home on the first try I won’t have to deal with the headache later. I show her the right side of the house first, which includes the mud room, office and a guest bedroom. Then we move back through the kitchen and living room, passing the dining area, on our way to the left side of the house where there’s another guest room and the master suite.
I drop her bag on the bed in the guest room before continuing to my room, the master suite. I show her everything — my room, bathroom, hell I even show her my closet. I want her to feel at ease with me and I have nothing to hide — nothing that I don’t want her to see — and I’m trying to extend this damn tour as much as I can because my dick is still hard and aching for a taste her.
I pull her along as I finish showing her the main floor then show her the basement. It’s mainly a couple sofas and a big screen, but there’s also a small kitchen off to one side and some space that’s dedicated to workout equipment. Once that’s done, we walk up two flights to the upstairs. There’s three empty bedrooms that I haven’t gotten around to finding uses for, and another short set of stairs that lead to a bonus room-loft space that I use for storage. I keep her hand in mine as I pull her all over the house, bringing her back to the kitchen once the tour is done.
“Gavin, your house is amazing.”
I smile — feeling a sense of satisfaction that she likes the place. Thinking of her in it, sharing the space with me, has my dick pushing against the seam of my zipper. Damn. Just a thought gets me hard for this girl.
“Why don’t you take a load off before dessert. Come on, you can use my bathroom to take a long hot shower.”
And I’ll force myself not to join you.
I keep that thought to myself as I reclaim her hand, not giving her a chance to answer. She follows along as I guide her back to my bedroom and into the bathroom. I get the shower sta
rted for her and show her where she can find towels and any other toiletries she may need before leaving her to it.
“Help yourself to anything. I’ll be in the living room when you’re done.”
Back in my bedroom I rifle through my dresser for a pair of shorts. I get undressed then pull them on before throwing everything else in the hamper. The door to the bathroom is cracked and already there’s steam coming through the opening of the door. I can hear her singing softly to herself and her voice is beautiful, but I can’t help but imagine that she’d be singing a very different tune if I was in there with her. Thrusting into her with her screams of pleasure echoing through the shower stall.
“Fuck. She’s eighteen, you bastard.” I chide myself for my fucked up desires.
She’s legal, yes, but barely, and I’m eight fucking years older than her, not to mention a cop. Apparently, though, none of that is enough to stop me from wanting her in the worst way.
I exit my room for the haven of the kitchen and down a bottle of water in two gulps and go back into the fridge for a beer to calm me down because I’m two-seconds away from turning around and nailing her on the tile floor of the shower. An image of her on her back with her toned thighs spread while I ravage her pussy suddenly fills my head and I damn near break my bottle in half. I force myself to take deep breaths and take my beer to the sofa to watch whatever mind numbing shit is on television.
I flip through channels until I find a basketball game and settle in to watch it. I lose track of how much time passes before I hear Gina’s little feet puttering across the hardwood floor. I turn, looking at her over the back of the couch. Her hair is back up in a bun, and she’s got her same top on with a pair of my sweats. She’s got my pants rolled a half dozen times but they’re still dragging below her feet, and I like the sight so much my dick pulses.
She fiddles with her fingers looking all shy. “I borrowed a pair of your pants, I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t snoop I just—“
“It’s no problem babe, I told you, help yourself.”