She’s got red hair that looks almost pink that hangs down her back. Her body is lean and she’s got nice tits—it’s all highlighted by a pink and tan paisley dress that hits her mid-thigh. Her feet are bare and I can see her toe ring from here.
Her eyes meet mine and I’m a little freaked out by my body’s reaction to her. She licks her lips. I start walking toward her. What the fuck are you doing? I ask myself.
“Gwen?” I turn to find Chief Malone smiling at the girl, but then scowling at me. “Maverick, meet my daughter, Gwen. Sweetheart, this is Maverick, one of my officers.”
She smiles up at me and I swear my dick twitches behind my zipper. “Maverick, huh? Were your parents fans of Top Gun?”
“Yeah… sure.” I know I’m being a dick, but what better way to get her to stay away from me. “Uh… it was nice meeting you,” I say to her and turn to Chief. “Boss, thanks for the invite.” I slap him on the shoulder before I turn and walk away from her. I feel her eyes on me on the way back.
I stand next to Troy and I watch Gwen and her dad talk. Of course he’s her father… my boss. She is sexy as fuck, and now she is on my, don’t go there list.
We stay long enough to eat a burger and some side dishes and for me to watch Gwen like a creepy stalker. Thanks to my cop skills, I’ve learned that she’s a travel vlogger—she’s got her own website and YouTube channel. Two things I’ll check out when I’m alone later—see, I’m a total creep.
I toss my empty beer bottle into the trash and make my way over to my boss. He turns toward me. “Hey Chief, we’re taking off but wanted to thank you for having us.”
Troy comes to stand next to me. “Yeah, thanks, boss.”
I spot Gwen over with a group of people that all seem to be around her age. She looks up, catching me watching her, but instead of giving her anything, I turn and walk away.
Out front, I climb on my bike. “I need to get laid,” I say, looking at Troy.
“You and me both, brother,” Troy says before we start up our bikes and take off.
Three
Gwen
I walk up to my best friend, Marcie, and Taylor. “What’s up, girls?” I spot Maverick across the yard. He’s definitely not the type of guy I usually go for. I tend to be more attracted to the guys that are a little more polished. God, that makes me sound like a snob.
There’s just something about him, but it doesn’t matter because as soon as he knew I was Chief Malone’s daughter, he no longer was interested… curious maybe, but not interested, and began acting like a total dick. It was a shame because we could’ve had some fun.
“Do you guys know that guy, Maverick? What’s his story?” I try to appear nonchalant.
Both girls cage me in. “Do not go there.” That comes from Marcie.
“He’s a total manwhore.” That’s from Taylor. “He’s hot, but a total player. Stay away from him.”
“Yeah, he’s hot, but totally not my type.” I start to back away from them. “I’m going to grab something to eat.”
I make my way across the yard to where the food is and grab a plate. While I scoop up some fruit salad, I feel eyes on me. I look up and find Maverick watching me, and my body immediately reacts, dammit.
I finish filling my plate and decide to make my way over to talk to him, or make him talk to me because I know he felt that connection. When I turn toward him, I see him and the other guy, Troy, walking around the side of the house. I carry my plate with me as I head in their direction and spot him as he climbs on his bike and hear him say that he needs to get laid.
“Well there goes that,” I say quietly to myself.
Mom slides the door open and the rush of the wind becomes deafening. My hands start to shake as my adrenaline kicks in. I smile at my brother, who is sitting across from me. Taylor is like Dad, afraid of heights, so she’s never jumped. Of course Dad jumped one time and that was with my mom when they were dating, but hasn’t done it since.
“Okay guys. Are you ready?” Mom shouts, smiling. She loves jumping with us.
I pull my goggles down over my eyes and adjust my camera on my helmet. I flip it on and then do the same with Grant’s. We make our way to the door—my brother is the first to jump.
I step up next to Mom and smile. “Head up. Wings out,” I shout before jumping. The first initial feeling that hits me is always fear until I begin gliding through the air. My brother is showing off, doing somersaults through the air. I bring my arms down to my side and move faster toward him.
We grab hands as we wait for Mom to join us. Of course in seconds she does and the three of us grab onto each other. After about thirty seconds, we all smile before we let go of each other and start pulling our cords.
Once I pull mine, I fly back up until my parachute is open. When I start going down again I take a minute to enjoy the view. The water looks like it’s covered in diamonds from the sun beating down on it.
I focus back on landing and the moment my ass hits the ground, I quickly unhook my parachute and spot Mom and Grant doing the same. Mom has guys that come out and take care of the equipment, so I hop up and run over to Mom, throwing my arms around her.
“I forgot what a rush that is,” I say as Grant comes walking up, throwing his arm around my shoulders. “I can’t wait to see our footage.”
“It should be amazing. That view was killer.” He looks so much like Dad. I’ve seen the photographic evidence and they could be twins.
“I’m so happy to have two of my babies jumping with me today.” Mom pulls us into a hug, kissing us both. “Now let’s go eat.”
We head inside to take off our gear. Dad and Taylor meet us at Jersey’s, a bar and grill famous for their bacon cheeseburgers. The place is hopping, but it is the weekend. They’re here when we step inside.
I sit next to my dad, grabbing his beer and taking a healthy swallow. “It was a hell of a jump today.”
“I’m glad you had fun.” Dad takes his beer back. “Your uncles have been demanding some face time with you. Try to go visit them and the cousins this week.”
“I will, promise.”
Our waitress grabs our orders and then disappears. I look around the inside of the bar. I swear this place has looked the same since the first time I remember coming here.
By the pool tables, I see a gathering of men and women. Maverick is amongst them, looking extremely hot in his black Harley Davidson t-shirt and jeans that don’t hide the fact that he’s got a nice-sized cock. He turns and looks at me, like he could feel me looking at him—the moment our eyes meet, my heart starts beating faster and I don’t miss the heat in his eyes. Yep, there is definitely something there.
A woman with dark hair wraps herself around him, but that doesn’t stop him from holding my stare as she hangs all over him. Fuck, it’s disappointing to know that us hitting the sheets would be explosive, but knowing it was never going to happen because I don’t like to share.
I turn back to my family and find Taylor staring at me. I give a quick shake of my head and take a drink of my beer.