Tease Me (2 page)

I shook my head, not realizing Misty couldn’t
see me. “It’s my weekend off.” I waved my hand in the air. “And I’m
taking every last second of this weekend for myself. Fuck
work.”

Misty laughed. “Glad to have the city’s
finest keeping me safe.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s not
like I’m hunting down criminals,” I grumbled. I had applied time
and time again to go into the field, to actually chase down
criminals, to do
something
more than sit at a desk and direct traffic.
I
was
a good cop. I
followed the rules, I led by example, I did everything right. I
knew I wanted to be a cop since I was just a kid. I wanted to be
like my dad, who happened to be the chief of police.

You’d think he’d be proud, right? His little
girl wanting to follow in his footsteps. Most fathers would be. But
not mine. Mine resented the fact that I went against his wishes,
that I got a degree in criminal psychology instead of something
“feminine,” as he called it.

He was always critical of me, telling me how
I could do things better. He always had the stupidest reason for
not promoting me. Being 99.9% perfect wasn’t enough for him. And he
had no problem pointing that out and finding my flaws. It didn’t
help that my older brother was one of the head detectives on our
unit. Ugh. Talk about picking favorites…

“
I remember the Calaveras
now,” I said as I opened the pantry. I was in desperate need of
grocery shopping but was low on funds. Meh…my meager supply could
last me until payday…I hoped. “We’ve been watching them for years.”
By “we,” I meant pretty much every law enforcement agent on the
planet. “They’re getting brazen shooting people like
that.”

“
Yeah,” Misty agreed. “The
last thing we need is more drug dealers.”

“
Right,” I said, not telling
her that the Calaveras trafficked weapons as well as drugs. Misty
was innocent and carefree. She didn’t like to think about the bad
things in the world. She was one of the happiest people I knew.
Sometimes, I was jealous. Not really jealous of her, but jealous of
the way she could let things go. I wanted to be like that but was
so rigid it was hard for me to let go and feel free. Had I shoved
the stick so far up my ass it was impossible to pull
out?

“
Anyway,” Misty continued.
“Pick me up after work and get drinks?”

“
You can’t drink,” I said,
stating the obvious.

“
No shit,” she retorted
back. “I’ll order a virgin-something and enviously watch you have a
glass of wine. Four more months until I can hit the bottle
again.”

“
I thought you were
breastfeeding,” I added with a smile.

“
Dammit,” she laughed.
“Well, anyway, just pick me up. I have something to tell you, and I
want to say it in person.”

My stomach twisted. “Is it bad?”

“
Depends on how you look at
it. I gotta get back to work now, Ellie. See ya later.”

I hung up, apprehension growing. I’d been
friends with Misty for a little over three years now, but it felt
like I’d known her forever. She was my only friend, really. I
didn’t think I was hard to get along with, and I always thought of
myself as friendly, but I still had a hard time making friends. I
was shy, as much as I hated to admit it. And I didn’t like breaking
the rules or doing anything that could get me in trouble. Not
everyone was okay with that. Most people called me a prude. I guess
I wasn’t fun to be around. Sometimes I wondered why Misty put up
with me.

I straightened up my
apartment. It was small and crappy but nicely decorated at least. I
liked things neat and tidy. Messes gave me a headache. Then I got
dressed with enough time left over for another episode of
Doctor Who
before I left
to pick up Misty.

“
Turn on your lights,” Misty
said, hand resting on her stomach. She leaned forward against the
seatbelt, staring at the bumper-to-bumper traffic. “We can get
through this.”

I shifted in my seat. “Nah,” I said, gripping
the steering wheel. “We’ll be moving in no time.”

Misty shot me a glare. “Come on, Ellie.
What’s the point of driving your squad car off duty if you don’t
have a little fun?”

“
It’s not right to do that.
There isn’t a real emergency.”

“
The emergency is this
pregnant lady is hungry and has to pee.”

