Chapter 2

Meeting the Gang
Warning: Language, violence and oral sex.

Feel eyes on me, burning into my back as I walk to the bathroom. They're not Trevor's, I know that for sure. They're not the strippers or the men that were watching her, they're too caught up in their own pleasure to notice mine. No, they're the eyes of Frank Bowers and they give me the chills.

I ignore him, which I'm sure will piss him off. It's one of the reason's why I do it. I'm here for Trevor and for the mission, still, I'll have to keep an eye on him. I don't trust his kind, the kind that's not afraid to take what they want with a little force.

The lights in the bathroom are harsh after the low, dull red and they make me squint until I adjust. I look at myself in the spotted, dingy mirror and smile softy. My lipstick is worn off, and my neck is raw from Trevor's scruffy beard, other than that, I look like I did when I walked in the door.

I go to the one stall that has a door left and avoid sitting on the toilet, who the fuck knows what's growing on it. I pee, I always have to pee after sex and when I wipe, I see a mix of me and Trevor's cum on the paper.

I stare at it a moment and realize that neither one of us thought to use a condom. I don't even have any on me and I'm always prepared. I hadn't had sex in almost eleven months, and before this, I was always careful. Always.

I'm on the pill, but that doesn't protect you from diseases. I'm sure Trevor's clean, he was in the military, they check for those things. So does the force, just in case you and/or your partner get shot and share a little blood.

I'm clean, I know I am. I just got the results in the mail last week. Still, it was a huge risk, barebacking with Trevor, but I know, I wouldn't want it any other way.

Flush, wash my hands and reapply my lipstick. I look one last time, notice how blue my eyes look. How, sultry they still look. Having sex with Trevor changed something in me and it's kind of scary to think about that.

I wish I could say it didn't mean anything, that I can and will walk when this is all over. But I don't think I'll be able to do that.

I have no idea how long this mission will last. Could be over in a week, could take a few months if they're planning a big job. I'll have to find a way to ask Trevor, see if he even knows.

He's over at the bar, talking to Jimmy and Linus. Frank is off to the side, silent and watchful as ever. There is suspicion in his eyes, anger, hate, all directed at me. When his eyes slide back to Trevor, they fill with violence and a hint of madness. He wants Trevor dead, he hates him for coming here and perhaps bumping him out of the number two spot. Maybe becoming Linus's new favorite?

Both men turn and watch me as I walk over to them. Linus has a small knowing smile on his face, but Trevor's face is a bit more unreadable. The sunglasses hide his eyes from me and I have to try and read what the set of his jaw means. He's slightly tense, alert and ready for anything that comes his way.

I smile and wrap my arm around his waist. He looks down at me and gives me a small smile.

"Linus, this is my fiancé, Colette. Colette, Linus Murrell."

I offer my hand to Linus and he brings it to his mouth and kisses my knuckles soft and slow. I can feel the muscles in Trevor's back bunch and twitch under my fingers but his face remains cool and casual.

I give Linus a small giggle as I remove my hand from his. It's a struggle, but I resist the urge to wipe it off on my dress. Linus is a nice looking man, but he's got nothing on Trevor. No one does, at least, not for me.

"It's nice to meet you at last, Linus. Trevor has told me so much about you." I tell him with just the right hint of awe in my voice. This man is supposed to be some big shot, bank robber. I should be honored to be in his presence.

Linus's eyebrow shoots up and his smile goes kind of sharp, "Really, all good I hope."

I lay it on thick, sweeten the voice. I look at Trevor and smile, "Yes, all good. He has a great deal of respect for you and Trevor doesn't respect many people."

I watch as Linus relaxes again and this time it's Frank I can see bristling. "You didn't say anything about a fiancé before, Lorette. Where she been all this time?" Frank asks snidely.

Trevor turns and looks at Frank, "My woman is none of your business, Bowers." His voice is low and smooth with a little extra accent. The drawl gets thick when he gets pissed or ironic. I'd say this is one step below enraged.

There is something bad brewing between Trevor and Frank and when it explodes, it will be violent and will probably end up with one of them dying. In a fair fight, fair shoot out, I'm sure Trev can take him, but Frank is sneaky and I wouldn't put it past him to shoot Trevor in the back or while we sleep.

