by Fox, Nicky
“I was looking for you when the cops showed up. I thought for sure you were going to be there.” I bang my head against the wall again. “What was that?”
“Nothing.” I sigh. “I’m sorry, cupcake. My shift ran a little longer than I thought and so I figured I’d just meet you at your home, so you wouldn’t be stuck waiting around for me. I thought I was doing the right thing.”
“You did. I just didn’t check my messages. It didn’t even occur to me. I was pretty busy toward the end of the night. I usually keep my phone in my purse, not on me. Maybe next time, I’ll have it with me.”
“Next time? Will there be a next time, Maggie?” I ask in a smooth, confident voice, biting my lip to say no more. I await her answer.
“I just meant . . . I’m not looking for anything serious, Mick. I just need to scratch an itch, multiple times, preferably. I’m not good at being someone’s girlfriend.”
My mouth pulls down. That wasn’t the answer I hoped to hear. “Is that all I am to you? Someone to scratch your itch?” I’m sure she can hear the hurt in my voice. I hear her exhale loudly through the door.
“Mick. I don’t know you well enough to say anything otherwise. I mean, we’ve been on one date,” Maggie says softly. I hear a displacement of water and her feet hit the floor. If I close my eyes, I can picture her dripping wet and naked, those sweet curves that I want to touch. My dick hardens in my pants. It doesn’t take much these days, just the mere thought of Maggie.
“Well, I’d like to count this as date number two. I know we haven’t eaten yet, but you are naked in your apartment with me.”
The door opens, and at first, the light floods my face and I can’t see anything but Maggie’s silhouette. When I shade my eyes with my hand, she comes into focus before me. Her skin is bright and clear, as are her gorgeous Doctor Pepper-colored eyes. Maggie’s finally smiling and she’s wearing the same silky robe she was before.
“You haven’t seen me naked yet. And I haven’t even gotten an orgasm. I wouldn't call that much of a date,” she teases me.
That’s okay. I can tease her right back. A wicked thought enters my mind. Pushing away from the wall, I take a kneeling stance before her. My hands rise in question, but Maggie doesn’t move. Observing her reactions, I gently slide my hands up her calves, slowly rubbing circles. Maggie holds her breath as I move to the front of her legs.
“What are you doing, Mick?” He voice is breathy and wanton. I smirk at her reaction to me. This is what I want, her melting in my hands and turned on like she was this afternoon when I kissed her.
“I’m giving you an orgasm,” I say simply. She finally takes a breath as her chest begins to rise and fall rapidly. Slowly, I part the lower half of her silky robe. Maggie leans against the wall behind her. Her legs are bare to me and I pepper them with wet kisses. Next, I pull the end of her belt with my teeth as I look into her wide eyes. She asked for this. So, I’m going to give it to her. The belt loosens and her robe falls open. Her ample breasts come into view first. My right hand slides up to cup one. It’s heavy in my hand and the skin there is even softer than her legs. I take her nipple between two fingers and pinch it lightly.
“Mick.” She moans. Her pelvis rocks slightly, searching for friction. My kisses lazily climb up to her still-covered pussy. Retreating from her breast, my hands move to open the rest of her robe and reveal her sweetness there. “Yes, Mick.”
Maggie’s hands move to my hair. Her long nails scratch against my scalp and I hum my approval.
Maggie is bare and from the glistening I see at the apex of her thighs, I know she’s wet for me. I kiss right above the crease there as her hips twitch with anticipation. As I run my tongue between her folds, she gasps loudly. Hitching her right leg over my shoulder, I open her pussy to me. I tickle her with my warm breath before taking another lick of her pretty pink center. Kissing each side of her labia, I tease her slowly. I want Maggie to beg for my tongue and fingers. I want to show her what I can make her feel.
I dive in when the smell of her arousal hits my nose. It’s intoxicating. Her clean apricot scent drives me on and I take a long lick inside her pussy. Damn. She tastes as good as she looks. She’s wet with lust and her slightly salty flavor has my taste buds watering. I give one more long kiss on her mound and then I attack her clit.
