Chapter Seven

In the end, she watched them nearly as long as the camera had before running out of tape.

When she finally pressed stop, she released a slow, trembling breath. She leaned forward onto the desk, cupping her cheeks in her palms and staring into the now darkened screen.

Jesus Christ. She thought it with equal measures of reverence and blasphemy. Her mind was oddly blank. It had been scooped out of everything except awe.

So, that's what it was like to watch two people in love.

It was different from anything she could have expected. It was nothing like what she imagined for herself. Nothing like what she remembered when she thought of him in her arms. Those two people on the screen, they were…she couldn't even think of a word for what they were.

Mercurial. Volatile. Violent. Fearless. Lustful. Dominating. Submissive. Worshipping. Greedy. Giving. Angry. Loving.

She knew of no word that embodied all these things.

More to the point, aside from one of two of them, she never would have used these words to describe her or Rigsby. They weren't violent, volatile people. Rigsby wasn't dominating. She wasn't greedy. Neither of them were fearless. Neither of them were angry.

And yet.

Proof had flickered before her very eyes. Those words may not describe how they lived, but they sure as hell described how they loved. That little home movie drove that rather shocking point straight through to the back of her skull.

She punched the rewind button and paused it when she came to the close-up of her own face.

Who the hell was she?

Grace stared at her own image, frozen in bliss. She didn't recognize her. At all. Nowhere, in any point in her life, could she remember looking as deliriously happy as she did in that still. It was almost as if a gorgeous bombshell had taken her place in her bed. Taken her place with her lover. And he was madly in love with her.

Irrationally, she felt a spark of jealousy.

She immediately crushed the thought. How ridiculous is it to be jealous of yourself?

She fast forwarded and paused on an image of Wayne. He was looming above her, mid-thrust in the still image. His chin was dipped towards their joined bodies, but his eyes were staring at the camera. Staring at Grace. Both Graces. His gaze burned her. It had then and it certainly did now. His expression was one of tight concentration, his stare was heavy with unapologetic lust.

Again, what had felt right and normal in the heat of the moment now terrified her with its intensity. Their words. Their looks. Just…everything.

Wayne had been right. They could never break up. The man staring at her from the screen could wreck her as no other man ever could. After having witnessed their little show, she was in no doubt of that now. Not that she'd ever doubted it, but the visual sledgehammer of that footage was double-checking to make sure she understood.

Wayne only. No one else. Got it, honey? It informed her harshly.

She started the piece over, muting it so that she could concentrate on editing out the camera changes and smaller bits without getting too distracted. The visual stimulus was bad enough, but if she had to hear their screaming satisfaction, she'd never finish her project.

As she was downloading the final cut onto his phone, her work phone rang.

LISBON, the caller ID read.

She flipped it open. "Hey boss."

"Van Pelt," Lisbon greeted. "Listen, I need you and Rigsby on stakeout tonight. I know it's the weekend and it sucks, but it can't be helped. I'll text you the details and call if you have any questions. Got it?"

Grace smiled wanly. "Sure thing. We'll take care of it."

They said goodbye and hung up.

She was just about to curse their luck when an idea struck her. She looked down at Rigsby's phone. The no-nonsense piece of black plastic sat innocently in her hand. Her mind turned back to all of the wanton ideas that had flown through it yesterday morning as she'd sat at her desk.

Well, perhaps a stakeout wasn't as big of a mood killer as she initially thought. Perhaps she could…hmmmmm.

Perhaps.

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"Uuuuugh," Rigsby moaned as he stretched out in the passenger's seat.

Grace smiled looked over. "Bored already?"

"Little," he admitted, smiling back. "But mostly I'm annoyed because we were supposed to go see a movie tonight. Instead we're here." He gestured into the night, their SUV parked on a quiet residential street. Lisbon had instructed them to sit on a Nissan sedan parked on the other side of the street. If anyone so much as touched it, they were to bring the offending party in. This stakeout draw was becoming a bit of an in-house joke. The car hadn't been touched in weeks, but the bosses insisted it needed 24-hour surveillance. Rigsby and Van Pelt had been the next names on the rotation.

Grace reached over and patted his knee consolingly. "Look at it this way, you're still sitting on your ass in the dark. It's almost like being at a movie."

