Undercover Love Page 3

  The bartender tapped me on my arm, regaining my attention. I turned towards her as she smiled.

  “Let me know if you need anything else,” she spoke in a voice that was loud enough for me to hear over the music, “I will be sure to take care of you, sweetheart.” I winked at her and nodded my head, then spun back around to find the woman again.

  In no time, three men approached the girl’s table. I could tell they were trying to pick them up, but at the same time, she came off as uninterested. I could read facial expressions like a book. That was one of the things they taught me when I went through the academy. Non-verbal communication meant everything. I finished up my drink, then parted my way through the crowd to her table.

  The three men stepped to the side after I tapped one of them on the arm.

  “Excuse me,” I said as I stepped closer to the women. “I’ve been looking all over for you,” I said as I glared at the woman I came to the table for. Her eyebrows folded together in confusion. I extended my hand to help her out of the booth.

  “Come on. We can talk somewhere a little quieter.”

  Her friends looked curiously in her direction, then back towards me. “Um, excuse me?” one of them said. “I don’t think–”

  “No, no,” the woman spoke up. “It’s alright. I was looking for him, too. I um…I told him I was going to be here. Scoot. Let me out.”

  One of the guys looked at me as if he wanted to throw a punch my way. My jawbones clenched inside my mouth, silently begging him to take his shot. Two women stood up to let her out of the booth, and when she got to the edge, she took my hand.

  “Wait,” one of her friends said as she stood up. We walked a little further from the table, away from the men that gathered around them like vultures. “Listen, I know she doesn’t know you, and I also know that she has had a few drinks tonight. So, I will be keeping an eye on you, and if I see her disappear, I will be calling the cops.”

  “The cops?” I said, smiling. “Don’t worry. We will be in full view all night.”

  The woman looked at her friend, “are you sure you’re alright?”

  “I’m fine,” she said, still holding onto my hand. “I won’t get out of your sight, mom.”

  The woman chuckled, rolled her eyes, then left the two of us alone. I walked her towards the back of the bar. The music was quieter back there, and it was easier for us to hold a conversation without yelling at the top of our lungs. There were a few people scattered around in the lounge-type area. Three couches were positioned against the wall, and there were some bar stools that aligned a large, glass window that allowed you to look at the bar and onto the dance floor. We took a spot on the couch. She crossed her leg over the other. I couldn’t take my eyes off the portion of her thigh that was exposed as soon as her leg lifted up.

  “My name is Harrison.”

  “Carina. It is nice to meet you.”

  She extended her hand for a formal introduction. I shook it firmly, but still with a hint of delicacy.

  “I’m sorry, I should’ve gotten you a drink.”

  “Oh, no,” she said, sliding her hand onto my leg after we released our grasps with each other, “I don’t need any more of those. I’ve had my share for the night.” She giggled and put her hand over her mouth.

  “So, tell me about yourself? Are you single? I don’t want to intrude.”

  “Yes. I am single. I have been single for just over a year now, so it has been a while since I’ve been in a relationship. In fact, it has been a while since I’ve even gone out. My friend, Freya, the one who talked to you before you took me over here. She is my best friend, and if it weren't for her, I would probably still be at home, grading papers and whatnot.”

  “Papers?” I took a sip of my drink. “So, you’re a school teacher?”

  “Yes. I teach third grade.”

  “A school teacher? Nice.”

  “Yes. I love my little buggers.” I skimmed the surface of her body with my eyes while she pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “So,” she continued, “what do you do?”

  “I um–”

  “Oh, wait,” she clapped her hands together once. “Let me guess. Can I guess? I bet you I can get it right.”

  I smiled. “Shoot.”

  “CEO?” I shook my head. “Um, fire man?” Another wrong answer. “Stripper?”

  I chuckled. “Are you telling me what you wish I were, or are you making educated guesses?”

  Her hand found its way to my chest as she laughed. “No, no I’m not telling you what I wish you were. I mean, you just have that aura about you. And,” she licked her bottom lip, “it doesn’t help that you are so well put together.” I let out a chuckle and she blushed.

  I put my arm around her on the back of the couch and she scooted closer to me. The faint music thumped beyond the thick glass between us and the dancefloor. Comfortable silence permeated between us, which surprised me. How did being around her feel so natural? We watched men and women move around to the beat of the music. Some ground on each other while the rest danced with a little bit of space between them.

  “So, Harrison, what do you really do for a living?” Carina asked, breaking the silence.

  “I guess you can say that I have my own business. I am into stocks and bonds and things like that.” I went to my normal go to whenever someone outside of the department asked what I did.

  “Oh, really? Shouldn’t you be somewhere on Wall Street?”

  “Nah. I’m good where I am at right now. I make enough to live wherever I please.”

  “I see.”

  Just then, Freya walked into the lounge area. She smiled as soon as she saw the two of us sitting close to each other. “Wow, I didn’t expect this,” she said as she walked closer. “Are you ok, Carina?”

  “Yes, I am fine.”

