Tease Me (4 page)

I waved my hand in the air, wanting him to
get the point.

“
I knew something shady was
going on,” he said, unable to keep the smile from his face. “We
were in the back of the bar, and I could see a few guys in the
alley. When I stepped out to investigate, I realized it was a drug
deal.”

Becca clutched him, realizing this could have
ended way worse.

“
Calaveras again?” I
asked.

Scott nodded. “We think so. The lab will
confirm it when they analyze the cocaine. Took a bullet to the
shoulder but I got ‘em.”

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

My eyes widened. “You
arrested
more
Calaveras men?” Dammit. I didn’t mean to sound like a
fangirl.

“
Three more.”

Becca hugged him again. “We are so lucky to
have you.”

I slowly let out a breath and closed my eyes
in a long blink. I could have been there. I could have been the one
to bust a drug deal. I could have been the one with a
devil-may-care smile on my face, blood on my shirt, and my arm in a
sling, telling tales about my bullet wound. But no…I chose to be a
lame-ass and go home to sulk.

Wait, what? I was jealous of my brother for
getting shot? What the fuck was wrong with me?

I pushed my shoulders back, nodding along
with what Becca was saying. I didn’t want to admit it to myself,
but I was jealous. It was insanely stupid to want to get shot.

But I did.

I didn’t really want the pain that comes
along with it, but I wanted everyone to know I was brave and could
handle rough, tough Calaveras dealers. The wind picked up, blowing
through my thin shirt. It was right then that I knew, no matter
what, I was going to prove myself.

No matter the cost.

*

I was utterly exhausted by Friday night. I
hadn’t given up yet, and I didn’t plan on it any time soon. Sleep
is for the weak, right? I rolled my eyes. Maybe I’ll dip out early
tonight…

Ever since Monday, I’d been hitting the bars
every night after work. No, not for fun. I ordered a virgin martini
and wandered around, undercover…but not on the clock. This was all
my own doing. I was hoping to find another drug deal and have a
bust of my own, on my own. That would be enough to let me get the
promotion next week. Though technically, I was on vacation. I had
two weeks of vacation time by now. I hadn’t planned on using it
since I had nowhere to go. Yesterday my dad pulled me into his
office. For a split second, I thought he was going to validate my
hard work. Instead, he told me I looked ragged and assumed I was
torn up over my brother getting hurt. I had no choice but to take
the two weeks off and “recharge.”

It still made me mad to think about. Oh well.
It just meant I had more time to investigate on my own. I’d find a
deal. I knew I would.

I ordered another virgin drink and plopped
onto a barstool. I rubbed my temples and forced a smile. I was
tired. I took a sip of my drink and looked around the crowded bar.
I had been watching two guys the whole night. They didn’t order
drinks or dance along to the loud music. They stayed in the back,
glued to their cell phones. Every once in a while, one of them
would go outside but return a minute later.

Something was up with them. I was sure of it.
I took another drink and felt someone slide between the barstools
behind me. I set my drink down and turned.

“
Sorry,” a handsome,
dark-haired man said. “I didn’t mean to crowd you.”

I smiled, the breath catching slightly in my
chest. “It’s okay,” I shouted over the music.

He flashed perfectly white teeth and leaned
forward, his arm brushing against mine. He waved to the bartender
and put a twenty on the counter. He ordered two drinks.

“
You here alone?” he asked,
eyes flicking to the barstool next to mine, which was occupied by
an older man. We clearly weren’t here together.

I felt myself flush. There was something
embarrassing about being alone, something that left a lot to be
implied. Was I here by myself because I had no friends? Was I
cheating on someone? Was I only looking for a hook up?

I blinked and smiled again. Was I the only
one who worried about pointless shit like this? Probably.

“
I am.”

He leaned closer to me. “What? I didn’t hear
you.”

“
I am,” I said again and
subconsciously ran my finger up and down the stem of my
glass.

“
Oh,” he said and leaned
forward again, picking up the drinks. He turned around with grace,
looking at my martini. My heart skipped a beat. “I was gonna ask
you and your buddy to swap us seats, but never mind.” He smiled
again, eyes moving to the guy behind me. Then he turned around and
handed a drink to a pretty blonde.

