A/N – JE owns everything you recognize.

No beta- all mistakes are my own and I apologize for it.

Warning: This is a story about adults who may say and do offensive things. These are adults in adult relationships so they have and talk about sex.

Chapter 6

Lester's POV

When I got back to RangeMan and turned on Keira's tracker, it was working perfectly and Bobby and Tank were pleased. They set up some of the guys to monitor her activity. According to the tracker, she hasn't been anywhere other than work, home, the gym and grocery store in two weeks. Not that I checked. Tank set Ram and Vince up at her gym to see if Cohen is following her there.

If her car goes to O'Brien's the partners are to be called immediately and one of us would head over there to look for Cohen. I wasn't sure if I was going to push to be the one to go or not. I was curious to see how Keira would react to seeing me, but I also understood that she only wanted one night. It's not like I was expecting another night, I just wasn't opposed to it.

Since my night with Keira I've been out a few times. I hooked up and it's been good. I mean, it's always good, but Keira keeps creeping into my thoughts. Maybe it was because she was the first woman I brought home and she ditched me. Maybe it was the sex. We had amazing, passionate sex. Maybe it's because I know there's a chance that a very dangerous FTA is stalking her. Maybe it's because my subconscious is trying to find a replacement for Stephanie. I prayed to God that it wasn't so, but I have a feeling that my fascination with this woman was just simply a defense mechanism of having the love of my life halfway around the world with my cousin. What? I've taken a psychology class. Either way it's probably for the best that I don't see her again.

The new guys were finally up to speed so I wasn't spending eight hours every other day on monitor duty which helped improve my mood. The guys were crushing it in the field and our already high apprehension rate went up by several percentage points this month. We also signed on two more lucrative clients for alarm systems and monitoring. Professionally, Tank, Bobby and I were kicking ass.

There was only one problem: the paperwork. The never ending fucking paper. There are days that I spend ten hours in my office handling bullshit paperwork. Tank pointed out that it comes with the territory, but I can tell he's at the end of his rope too. Bobby, between the paperwork that comes with being a partner and his responsibilities as the company's medic is completely drowning.

We're all moody and currently jealous that our other partner is currently in France with his new bride. I would day dream about walking through the streets of Paris holding Stephanie's hand. I thought about some of the topless beaches in south of France and making love to her in the ocean. All these fantasies got worse the longer I spent in my office reviewing documents. I'm not built to be desk jockey.

"I can't fucking take it man, I need to get the fuck out of this building," Bobby said one day as he collapsed in a chair in my office.

"Me too, I can't even concentrate on all the shit I gotta do. So I'm just getting further behind," I complained.

"Fuck it. Let's go grab a beer. I just can't have a big night considering I have to do inventory in the medic office tomorrow," he said.

"I'm in. If I don't leave this place for at least a few hours, I swear to God I'm going to lose it. Like really fucking lose it," I agreed.

"I'll meet you in twenty in the garage," Bobby said as he left my office.

I finished up the paperwork I was working on then ran back to my apartment to shower and change quickly.

Bobby was waiting for me in the garage. "Want to go see Matty?" he asked me.

I like O'Brien's and I like Matty but what happens if Keira's there? Part of me wants to run into her, but the other is setting off warning bells in my head about getting close to this chick. The guys on monitors would've told us if her car was there so it's probably safe.

Bobby was looking at me quizzically and I realized I was standing there silently having an internal debate for a very easy question.

"Yeah, let's go," I finally said.

"You alright?" he asked giving me a funny look.

"Yeah, my brain is just fucking fried," I explained.

"I hear you," he said.

I drove us the three blocks to O'Brien's and we entered the bar. "Matty!" called out Bobby.

"What's up Brown? You haven't been here in awhile," Matty commented as he and Bobby shook hands quickly.

"Yeah, Ranger's gone so we're all left cleaning up his shit. Hopefully things will get better soon," Bobby answered as he took a seat at the bar.

