While I wait for him I kick off my flip-flops and climb onto the bed. I’m more tired than I thought because I fall asleep the moment my head hits the pillow.
Twenty-One
Maverick
I finish my last bench press and then Troy helps me rack the bar. I stand up and shake out my arms. “That felt good.” It’s been a few weeks since I’ve worked out—between Gwen and work, I haven’t had a chance to get much of a workout in.
“You haven’t totally become a pussy.” He laughs as we start walking toward the locker room. “Have you asked Gwen to move in yet?”
I shake my head. “No, but I’m planning on doing it tonight.”
“Well she’s practically living with you anyway. It’s just making it official. I love her, though, man. She’s cool as hell and low drama.” Troy’s right, she is cool as hell and with all the traveling she’s done, Gwen is still completely down to earth.
“What about you and Taylor? Making any progress?” He’s a good guy, one of the best, and I think they’d be good together.
“Slow and steady wins the race, brother, and tonight we’re meeting for dinner.” Troy grabs his bag out of his locker and I grab mine.
Once we’re outside, he heads to his truck and I head to my Jeep. When I pull down my street, I see a police car in front of my house. Gwen, her dad, and a uniformed officer stand on the sidewalk—all three of them turn toward me when I park my Jeep.
“Babe, what’s going on?” I walk toward her; she meets me halfway. Anger written all over her face.
“Some asshole vandalized my car.” She stomps over to it.
I follow behind her and what I see makes me see red. In black spray paint is the word WHORE, her tires are completely flat—you can tell they’ve been slashed. They also keyed the fuck out of her door.
Chief Malone comes walking over. “Would anyone be pissed enough at you to do this?”
“Dad? You promised you’d be cool.” Gwen wraps her arms around my waist. “Sorry.”
I shake my head. “Don’t be sorry. I’d be the same way if it was my daughter.” I make eye contact with Chief Malone. “The only person I can think of is Tawney Jacobs. She started the fight with Gwen at Hooligan’s. From what Gwen says, these two have always had problems.”
“We’ll talk to your neighbors first and see if they saw anything,” Chief says. “What kind of car does she drive?”
“A red Mini Cooper convertible, with a black top.”
Chief and Officer Harris go to talk to the neighbors, and I follow Gwen inside the house. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
She doesn’t say anything, instead she sits down on the sofa. “Why?” she whispers. “I don’t get it, and right now it’s taking all of my willpower not to go and kick her ass. It’s got to be her, right?”
“A part of me doesn’t think she’d do something like that, but I also didn’t expect her to provoke you to fight her.” I want to call her and flat out ask her, but I’m afraid that could stir up more unnecessary drama. “They won’t want me talking to her, but I’ll be by your side.”
Gwen’s dad has her car towed to the body shop. Her insurance will cover the damage, but it’ll be a pain in the ass for her.
“I should’ve punched her harder.”
I let out a surprised laugh. “Yeah I don’t know if that would’ve made things any better. I’m just sorry I ever touched her.”
Gwen covers her ears. “Ugh… don’t remind me.” Then singsongs, “I can’t hear you.”
I smile and pull her up and wrap my arms around her. “Sorry baby. Why don’t you come shower with me and I’ll make you feel better.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her, causing her to giggle. After I toss her over my shoulder, I carry her back to the bathroom and then we shower.
I walk across the street and Ida opens the door as I approach. “Well hello, Officer. How are you on this beautiful day?”
“I’m well, Ida. I was hoping you could answer some questions for me.” She steps back and lets me step inside. Her home is a mixture of doilies, flowers, and plastic-covered furniture.
“Can I make you some coffee or tea?”
“No, but thank you.” I follow her into the kitchen and we sit at her table. “Sometime in the night or early morning someone vandalized Gwen’s car. I was wondering if you might’ve seen someone or heard anything.”
Ida puts her hand to her heart. “Oh my word. How could someone do that? I didn’t see anything, but I’ll surely keep an eye out.”
Damn, I was hoping that she could help. “I appreciate that. You take care of yourself.” I take my leave and jog across the street. Inside my house, I find Gwen sitting on the sofa with her laptop on her lap.
She looks up at me and smiles. “Hey babe, did Ida see anything?”
“Nope, no one did. If I had to guess I’d say that if Tawney’s behind it, she probably asked one of her many boy toys to do it. All I know is she’s fucking dumb if she did. Not only because I’m a cop, but your dad is the chief of police. They can question her, but without any evidence, there’s not much we can do.” I run a hand through my hair.
Gwen hangs her head. “It is what it is. I mean, it’s just my car, and it’s getting fixed, but I just don’t understand the why. Did you let her think you were more than what you were?”
I sit next to her. “No baby. I swear I’ve always been upfront with the women I took to bed.”
“Okay.” Gwen nods. “I believe you. Did you know it’s been almost two months since the accident?”
I shake my head. “I didn’t realize it.” I haven’t asked her to move in yet, but maybe this is a good time to do it. It’ll get her mind off of her car. “Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Sure, what is it?” Gwen closes her laptop and then turns so we’re facing each other.
“You’ve been staying with me a lot and I just thought that it’s time you moved in with me. What do you think?”
Gwen’s lips turn up into a huge smile. “Are you sure I won’t be cramping your style?”
“Baby, you’re here almost every night as it is. I want you here, I want your clothes in my closet. I want your little touches all over the house, making it feel like yours.”
She sets her laptop down and tackles me on the sofa. Our kiss turns heated because that’s what she does to me—I lose control when I’m around her. Thankfully she’s wearing a little sundress, giving me access to her wet pussy.
“No panties.” I growl right before I push one finger inside her.
Gwen immediately starts to ride it. “Ahhh… I love when you finger me.” She throws her head back and moans.
I pull it out and rub her clit—she does a full body shiver and then her pussy gets really hot when I push two fingers inside her. “I can tell, baby.” She rocks her hips, getting so wet that her arousal is drenching my fingers.