Rigsby snorted. "Watching a parked car for eight hours. There's a reason I like Segal movies and not French Art House. Otherwise I'd be in hog heaven."

She snorted back and punched his arm playfully. "You do not like Segal. You're just saying that because it's the requisite macho man crap to spout when dissing French films."

"Hey! Segal's not that bad. Remember? Under Siege was hilarious. And French films do suck, that's a matter of observable fact."

She turned her head dramatically and lifted a single brow at him. "Amelie."

His gaze instantly lowered and he cleared his throat. "That was different."

"Ha!" she chortled. "You loved that movie. You laughed your ass off at the garden gnome thing and cried when she gave the old man that box from his childhood."

"I did not cry." His shocked and self-righteous tone made her laugh harder. "Anyway," he gruffed, "I said Art House, not Hack Romances Destined for International Flight Showings. Those are two different genres."

Grace leaned into the steering wheel and shrieked until tears pricked her eyes. She fell back into her seat, gasping and giggling until she caught her breath.

He smiled charmingly at her. "Did I win this one?"

Smiling back, she shook her head. "Worst reasoning I ever heard."

He sighed dramatically. "Well, then that's another thing I'm annoyed about."

She gave him a questioning look.

He reached out and brushed her cheek. "If we were at the movies and you started to sass me, I'd just kiss you to keep you quiet."

"Is that a fact?" she asked playfully. The image of him sealing his lips to hers rose up in her mind and made her giggle. After all, Wayne wasn't the forceful type who shut women up through brute strength.

Christ, I love fucking you.

The words cut through her laughter and brought her up short. Her smile dropped as she relived the sight of him fucking her madly while hissing that he owned her.

A rough finger tapped her under the chin, bringing her back. She saw his questioning gaze. "You okay?" he asked.

Say you're mine, baby.

She nodded, her eyes not leaving his tender stare. Her serious expression was starting to worry him. "Grace? Baby, what is it?"

She felt herself stirring under his affection. This was sweet Wayne. Caring, thoughtful Wayne. Oh, she loved this side of him so much that it filled her chest until it ached. But just under the surface was the other one. The one who answered to all of those words that had never fit him before.

You like that I've fucked you everywhere?

She had planned on seeing that Wayne tonight. The orders from work had clinched it. Sitting on this stupid car that wasn't going anywhere, she felt safe and reckless at the same time. Screw it. She had lines she wanted to cross. She wanted to summon the Other Wayne.

She called to him.

"Have you ever wanted two women at once?"

He looked startled. "What?"

She leaned towards him over the consol. "I mean in bed. Have you ever wanted to have sex with two women at the same time?"

His head pulled to one side, but his eyes stayed on her, gauging her seriousness. "Is this a trick question?"

"No," she shook her head. "It's a question just like the others I've asked you."

"No," he shook his head emphatically. "It's not. The other two questions involved you. This question involves someone else."

"Wayne, it's not a trick, I promise. I just want to know." She reached out and caressed his temple. "Have you?"

His eyes closed briefly as her fingers stroked him before he sighed. "Yes."

She smiled. Rough and splintered, that was her man. "Before we got together?"

He opened his eyes again. "Before I met you," he clarified.

She cocked her head, her hand wandering into his hair. "You never thought about it after we met?"

He shook his head again, his gaze resolute. "Not once."

She clucked her tongue. "What about now? Have you imagined it now that we're together?"

He grabbed her hand from his hair, holding it away from him. "What the hell would I need another girl for?"

She giggled, worming her fingers until they laced through his. "What did you need her for before we met? Was there a practical reason for wanting two?"

He blushed slightly and she grinned. "So tell me, there's me and a beautiful woman who want nothing more than to screw you silly. What do you do?"

He brought her hand to his mouth. He didn't kiss it like she thought he was going to, but instead pulled the pad of her index finger between his teeth and bit lightly. She inhaled sharply at the nip.

"I'd call a cab and send the nice girl home," he said with total conviction. "What you and I do? Would shame and shock a total stranger. Plus she'll never compare to you, so why embarrass her like that?"

He pulled her finger further into his mouth and curled his tongue around it, pulling hard and creating some very distracting suction. Grace shook her head to clear it.

