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  Racy Nights 7

  Sharing Their Racy Fantasies

  When sassy IT department head Gina Santori becomes submissive to Sergeant Harrison Kelly and councilman Zach Kincaid, keeping the city’s computers running is the least of her problems. She and Zach must keep their relationship a secret at work, especially in front of Mayor Bernie Crumb, who has made it his personal vendetta to go after everyone in the Racy BDSM community.

  On top of that, someone is setting fires in Racy. As Harrison finally crawls out from the self-imposed hermit-like state he’s been living in since his divorce to become one of Gina’s Doms, he’s shot while chasing down an arson suspect.

  Zach Kincaid has had a secret crush on Gina for years, but it isn’t until she laughs at one of his cartoon drawings that he looks beneath her cool exterior to find the sexy, passionate woman underneath. But will their relationship survive Bernie, Harrison’s gunshot wound, and an arsonist loose on the streets of Racy?

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 54,554 words

  SHARING THEIR RACY FANTASIES

  Racy Nights 7

  Tara Rose

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  SHARING THEIR RACY FANTASIES

  Copyright © 2013 by Tara Rose

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  SHARING THEIR RACY FANTASIES

  Racy Nights 7

  TARA ROSE

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  Gina Santori unlocked the door to her condo and almost dropped her cell phone as it rang, the same time as yet another loud clap of thunder sounded overhead. How long would it be before everyone in Racy was no longer afraid of thunderstorms?

  She closed the door and picked up the phone to answer it, wondering why her friend Olivia was calling her. She’d just dropped her off. Had she forgotten something in Gina’s car?

  “Gina…Harrison just called me.” Harrison, a sergeant with the Racy police, was Olivia’s older brother. “Cherilyn’s car…something happened to it on her way home.”

  “What?” Gina’s pulse raced. Both women had gone out in nearby Lafayette with Cherilyn Barker, and she had left The Black Sparrow the same time they had. Gina had been no more than five or ten minutes ahead of her on US Route 231. “What happened to her? Is she all right?”

  “I don’t know. They found her car rolled over on the side of the road, but she wasn’t in it. And now they can’t reach her on her cell.” Olivia’s voice shook and she sounded out of breath, as though she’d been running.

  “Oh my God…”

  “Gina, I’m so scared for her. Harrison said they’re trying to track her phone. He’s going to call me right away with any updates. I told him we were only a few minutes ahead of her, at most. He asked me all kinds of questions about whether anything suspicious had happened while we were at the bar, but I said of course not. We were just having a girls’ night out.”

  “Okay. You’ll call me as soon as you hear from him, right?”

  “I will. I promise.”

  Gina stared at her cell phone after she disconnected the call. This couldn’t be happening. They’d all left together, but Gina always drove much faster than Cherilyn did and she’d sped ahead of her and lost sight of her car. But it was only a half-hour ride. What could have happened? And if she wasn’t in her car, where the hell was she?

  She glanced around her living room, feeling lost and afraid, and she knew there was no way she could simply sit still and wait for news. She’d go to the police station. If they didn’t like her hanging around, too bad. Cherilyn was her friend, and Gina had a bad feeling about this.

  Once she was back outside, Gina eyed the stormy sky warily. An EF3 tornado had struck Racy, Indiana, less than one month ago, wiping out many of the historic buildings downtown on both Market and Main Streets, including the courthouse and City Hall. Gina had been losing her mind all week in the warehouse that had been converted to temporary quarters for both the courts and city offices. As head of IT for the city, she’d had her hands full trying to get the necessary lines brought in from the street to run the city’s computer systems.

  But right now, her thoughts were on the severe thunderstorm warning that had been issued for Benton County, and on Cherilyn. Where was she? As Gina raced toward the police station downtown, she went back over the past hour in her mind, slowly this time.

  Lafayette was only thirty miles from Racy. She’d been in front of Cherilyn for about ten minutes, and then had lost sight of her as other traffic moved between their cars. What could have happened in s
uch a short time? And why hadn’t she kept Cherilyn’s car in sight? She would have seen her crash, or whatever had happened, and then she could have stopped and called for help. And Cherilyn wouldn’t be missing right now.