Frank stiffens and sneers first at Trevor and then me, but his eyes stay on mine when he speaks, "It becomes my business when you fuck her in public like a whore."

I let out a small gasp and before I know what was going on, Trevor's over the bar and has Frank by the throat and against the wall. His sunglasses are gone, tossed on the bar by our drinks and he's in Frank's face.

The words are soft and deadly and spoken clear and slow, "If you ever call my woman a whore again, I will kill you." Trevor gives Frank a little shake and then shifts a bit, "Now, apologize to her."

"Fuck you, Lorette," Frank growls as he struggles to break Trevor's grip, but Trevor holds fast and Frank doesn't move.

They stare at each other for a minute and I take the opportunity to glance at Linus. He just takes a slow sip of whatever he was drinking and fiddles with his rings. It's obvious that he is completely bored with the antics of the two men.

"I said, apologize to Colette, you fuck," Trevor growls and reaches behind his back to grab his gun.

Trevor carries himself with a certain amount of coolness, aloofness, but when push comes to shove, he has a lot of crazy, just under the surface. I've seen in, a time or two, not often, but it's there. Right now, it's starting to show in not only his eyes but in his body. Trevor is ready to draw blood and Linus is smart enough to realize it before it's too late.

"Enough," Linus snaps and slaps his hand on the bar. "Frank, apologize to the woman! What the fuck is wrong with you, disrespecting her like that that? Trevor, put the gun away."

I hear Trevor's little chuckle, the one that he reserves for people that really piss him off, the one that makes him sound just a little bit crazy and dangerous. He steps back and puts his .45 away.

Frank's hand goes to his neck as he rubs the reddened skin as he glares first at Trevor then me before his eyes flick over to Linus and then back to me.

"I'm sorry for what I said, Miss Colette, it was offensive and rude." Frank offers a smile, but it's reptilian and fake. We all know it. He meant what he said before, when he called me a whore.

What a good trained little doggie, I think. I give him a small nod and say, "Okay."

But it's not, it's never ok being called a whore. Never ok feeling like one. I knew when I let Trevor slide into my body a short while ago while others looked on, that this might be an issue. I never thought that someone would have the guts to say it to my face, let alone Trevor's. It's clear to me now, that Frank will do anything, say anything to keep his place in line behind Linus.

Trevor comes back to my side and pulls me close to him, "How about we get out of here," he says quietly and then I watch as his smile turns seductive, "We got a lot of catching up to do."

He reaches over and shakes Linus' hand before his eyes slide over to Frank's again in a silent warning. As we turn to leave, Linus speaks.

"So where were you all this time, Colette?" Linus asks and doesn't quite keep the suspicion from his eyes.

I look over my shoulder at him and blink innocently, "My mother was in a serious car accident. Broke her leg and pelvis. I was helping to take care of her until my father could handle it on his own."

Suspicion fades and sympathy takes it's place, "Is she going to be alright?" Linus asks with what appears to be true concern. Is it possible that this man doesn't like to have people hurt? Maybe, just maybe, they'll be able to pull this thing off without violence and no one getting hurt.

I smile, "Yes. She said she's going to dance at our wedding," I say and give Trevor a little squeeze.

Trevor snorts and shakes his head, "That'll be something."

I laugh again and grin up at him, "She'll probably pinch your butt again. She just wants to eat you up. She's the reason I'm back so soon, she insisted I go home and take care of her Trevor."

Trevor chuckles good naturally, "If it wasn't for your father, I might take her up on that."

I gasp and slap him on the chest, "You would not!"

As we begin to walk away, Linus calls out to Trevor, "You really should put a ring on her finger, Trevor, or someone else might snatch her from you."

Trevor looks over his shoulder at first Linus and then Frank. His body is tense, protective even as he answers, "It's custom made and it'll be ready in a few days." He looks down at me and smiles, "Can't have my girl wearing some store bought piece of glass can I?"

He just winks at me, puts his shades back on as cool as can be, and leads me out the door into the bright, hot air.

I have to hand it to him, he thinks fast and has an answer for everything. That's the best assets an undercover agent can have. Things can change, go south in a blink of an eye. You have to think of everything, miss nothing. You need to be aware while appearing to be just along for the ride.

You need to know more about the people you're trying to catch then they know about you and you need to know where you can and can't go to keep your cover.