  “Ok. Well, we are getting ready to go to another spot, so come on.”

  “Um,” Carina hesitated, “but… what if I don’t want to go?”

  “What?”

  “What if I don’t want to go… just yet.” Freya looked confused as she stood in front of us with her hands propped on each side of her hips. Carina sighed, then looked at me.

  “Hold on for one second, ok, Harrison?”

  I nodded my head, and with that, she got up and pulled Freya away from me. They stood on a couple feet away from me, talking back and forth. I couldn’t make out anything they were saying, but the whole time, I was fixated on everything below Carina’s waist. She had some curves on her, and all I wanted to do is know what those thighs felt like wrapped around my hips.

  Freya glanced at me a few times as the two of them spoke. Moments later, the both of them walked back towards me.

  “Listen,” Freya said as she pulled out her phone, “I want your name and number right now, alright?”

  I looked confused as Carina sat down next to me. Freya stood in front of me, waiting impatiently. “I’m serious. Name and number. Well, she already told me your name, so I just need your number.”

  “Good Lord, Freya,” Carina said, laughing. “I told you to let me take care of it.” She cleared her throat and looked directly at me.

  “My girls are ready to go, but I am enjoying my conversation with you. So, I told her that I was going to stay and then when it was time to go, I would just call for an Uber or something. She is vehemently opposed to that–”

  “Damn straight I am!” Freya added.

  Carina shook her head, then continued. “The only way she would be cool with it was if she got your name and number so she could call the police if anything went wrong.”

  “I need it all. Name, number, address, social security number, mother’s maiden name, what High School you went to? I need all that shit.”

  I laughed as Freya stood in front of me, completely devoid of the friendly smile that she had when she first came back here with us. I liked how protective Carina’s friends were.

  “Freya, I know this is your best friend, and I can assure
you that I will not bring any harm to her. In fact, whenever she calls for her ride, I will make sure she gets in there safely. But, for your comfort, I will give you my name and address. Alright?” Freya stared at me as if she were trying to decide how genuine I was. Finally, she gave in and smiled.

  After she got my info, she glared at me, then quickly looked at her friend. “Carina, I will be calling you at the top of the hour, every hour. If you do not pick up your phone, I am calling the police. I do not want you to text me because he could just send a text from your phone. I want to hear your voice; do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, mother, I will answer my phone.”

  “I am not playing, Carina.”

  “Ok, ok. But, I will be fine, ok? I am not drunk, so don’t worry.”

  Freya lingered in front of us for a few more seconds before she spoke up.

  “Ok. Call if you need anything.” She leaned forward and gave Carina a hug and at the same time, she sent one last threat in my direction.

  “I will have the police on your ass like wet on water. My uncle is a cop, so yeah, you better not be a fucking psycho.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Finally, she turned and left the two of us alone. I let out a loud laugh.

  “Wow. She really cares about you, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes. Yes, she does. We have been friends since middle school, and I know she would give her life just to make sure I am ok.”

  “That is a good thing. I haven’t had too many friends like that in my lifetime, so, I can’t really relate.”

  We sat quietly for the next few minutes. When I looked at my cell phone, the clock just dipped past 1 am. I didn’t realize how quickly time had gone by since we had been together.

  “You want to come with me? There is a balcony on the top of this building that nobody knows about. We really aren’t supposed to be up there, but I know a few ways around that. There is a good view of the Chicago skyline.”

  “Sure,” Carina smiled.

  I stood up as she joined her hand with mine and with that, we walked through the crowd in the bar. I held tightly to her hand, occasionally glancing back at her to make sure that she was ok. After we cleared the double doors and stepped into the hallway, we headed down the corridor and walked to the stairway.

  “Stairs? We can’t take the elevator?” she asked, looking up the twelve flights of stairs.

  “No, no elevator. I mean, we aren’t supposed to be up here, remember?” I could see the hesitation on her face and suddenly, I squatted down. “Come on.”

  “Come on, what?”

  “My back. Hop on. I’ll be your elevator.”

  She laughed. “Are you fucking serious? Twelve flights of stairs? And you’re going to carry me?”

  “Come on. The elevator is going up right now.” I looked behind me as a confused smile stretched onto her face. “Come on, Carina. Trust me. Climb on.”

  After a few seconds went by, she finally climbed onto my back. I stood up, got a good grip of her legs, then began my ascent up the stairs. She wrapped her arms around my neck, holding on the higher we went. By the 7th flight, she begged me to put her down, but I held on tighter.

  “No. I said I was going to take you to the top, so I am going to take you to the top.”

  When we reached the top floor, I lowered her onto the floor, and pushed open the exit door.

  “Look at that,” I said.

  She looked to the right and caught the beautiful skyline of Chicago. The lights outlined the buildings like Christmas decorations as the moon glowed above everything.

  “Wow,” she said, inching towards the edge of the balcony. She propped her hands onto the brick. “This is beautiful.”

