"Extracurricular Pursuits"

Copyright 2006 Penn O'Hara

M

Usual disclaimers apply.

oOo

Chapter Three

Carolyn wriggled to aid Mike in pushing down her trousers, shivering when she felt his mouth against her skin. His lips pushed at the lace of her underwear, tongue probing. Gasping, Carolyn thrust up her hips to meet his invasion.

A squeal of tires on the smooth garage floor pierced the mist of pleasure in her head and Carolyn scrabbled to sit up.

"Son-of-a-bitch, who..?" Logan cursed.

He helped her back onto the seat, zipping her pants and pulling her blouse back over her shoulders. Carolyn's fingers fumbled on the buttons and she prayed she hadn't mismatched the holes.

"All the tenants are accounted for," he said, looking round. "There's no empty spaces. Who–? Shit! Hell, no!"

"What?"

"It's Deakins again."

"Oh my God, no!" Carolyn hastily ran her fingers through her hair, smoothing out the tangles as best she could. She turned her head to see the nose of Deakins' car butting the back fender of hers. The driver's door was open and their Captain was unfolding himself out of it.

Snapping down the visor, Carolyn hastily checked the small mirror there and groaned. She looked terrible. Disheveled, terrified and guilty as hell.

"Mike, we're busted," she said pitifully.

"Let me do the talking." He was gripping the dashboard, knuckles white, his face looking as worried as Carolyn felt.

Knowing Mike like she did, she was not reassured. "We're busted," she said again.

A hand was thrust into the cabin. "Barek," Deakins said, "let me help you out of there."

Carolyn placed her palm in his because she didn't know how to refuse. His grip was strong and Carolyn was glad for his aid, holding her hand and elbow until her knees were capable of holding her upright.

"Logan!" Deakins ordered, and Carolyn mentally added the rest. Get your ass out of there too!

"I gotta scoot across, Captain," Logan said, peering out of the cabin. "She's parked me in."

"Then I suggest you do so immediately."

Logan extricated himself from the car with some difficulty, pulling his coat closed and buttoning it. He shoved his hands in his pockets, shifting from one foot to the other.

They stood in front of Deakins like two children before a stern father. He eyed each one in turn, his eyes traveling Barek's body with a quick impersonal thoroughness. Carolyn's neck quivered with painful tension. She didn't dare look, but she bet she had her blouse buttoned crookedly.

"My office," Deakins clipped. "Tomorrow morning. Early." His cool gaze giving nothing away, he spun on his heel and headed back to his car.

Carolyn was frozen to the spot, mentally rewinding the scene, wondering how much he could have seen. In the end, what he saw and what was painfully obvious, didn't really make much difference. They were busted.

"Oh, shit," Carolyn murmured, watching Deakins settle into his car.

Logan said nothing while Deakins did a three-point turn with another protesting squeal of tires and headed back out of the garage.

"So much for you doing all the talking," Carolyn said miserably, watching the car taillights disappear.

"Hell, I didn't get a chance! He didn't want an explanation!"

"What explanation was there, other than the obvious?" Carolyn rounded on Mike, then, hearing her voice rising unreasonably, banked her panic.

"You still coming up?" he asked, leaning against her car, arms crossed.

Mouth dropping open, she was amazed by his unconcern. "Under the circumstances, I think not! I need the night to come up with a defense, not get distracted by you."

But eyeing his tousled hair and crestfallen face, she almost changed her mind. Leaving him now would mean no holding him in her arms, no mind-blowing sex, no slumbering with him, wrapped in his limbs.

"I…I've got to go," she said, feeling wretched. She worried what Deakins would demand they do and she knew she didn't want to give up her new relationship with Mike.

She reached up to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned his face into hers, demanding her passion. His mouth moving over hers, he folded her to him, shoulders hunched around her. Carolyn's blood fired, nerves tingling and resolve weakening.

"I can make it worth your while," he murmured against her lips. "Come up."

"I want to, but–"

He kissed her again, and she melted into him.

