Chapter 29
MAC
We’d already been on two calls this morning plus discovered the brush truck’s pump gauge was broken. The station’s industrial dryer had a lint clog and had to be disconnected and the vent line cleaned out. An order of latex gloves was somewhere in Utah instead of being delivered yesterday.
None of that could get me down. Not when I had Georgia sucking the cum from my balls like a porn star.
She’d been all shy and tentative because of the number her ex did on her, but when I got my mouth on her pussy, she’d gone all in.
Forgotten about any hang-ups the asshole gave her and her passion and uninhibited nature came out.
She blew my mind… along with my dick.
So yeah, I had a spring in my step and a smile on my face.
“What’s wrong with you?” Flowers asked, sticking his head in my office. He assessed me as he would a patient on scene.
I looked up from the budget spreadsheet. Even those numbers didn’t bother me today.
“What?”
“You’re smiling. It’s scaring me.” He turned his head. “Van Routen. Get in here and bring a med kit.”
“Jesus, does everyone think I’m a cranky asshole?” I asked, pushing my chair back from my desk and crossed my arms over my chest.
When I realized what I did, I dropped them.
Van Routen came in as I asked and he and Flowers said, “YES!” at the same time.
“Not an asshole, chief,” Van Routen confirmed. “Just cranky. Not today though. We’re not used to seeing you smile so much. It’s like you got l–”
Barks and shouting cut him off. It was a good thing, too. While we were all really close, this was a place of work and there were clear sexual harassment rules in place. We were cautious about coed living since both men and women were on shift together and my sex life was not up for discussion.
I wasn’t going to kiss and tell about my night with Georgia. Not with any of them.
A black streak ran by my door.
“What was that?” Flowers asked, sticking his head out my door.
A woman ran past. “Benji!” she hollered.
“That was a dog. And that”–Van Routen pointed–“is another.”
This one was gray and black, tongue lolling in his open mouth, as he casually sauntered into my office and sat on my foot.
“It’s the first day of the calendar shoot. Smutters is here for his pics and Maria, if we don’t get any calls, will do hers, then Cleary.”
Georgia walked past, then backed up and stopped in the doorway. “There he is,” she said, pointing at the dog. She gave him a look similar to the one I employed with Andy when he’d done something wrong, but it was more amusing than disastrous. “That’s Corky.”
I left Georgia’s bed this morning before dawn.
It was dark in her little apartment and I didn’t get a chance to study her while she slept.
One, it was a little creepy, and two, I’d been behind.
I had to sneak into my house, shower, and put my uniform on before Dad got up.
Yeah, I told Georgia the night before I wasn’t going to be grounded if I was caught in her bed, but I didn’t want Dad to think differently of her.
Our no-strings activities were our secret.
I didn’t want to have a conversation about my sex life with anyone before coffee.
So the last time I had a look at her, she was sprawled beside me, sated and completely uninhibited. Naked, hair a mess, lipstick smeared. I’d done that to her and I was fucking proud. I wanted a medal and a trophy.
Now, I couldn’t look away. What was it about her? Why was I drawn to her like this dog Corky and my foot? It was electric.
“Hi,” she murmured to me, then looked to Flowers and Van Routen. “Hey there. Busy morning?” she asked them.
As they shared the morning’s events, I took in her black pants, white blouse, which was untucked, and the tails peeked below the hem of a red argyle sweater. Her lipstick was a bright red that matched and reminded me of the ring I found around my dick in the shower this morning.
DON’T THINK ABOUT THAT! Building code violations. Root canals. Flooded basements. Anything but the way I’d stared at my dick in the shower and didn’t want to clean that Georgia-made mark off.
“–so Maria is opening the back bay door to let light in for the shoot,” Georgia said to the guys. “Corky here will be in her pics and Benji, if Kennedy from the animal shelter caught him, will be with Peter. There’s a litter of kittens in a cat carrier that can be used, too.”
Smutters. Georgia was going to be with him. Probably without a shirt on. Smutters, not Georgia. No fucking way. I was the only one seeing her bare.
Nothing was said for a few seconds.
Van Routen cleared his throat. “So, since you two are having a staring contest, we’ll just… yeah, you two can–”
“Later, Chief,” Flowers added. “Come on, Corky. Let’s go find you a treat.”
The dog woofed and I felt him move away, but I only saw Georgia.
They left. She stepped into the room.
Finally. Fucking finally. I moved around my desk and went to my door. Shut it. Locked it.
Turned and pulled her to me. Kissed her.
And fuck yes, she kissed me right back.