Was it normal to be gone so long?
“I was scared for you tonight,” I said, running my nose along his breastbone.
He squeezed me a little tighter.
“I’m okay,” he reassured me.
I let out a relived breath and turned into his arms. “Now,” I said, heading toward the hallway. “Tell me why you have so many freakin’ socks!”
His chuckle warmed my heart as he tagged along behind me dutifully.
He stepped on My Little Pony on the way, and his quiet curse had me smothering a laugh as I led him into his room.
Closing the door, he took in the bed with the hundreds of socks that covered every square inch, then looked to me. “I don’t like doing laundry.”
I shook my head as a quiet laugh escaped, while I leaned over and started collecting socks.
I realized my mistake the moment I bent over and the t-shirt I was wearing rode up, showing off my Joe Boxer underwear.
He growled low in his throat, and I heard the lock on his door slide home.
I leaned up slowly, arms full of socks, and turned to find him stripping out of his shirt.
Then he toed off his boots and kicked them to the side, followed shortly by his pants.
I gulped when the only thing that was left was a pair of grey boxer briefs.
He was gorgeous.
Tall with broad shoulders and a firm, defined chest.
Blonde hair. Beautiful blue eyes.
Large hands. Strong thighs. Stunningly defined abs.
And the tattoos. My God, the tattoos.
He, of course, had a Marine Corps one on his arm; however, on his back was a large tribal design that stretched from nearly shoulder to shoulder. His front was free of tattoos other than one that was hidden by the waistband of his pants. It was a word in Latin. One he hadn’t told me the meaning of, and I hadn’t had the courage to ask.
Now, though, it was in full view as he slowly let his boxer briefs fall to the floor.
He stepped out of them one foot at a time, and I swallowed thickly, staring at his pulsing erection as it bobbed with his movements.
It was angry and throbbing. Veins popped out on each side of his length, and the head of his cock was a ruddy red that betrayed his need.
I licked my lips, quickly losing my grip on all the socks I had clutched to my chest.
And when he started prowling toward me, I sat back on the bed hastily and laid back. Helpless to do anything but.
What a picture I must’ve made, laying on his bed with socks all around me.
My hair was sprawled out on the mattress, and my shirt had ridden up to my belly button, exposing my belly button ring to his gaze.
He growled and bent down, kissing my bare belly, nipping gently at the piercing.
Then his chin dug into my mound and I started squirming.
“We can’t,” I tried.
I didn’t know why I was fighting it.
I didn’t want to fight it.
It was just a reaction when it came to him. Something made me want to fight him. For him to force me to submit.
Which he did. Gloriously.
“Stop,” I tried again, shoving the socks away and trying to push at his face when he edged the bottom of the shirt up until my breasts fell free.
I hissed in a breath when he nipped the edge of one of my nipples with his teeth, crying out in surprise.
“Luke,” I said. “It’ll be too loud. We can’t.”
“We can,” he confirmed.
Then he showed me how.
Grabbing the top sheet, he pulled it, and me, down until my legs hung over the edge of the bed. Socks fell to the floor all around us, but he paid it the least bit of mind as he lifted the t-shirt up.
When I went to raise my arms, he threaded first one, then the other, out until the shirt was left around my neck only.
With quick, deft movements, he rolled the shirt into a round rope type contraption.
He grinned and held it against my lips, waiting with his eyes on mine until I opened my mouth to refuse. When I did so, he shoved it in and said, “Now you can make all the noise you want.”
With one swift movement, he yanked my panties from my body, then bent down to capture one of my nipples in his mouth.
When he had me in the position he wanted, he grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my ass, pushing it up to a comfortable working height for him.
The head of his cock played along my folds as he switched breasts, teasing me. Enticing me.
I moaned, and the t-shirt did its job, muffling it to the point that the sound was barely recognizable.
He leaned up and grinned, moving his hand down to run along the folds of my sex.
When he felt my wetness, the grin slid away, and was replaced by one of pure need.
Grabbing his cock in a fist, he ran the tip up and down my sex, coating the head with my wetness. He circled it around the bud of my clit, eliciting tiny jerks of excitement from me with each rotation.
“Please,” I moaned.
It was unintelligible, but he knew what I wanted because in the next instant, his cock was at my entrance, and slowly parting me.
My eyes closed, and my neck arched as he stretched me almost to the point of pain.
It was perfect. Fucking divine.
My hands clutched the bed sheet, fisting them until my knuckles turned white.
His eyes took it all in as he slowly sank balls deep inside of me.
I looked down, seeing the curly brown hair of his sex pressed against my shaved one.
My pussy was swallowing his dick, the edges of my entrance stretched wide to accommodate his girth.
He circled his hips, making me clench down hard on his length.
He moaned, pressing the palm of my hand down flat on my stomach when my back started to arch.
“Don’t move,” he pleaded.
That only meant one thing.
He was close to losing his hard-earned control.
And I wanted him to.
I contracted my pelvic muscles, squeezing his dick from the inside since he wouldn’t let me move anything else.
