“He got one for me, it was his way of telling me how he felt without actually saying it, this is my way of telling him back.”
I fake a gag, pretending the thought of love makes me sick, but in truth, I’m so fucking happy Myles found Allie. She’s great and she’s good for him, so as much as I joke and tease them, it actually makes me happy to see my friends happy.
“Besides, I ammarryingthe guy,” she adds.
“Myles said he’s taking you out tonight. Anywhere nice?” I ask, pretending I don’t already know they’re gonna end up at the clubhouse for their engagement party—which she knows nothing about.
“He won’t tell me. Says it’s a surprise. Whatever it is, it’s a damn sight better than moping around the house feeling sorry for myself.”
“You’ll get your job back, doll. Give us time. Once we’ve dealt with Watson and Collins, shit will go back to normal.”
“And how are you gonna do that? Actually, don’t tell me. I’d rather not know, but if it means doing something dangerousor someone getting hurt, I’d rather you didn’t.”
“Trust us, doll. TrustMyles. We’ve handled far worse than this,” I assure her.
“So what’s all this I’m hearing about you and the mayor’s daughter?” she asks.
My hand falters a fraction but I recover it quickly. “What’ve you heard?”
“Just that things have kind of…spiralledbetween you two. I have to admit, I never expected you to be putting so much effort into one girl.”
I shrug. “The harder the work, the better the reward.”And what a fucking reward it will be.
It’s been a few days since our midnight phone call and I don’t think my dick has properly settled down since which is why I’ve done everything I can to stay distracted. I’ve buried myself in work, spending hours in my garage punching a hole through my punching bag and it’s still not enough to get her out of my mind. Those little whimpers she made through the phone echo through my mind, making my dick instantly hard, wishing it was me inside that little pussy instead of her fingers.
She’s fucking with my head without even knowing it because all I can think about it what she sounds like when she comes. Never in my life have I wanted anything more. She was so close, my dirty mouth having her on the edge of fucking oblivion until it was cut short and she hung up on me.
She threw a curve ball into my plan that night, because all the breadcrumbs I’ve been leaving to reel her in, the lingering touches, the stolen moments in storage closets, working her up only to leave her wanting more have ultimately backfired, because it’smewho craves more. It’s me who aches for her.
I have to keep reminding myself of my plan, of why I’m doing this and to not let myself get in too deep, because there is only one way this can end and getting attached is not a part of that plan.
At least a part of it is coming together. Now, I have a photo, and I didn’t have to lift a finger to get it. I’ve jacked off to it more times than I care to admit like some fucking creeper, but I couldn’t help myself. She looked so fucking sexy with that sheet barely covering her beautiful body. I never in a million years expected a photo like that from her, she’s the definition of a good girl, but if everything goes according to plan, that’s not what I want her father to think. I just need a few more photos to take to her dear old dad to get him off our backs once and for all and with any luck, it won’t take much longer.
“I’m not sure I believe you,” Allie says, dragging me from my thoughts.
“No?”
“No. Because for a man who changes women quicker than some change underwear, I haven’t seen you with another woman since she came to town.”
“And what does that prove?”
“That maybe a part of you cares about her.”
I stifle a laugh. “That’s bullshit.”
“Is it?”
“Yes,” I snap.
“You’re forgetting who you’re talking to. I’m a cop, I can tell when someone lying, especially when they’re lying to themselves.”
A part of me isn’t even sureIbelieve my own bullshit, though that’s something I’m not willing to face right now, soinstead I shake that thought away as I return my concentration back to her tattoo.
It takes me another fifteen minutes or so to finish up her tattoo, and we remain in silence the entire time. Once it’s done, I go through the aftercare instructions before I give her a loose hug.
“Think about what I said,” is the last thing she says before leaving the shop.
I’m about to clean up my station when Jett’s name lights up my phone screen on the table beside me. I snap off my latex gloves and answer it. “What’s up, man?”