  The Racy Police Station was one of the few buildings on Main Street that had escaped damage. As she pulled into the parking lot, she spotted Thayer Denning’s Porsche. It was difficult to miss, not only because no one else in Racy drove one, but because his license plate said “Dr Bod.” Thayer had a PhD in exercise physiology and he co-owned The Fit Bod, Racy’s gym, with Evan Rydell. Both men were currently involved with Cherilyn, as Gina and Olivia had found out that night. Cherilyn had spent a large part of this evening texting both men.

  She sprinted into the station, but regardless, her hair was damp by the time she got inside. It had been raining steadily for over an hour. Harrison was the desk sergeant tonight, and Gina’s heart did that weird fluttering thing it always did every time she spotted him. His eyes were so intense and hypnotic, and that thick mass of light-brown hair never failed to make her fingers itch to touch it.

  “Harrison, Olivia called me. She said something happened to Cherilyn.”

  He came out from behind the desk and Gina tried not to stare at him, but his six-foot-plus frame and all those muscles that his uniform couldn’t hide made it hard not to. “Her car flipped over on 231, just north of 18. But she’s not in it.”

  “Then where is she?” Her car flipped? Then she must be hurt. Thayer and Evan must be out of their minds with worry by now.

  “We don’t know, Gina.”

  She studied Harrison’s face and didn’t like what she saw there. He was worried. Too worried, especially for a cop. Something else was going on. “What can I do?”

  “Nothing.”

  “But she’s my friend.”

  “I know that. Look, can I get you some coffee? You’re welcome to stay here, but it might be a while before we know anything.”

  Thunder crashed overhead and lightning lit up the room. Suddenly, this entire night seemed chaotic and unsettled in a way it hadn’t before. She wasn’t sure what to do. Harrison placed a hand on her shoulder, and she drew strength from his warm touch. “Come on. You can wait in the squad room.”

  “Thank you, Harrison.”

  After she took a seat at a random desk, Gina began to wish she’d taken him up on the offer of coffee. Anything to keep her hands busy. There were a few other officers in the room, and Gina wanted to shout at them to get out there and look for Cherilyn. Lightning flashed outside again, and she couldn’t help but remember the storm on May 3 that had produced the tornado.

  She’d been in Luke’s Bar with Olivia. Bonnie Kowalski, one of the public defenders, heard the tornado before anyone else did, even though no one had heard the sirens inside the noisy crowded bar that used to be on Market Street. Bonnie shouted at everyone to get downstairs, and they’d all crowded into the basement as the storm hit. Would that happen again today?

  She pulled up the radar on her phone and swore under her breath. Now it wasn’t just a severe thunderstorm warning. They were now under a tornado watch. She should have stayed home or gone to Olivia’s house. Gina drummed her nails on the desk, watching the digital clock tick off fifteen minutes. There had to be something she could do besides wait. She was about to go find Harrison and ask for that coffee when he came sprinting into the squad room. The look on his face sent a wave of fresh fear coursing through her body.

  “Storm spotters in the next county just called in. A tornado is on the ground and heading this way. Come on.”

  As she followed him down a corridor, Gina tried not to panic. She caught sight of Chad Bristol and Sean Brennan, the two Racy Detectives, in a conference room with Dean Ramsey, the Chief of Police. A man Gina didn’t recognize was also in the room, along with Thayer and Evan. They all looked frazzled.

  “Who is that man?”

  Harrison gave her a sharp look and shook his head. Once he’d led her to an interior room, he told her he’d be right back, and he then turned to leave. Gina placed a hand on his arm, trying to ignore the bulge of his forearm muscles. “Harrison, who is that man?”

  Harrison lowered his voice. “He’s from the JAG office in Indianapolis.”

  “Army? Why is the Army here?” Cherilyn’s late husband Chuck had been in the Army. He’d been killed in Afghanistan almost two years ago.

  Harrison glanced behind him quickly. “Gina, I can’t tell you that.”

  “You’re scaring me.”

  His gaze softened. “I’m sorry about that, but I can’t say anything.”

  Loud thunder crashed overhead and Gina jumped. “Why not? This is annoying as hell, Harrison.” She began to pace the room. “You have a problem, you deal with it. You tell the necessary people, and you make things happen.”

