okay. Sienna didn' t know what Mack had done, but said he was a bastard for doing it.
That was Jolie' s opening to tell Sienna. She knew there' d be no peace until Sienna knew all, so she told all. When she knew the details, Sienna repeated her original position on the matter. When Sienna finally left, Jolie had a full stomach, an empty heart and a good buzz going. She was feeling just lazy enough to watch the movie Sienna left behind.
Halfway through, the sound of a car in her driveway had her looking up at the clock. Who would come after eleven?
She guessed the answer before a peek between the curtains to see a police cruiser in the driveway confirmed it. She was tempted not to answer the door, but she wasn' t sure ignoring a cop at the door was legal. He was wearing his uniform.
She smoothed her hair, wished she was wearing something besides a ratty t-shirt, but it came to her knees and covered her enough to pass.
She crossed her arms over her breasts as soon as she opened the door.
Mack held out what appeared be a flashlight, only it was off and the light end in his hand.
Jolie eyed it with caution. “What' s up?”
“Present for you?”
So he' d gone from silk roses to flashlights? She wasn' t sure that was an improvement. She didn' t take it.
“What do I need a flashlight for?”
“Actually, it' s a stun gun.” He had that look in his eyes, that
Jolie took the light.
“That switch right there, under your thumb turns on the light,” he said. He was still standing on her porch. She wasn' t inviting him in. “That part works like an ordinary flashlight. Go ahead, try it.”
“What are you doing here, Mack?”
“Arming you. Try the flashlight, Jolie.” He said the last in a tone that made her mouth go dry and her pussy go wet. And just like his alter ego, he had a bad-boy smile that made her shiver. Something had changed. He wasn' t looking guilty, but mad.
She flipped the switch and the light flicked on.
“Good girl.” She had to shift her weight, press her legs together against the throbbing response to those words. She didn' t want to respond. She wanted her mad back, but her body wasn' t listening.
“There' s a cap on the end.” He reached to show her and she backed away.
His grin made her insides quiver. “That' s right, you be careful. Wouldn' t want you falling for such a classic trick. Turn the flashlight around, Jolie.” Heat surged through her. She did what he said, but kept an eye on him.
“Unscrew the cap.”
She did, while he explained how to turn off the safety and pull the trigger. When she did a small lightning bolt snapped and sizzled between the electrodes on the end.
She thought about the time she' d nailed him, or Waster rather, with the blow gun.
“That sounds like it would really hurt.”
“It would.”
Jolie let go of the trigger.
“I' m not using this, Mack. What' s this really about?”
“This is about,” he said, taking a step toward her, “how you and I are going to have a little talk.”
She took another step back. “I don' t want to talk to you.”
“I know. But I' m coming in and we' re going to talk.” He stepped through the door and she backed up to the foyer wall. He kicked the door shut.
“You want this to stop, Jolie, you got a real life safe-out switch right there in your hand.”
“Are you crazy?”
“Probably.”
Jolie sidled along the wall and backed into the living room. Mack followed. She wasn' t going to stun him. He knew that.
“So you just want to talk?”
“No, but we can start with that.”
“Mack, this is insane. All of it is insane. “
“Not as insane as that story you told Sienna.” He grabbed her shoulders. “You think I was using you in a cyber sting?”
“I know you did.”
“Then zap away, baby, because that' s what I deserve.”
“Then what were you doing?”
He let go of her shoulders. Hooked a finger inside the collar of her t-shirt. “Nice threads.”
“Mack, don' t.”
“Has this got any sentimental value?”
“Don' t.”
He nodded to the weapon in her hand. “Safe-out.” She threw down the light.
He ripped her shirt open. For a moment they were locked in a familiar stare-down, both panting, neither blinking. Then he reached for her hair and he kissed her, kept on kissing her until she stopped thinking about why he was there, stopped trying to figure out what he really wanted from her and kissed him back, her arms going around his neck. His hands cupped her bottom, he crushed her against his erection and her legs wrapped round his hips.
When the kiss stopped, he let his forehead rest against hers, their noses bumping.
“That' s better. Always trust your instincts, Jolie girl. They lead you truer than your intellect.”
Her instincts were all turned inside out, tuned into Mack, drinking him in while he lectured.
“Now I' ll admit I' m a pervert, that I like hanging out in cyber playing catch and release with willing women. I even admit that I lured you there, hoping you might share my taste for the fantasy. I was afraid to tell you I was a cop. But that' s all I' m guilty of. The rest of that hypothesis you cooked up is pure fantasy. I' m a small-town street cop trying to convince a pretty girl to hook up with me, turn our mutual fantasies into something real. That' s all I am.”
“Okay. But that doesn' t matter. It' s crazy what we were doing, Mack. I should be in therapy for going to the site in the first place.”
“There' s nothing wrong with fantasies, Jolie girl. They help keep us going through the shit life throws at us.”
“Some fantasies should stay fantasies.”
“Care to put that theory to the test?” He bumped his hips against her.
She shook her head no, but his fingers slid right between her legs and he seemed more inclined to believe the part of her that was saying yes.
“We' re going to play a game.”
She shook her head, but her pussy squeezed tight around the finger he slipped inside.
“It' s called good cop, bad girl. And she was a very bad girl.” She had to ask. “What did she do?”
“She' s been accused of stealing a boat and resisting arrest by knocking out an officer.”
He let her go, stepped back, reached for something on the back of his belt. “I' m afraid I' ll have to interrogate you.”
God he looked sexy in that dark-blue uniform. It made his eyes look steelier.
Steelier? Her brain was turning to mush. She bolted. She was no better at escaping him in real life than she had been in cyber. He caught her at the bottom of the stairs, handcuffed her hands behind her to the banister.
“We don' t do anything you don' t want, Jolie. Anything you want to say?” She was shivering hard now. It was decision time. Step back into sanity or forward into madness. She looked up into those steel-blue eyes, saw her craving mirrored. She saw beyond that, to the dark-haired rebel inside, the one who made his own rules and didn' t worry about what others thought of them.