"Santos! What's good?" Matty greeted me as I took a seat.

"Beer me, fucker. It's been a long week," I said.

"Why's that? Has it been more than two days since you've gotten your dick wet?" Matty threw back as he grabbed two Miller Lites for me and Bobby.

"It's been nine. I hate being stuck at the office. What's the talent like tonight?" I asked him as I glanced around the bar.

"Its slim man; mostly dudes tonight. I haven't seen your girl in awhile," Matty commented.

"Who's his girl?"asked Bobby.

Fuck! I shot Matty a warning look.

"Keira Morgan. The girl he placed the tracker on. She hasn't been here since," Matty explained.

"Any sign of Cohen?" Bobby asked. Bobby took Keira "being my girl" as I was interested in her in the professional sense. I silently thanked God. I usually tell Bobby everything, but I wasn't sure how it would've gone over if I admitted that I took Keira back to my place. She's part of a job right now, that's a line I should not have crossed.

I bet I could explain to Tank and Bobby that it was the only way to get the tracker into her car, but they would know the truth. I could've walked her to her car, kissed her good night and slipped it in. I could've had Matty distract her and broken into her car. There was a lot of could've done but I let my cock think for me that night and my cock wanted to be inside Keira Morgan.

"He came in once, looked around the bar and left. I sent one of the waitresses to write down his license plate number but apparently he didn't park in the parking lot. He walked around the corner and I didn't want her following him," Matty explained.

"Understandable, thanks for trying," Bobby said.

"Do you think he was looking for Keira?" I asked Matty.

"Yep. He always stays if she's here. He sits in the corner and just stares. She doesn't notice," Matty responded.

I felt guilty that Keira has no idea what she's involved in. I pushed my thoughts aside and took a long swing of my beer.

Bobby and I each had two beers and sat around bullshitting with Matty when my phone rang.

"Yo," I answered when I saw Vince's number.

"Yo, you with Brown?" he asked.

"Yep, he's right here," I said.

"Get down to Pulse. Now," Vince demanded.

"That good?" I asked.

"Better. A bunch of chicks walked in that just came from a wedding. It's just too fucking easy," he answered.

"See you in ten," I responded.

I turned to Bobby. "Settle up. Vince is at Pulse and the talent is much better there," I explained.

"How much better?" Bobby asked. I know he had a long week and was dragging ass a little bit.

"Just left a wedding, better," I answered.

Bobby immediately perked up and signaled Matty for our check. "You gotta come out with us some night," Bobby said to him when he threw down his money.

"I don't think my wife would like that," Matty responded with a grin.

"You're married?" I asked incredulously.

"Five years, we're expecting our first in December," he answered. Matty is fucking married?

"Congratulations man! That's awesome," said Bobby who looked a little shocked.

"Thanks, you two assholes have a good night," Matty answered as he went back to wait on other customers.

"Who knew?" I said shaking my head as we walked out of O'Brien's.

Bobby and I made it to Pulse in record time. We found Vince, Ram, Manny and Zero scouting out a group of women that looked like they just came from a wedding.

"How's it looking?" I asked as Bobby and I slid up next to them.

"Good. They look buzzed, but not too drunk and desperate for male attention. Basically right in our wheelhouse," Zero responded.

I glanced to the dance floor and began assessing who I was going to hit on. The leggy blonde with the fake looking tits immediately got my attention. I was about to make a move when I noticed her walking down the stairs towards the dance floor.

She was dressed in a fitted strapless black dress. Her hair was swept back from her face and she was wearing heels that would make her at least 5'4''. Looks like Keira was one of the women who just left the wedding.

To my dismay she walked straight towards a man in a suit who was holding two drinks. My jaw immediately clenched. She thanked him as she took the almost empty one. I found myself just staring at them. The man was drunk, she wasn't.

He slung his arm around her and was whispering in her ear. She seemed to be tolerating him, but not enjoying him. He reached back and pulled something out of her hair causing it to fall in waves down her back. I felt a growl escape my throat.