“Oh, my snickerdoodle.” Did she just say snickerdoodle? I laugh at her word as I take her clit into my mouth and give it a hard suck. “Mick, I swear to God, if you stop now, I’ll shoot you with your own gun.”
I snicker at her persistence to reach an orgasm. It must’ve been a while since she’s had a partner and somehow, I’m the lucky bastard that gets to taste all this goodness she’s offering. Her pelvis grinds against my face as she chases her orgasm.
“Give it to me, cupcake. I want to hear you come,” I mumble against her pussy. She grips my hair in her hand and steers me in a circular motion around her core.
“Suck on my clit, please.” Maggie’s so dirty and polite at the same time. I love it. I immediately go to her clit and does as she asks. “Yes, right there. Mick.”
When she says my name, I moan. That’s the best feeling, when a woman is calling your name in ecstasy. Maggie’s moans grow and soon, her body is shaking against my mouth. When I glance up to watch her face during her orgasm, I’m almost not prepared. Her back is arched and her mouth is open in a silent scream. There’s a flush of red on her cheeks and when she finally looks down at me, her eyes tell me there’s no other place she’d rather be right now than with me.
9
Maggie
Holy cow. I needed that orgasm like my next breath and Mick didn’t disappoint. His tongue is a marvel. One I would gladly sit on any day of the week. My body is like butter and I almost collapse on his fine ass, but he holds me up with those strong hands of his.
Before I know what’s going on, Mick sweeps me up in his arms and leads me to the . . . dining room? “Mick, where are you taking me?”
I’m not a light girl but he carries me like I weigh nothing more than a baby. I can’t even remember the last time a guy carried me. This man is literally sweeping me off my feet.
“We haven’t eaten yet. Well, I did . . . but you haven’t.” He winks. I smack his chest.
“I only have cereal,” I say as he sets me down in one of the chairs at the table. Mick smiles brightly at that. I love his smile.
“Lucky me, that’s something I know how to make. Sounds like my kind of date.” He begins rummaging through my cabinets for bowls and spoons. When he finds the three boxes of cereal, he asks which one I want.
“Lucky Charms.” I love those little marshmallows.
“That’s what I thought. Me too.” He grabs a carton of milk out of the fridge and whips up our dinner.
This has got to be the weirdest date I’ve ever been on and funny enough, it’s the best. I’m comfortable in my robe, I’ve had an orgasm and I don’t even have to go anywhere. I’m already home. Mick slides the bowl of yummy goodness in front of me and begins to chow down on his.
“Mmm. That’s good. Not as good as you though.” He smirks. I can feel myself turn bright red from the heat in my cheeks.
I’m pretty open about sex with my girlfriends but when Mick is talking about me like that, it just does something to me and I become a shy school girl. I pick up my spoon and begin to chomp down on my dinner. Mick pauses his eating to watch me.
“Has anyone ever told you, you eat loud?” His eyebrows rise with the question.
“Yup, all the time.” I continue eating and he chuckles through his bites of cereal. We sit quietly for a while and eat. I didn’t realize how hungry I was. That break-in took it out of me. What if the guy comes back? He was able to exit the store through the back before the police even arrived. That was a scary situation. I should get a better security system. The one in place obviously isn't up to snuff.
“So, about the perp. There have been a lot of them lately in the area as you may know. Since y
ou’ve seen him, I’m afraid you could be a target.”
Interrupting him, I say, “Yeah, I was just thinking about getting a better security system.” He nods and runs a hand through his hair. I halt my loud munching. “What? What is it?”
Folding his hand in front of him on the table, he leans back against his seat. His face looks serious. All teasing gone.
“I’m serious, Maggie. I think I should hang out with you after hours and I’ll take more patrols in your area. At the last scene I was called at, the perpetrator fired three shots at the clerk. He’s also hit a bank in the area twice. Not only will he come back to get what he was looking for, but he could hurt you if you get in his way. He’s dangerous. I want to follow you home at night and make sure you get home okay.”
I sag in my seat. “He shot at someone? Why haven’t we heard this on the news?”