"Push your seat all the way back," she ordered huskily.

He released her finger and leered at her. "Why?"

"No questions," she said. "Just do it."

"Think you can boss me around, little rookie?"

She smirked as he did it anyway, pulling the lever and putting a roomy three feet of space at his feet. "I can do better than that."

She crawled towards him, dropping a wet kiss on his lips as she levered partially into his lap before settling her knees on the floor between his legs. He leaned forward and down, preserving their kiss as she shifted low, just under the window's line of sight.

"What are you doing?" he murmured against her lips.

"We're on a stakeout," she whispered dramatically. "We can't afford to let people see us kissing on duty."

"What can we afford?" His smile disappeared and he hissed as she massaged him through his pants.

She smiled as she felt him grow rapidly under her hand. "You'd be surprised."

She unzipped and unbuttoned everything in her path over his stuttering questions, which she happily destroyed the moment her lips brushed his shaft. Suddenly his questions turned into slightly less articulate…

"Fuck!" he moaned hotly. "Grace, we shouldn't. We're working."

She took him deep and made him groan harshly before licking back up. She released him, crossing her arms over his knees and propping her chin on them. "I was just wondering if you'd prefer to watch an abandoned car for eight hours if I sucked you the whole time."

"Oh, Jesus," he fell back into the seat. "Baby, you'd kill me. You know you would."

She smiled, leaning forward again and straightening her tongue to a point, licking a thin line up and down the underside of his shaft. His left hand fisted and shot sideways, slamming into the driver's seat and making her jump.

"Fuck!" he shouted again.

And damn did it thrill her. "I can stop," she offered as her tongue danced over the angry veins protruding from his pounding erection.

"Don't you fuckin' dare," he hissed through clenched teeth.

She moaned and took him deep again. She didn't rush. They had so much time it was ridiculous. She lazily sucked him, up and down, up and down, until he was overheating like a Jeep in the desert.

"Graaaace," he panted. "Please. You can't do this for eight hours. I'll never make it. I need it harder!" he begged impatiently.

She released him with a pop and pulled his personal phone from her pocket. Looking down quickly, she pulled up the movie clip.

"I wonder," she mused, infuriating him with her unhurried pace. "I wonder if you actually can take it. I wonder, if you had the right visual aid, if I'd need to go any faster at all."

His glazed eyes gazed past his straining cock to her. "What are you talking about?"

She hit play and pressed the phone into his hands. "Another woman."

She lowered her head and took him again. As she resumed her favorite pastime, she heard the other couple moaning and growling as they slithered all over their tiny bed.

She listened carefully. She wanted to time this right. Rigsby was groaning loudly now, his other hand moving restlessly in her hair as he watched their little peep show.

She heard the dark man growl something playfully to the sex kitten. She answered him.

"Warn you about what? That I want to touch you? That your cock is the prettiest toy I've ever had and I'd play with it all day if I could?"

That was her cue. She upped her suction fractionally and bobbed quickly three times before slowing down again.

"Jesus-fucking-Christ!" Rigsby's hand tightened in her hair. She hummed softly, wanting him to feel the vibration, but not so loud as to ruin the show.

She glanced up at him. Just as she had been, Rigsby was transfixed. The glow of the phone lit his expression of shocked pleasure. He felt her gaze and looked down at her. She didn't pause in her ministrations, just moaned around him again to let him know how erotic she found the whole experiment.

"Fuck, baby," he whispered.

"I need you. I need to feel you sliding inside me, stretching me out. Please, Wayne. Fuck me. Please!"

Rigsby roared as Grace sucked harder again and as the dark man grabbed that wanton girl and plunged deep into her tight little pussy. "Oh, God…oh, GOD!...baby, I…ah, fuck, I can't…I just…look at you…both of you…so beautiful…fucking love you, baby…Jesus!"

"Christ, I love fucking you….Say you're mine, baby…say I'm the only one."

Rigsby roared again. He had no idea what to watch, him fucking Grace on the phone or Grace blowing him in real life, but then suddenly she was sucking him like she wanted to drag his brain out through his dick and he couldn't hold a single thought in the hurricane of ecstasy she was currently…

"Yes, you're the only one."