Keira looked annoyed and took back the hair pin that he removed but left her hair down. He grabbed her hand and yanked her towards the dance floor. She played a long but kept her distance. He wasn't having any of that so he grabbed her around the waist and pushed his thigh between her legs. He knocked her slightly off balance and she grabbed his shoulders, catching herself. The drunken moron took this as an invitation and ran his hand down her back and grabbed her ass.

That fucking does it.

"Bobby, can you get home tonight, if I take the car?" I asked him.

"Yeah man, I can take a cab. I have my eyes on someone anyways," he said. I went to the bar and ordered a gin and tonic. I remembered from the recording that Matty offered her one when she first walked into the bar. I've listened to that thing probably a hundred times.

I made my way over to Keira and the drunken idiot she was dancing with. She managed to get some distance from him but he was still trying to pull her closer.

"Keira!" I called out. "I thought that was you! You still drinking gin and tonic?" I asked her handing her the glass.

Shocked is the only way I can describe Keira's face. Her mouth was just hanging open. She glanced from me to him in a panic as if she was trying to decide which of us was worse. What the fuck? She can't be serious about hanging with this jackass?

She finally recovered and leaned towards the guy she was dancing with. "Dan! This is my friend Lester, I haven't seen him in awhile," she said introducing us. We shook hands; he was giving me a dirty look. I gave him a pleasant smile.

"I had a lot of fun tonight, but I think I'm going to go catch up with Lester then I'll probably head home. I'll see you Monday," she said to Dan. He gave her a light hug and peck on the cheek.

I threw my arm around her and guided her to the other side of the club where there were a few available seats. "You were seriously thinking about staying with that drunken groper rather then coming to talk to me?" I asked mildly as we sat down.

"I technically know him better then I know you," she pointed out. She better not mean in the biblical sense.

"Why were you letting him get away with that shit if you know him so well?" I challenged.

"I work with him. He's an attorney and I'm technically not his boss. The partners are. We were at a wedding for a coworker. We hung out all night and everything was fine then he got too drunk once we got here. I was trying to figure out a way to not make the situation awkward considering I'll have to see him on Monday," she explained as she slugged back her drink.

"Wanna dance?" I asked.

"Not particularly," she answered.

"Come on! I just rescued you from an incredibly awkward situation. You can't give me one dance?" I asked.

A small smile crept on her face as she finished her drink then put it on the table. "Lead the way," she said.

I took her hand and led her to the dance floor. I took her arms and placed them around my neck as I pulled her close and we began dancing. She smelled really good and her body felt right in my arms. We ended up dancing to a few more songs and she gradually relaxed and got closer to me. I leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder and I felt her shiver.

I was getting to her. "Come back with me," I whispered in her ear.

"I have plans," she answered.

What the fuck?

"Break them," I demanded.

"I've been looking forward to them all night," she whispered. I felt a pang of jealousy. Is she hooking up with someone?

"What are your plans?" I asked.

"To get out of these heels and dress, watch 'Archer' on Netflix while eating the raspberry frozen yogurt that's waiting for me in my freezer," she said seductively in my ear.

I snorted. "That's better than an orgasm?" I asked.

"Depends on the night," she answered.

"I'll give you both. Come back with me. I'll give you something comfortable to wear, we'll watch 'Archer', and I'm really good at making smoothies. Not to mention I'll give you an amazing orgasm," I whispered in her ear as I began nibbling on it.

"What kind?" she asked.

"Vaginal…clitoral. I'm willing to use my hands, mouth, dick, whatever you need, Quierda," I said as I ran my hand down her back.

Keira threw her head back and let out a laugh. "I meant, what kind of smoothie?" she said smiling at me.

I thought about what was in my fridge. "Mixed berry," I said as I began to trail kisses down her neck.

She sighed and leaned against me. "You're breaking the rules," she breathed.

"I may have forgotten to mention, I'm horrible at following rules," I explained.