I fold my arms and rest against the table. This is crazy. I mean, this is Plano. Stuff like that doesn’t happen here. This is a pretty safe place with some petty crime, but other than that, nothing like this has happened in a very long time.
“We’ve been keeping it on the downlow because we have a few strong leads. We don’t want to hint to the person or the press that we’re on his tail. Until then, lock your doors. Get a better security system at the shop and I’ll escort you home to make sure you’re safe.”
“Wait. You’re going to follow me around? Isn’t that stalking?” I don’t know how I feel about Mick behind me every step. I like my space. Mick sighs and folds his arms.
“You do know I’m a police officer right, Maggie? It’s my job to serve and protect. Especially when that person is my girlfriend.” He throws out that last line, shocking me a bit.
“What? No. I’m not your girlfriend. This barely counts as a date. That’s two dates, Mick. We haven’t even had sex yet. No. I told you I’m not good at being someone’s girlfriend.”
He just sits there and listens to my excuses with a smile on his face, like none of what I’m saying is getting through his thick skull. And it must be thick if he hasn’t heard me tell him multiple times I’m not looking for a relationship.
“This isn’t a relationship. Nope.”
He chuckles across the table. “Keep telling yourself that, cupcake. Regardless what you think, I will keep asking you out, keeping an eye on your place, and if you ask nicely like you did earlier, I might even give you more orgasms.”
His eyebrow rises in a challenge. Well, fuck me. How the hell am I supposed to take that? I mean, he said the magic word, orgasm. I am nervous that there’s a dangerous felon on the loose. Maybe we can just keep this light? Yeah.
“I’m not calling you my boyfriend,” I amend. Mick stands up from his chair and adjusts his belt.
“You can call me daddy, hot cop, or sexy motherfucker for all I care. Just know one thing: You. Are. Mine.”
With that, he kisses me quickly on the lips and leaves my apartment. Damn.
The next day, I tell Barret about the whole ordeal at the shop. He seems pretty skittish about the situation. “I don’t like this, Mags.”
I hand him his morning coffee and he takes a tentative sip. “Oh, chillax. I’m sure it’s nothing. I mean, we’re a salon, for goodness sake. We don’t carry a lot of money around anyway. No damage was done. Mick says he’ll keep an eye on the place.”
“No, I mean I have a bad feeling about it. Yesterday, when I cut a guy’s hair, I might have been coming on a little strong. He was pretty cute. But he got upset and said he wasn’t gay and to leave him alone. I backed off, but it left a sour taste in my mouth. Do you think this could be retaliation of some kind?” Barret’s hands are wrapped around his cup and they’re shaking slightly. I place my hand on his.
“Hey, I don’t think this has anything to do with the shop being broke into. It’s okay. There were no gay slang words spray painted on the walls. Did this customer scare you?” I ask, concerned.
“A little. He may have mentioned he had a gun.”
“Oh, sweetie.” I pull Barret into a big hug and rub circles on his back with my palm. “I’m sure we won’t see him again. I wouldn’t worry about it. That was just a bad experience is all. I’m sure of all this crap will blow over.”
I give him my best smile and hope he buys it. I really don’t think this has to do anything with a hate crime, but I’ll let Mick know just the same.
Thankfully, the customer door rings with the sound of my two friends strolling into the shop. This will keep our minds off all this criminal activity. Of course, Evie is wearing her typical business attire complete with pencil skirt and bun. Lenora’s just a big, bright ray of sunshine with her golden hair and sundress.
“Hey, girl! We are here for a new color on our toes and gossip. Lay it on me,” Evie says.
“Oh, and you brought January!”
Lenora hands her sweet baby girl over to me. I’ve never wanted children, but I still love to hold babies. They smell so good and they’re so soft. January coos in my arms. She’s the best baby.
“Pretty sure Jake is laying it on ya or giving it to ya,” Lenora replies to Evie.