"Damn you–" she said, when she could, and then she was preoccupied again, mating with his tongue, drinking him in, absorbing his strength. She reveled in the glory of being with him and didn't want it to stop.

oOo Alex turned her head slowly on Bobby's folded coat and watched him return the washed glass to the cupboard and wipe down the Library's kitchenette counter. He was still shirtless but he'd dressed again in his trousers and as he pushed the heavy chairs back against the wall where they belonged, Alex admired again the smooth undulating flow of the muscles in his back. It seemed she couldn't get enough of admiring his body. Stretching luxuriously, she noted how her loose her body felt with some places not unpleasantly sore. She had no idea how long they had been in the staff lounge, having lost track of time while being tossed from varying heights of passion only to find new ones in another position. When Bobby had finished arranging the chairs with miniscule adjustments, Alex had to smile at his meticulousness as he even wiped down the wall near the door with a wet cloth. She thought if her partner decided to turn to a life of crime, the forensics would have a near impossible task of bringing him to justice. Pushing herself up on an elbow, Alex' eyes followed his prowl around the small room. With a small grunt of triumph, he spied and retrieved her thong from behind a magazine rack. Holding it up by a hooked finger, Bobby raised a brow. "What? You didn't think I wore thongs?" she asked, pouting with mock insult. She held out her hand, but he shook his head, walking toward the end of the table and stretched it between his fingers, waiting. Smiling at this playful side of Bobby, Alex supported herself on bent elbows and offered a pointed foot to him. He slipped the thong over it and her next presented foot, then slowly slid the sliver of lace over her ankles, massaging the arch of her foot as he went. The deep press of his fingers made her foot quiver, tighten and relax each time he repeated the caress as he worked his way over her instep. Thumbs hooked in her thong, he abandoned her feet, dancing his fingers up her shins and over her knees to linger on her thighs. Alex' breath shortened as he made feather-light forays over her shivering flesh, drawing little circles with his fingertips and alternating with massaging squeezes. He made sure he sensitized every inch before finally nestling the lace into place. Throwing her head back, Alex lifted her hips so that he could smooth his palms and the strap under her. Letting her weight fall, Alex discovered Bobby continued to support her. His head lowered slowly as he brought his mouth to the lace and kissed her, his breath hot and moist through the flimsy material.

Alex moaned, a sound she had made countless times tonight, unable to prevent the wriggle of her hips as Bobby teethed her through the thong. Minutes before she thought she would never need sexual release again, but now her body was again awakening and straining for him.

When Bobby lifted his head, Alex made a small sound of protest, bereft at his withdrawal. He turned and retrieved her bra from the neat little pile of her clothes he'd earlier arranged on the coffee table.

Disappointed but resigned, Alex threaded her arms through the offered straps, enjoying the close-up view of his bare chest and bunched muscles. Her mouth parted in a surprised intake of breath as he fumbled at her breasts. The last few hours had proved to her that Bobby Goren was in no way inept in the art of love. Her raised eyes caught the gleam of humor in his.

He was deliberately being clumsy, grabbing one last fondle of her breasts before covering them. Alex laughed softly, letting him know she knew his game and approved. He bent to place a lingering kiss on each breast, genuine regret on his face, then secured the clasp behind her.

Wondering what was coming next, Alex watched fascinated as he turned away. He selected her trousers and slipped them over her feet. Coaxing her from the table, he helped her slide into them, his hands smoothing themselves over her flesh while he did so. He even took the liberty of cupping her bottom before pulling the material over her and sliding up the zipper. Alex indulged herself in wondering if he were committing to memory the feel of her body to sustain him later.

Supporting her with his arms, Bobby gently pushed her back over the table and proceeded to kiss what skin was still available to him. Sucking little kisses on her tender neck, teething nibbles on her collarbone, and leaving wet breathy trails of his tongue across her ribcage.

Alex' knees buckled but Bobby held her weight until his mouth had completely traversed her bare skin. Straightening, he finally slipped her long-sleeved tee over her head, smoothing it down with some last tantalizing forays of his fingers.

Alex licked moisture from her upper lip, her eyes ensnared by the liquid brown of his. The temperature in the room seemed to have increased twofold and she realized she'd never before experienced erotic flushes while being dressed by a man.

"I feel…like I've just had…an orgasm fully clothed," she told him honestly.

His mouth turned up in a shy grin. "Then you'd best not tempt me while we're at work. I may accommodate you again."

Alex flicked her hair back, not quite believing he was flirting with her, still unused to this side of Bobby. It was new and strange, but she liked it. Working her jaw, she slid her eyes sideways at him as she straightened from the table.

"That wasn't accommodation, Bobby." She fanned herself with her hand and retrieved his crushed shirt from the table.

Shaking it out, she handed it to him. "That was the all-inclusive package deal."

oOo

Finis.