Free GetOn by Regina Cole Page A

who’d pulled the trigger was
found shot in the head three weeks later. I know it was Ford.” Garrett’s fist
landed on the white tablecloth, making the silverware jump.
    “I know,” Mia soothed, rubbing his tense shoulder. “It’s
okay, Garrett. You don’t have to say anything else.”
    “Let me get this out, okay?” He glanced over at her. The dim
lighting of the restaurant made her olive skin look luminescent.
    She nodded.
    “I started gunning for Ford while I was still on the force.
But my superiors didn’t exactly see things my way. I was let go a few months
after Priscilla died.” He stared at the table in front of them. “Her murderer
got away, Mia. I’ve been trying so damn hard to make him pay. If I’m ever able
to see this through, I don’t know what I’ll do with myself afterward.”
    Mia’s hand wrapped around the back of his neck and he turned
to face her. Her eyes were wide, mouth soft as she pulled him down to her.
    He groaned against her lips as she kissed him, tasting of
the sweet wine he’d almost forgotten he’d ordered. Her tongue darted between
his lips, soft caresses stirring his blood. His hand rubbed down her back,
cupping her ass gently as he let his mouth explore hers.
    Too soon, he forced himself to raise his head. “We should
probably stop, or that waiter might get a show when he brings our dinner.”
    Mia grinned and winked at him. “You might be right.”
    He’d managed to steer the conversation into a lighter place
by the time the food arrived. He hadn’t realized exactly how hungry he was
until the large plate of pasta landed in front of him. Mia had been right, the
food was good. Though he couldn’t help but think it might have been because of
the company.
    She laughed at his jokes, throwing a couple of her own in
there for good measure. They compared favorite music and movies, and he was
strangely gratified to discover the similarities between them. By the time the
giant slab of chocolate cake Mia ordered had arrived, he was dreading leaving
the restaurant.
    “I don’t know why they brought two forks,” Mia said,
carefully detaching a hunk of chocolate icing from the top of the cake.
“Nobody’s touching my dessert.”
    Garrett snorted, then reached over and snagged the second
fork. “Oh really?”
    “Back off, biker boy,” she snarled playfully, a dot of
chocolate on her lower lip. “If you wanted some, you should have ordered it
yourself.”
    “I guess I’ll just have to make do with your leftovers,” he
sighed sadly, then leaned in to lick the chocolate off her lip. The sweetness
exploded on his tongue, almost as delicious as her gasp of shock at his action.
But not quite. She kissed him quick, hard and rough. He wrapped his arm around
her, making sure his mouth and tongue kept up their passionate assault. But the
fork in his other hand snaked around her, aiming straight for the cake.
    Just then she moaned, a soft, plaintive sound that wrapped
around his cock and yanked. He nearly dropped the fork.
    She pulled her mouth away, breathing heavily. “Don’t you
fucking dare,” she said, just before poking his hand with her own fork.
    “Ouch,” he yelped, rubbing the sore spot. “What was that
for?”
    “Attempted kiss-terfuge. Not fair.” She ate another bite of
cake. “If you’d asked nicely, you might have gotten a bite. You should know
stealing is bad, copper.”
    Garrett snorted a laugh. “Yeah, you’re right.” He pinned on
an exaggerated puppy-dog-pitiful expression. “May I please have a bite of your
cake?”
    She flipped the fork over, sucking on the tines as she
pulled it from her lips. “That depends. It’s not free, you know. If you get a
bite of cake, you have to come up to my room after.”
    He thought about it for about three seconds before snatching
the plate from her and forking a giant bite of dessert into his mouth.
    “I get to have my cake and eat you too? You’re on.”

Chapter Nine
     
    She wasn’t sure why she was