"Oh, my fucking God," he moaned loudly, his hips starting to buck against her mouth. "Baby, I love you so much. You're the only one, honey. You always were."

Grace moaned again and increased her speed while the second woman was busy getting fucked from behind and screaming that she loved taking it in the ass.

"Grace," he barked darkly. She looked up from her lollipop, not stilling her movements. He pinned her with the stare she recognized from the dark man in the film and felt her core clamp down with desire.

"Suck me so hard I scream your name." There would be no denying his order. He said as much in his straining hips and clenching jaw.

She lowered her head and obeyed.

Pulling him in, she deep-throated him in rapid successions while massaging his balls and moaning loudly. Her tongue ran marathons around his entire girth and length. She didn't resist his bucks, but instead relaxed and let him fuck her mouth as she worked him.

"Fuck me, baby. Yes! Jesus, you look so good."

He stiffened and gasped, his release imminent.

"Fuck me back."

He bucked hard and roared. Grace held on, still lifting and descending her lips as he emptied himself inside her. He shook like a leaf, gasping and jolting as he slowly came back to her. Lips still suckling him gently, Grace pried his phone from his limp hand and closed it. With one last, loving suck, she let him slip from her mouth.

Still wary of people seeing into their car, she stayed below the window, running her hands up his thighs and stomach, soothing him before she began putting his clothes back together.

He looked barely conscious by the time she finished. "Baby…my baby," he kept whispering through his haze.

She smiled, fighting the urge to climb into his lap. Instead, she climbed back into her seat, leaning into him as much as possible. "I'm here," she whispered back gently.

His head rolled slightly, looking towards to floor. "Where's my phone?"

She held it out. "Here."

He didn't reach for it, merely nodded his head. "Okay."

She reached over and stroked his arm as the last of his shivers left him. When he finally looked at her, she wasn't sure if he could see anything at all. His eyes were glassy, his pupils huge. She bit her lip to temper her smile. "You okay?"

"How the fuck did you do that?" he asked hoarsely.

She raised a brow. "Do what?"

"You fucked me twice," he explained in his strained, overwrought voice. "How the hell did you fuck me twice at the same time?"

She grinned with shy pleasure. "Two women at once, remember? Or at least, as close as I'd ever let you get to two women at once."

He gave a barking laugh, his head lolling. "That was so…I mean…Jesus, what can I say?"

Her hand tunneled into his. His fingers clasped to hers like drowning victims, weak but grateful for the rescue.

"Don't say anything, sweetheart. I'm just glad you enjoyed it."

"I don't think 'enjoyed' is the word I'd use. I think 'fell even more hopelessly in love with you' is a bit more ballpark."

"Ah," she teased, "but which one of us? The sex kitten in the porno, or your humble girlfriend and partner who sits with you on stakeouts and thinks Segal is a tool?"

His eyes narrowed with incomprehension. "There's no difference."

She smiled indulgently. Love goggles were a beautiful thing. "I'm glad you think so."

His head righted and he looked at her more carefully. "I don't think so, baby, I know so. This girl," he pointed at his phone, "and this girl," he ran a finger over her jaw, "are the same person. All the time."

She waved her hand modestly. "I don't know this girl at all." She wiggled his phone lightly in her hand. "I'd never seen her before today."

His fingers stilled on her jaw and moved to cup her cheek in a more possessive fashion. He leaned forward, his blue eyes cool and serious. "I see her every day."

She wanted to look away, but he nudged her cheek and kept her gaze steady on his. He reached out and took his phone. "This girl is quiet. She's beautiful. She's smarter than anyone I know. She's so effortlessly sexy that I used to drive me insane. Still does. She makes love like a sinful angel. And she is the great love of my life."

Without breaking their stare, he pocketed his phone. "I plan to break this phone watching us, again and again and again."

She exhaled shakily. Knowing he meant every word, she nodded slowly. She understood. She would not disown her sexuality again. He forbade it.

He huffed, letting her go and falling back into his seat, still exhausted and needing a 15-minute nap.

"Wayne?" she asked softly before he slipped off to sleep.

"Hmmm?"

"You're forgetting the most important thing of all. Did anyone touch the car while I was…occupied?"