I pressed my lips together. The last thing I
needed was to turn on the siren, bypass the slow-going traffic, and
have someone see us pull up to the restaurant. It wasn’t worth the
risk. If word got back to my dad, Mr. Police Chief, I’d never hear
the end of it. And I wouldn’t even bother asking for the promotion
at the end of the month…again.

It took us thirty minutes to make the
ten-minute drive into downtown. I got a table while Misty hurried
to the bathroom. I ordered us both waters; as much as I’d love a
glass of pink moscato, it wasn’t something I could really afford.
Besides, I drank last night. I didn’t want to make a habit of
it.

“
So what do you have to tell
me?” I asked Misty as soon as she got to the table.

She pressed a smile and sat, unfolding her
napkin and putting it in her lap. She didn’t meet my eyes. Fuck.
This wasn’t good. She waved her hand in the air.

“
It’s nothing. Let’s enjoy
dinner. On me tonight,” she added quickly.

I raised my eyebrow. “Like I can enjoy dinner
with this looming over me.”

She picked up her menu. “Oh come on, Ellie.
Want to split an appetizer with me?”

“
Misty Clearwater,” I said,
putting my hands on the table. And yes, that was really her name.
Talk about marrying into a bad last name… “What the hell is going
on?”

Misty sighed and set her menu down. “Remember
how I told you Josh was offered a job in Germany?”

Fuck. “Yeah, I do.”

“
Well…they sweetened the
deal. Offered him twice as much as he’s making now. It’s enough to
let me stay home with Lucas when he’s born.”

My heart fell to the floor. I pushed my
shoulders back and forced a smile. “I hope he took it. Being a stay
at home mom is your dream.” Just being a mom was Misty’s dream.
After three rounds of failed IVF, Misty finally had her baby
growing strong in her belly. I had been there the day she got her
positive pregnancy test. We hugged and cried together. I knew how
much it meant to her to be able to stay home with her miracle
baby.

“
We are seriously
considering it.” She twisted the napkin in her hands. “His parents
live in Europe anyway, you know. They want to be very involved
grandparents.”

“
That’s great news, Mist!
Cheer up. I’m totally ordering you a virgin daiquiri to
celebrate!”

Misty’s shoulders relaxed. “I’m going to
really miss you. Will you come visit? I’d say I’d make the trip
back to Indiana, but with a baby…”

“
Duh. I’ll be there.” I
smiled at my best friend. “I’m going to be in the delivery room
when he’s born too, remember?”

“
You have to be. Josh is
going to pass out.”

We laughed. “When are you leaving?”

Misty shook her head. “I’m not really sure.
Josh goes out Monday to get a feel of things. If he likes it and
takes the job, we’ll start house hunting right away.”

“
That’s great,” I repeated.
“You always wanted to go to Europe.”

“
I do,” she said, tucking a
curly lock of blond hair behind her ear. The conversation shifted
away from moving, and things carried on just like old times. I
couldn’t get the sinking feeling out of my stomach. I didn’t want
Misty to leave. Sure, we’d stay friends and talk occasionally, but
it wouldn’t be the same.

*

After dropping Misty off at
her house, I debated going to the bar for real and looking for
Doctor Sexy—hey, he
might
actually be there—
or
anyone to buy me drinks and show me
a good time. If I went to a bar, I wanted to get wasted,
shit-faced, black-out drunk so I wouldn’t remember my best and only
friend was leaving in a few short weeks.

I closed my eyes and flicked
my left blinker on, turning home. I couldn’t leave the squad car in
the parking lot overnight. And I would
never
drink and drive. I wasn’t
stupid, and I wasn’t reckless. Putting innocent lives at risk went
against everything being a cop stood for.

At home, I showered, changed back into my
jammies, and allowed myself half a glass of five-dollar wine. I
knew I shouldn’t drink just because I was upset. I never did. But
fuck it tonight. I needed to drown my sorrows.

I wanted a good, hard fuck. That would take
my mind off of everything other than the cock ramming in and out of
me. I took a few more swallows of wine and flipped to some B-grade
porno.