His eyes narrowed, and his breath left him in a rush.
“Stop,” he commanded.
I squeezed again, pulsating the muscles.
He pulled out and I felt empty, but not for long, because it wasn’t milliseconds later before he was slamming back inside.
My boobs bounced with the forceful movement, eyes squeezing tightly shut as I tried my hardest not to scream.
Because, t-shirt or not, if he kept it up, it wouldn’t matter what was in my mouth, I was going to get loud.
His abdominal muscles squeezed and clenched with each plunge and retreat.
His large biceps bunched as he lifted my ass up off the bed, giving him a better angle to work with.
My legs wrapped around his waist, but that must’ve been too constricting for him, because with a swift movement, he pulled each leg up and over his shoulders, leaning down until we were face to face.
I gasped, but the sound was drowned out.
Which he loved.
I saw the flash of excitement in his eyes as he took in the makeshift gag.
“Come fast,” he demanded.
I nodded.
I wanted to. Really, really wanted to.
My legs were pushed up by my ears, and my breathing was coming in sharp, desperate gasps as he plunged in and out of me. But with the new angle, I didn’t care much about breathing. My only focus was on the upcoming release I could feel building and building.
His hard cock was making loud, juicy sounds as he pushed in and out of me.
It started out small. Minuscule, really. But it slowly built until it was teetering on the edge, something massive that I only ever felt with Luke.
What pushed me over was his hand gripping the meat of my ass, squeezing tightly as he tried with all he had to
stave off his own orgasm.
Seeing the pain of his impending release wash over his face, I detonated.
Shattering into a million tiny pieces.
My gag did its job with the help of Luke’s mouth.
He slammed his down on mine and held it there as we both exploded into orgasm.
I could feel my sex slicken with his release and my eyes shut tightly as I relished in the new feeling.
He grunted with each jet of his cum that was shot from his cock.
He jackknifed up, pulling out to watch as the last remnants of his release poured from him onto my overheated core.
He caught it with his hand before it could get onto the bed, bringing it up with his hand and rubbing it into the lips of my sex.
He looked up, eyes flashing as he saw the state of my post-orgasm body.
“Every fucking time,” he growled sitting up to kneel at the end of the bed. “It gets better.”
I shook my head, shaking the gag from my mouth. “That’s ‘cause you’re going all caveman on me and I’m letting you.”
He shrugged. “Whatever the reason, I like it.”
I looked down at his still hard cock and shook my head. “Aren’t you too old to get it up more than once a day?”
He grinned. “I don’t know. Let’s go to the shower and find out.”
I was a fucking sucker. And I was fairly positive that I was going to be sore in the morning.
Again.
Chapter 18
Reese
“What the fuck?” Luke asked, pointing to the couple kissing in front of the bakery that Luke’s ex owned.
It took me a few moments to realize what I was seeing, and when I did, my mouth dropped open. “No!”
“Hey, that’s daddy! Stop!” Rowen yelled from the backseat.
Luke looked to me for guidance and I shook my head. There was no way I was going over there. “Keep driving.”
“Mommy!” Rowen cried.
I closed my eyes. I hated it when she cried. Especially when it came to her father. It’d always been the one thing that affected me the most. The one thing I couldn’t fix. I couldn’t be Rowen’s daddy, I’d never be able to fill that void.
Luke’s strong hand wrapped around mine, possibly noting the thoughts that were sifting through my brain. I looked up at him and he smiled at me.
Taking a deep breath, I tried my best to ignore the screaming of my five-year-old in the backseat. However, by the time we got home, it hadn’t abated and I was on the verge of screaming myself.
The moment we pulled up to Luke’s house, she unbelted her seatbelt and took off to Katy’s fort in the backyard.
When I went to follow her, Luke refused to let go of my hand.
“You’re only condoning that behavior if you coddle her. Let her work it out on her own,” Luke rumbled.
I wouldn’t have listened to him if we’d been at my place, but Luke’s house was in the middle of nowhere, and there was literally nowhere for her to go.
Pulling me into his side, he walked with me. One arm was around my shoulders, and the other holding the bag of half the city’s donuts in the other.
“I didn’t realize that cops actually ate donuts,” I teased, trying to get my mind off my daughter.
He gave me a look. Humor mixed with a hint of annoyance. “Do you realize how many donut jokes I get told a day?”
I held my smile in check. “No, how many?”
“No less than four a day. I don’t even go into a donut shop with my uniform on anymore. It’s beyond ridiculous,” he said, holding the door open for me.
Loud men’s voices assaulted my ears as I stepped over the threshold.
I was surprised to find the living room filled to the brim with large, beefy men in all states of dress.
I froze with Luke at my back, surprised to see his house filled.
“How’d they get in?” I whispered in alarm.
His large hand squeezed my hip. “They’ve got a key.”
I blinked, stunned.
I’d have to ask him why when they left. I didn’t want them all hearing me question why they were allowed in whenever they wanted.