I wanted to die.

I put my hands on the bar and let out a
breath. Just when I thought I had it…nope, not a fighting chance. I
finished my drink and went to the bathroom. After I peed and washed
my hands, I looked at my reflection.

I hadn’t put as much effort
into my appearance as I had the previous nights, but I didn’t think
I looked
that
bad.
My hair was straight, neatly hanging around my face. I had on gold
eye shadow and brown liner. My lashes were naturally long and
looked pretty good sans fake ones.

I moved my eyes down. I was
wearing a short dress and heels. The heels pinched my toes, and I
was cold in the dress. I turned to the side. I
did
look good. Swap-Me-Seats guy could
go fuck himself.

I smoothed my hair and went back into the
bar. The first thing I noticed was that Swap-Me-Seats and his girl
had taken my stool. The second thing I noticed was one of the guys
I had been watching slip outside.

I swallowed hard and followed him, adrenaline
pulsing through me. I clutched my purse, which had my gun and my
badge in it. My heels quietly clicked on the pavement, and my
breath clouded around me. Goosebumps broke out over my skin, and I
wished I had worn a sweater.

Or a bulletproof vest.

But that clashed with my stilettos.

A black SUV turned off the street, rolling
down the alley that ran adjacent to the bar. The guy from the bar
had his back turned, talking on his cell phone. He nodded to the
guys in the SUV.

I stood close to the building, watching. The
guys got out of the SUV. One had a gun tucked into his pants. He
moved out of the driver’s side, standing with his legs wide and
arms crossed, trying to look tough. Another man exited the SUV and
went around to the back where he opened the door.

The guy from the bar pulled out a wad of cash
and handed it to the man by the back of the SUV. He carefully
counted it, then turned, pulling a brown paper bag from the
vehicle.

I smiled and pushed back my nerves. This was
it! A drug bust. I reached into my purse to call for backup. I
wasn’t stupid; I knew I couldn’t do this all on my own.

Then I heard footsteps behind me. My heart
stopped, and white-hot fear paralyzed me. Fuck. The second guy from
the bar.

“
Hey lady!” he shouted, loud
enough for the other guys to hear. My fingers closed around my cell
phone. The guys looked up. The one with the gun moved forward,
fast. Too fast.

Oh shit.

“
What are you doing, lady?”
the guy asked, moving close behind me. He had a thick Mexican
accent.

“
Uh,” I started. I batted my
lashes and took a step forward, stumbling like I was drunk.
“Looking for my friend,” I blurted.

“
You should go back inside,”
he said. A chill ran through me. Yes, yes I should. I swallowed
hard. “It’s not safe out here for a pretty lady like
you.”

I shrugged and forced a laugh. “Walk me back
in?”

The guy narrowed his eyes but nodded. I
turned, pulling my phone from my purse…and my police badge came
with it.

Everything happened in slow motion. I
watched, wide-eyed in horror, as it fell. My heart hammered in my
head, each beat echoing loudly in my ears. My cell phone clattered
to the ground next, the screen shattering into a million little
pieces. My badge bounced to the ground, landing face up on top of
the phone.

I bent down to grab them both but not before
the badge was noticed.

“
She’s a cop!” the guy
closest to me yelled.

I shot back up, wobbling on my heels. I
pulled the gun from my purse and pointed at the guy behind me.
“Freeze,” I said, my voice shaking. I didn’t have to turn around to
know there was a gun on me too.

Fuck. Way to go, Ellie. I pushed my shoulders
back. My mind raced a million miles an hour. I could shoot the guy
with the gun first then hope the others backed off. Did they have
weapons too?

Time passed quickly. I fired one round as the
guys closed in. Darkness consumed me, and something cold pressed
against my neck. The jolt of electricity rendered me useless, and
my limbs went slack. The gun slipped from my grasp, firing another
round as it hit the pavement.

Then I passed out.

I sat with my legs spread and one hand on my
cock. I licked my lips, slowly stroking my shaft while I watched
the two girls on the bed. Both were young, eighteen or nineteen,
maybe, and both had soft blonde hair, blue eyes, and too much
makeup.