Porn didn’t do it for me. I bloody wished it
had. I set my wine down and moved my hand between my legs, pressing
against the seam of my pajama pants. I wasn’t wearing panties. I
pushed my middle finger down against my clit, slowly curling it
up.

I stared at the TV, watching some large
breasted red-head get fisted while she had an oversized cock rammed
down her throat. Was this supposed to turn me on or terrify me?

I closed my eyes, resting my head back
against the couch. I slid my finger against myself, up and down.
Then I moved it in small circles. My mound began to swell, getting
wet and hot. I stuck my hand inside my pants, spreading my lips and
rubbing my clit.

My heart beat a little faster. I opened my
legs, feeling myself get wetter. I took in a deep breath. I wanted
to come already. I circled my fingers faster. My clit swelled,
getting rigid.

I opened my mouth. Yes. I could feel the
orgasm coming. I moved my fingers even faster…faster…I was
close…faster…faster…and nothing.

I stopped to switch hands.
My wrist hurt. I pulled down my PJs. I fucking
needed
to come now. I got myself all
hot and bothered. Fuck. My cunt tightened. I stuck a finger inside
me, stroking my G-spot.

Still nothing.

Fuck. I moved my fingers back to my clit. I
was close…so fucking close…I could feel it building up…I opened my
mouth, taking in a deep breath. My thighs tightened. I reached down
with my other hand, spreading my lips. I widened my legs, furiously
stroking my clit. I was wet and so hot…but nothing.

I let my hand fall onto the couch. I had a
headache now. Fucking great. I got up and went to bed, frustrated
and on the verge of tears.

I set the paper bag of bagels on my desk,
sipping my coffee as I scooted the wooden rolling chair away from
the desk with my foot. The office was somber this early on a Monday
morning. I was half an hour early for my shift. I liked arriving
early. It gave me time to finish my coffee and catch up on the
latest cases.

Though today, I was doing nothing but
deskwork. I fired up my dinosaur of a computer. Dad didn’t see the
purpose of updating something he thought “worked.” I shook my head,
tapping my fingers on the paper coffee cup as I waited for the
computer to slowly boot up.

I finished my white chocolate mocha by the
time I had my programs open. I blinked, logging in to the database.
I might need another cup of joe before lunch.

I had been determined to win the battle with
Big O. My right wrist was a little sore. After tossing and turning
for a few hours, I’d tried masturbating again.

And I’d gotten a big fat nothing.

I’d gotten in the tub for a warm soak and
stroke. That hadn’t done it for me. I’d scooted myself under the
faucet, spreading my legs so the hot water would gush down on my
clit. With a little finger fucking, that always did it for me.

But alas, all it had done
was give me a serious version of female blue balls. I’d drowned my
woes in another half glass of wine and passed out on the couch. I
woke up tired and ashamed of myself. Part of me hated that I felt
shame about letting go, about having a night alone, drinking and
touching myself. I didn’t
want
to be so uptight. I just didn’t know how not to
be.

My mind drifted to the blue-eyed doctor that
visited me in my dreams, to the way he touched me, the way his
hands wrapped around my throat and his cock rammed into my core,
filling me so much I could feel it in my throat. I wanted that in
real life so bad it hurt.

That was what I craved. The touch. The feel
of a man behind me, in me, on me…

I shook my head. I couldn’t
think about that right now. I was already bothered. I didn’t need
to get hot
and
bothered at work. I sighed and looked around the precinct. It
was both good and bad that I didn’t find any of my co-workers
fuck-worthy. I had a thing for a man with a gun, of
course.

I didn’t need that distraction. Not if I
wanted to do a good job. And I did do a good job, dammit.
Besides…it was against policy to date anyone from work. I wasn’t
going to break policy.

The day dragged on, and I shifted
uncomfortably in my chair. The seam of my polyester pants rubbed
against me. I sighed, longing for the bar and getting lost in the
arms of a stranger…and for the ability to throw my inhibitions to
the wind for a few hours like any normal person could do. I blinked
several times and turned the monitor off my computer once I printed
my reports.