  “That’s exactly what we’re doing.” The corners of his mouth turned up. Was he mocking her?

  “I don’t see anyone doing anything, Harrison. I see men in a conference room, staring at a computer screen. Cherilyn is out there somewhere, in a fucking tornado and it’s my fault.” She turned away as tears spilled over her lashes. When strong hands massaged her shoulders from behind, she fought the urge to turn and embrace him.

  “This is not your fault, Gina.”

  “Yes it is. I got too far ahead of her. If I’d kept her car in sight, I’d have seen what happened.”

  “You couldn’t have known anything would happen.”

  Gina turned and stared into Harrison’s eyes. “Where is she?” She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and watched Thayer, Sean, Evan, and Chad race out of the room they’d been in and toward the entrance to the station. “Where are they going? Harrison, please…what is really going on? Why is someone from the Army here?”

  Dean shouted the number 207 and suddenly officers were running. “What’s a 207? What does that mean?”

  Harrison didn’t answer her question. Instead he said, “Stay right here. I mean it. I’ll be back in a minute.”

  Gina watched the chaos in the station from the door, desperate to know what was going on, but knowing if she pushed her luck with Dean around she’d likely be tossed out of the station or into a jail cell until she cooled down. When Harrison finally came back into the room, she asked him again what was going on.

  Harrison opened his mouth to speak just as the tornado sirens started wailing. “About fucking time,” he muttered.

  Gina swore out loud, more from frustration than fear. “We have to find her.”

  Harrison gave her a stern look. “We aren’t leaving this room. The station is locked down. You’re stuck here until the tornado warning is over. Now get under the table.”

  Gina crawled under the conference room table as she listened to the storm outside. She pulled up the radar on her phone again, but she wasn’t an expert in reading them by any stretch of the imagination. The lights flickered for a second, but then they stayed on.

  Harrison dropped to the floor and scooted under the table next to her. Gina could think of worse places to be stuck during a tornado warning than under a table with a gorgeous cop, but she’d still rather it be under better circumstances. “Where were your detectives going with Thayer and Evan in the middle of a tornado? Did they find her?”

  He glanced at her sharply but didn’t say a word.

  “Why didn’t you go with everyone?”

  “I’m desk sergeant tonight. Someone has to stay here.”

  “What’s a 207?”

  He didn’t answer, and his expression gave away nothing.

  “You might as well tell me, Harrison. I won’t stop asking.”

  “Maybe I should throw you into a cell then?”

  She crossed her arms. “Maybe you should.”

  He gave her a look of complete exasperation. “Gina, are you always like this?”

  “Yes.”

  The light in his eyes danced and the corners of his mouth turned up again. “You must give them all hel
l down at City Hall.”

  “Only when they don’t give me what I need to do my job.”

  He gave her a thoughtful look. “It must be horrible working for the mayor.”

  “It is.”

  “I’ll bet you keep him on his toes.”

  The wind began to howl outside, and Gina shivered as she imagined Cherilyn outside in this. “Harrison, please tell me what’s happening. I’m so afraid for her.”

  Harrison’s gaze softened and he put an arm around her, pulling her close. Gina breathed in the faint scent of his aftershave and shivered again, only this time it wasn’t from fear. She’d fantasized about this man so often that he’d be shocked if she told him even half the things they’d done together in her dreams.

  Olivia said he’d changed since his divorce two years earlier. He’d been badly burned by Sylvia and practically lived like a hermit now. Gina would love to bring him out of his shell, but she’d been burned a time or two herself and was no longer in the mood to be the pursuer. It never seemed to turn out well. It would be nice to have a man chase her for a change.

  “If I tell you, you have to swear to me that you will never rat me out. I mean it, Gina. I’d lose my job.”

  His voice was soft but commanding. It sent a delicious tingle straight to her pussy to realize he trusted her so much. She drew in a deep breath and looked into his eyes. “I promise not to say anything.” And she never would. If there was one thing Gina knew how to do well, it was to keep a promise.

  “Not even to Olivia?”

  Gina sighed. “You drive a hard bargain, Harrison.”