Just the way I like them.

They weren’t twins, or even related, but had
done their hair and makeup in such a way it was hard to tell them
apart. I referred to them by the color of their lingerie.

“
Do you like that?” Blue
asked Red. She stuck her hand inside Red’s panties. Red opened her
mouth and dramatically moaned. The theatrics were overdone and not
convincing me this girl was really getting off.

I moved my hand up and down a little faster.
I didn’t want to lose my hard on.

“
Yeah, baby,” Red panted.
“Oh, don’t stop.”

The girls lay back on the bed, and Blue
stripped Red of her lace panties. She tossed them at me; they
landed by my feet. I picked them up, smiling at the girls. I kept
working my hand, running my thumb over the tip of my dick, bringing
the pre-cum down to lubricate my shaft as I pumped my hand.

Blue got to her knees and spread Red’s legs.
Then she dove in. I watched Red’s face. Her eyes were closed and
her full lips were pursed together and she moaned and groaned.

She brought one hand up over her stomach and
onto her breast. Her other hand lay slack on the bed. She sounded
convincing. Her legs hooked around Blue’s shoulders, and she
reached down, grasping Blue’s hair. Red’s body was too relaxed. She
wasn’t enjoying this. It was just a job for her.

And that’s all it was, really. I shouldn’t
have expected much from hired whores. But I wanted a show to get
myself off. I leaned back in the chair and moved my eyes to
Blue.

Her fingers curled into Red’s skin. She
flicked her tongue back and forth, turning her head to get just the
right angle. Her cheeks flushed and she let out a moan, her mouth
full of Red’s pussy.

Now
she
was enjoying this.

“
Stop,” I said, fingers
tightening around my cock. The girls looked at me. Blue wiped her
mouth and spread her hands over Red’s stomach. “Switch.”

Both smiled, but Blue’s eyes sparkled. She
unclasped her bra. Red slipped it off, sucking on her nipples as
she made her way down. Blue’s back arched as soon as Red pushed her
tongue inside her pussy. My cock hardened.

Yes. This was what I needed.

Blue was getting off on this. And I was
getting off on her. I moved my hand up and down, up and down as I
watched Red eat out Blue. Her breathing quickened. She grabbed the
bedspread, twisting it in her hands.

She was close. I was getting there. Blue’s
mouth opened, and her body went rigid. Her head snapped back when
she came.

“
Come here, now,” I ordered.
Red scrambled up and hurried over. Still jerking my dick with one
hand, I reached out with the other and grabbed Red’s wrist. I
pulled her down to her knees, opening my legs. She fit right
between, putting her hands on my thighs. I kept the momentum going
until her warm mouth closed around the tip of my dick.

I let go and grabbed handfuls of her hair. I
tipped my head back. Red was good. She took me in her mouth and
down her throat. She moved fast, sucking hard, then let up. She
cupped my balls and slipped one finger toward my asshole but didn’t
stick it inside.

The tease turned me on.

I pushed her head down. I was ready to come.
I wanted to come. She closed her lips around me and sucked hard as
I came. I held her head down, keeping her mouth on my cock as it
pulsed.

My heart had sped up and the blowjob was
good, but it still felt forced. I sighed and let go of Red’s hair.
She swallowed, batting her eyes and smiling at me.

“
Go,” I said, dismissing the
girls. They looked a little taken back by my urgency to see them
leave. They had done their job; they weren’t needed
anymore.

I stood while they got dressed, striding into
the bathroom. I turned on the shower and sighed. There was a time
when I could feel turned on just by looking at any girl. I could
blow a load in any pussy and enjoy the fuck out of fucking.

Maybe I’d fucked too many girls. Now they all
seemed the same. All bending too easily, doing whatever they were
told. No one was a challenge. I missed that. I glanced in the
mirror before stripping out of my clothes.

I was a good-looking man, and I say that not
to boast, but honestly. I had tan skin, dark hair, and dark eyes. I
looked like my father. I inherited more than my chick-magnet good
looks from him; I inherited his drug and weapon empire.