It's a hard life, dangerous and exciting. It's not meant for everyone. Most people can't live their lives in a lie, day after day, sometimes with no end in sight. But for some of us, people like Trevor and me, it gets the juices flowing, gets in the blood and we love it.

While he might be quick witted, some things, he's gonna need some help on, like knowing which one is my car. I hand him the keys and he presses the alarm button. My BMW Z4 Roadster chirps happily and he leads me over to it. He opens the passenger side door for me and I lean into him.

"Didn't you drive?"

"No, Linus had Frank pick me up."

Interesting. I think that Linus is trying to control things as much as possible. He sends Frank for Trevor to let Trevor know, at least for now, that Frank's higher up the chain. Keeps Trevor where he wants him, for as long as he wants him. It's all about control. Now I'm in the picture, pulling Trevor away before Linus is ready to let him go. Bet that just scalds his ass raw.

I can't stop the shiver that races down my spine knowing that Frank knows were we live. "He knows where we live?" I whisper and Trevor gives me a nod. I know he caught that I said 'we' and not 'you'.

I lean in and kiss his lips again, nice and slow. Run my tongue along the inside of his lips, taste the whiskey and wonder out loud if he's alright to drive.

Trevor chuckles and grins at me before he helps me in the car and then slides behind the wheel. He curses over the fucked up computer key, starts the engine and peels tire out of the parking lot.

He spares me a quick glance and explains a few things, "I got my own bottle of whiskey that I insist on. It's about three parts water, one part whiskey. I don't like to drink, usually don't, but these guys expect me to. I get the scent of it on my breath, I got the color of it in my glass, via a little caramel food coloring, and I get to stay sober. It's all illusions, Colette."

All illusions. It wasn't an illusion when he was buried deep inside of me, I know that for a fact. It wasn't an illusion when I was trembling for him and it's not an illusion the way my heart is pinching right now.

I don't know what to say to him, how to respond to that without sounding as hurt as I am. I knew going into this that it was for show. I know this isn't a real relationship, but still, it hurts.

Feel his hand on my cheek a second before he speaks again softly, "Hey, you alright?"

A strained laugh escapes as I put on my fake smile, "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

Trevor parks the car and gives me a long look before he sighs and gets out. He doesn't open my door this time but waits for me at our front door. The key slides in the lock and he waits for me to enter. As I walk past, I trail my hand over his chest, just in case anyone's watching us, and because I seem to need to touch him.

I've always felt the need but for now, I can act on it. At least in public. I'm not sure how things will be once he closes that door and shuts the world out. He leans back against the door, closes his eyes and lets out a sigh.

When he opens them again, he pins me with a stare and I feel my breath hitch. "Why are you doing this?"

I want to look away from him. I don't want him to know the truth when I try to lie. I'm doing it for him, no other reason. I'd like to say it's for the mission, for the department. For the good of the city, but it's not. It's all for him.

He must see that in my eyes because before I can answer, he pushes off the door and rubs his eyes before he threads his fingers through his hair.

I love his hair. It's so soft and his curls tickle as they wrap around my fingers. I've touched it a time or two before this whole mess started, just a little pat or rub as we teased at other. All in good fun, but I'm had daydreams about my fingers tangled in it as I ride him to orgasm more times than I can count. I almost got shot once because I let my gaze linger on it a millisecond too long once as the sunlight glittered and showed the different colors. Wow, he was pissed that day. It was the first real time I saw the heat under the cool exterior. It was that day that I fell in love with him.

Trevor drops his hands as he stops in front of me.

"We can't do this," he drawls quietly and I'm not sure if he's trying to talk me or himself out of it.

I swallow, "Do what?" I whisper as my eyes drop to his mouth. His tongue flicks out to moisten his lips and my heart goes wild.

"Get involved," he tells me and it sounds a lot like a moan.

"We already are," I tell him and look up into his blue eyes. It's the truth. What ever this is, it started long before I walked into that strip club.

I used to think that my feelings were all one sided, but I know better now. I can read him better now, not much, but a little bit. I've seen how his eyes go smokey and hot when he's aroused. I've seen how they burn when he's pissed and I've seen how they ice over when he's about to get violent.