I giggle at their bickering. They act a lot like sisters in that respect. I’m glad they’ve welcomed me into their circle. It’s difficult for me to keep girlfriends. Many of my so-called friends back in school stabbed me in the back and really weren’t my friends ever. Lenora and Evie have always been upfront and honest with me.
“Ha! So funny, Lee, and you’re one to talk. I’m surprised Hunter hasn’t knocked you up yet. I mean . . . what’s it been . . . 3 months since you had baby Jan? He was already telling Jake he was aiming for a boy next time.”
The ladies sit in the chairs as I run the water and wait for it to get hot. They remove their shoes as I sit on my roller chair with the baby. Her big blue eyes watch my every movement.
“Yeah, Hunter wants a large family. I wouldn’t mind if I were already pregnant.” Lenora looks down timidly.
“Damn, girl. Slow down. You got to give your ovaries time to recoup,” I reply.
“That’s what this is all about. God, Mags. I look forward to your pedicures. Sometimes I dream about them,” Lenora says in a wistful voice.
You’d think I invented the word relax by how she’s going on. I only use the hot stones and towels on her swollen feet. She’s just making too much of it. I appreciate the compliment though.
“Wow. If you’re dreaming about Maggie’s pedicures, then Hunter must not be doing something right then,” Evie teases. I cover my laugh with a cough and hand Lenora the baby so I can get to work.
“Hunter is well-equipped to handle everything below the belt. I’m very, very satisfied. So much so that I don’t even need to dream about S-E-X.” She mouths out the last word as if her child can hear it. I glance around the room. It’s just us three. Barret is in the back, taking inventory and making a few orders of supplies.
“You can say sex, Lee. It’s not like there’s anyone in here that will be offended.”
Lenora glances down at her baby and back at me. I roll my eyes. I pull her feet toward me as I turn off the faucet. Her scowl is soon gone and a smile spreads across her face.
“So, how’s the hot cop?”
Ugh! My head falls back as I stare at the ceiling looking for divine intervention. I do not want to talk about Mick.
“Mick is fine,” I reply curtly. Evie splashes me with some water from her basin. “Damn it, Evie. What the hell?”
She points at me. “Don’t you what the hell me, you owe us more details than that. We’ve been more than honest about our relationships with you. If I recall, you caught Jake and me in the car together getting hot. You even cheered us on from outside of the car, like you were at a football game or something. I need dirt like I need my next coffee. Spill.”
Damn. Evie can get downright mean if she really wants something. Now, I know how she’s in the cut-throat world of interior design.
“That’s the thing. We’re not in a relationsh
ip.”
Evie wiggles around in her chair, leaning over me. “Oh, I’ve done that and see where it got me? Now, Jake and I have sex pretty much every day in our offices, I have a ring on my finger, and we’re moving in together. Yeah, that worked out really well. How’s the sex? I bet Hot Cop knows how to use his big stick well, huh?” She cups her chin in her hands.
Lenora shushes her and points to the baby. Evie swipes her hand in the air and rolls her eyes. It’s never a dull moment with these two, that’s for sure. I shrug. “We’ve kissed and he’s gone down on my hoo-ha but other than that, there’s been no dick action. No big stick hitting me anywhere,” I say with a pout.
“He’s holding out on you? Damn, most guys can’t wait to whip their dick out. That’s sweet he ate you out though. Did he take his time, like fine dining, or did he ravish you like an all-you-can-eat buffet? No judgment here. Some guys won’t hardly even spit down there—much less lick,” Evie whispers.
“Will y’all quit talking about d-i-c-k-s and spitting and licking?” I motion to her sleeping baby on her lap and mouth, “Seriously?”
“We’ll, commence the dick talk.” she whispers.
Shaking my head at both of these two loveable crazies, I move over to Evie’s station to attend to her feet for a moment.
“He called me his girlfriend,” I mention. Evie slaps my hand. “Ouch!”
“Girl, he’s so into you that not only is he withholding dick from you, he wants a relationship as well? You hit the jackpot of men. And from what Barret has said, that boy is fiiinnne. With a capital F.” She slithers in her chair as if her panties are on fire. Lenora nods her head in agreement.