Colby
“You look like shit man.”
I pull a mug down from the cupboard and flip a finger in the general direction of Marcus, much to his amusement. It had been a long night, nothing like getting tasered to give you a serious case of dry mouth for the next decade. Okay, I’m being dramatic. But still, that shit’s not cool.
“I can’t believe she tasered you,” Marcus continues, a boyish smile grinning on his face. “That chick is fucking awesome. Can you imagine the freaky shit she could come up with in bed?”
I felt my face screw up in disgust. “You what? Want her to taser your balls in bed? Maybe clamp those nips?”
A curious expression settles on his face. “Huh. I wonder if…”
“Stop fucking talking, there’s only so much talk of your tackle I can deal with.”
He laughs and goes back to scrolling through some site on his computer, so I take my coffee and leave him to it. The halls of MB Security are quiet this morning, only the telltale tapping of people typing floats through the air, giving away the presence of my team. Marcus and I had started this company up straight out of college, much to the disapproval of our parents. Back then it had been a two-man operation, both of us working ridiculously long hours for very little pay but we hadn’t cared. It was our dream and we were willing to work for it.
It took a few years but eventually we garnered a name in the field for being the most efficient and professional Private Investigators around the Boston area. But although that was where we had made our money, enough to expand our business and hire a team to work alongside us, we mainly seemed to have clients wanting personal protection these days.
Of course, I knew the reason why and it had a partner that liked to taser innocent bystanders. Okay that was stretching the truth somewhat, but I didn’t care. Skylar was crazy. But I didn’t give a shit about her anyway.
Briella however, was a completely different matter.
I push open the door to my office and drop into my seat. A little grin pulled at my lips when I thought about the pissy way she had shot me down yesterday evening. Seemed like my best friend still wasn’t in the mood to talk to me. She would have to give in eventually.
When we were kids, I was always doing things to piss her off and she would give me the cold shoulder for a few days. I had always liked to share with her, anything that was hers was fair game in my book, whether that meant her bag of sweets or her homework. She used to get all mad at me when I stole her bike or ate half her lunch at school. But she always forgave me.
Of course, I had done a little more than bite her sandwich a few months ago. Although there had been biting involved. A lot of nibbling…
“Fuck,” I mumble, adjusting my boner. I still get hard just thinking about the night I finally got her under me.
Around the age of fifteen she stopped being just the girl I liked the best and became the hot friend I couldn’t, wouldn’t and definitely shouldn’t touch. Gone was the frizzy hair and big glasses and in its place stood the sexy woman that could bring any man to his knees – me included. Overnight she seemed to fill out in all the right places.
That’s when the battle had begun. The one where I beat the shit out of any guy that did her wrong, and there were many. The one where I beat the shit out of myself for jacking off to her every night before I went to sleep. She was the most important person in my life and I wasn’t going to fuck it up for a bit of slap and tickle.
I wasn’t built for the long haul, and she deserved someone who was willing to give her the world. She was the best of the best… and I was willing to ignore the tent in my jeans to keep it that way. I wasn’t a bad guy, but I wasn’t a saint either. I had spent years sinking my cock into faceless females and I loved every single minute of it. Never anything serious. No friends with benefits, just a night of fun and empty balls by the end of it.
Then, we got drunk and fucked like rabbits. To this day, I couldn’t tell you exactly what was said or how we ended up in my bedroom, naked and sliding against each other. I do remember feeling that no pussy had ever felt so good, so hot, so tight, so fucking perfect. I also remember looking into her eyes and seeing something I wasn’t prepared for.
That was the moment I became an asshole.
“Harder Colby, please,” she begged beneath me, her legs hitching up against my sides, her heels digging into my ass as I steadily pumped my cock into her heat.
I growled when she clenched her inner muscles, her pussy sealing tight to my rock-hard dick. All thought slammed from my mind and I thrust hard and deep, bottoming out inside her.
“Fuck. Me.” I held myself there, totally swallowed by her body. My hips twisted and dipped, a slow grind hitting her clit just right. She mewled and gasped, her hands flying up to cup my face, her mouth dropping open wordlessly.
Her eyes drank me in as I pulled out and set a punishing pace, wanting to make her moan again. Nothing had ever been this good, this… right.
That fire in her eyes deepened the closer she got to another orgasm and it was intoxicating. She took each thrust and gave it back to me, her hips rising to meet each powerful surge of my hips. Her face told a story of a woman in lust and it was fucking beautiful. She was beautiful.
And then, out of nowhere it hit me. Briella wasn’t a one-night stand girl, she never had been.
And if she was letting me in… it meant something.
Something I was in no way ready for.
My hips kept thrusting, her cries got louder as she neared the brink, my body following along no matter what my head was doing. I couldn’t do this, I couldn’t let her think this was the start of something between us, but it was too late for talking, much too late to turn back so I did the only thing my still drunk head could think of in the heat of the moment.
“Yes, fuck yes Casey!”
Yeah, I was that guy. The guy that fucked the perfect girl and then called her the one name that would make damn fucking sure she wasn’t expecting more from me – her bitch of a cousin’s name.
“Colby, you have Skylar Jenkins on line one.”
I grab my phone and pause. “Who?”
“Really Colby?” came the disembodied voice of my long-suffering secretary. “I’m too old for this shit.”
I laugh, debating whether to fuck with Jeana some more but think wisely against it. “Patch her through my love.”
With a grunt, the line goes dead and in its place is the snarky, taser loving woman from hell.
“We need to talk.”
“Well good morning to you too. No no, I’m fine. No need to apologize for the incident yesterday, I wasn’t planning to sue.”
“What-fucking-ever. I have a business proposition for you.”
I sit back in my chair, my curiosity peaked. “I’m listening.”
“We have a case that is… tricky. At the moment, it’s mainly surveillance but I think muscle is going to be needed. Do you have someone you could spare us for a few weeks, month tops?”
“Possibly. I would need to know more about this though.”
She snorted. “What the fuck kind of operation do you think we’re running here Maitland? You’ll get a brief, I can email it right now if Sir would like?”
My eyes rolled. “Fine. Send it over.”
“Gee thanks asshole.”
I’m about to hang up when she pipes back up.
“And Colby? Report back to me. Just me for now.”
The line goes dead before I can question her. Crazy woman. I open my emails and see the outline for what had started as a cut and dry adultery case. Only now, it was a hell of a lot more.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter as I catch a look at the names. This isn’t just high profile, this is a who’s who of names that you don’t piss off in this town. What the hell had they gotten themselves into?
There was no way I was getting my men involved in this, just because some silly arm candy woman had let the wrong cock in her hen house. I would call Skylar back, tell her no and suggest she drop it too.
That was, until I saw who we would be working side by side with. At a secluded location, 24-hour surveillance… just me and the one woman who hated my guts the most in the world.
I pick the phone back up and redial the crafty woman.
“Well that took less time than I thought.”
“Does she know?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Bri would kick my ass if she knew what I was doing. But she needs the added protection. Like it or not, MB Security is the best. Will you do it?”
Locked up in a cabana with Briella for weeks? Nowhere for her to escape?
“Count me in.”