I knew he had a good reason, but my own sister didn’t even have a key to my house. Why would they all have a key to his?
He must’ve sensed my hesitancy because he halted and turned to me, giving his back to the room as he looked at me.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I just kind of thought they’d at least wait until we got back. I would’ve cleaned up or something. I think my panties and stuff were on the couch,” I whispered.
He snorted. “Honey, we do this kind of thing at least once a week, and most of the time it’s impromptu. You’ll just have to make sure you don’t leave that stuff on the couch in the future.”
“Why are they here again?” I asked one more time.
He rolled his eyes. “Because we need to talk about what happened yesterday. Figure out a plan of action. Plus, we missed last week’s team morale meeting. This breakfast serves a dual purpose.”
I sagged in exhaustion. Would it have been too hard to give me just one day where I didn’t have to worry about anything? “Okay,” was all I could think to say.
After a quick study of my face, he touched my nose with the tip of his finger.
Then he grabbed my hand and led me to the only unoccupied chair in the room, which happened to be between Downy and another man with the most beautiful brown hair and blue eyes I’d ever seen.
He was just as tall, and just as big as the others, yet there was something about him that made me feel comfortable sitting next to him, even though I’d never met him before.
He wore a black long-sleeved shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Not an inch of skin showed on his entire body except for his hands and face. Even his buttons on the shirt were done all the way up.
I sat slowly, very aware that all eyes in the room were on me
Downy leaned forward and withdrew a kolache from the first bag he opened, shoving half of it into his mouth before his back hit the couch.
The rest of the men did the same, and I realized exactly why Luke had bought so much of everything.
These men could eat.
After Downy’s fourth kolache and third donut, I couldn’t resist.
“How are you not fat?” I blurted.
His eyes twinkled as he licked his fingers clean. Slowly.
My face flushed, and Luke, who’d taken a seat on the fireplace, growled. “Downy.”
I turned and saw him staring at Downy with an ‘I’m gonna kick your ass’ look.
“AC’s really into you,” the man on my other side said.
I turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “Who’s AC?”
He nodded his head in Luke’s direction. “Assistant Chief’s too long. We shortened it to AC.”
I blinked.
Luke was the assistant chief?
“What?” he asked, noting my shock.
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
“That word’s dangerous,” the man said. “I’ve learned with my first wife that nothing means something. But you don’t have to tell me.”
“This is Michael. Or Saint,” Downy said from behind me, tilting his head at the man I’d been speaking to.
“Saint Michael?” I asked, confirming I’d heard him right.
Michael shook his head in exasperation. “The boys like to make me out to be a saint. Let me assure you, I’m not.”
The sexual connotation in those two words was enough for me to be cleared of any and all credence that he was a saint.
That and the look he gave me.
The man wasn’t a saint. Far fucking from it.
“Mommy?” Rowen called from the doorway.
My head snapped around, and I watched as she walked through the throng of men and crawled into my lap.
“Yes, baby?” I asked.
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bsp; “I’m sorry, Mommy,” she whispered.
I kissed her nose. “I know, baby. It’s okay.”
“He said as long as I’m with him, nothing will hurt you.”
Mothers always understood their children. Mothers could understand something that other people would only comprehend as gibberish. And I would’ve thought that that would’ve been the case now, too.
Her words were garbled and distorted since she was still crying slightly.
Yet when those words left her mouth, I felt all the air being sucked out of the room as each and every man surrounding me inhaled deeply, freezing at my daughter’s words.
“What’d you say baby?” I asked, wanting to confirm what I’d heard.
“Daddy and ‘Nita fight. ‘Nita doesn’t like you,” Rowen said, looking up at me now.
“And did Anita say those mean things?” I asked, smoothing her hair out of her eyes.
She shook her head. “Yes.”
Luke moved, coming to kneel behind Rowen. His large palm laid against her back, touching her from shoulder to shoulder, where he then proceeded to question her like a suspect. A five-year-old suspect, but a suspect nonetheless.
I would’ve objected if she’d acted hurt or scared, but she was nothing but happy to answer every single one of Luke’s questions. As well as a few from the others as well.
In the half hour Luke spoke with her, I learned everything I ever needed to know about Anita and more.
For one, she liked sleeping with other men. TMI!
Two, she was only with ‘daddy’ because she got pregnant. Way too much TMI!
Three, she had a mouth like a trucker. Something that Weston had sworn to me that he wouldn’t do in front of Rowen. Obviously that same promise hadn’t extended to his wife.
Four, Anita and her father were loud at night. I hadn’t needed anymore explanation than that.
Fifty-seven, Weston was in love with someone who wasn’t his wife.
That one hadn’t needed any explanation today, either.
Not when we’d just seen him sealed in a lip-lock with Lydia less than an hour before.
Sadly, only one thing kept working through my mind.
That woman better fuckin’ believe that I’d be talking to her the next time I saw her. And come Monday morning, I’d be filing for custody. Full custody, with no visitation.
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