  “Yeah. I’ve come up here a few times just to relax, you know? Just to chill and think about shit. I know there are a lot of places I could go and most people don’t come to bars just to find time to be by themselves, but after I have a few drinks, that is all I want to do. Just be alone and look at the skyline.”

  A soft breeze made her hair flutter in the wind. The glow in her eyes matched what shined from the moon above. Her lips were full and coated with a dull gloss as her red cocktail dress hugged every inch of her body.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to know what her lips felt like. I lifted my hand to the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. She closed her eyes and shortly after our lips connected. My heart thumped inside of my chest. Her hands held onto my side as I moved my hands down to her waist. My cock stiffened inside my pants as I felt her body melt into mine.

  Chapter 5

  Carina

  Our kiss deepened, and I wrapped my arms around his body. He moved his hand from my waist to my ass and cupped it, eliciting an immediate throb between my legs. I broke our kiss as his lips moved to my neck and I glanced around me, shocked that we did this here—out of all places—but the possibility of us getting discovered, only made me want him more.

  He ground against me and moved his hand down my leg, slipping it underneath the dress and my panties immediately. Any other man, I would never allow this to happen. But with Harrison, I had never wanted someone more.

  He plunged two fingers into my wetness, which sent an intense pleasure through my body. All thoughts of us doing this on the balcony vanished, and all I wanted was him, deep inside of me.

  “You want this, huh? You want me to take you right here?” he growled as he pushed his fingers into me, and I felt my body shudder in response.

  I moved my hips to meet his thrusts, needed him to penetrate me deeper, and moaned into his neck. There was no way for me to remain silent even if I wanted to.

  “Fucking wet and tight. You’re going to be sore when I finish with you, babe.”

  His words only made the fire in me grow stronger, mixing with ecstasy that went on and on, and I got dangerously close to experiencing my first orgasm ever in public like this. His thrust his fingers faster, adding the third finger to stretch me wider, and that was all I needed to explode. I couldn’t believe I actually did this because it was so unlike me, but his fingers just felt so damn good.

  “Oh!” I screamed and arched my back, letting my body release and coming harder than ever before.

  “That’s it. Come for me.” I felt my body shudder as I pressed my lips back to his.

  He broke away from me, and I tugged at his belt buckle, and I realized I wanted nothing more at that moment. I pushed down his pants and boxers and grabbed ahold of his cock between my hands. I bit my lip as I moved my hands slowly up and down. I crashed my lips back onto his and moved my body closer to him. I moved my hands up from his cock to around his neck, and his hands moved back to my ass as he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his hips. I could feel his cock next to my entrance and I pushed my hips towards him. He shoved his cock deep inside me, pushing forcefully through my wet walls, and wrapped my arms tighter around his neck.

  “Oh God. Yes,” I breathed out, already overwhelmed with the burning pleasure coming from his powerful thrusts.

  He moved his body, so he was able to lean my back on the wall behind us. With one hand still on my ass, he moved his other hand up to my dress, and he pulled down the strap, exposing my breast. He tugged slightly on my nipple causing another moan to escape my lips. I was too sensitive and delirious, responding to his every touch. I didn’t care anymore if anyone would find us here or not, my whole focus was on the divine sensations that made my body beg for more.

  “Good girl.” He thrust harder and entered me deeper.

  “Ah!” He was hitting my cervix now, and it brought the sweetest mix of pleasure and pain that led me closer to my climax. I ground my hips into his matching his thrusts.

  He continued banging me hard, each time bringing me so close to the edge only to pull me away from it, and the tension became too much. I was so desperate for my release, but he was relentless, truly punishing me.

  “You’re so sexy, Carina. I love seeing you like this. I love the w
ay your body trembles, the way your eyes beg me to give you what you need... It’s so hot.”

  “Please. Please, I need to come. Please.”

  “Yes, Carina. Beg me. Beg me to let you come.”

  “Please, Harrison. Please, please, please.”

  He hissed and sped up, giving me an almost unbearable pleasure, and he finally—finally—let me come.

  “Ah!” I dug my fingers into his shoulders and started convulsing, experiencing sensations like never before.

  Chapter 6

  Carina

  The phone rang a few times before I gathered myself to answer. I cleared my throat while Harrison quietly lifted his pants back onto his waist and latched his belt buckle onto the front. After the fourth ring, I finally answered.

  “Hello?”

  “Why did it take you to long to answer the phone, Carina? Where are you at? Are you alright?” Freya asked in a machine gun fashion.

  “Yes, I’m alright. I’m still at the bar. I am getting ready to leave now, I think.”

  “You think? Is Harrison still there?”

  “Yes, he is here. Still being a gentleman. We are fine.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I chuckled. She was such a good friend, and I truly appreciated her.

  “Yes, I am positive, Freya. I am good. Do you want to talk to him?”

  “No, I don’t. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. We are still hanging, but I can come back and pick you up if you want me to.”

  “Um…” I glanced at Harrison as he stood a few feet away from me. His expressionless glare made him look just as enchanting as the moon above. I didn’t know what his next move was, though.