Page 4 of Who Wants Pie

The idiot that I am, I almost do what he tells me to do and turn my happy ass around. And then I catch myself. I can tell the look on my face could cause full-grown men to drop dead where they stand and yet, somehow, he’s still breathing. In my rush for the phone, my comfort of being alone, and my dumb luck, I had to grab the thinnest towel Gray could possibly own. If I turn around, he is going to get a whole lot more than just a show…he’s going to get the whole production.

Not that it seems he would mind, the way he’s looking at me. The perv. It doesn’t help that secretly, somewhere down deep inside, I’m just as big a perv.

Chapter Four

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Gray

I take all of Tinsley in. It might not be right to gawk at your best friend’s kid sister, but I can’t take my eyes off her. The tiny towel, the legs that are begging to have a man between them, breasts no towel is going to be able to hide, all have me by the balls…and the dick. Hell, even the twist thing she has her hair up in is doing it for me. It should look messy but all I can think about is taking it down and letting my fingers mess it up even more. And the water…come on! I’m just a fucking man - not a saint. She looks lickable as fuck with little drops of dew coursing down her skin all but showing the path my tongue could take.

I need to come home more. Especially while she’s here and if this is how she’s been spending her evenings. I start to wonder how long both of us are going to stand here staring at one another when she finally breaks and runs for the stairs. I am gifted with the added bonus of seeing that towel bounce around her thighs as she runs up them. She doesn’t come down and when I tell her I’m going back to the station all I get is a grunt of acknowledgment to tell me she even understands what I am saying.

“You just going to stay in the bedroom…hiding?”

“I’m not hiding!”

I don’t know why I’m poking at her so much. “Yeah, you’re not hiding,” I laugh and turn to go, “and I’m a freakin’ debutant.”

She pulls the door open, completely dressed now, “I am NOT hiding. I don’t hide.”

I don’t argue with her anymore. Instead, I just make my way to the front door, laughing while I go. I should have realized, knowing Tinsley as well as I do, that this would not be the end of the issue. Tinsley can’t stand not having the last word.

And sure enough, the very next day she shows up at the station. Because of Rayne, who doesn’t happen to be here this time, everyone knows Tinsley. And most people are used to her or Lynda bringing something delicious to offer us. They aren’t the only ones. Some of the wives and moms take turns bringing desserts over so her being here isn't unusual.

The thing that makes this time different is how Tinsley is dressed. She’s wearing a bright yellow sweater that is all but skintight and the tiniest little skirt that barely covers her ass. I hit the door to my office as soon as I see what she is wearing and make my way through all the guys that are hanging around.

“Hi guys. Who wants a bite of my pie?”

As soon as the words are out of her mouth, I’m on her. “Hell no!” I bend over and scoop her up over my shoulder, putting my hand on her ass so I can make sure the damned skirt stays down while I have her upside down. I start to head for the office when Danny Stowe steps in front of me.

“Aw, come on, Gray. Everyone wants…,” the look on my face must stop him, but he doesn’t have to go on. I know exactly what the fucking horn dog was going to say. I sit Tinsley down just long enough to slug Dan before picking her back up.

The entire time Tinsley is mouthing about how I’ve gone insane and she can’t believe I would do something so crazy. And that I must be on something - like crack - to act this way. I barely have the door shut before she is all but leaping out of my arms and turning a fully pissed-off face up at me.

“Just what in the hell is wrong with you? I can’t believe you would do something like this to me! And for what? Why? What is it you are trying to even do, Gray Hart!”

“You know damn well what the problem is! You can’t come in here asking men like that if they want a bite of your fucking pie!”

“Why not? I’ve always brought food to the station and you’ve never had a problem with it before.”

“You can not be that naive!”

“What the…naive about what?” She looks genuinely confused.

“You are way too old to walk into a room with all these grown men and ask that when you know it means asking them if they want a taste of your pussy.”

“What?! No! You’re just being a jerk.” She pushes past me, full of confidence that I won’t try to touch her to stop her, as she makes her way to the door. The color rides high on her cheeks and I can see the blush travel down to the tops of her breasts, which I can see because they are on full display due to the scoop-front of her sweater.

“Unless you want me to throw you over that table and show all these guys who gets ALL of your pie right here and now, you won’t do that again.”

“You are such a jerk! You would never do something like that! You respect Rayne too much.” She’s got me there but…a man can only take so much and hearing a woman like this ask an entire room to eat her pie is definitely my limit. I can see her thinking things over before she narrows her eyes and pushes her chin out. “I’m calling your bluff.”

It’s little more than a whisper but it echoes through the room like a bullet shot through a china shop. I reach over and pull the chord on the blinds so they fall closed. And then I move. I move so fast she doesn’t even know what hits her until she is flipped over the desk with her skirt up. The first smack makes her squeal so I put my hand over her mouth to keep anyone else from hearing her.

I smack her bare ass cheek again. “Don’t tempt me, Tinsley! I have great respect for Rayne and his family but I’m not going to let you go around and offer your pussy to every man coming and going!”

She flinches at my words. But I keep on going. She’s nineteen - almost twenty years old. She needs to learn what happens when you push men like me too far. I smack her again and see her scrunch her eyes closed. “Not to even mention you’re in my house, living with me…”

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