I wonder if he knows how expressive his eyes really are? If he realizes that they give it all away if you know how to read him? I'm learning to read them and right now, while his mouth is telling us no, his eyes are begging for it.

Our eyes stay locked as I reach out and finish unbuttoning his shirt and push it from his shoulders. He's lean and cut, just like I knew he would be and his nipples are darker than I'd expected. I flick one with my fingernail before I slide the pad of my thumb over it in a small circle.

I hear the slight change in his breathing, feel his body heat as he becomes aroused, but he remains still as his eyes blaze down at me. I lean in and lap at his nipple with my tongue, causing both of us to moan.

"Colette," he groans and I look up at him again. "We can't do this..."

"Why? Because you got secrets, Trevor? We all got secrets." Mine just happen to involve him. I reach back and unzip my dress. As it falls, I watch his face change as want and need begin to make their presence known.

"You can pretend, if that makes you feel better, Trevor. Pretend it's all for the mission, pretend that it doesn't mean anything, but I know better." At least I hope I do. I've seen they way he's looked at me from time to time. Every once in a while, he'd let his guard down and I'd catch a hot, look of longing before he'd catch himself and make his face stoic again.

I love Trevor and while I don't think he loves me, I think he likes me a lot, more than he's willing to admit to himself. I think he wants me and maybe, when this is over, we can build on that.

I'm almost fully naked now for him. The only thing left on is my jewelry, thong and shoes. I take my bracelet off and earrings and toss them on the table. I remove my hair clip and then my shoes. When I look over my shoulder at him, he's still in the same place I left him, breathing hard, eyes heavy lidded and he's watching every move I make.

I hook my thumbs in the sides of my thong and slide it down my lean hips. I turn slightly to give him a glimpse of my nakedness and swallow. I can't believe what I tease I'm being, but this is important to me.

"I'm going to take a shower and you're more than welcome to join me, Trevor." Our eyes meet before he curses and turns away to pace.

I feel my heart sink as I watch him a moment. Perhaps I'm pushing him to hard. We haven't seen each other in months and then I show up, just about rape him and then strip for him. Oh, what he must think of me.

I turn the water on cool and as I step under it as I let it hide and wash away my tears and the last of Trevor's seed. What have I done? I've never been one to throw myself at a man, but when I do have one, I don't mind making the first move. I like sex, enjoy it greatly when it's worth enjoying, but I long for something more. Something deeper and I think-thought-that maybe Trevor could give me that.

I hear a noise and I turn and look. He's standing in the doorway with nothing but his pants on. He's so sexy, so male that I have to bite my lip as I run the wash cloth over my breasts. I can feel the water track down my body, over my stomach and the fine hairs are making it stream down over my clit. I just watch him, watching me. The feel of the water and the look in his eyes are turning me on more than anything ever has.

I see his eyes track lower, follow the water, heat and then he's moving toward me, his hand on the button of his slacks. He hesitates for a second and looks at me through the clear glass, I slide the door open and he lets out a breath and quickly unfastens his pants and pushes them down his hips.

When he kicked the pants off, I get to see him fully naked for the first time it it's a wonderful sight. Lean, solid muscle, six pack abs and a nice, hard, thick cock. His body is dusted lightly with light brown hair and the hair surrounding his penis is only slightly darker.

He steps into the shower with me, puts his head under the spray for a moment before he turns and looks at me. His hand reaches out, touches my nipple much the same way I did to him only minutes ago before he moves in and backs me against the cool tile.

"I can't make you any promises, Colette," he whispers to me as he looks at my lips.

"I'm not asking for any," I tell him, a blatant lie, we both know it.

He gives me a small snort, "Not yet."

Not yet. Yeah, we both know that's the truth. Someday soon, I'll want more than he's willing, than he's able to give me, but right now, all that matters is his hands and his mouth. Him touching me.

The kiss is different than the one at the club. Slower, gentler. This is Trevor Cobb kissing me now, not Trevor Lorette. I whimper against him and wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him tight.

Trevor breaks away and kisses down my neck before he sucks a wet nipple into his mouth. I cry out in pleasure as he begins to suckle me. Slow and deep he pulls me into his mouth before he tongues my nipple and switches sides to repeat the process.

My hands thread in his hair as I arch my back for him. He groans and then his mouth is gone from my breasts.

Feel his head move lower as he drops to his knees in front of me. I look down at him as he looks up at me. His tongue flicks out, sips the water from my skin then delves into my belly button.

My heart is hammering when I think of how close he is, what he's about to do. Just thinking of it, anticipating it makes me want to cum.

We watch each other for a bit as he tastes me, licks my skin before his eyes close and he slides lower. I can feel his tongue flick, taste and trace the path of water as it runs down my body. He stops at the hood of my clit and his hot breath is making me squirm. I look down at him and he's just staring intently at me, at my core.

Trevor runs his hand up the inside of my leg, making me part them a little bit more, before his thumb brushes softly over my swollen lips. When I whimper again, he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue over my clit nice and slow. I gasp and lean most of my weight against the wall. My knees feel weak, my stomach is all jittery and I can't breathe.

Trevor is licking me, tasting me and I think I might pass out from the pleasure of it.

"Oh, God," I whisper and hear him chuckle. Shit, I love that little laugh of his and that makes me even wetter. The rush of my juices makes him moan and he really becomes focused on what he's doing.

He slips his shoulder under my left leg and raises it up. I wrap my leg around his neck for extra support and he gives me a broad lick before he sucks my hard nub in his mouth. I gasp again and grind against him. At this rate, I'm going to cum in minutes when I want nothing more than to feel his mouth and tongue on me for hours.

My fingers tighten in his damp hair and moan. I feel his finger, but it doesn't really register in my mind before he presses it deep inside of me and I forget to breathe.

Sight grows dim as I seem only capable of sucking in a small amount of air, unable to exhale. I feel dizzy, lightheaded and hot. It's so hot, the steam of the shower seems to want to choke me as I gasp. He curls his finger, pulls it out slightly and flicks his tongue faster.

I cry out and pull him closer, press up into him harder. Grind, pant.

"Trevor," I say breathlessly. I've thought about this, what it would feel like to have his mouth on me but I could have never imagined how good it would actually feel.

He hums in approval, adds a second finger and buries his face deeper into my pussy and that's more than I can take.

Feel it starting, the burn. It starts at my feet, works its way up my legs, hands, tightens my stomach, lower, pools, heats, I gasp, arch and everything explodes.

I scream and buck against him. Trevor removes his fingers from me, cups my ass and pulls me closer to him as his tongue stabs deep inside and drinks me down.

I'm still cumming, still burning but it's too much, too sensitive and I try to push away as I cry out again. He holds me fast and drinks his fill. Licks turn back to slow, broad strokes and he exhales.

I'm trembling, weak and dizzy. Trevor takes my leg off his shoulders and slowly stands and pulls me to him, taking more of my weight. He kisses me again, shares the taste of my cum with me and I just wrap my body around his. I'm weak, but nowhere near sated. I'm not sure I ever will be with him close by. Still, I can feel how hard he his as his cock is sandwiched between our stomachs.

I open my eyes and look at him. He's looking back at me as he still kisses me. It's weird, kissing with your eyes open. Hard to focus, to see. So close, so intimate. You can't hide, this close up.

He pulls away and licks his lips and gives me a small smile, "Been wanting to do that since the first time I saw you."

I smile back and know how hard that must have been for him to admit that. He's not a very open person, usually.

"I've been dreaming about you doing it since we've met." I tell him and feel my heart jump when his smirk turns to a smile. Damn, he's so beautiful. So innately sexy. He doesn't have to try. He's just got it. The eyes, the voice and accent. The confidence.

"Always thought you thought I was too young for you." I tell him. I'm younger than he is and if his file is truthful, he's got almost seven years on me. He's thirty-two, and I'm twenty-five and ready to have a birthday here real soon.

"You are too young." He tells me seriously as his eyes cloud briefly.

I arch a brow at him and grin as I reach down and grip his cock. "Really?" I ask, "Seems your body don't think I'm too young."

He snorts at me and shuts the water off, "Yeah, well my body likes to betray me."

I swirl my thumb over the swollen head of his dick, spread the slick pre-cum around smoothing the way.

"Humm," I moan as I watch his eyes flutter and close as his mouth falls open. "Sometimes our bodies are the only thing that will admit the truth when our mouths and brains try to lie."

I step out of the shower, never taking my hand off his erection, and wait for him to follow. "Let's go to bed, Trevor."