by T L Osborn
“You okay?” I ask Jake as his eyes dart towards the woman in question.
“Yeah, just keeping an eye on her as any good friend would.”
“Friend, huh? Seemed like you two were having more of an argument earlier.”
“We were, but over a movie. I know it’s a dumb thing to fight about.”
I shake my head. “No, it’s not. Sasha and I have those arguments all the time; she loves one movie and I don’t, but that’s why we are perfect for each other.”
“Do you ever think I can have that?”
“What?”
“A life of happiness with someone.”
“Are we talking about a certain someone or just anyone?” I ask him.
He arches an eyebrow at me. “You can’t take your detective hat off for one night, can you?”
I chuckle. “Nope.”
“Show time boys, and I’m nervous and excited all at once. I can’t wait to see my bride.”
I chuckle. “Dude, she’s perfect for you. Get up there and marry her.” I make my way through the crowd, back over to Sasha and slide my arms around her. Jake comes over to be with Steph and we find seats whilst awaiting Riley’s arrival.
Sasha squeezes my hand during the ceremony, cries as the vows are said, and claps loudly as our friends are announced as husband and wife.
“Do you want a huge wedding?” I ask as we’re twirling around the dance floor.
“Nah, I think I want something simpler and smaller, or even to elope. Hawaii would be great to have a wedding at, and then we could honeymoon there too.”
“So you’ve thought about marrying me?” I ask.
She blushes as I pull her close, so we’re dancing cheek-to-cheek. “You’re the only man I’ve ever dreamed of marrying, Toby. Just the destination, dress and venues have changed over the years.”
Good to know. “I love you, Angel,” I whisper.
“I love you too.”
Once the festivities have ended, James and Riley are getting ready to set off for their wedding night. Sasha has argued with both James and Riley and feels like she’s kicking them out of their own home for the night, but they don’t mind going to a hotel to continue their party, though I’m pretty sure James just wants a night away with Riley; to know they can lay in bed without dogs disturbing them.
Sasha is packing the dishes away and I slip out of the room without her noticing. Time to give her something special.
Staring at myself in the long mirror of her room, I make sure I look good. I look passable mainly due to not working out as much over the last few weeks, but the doctor has given me a medical certificate to see a physiotherapist and I'm allowed to start working out again with Jake watching me.
Sighing, I put on my hat to complete the uniform. Sash will find this sexy no matter what.
Show time.
Sasha
“Angel, have you seen my phone?” Toby hollers through the house.
Looking around as I’m putting the last dish away, I see it sitting on the coffee table.
The man would lose his head if it wasn’t screwed on.
“It’s here on the coffee table.”
“Can you bring it to me?” My shoulders slump, face drops and I roll my eyes. Does he not realise that I still have stuff to do?
Why can’t he come and get the damn thing if he wants it so desperately?
Stomping my way through the house, I make my way to where I thought I heard his voice—our bedroom.
“I don’t know why you couldn’t have come and–” I stop mid-sentence, dropping his phone onto the lush carpet as I get a good look at him.
Holy fucking hell he’s so handsome, sexy and lickable in his uniform.
I stand there, taking him in for a few moments. He’s holding a wine bottle in one hand and is giving me a deliciously wicked look.
I’m in for a good night.
“Officer, what can I do for you?” I ask him, stepping into the room and closing the door behind me.
He grins wider and steps towards me. “Miss Reeves, you’re under arrest.”
“Am I? What have I done?”
He rakes his gaze up and down my body. My pulse rises along with my blood pressure as my body reacts to his stare.
“You’re charged with being too damn sexy.”
“Does is come with a sexy punishment?”
“It might. I haven’t decided how to punish you yet.” I step towards him, feeling bolder than ever as I unzip my dress and let it drop to the floor. His reaction leaves me stunned. He growls and practically tosses the bottle aside.
“You’ve been wearing that all night?”
“I take it you like this?” I ask.
“Like it. I fucking love it.” He slides his hands onto my waist and as he spins me around. He grips one wrist and then pulls my other behind my back, then reaches over to the bed and grabs what I recognise as the handcuffs I used on him. Wrapping them around my wrists, he asks, “Are you comfortable? They’re not too tight?”
“Nope, just perfect.”
“Excellent.” He bends me over the bed, then ties something else to my ankles and spreads me wider, exposing my naked pussy for him. “Jesus woman, you’re not wearing anything beneath this little skirt.”
Suddenly, I feel his hands on my thighs. I’m not afraid, but more turned on by the dominance he’s displaying. He rubs over my ass until I’m begging him to touch me where I so desperately need him.
“Please ,Toby,” I beg.
He rubs his fingers between my legs, slowly over my clit, and then back up, teasing me, before I feel something wet slide there, replacing his fingers.
“Oh my god,” I gasp.
Turning around I find him kneeling between my legs and I realise his tongue is currently licking my pussy. He doesn’t stop, only quickens his movements. Only, as I’m about to come does he stop and slaps my ass.
“That’s your first punishment.” He chuckles as he removes the restraints from my ankles but not the ones from my wrists. He stands me up and spins me around. Thrusting his lips against mine as he deepens the kiss, he slides my breasts out of their bra to begin toying with my nipples. I’m helpless to his touch, craving him. I need to touch and taste him.
“Please let me out, I’ll be a good girl, Officer.”
He chuckles. “I don’t think so. You haven’t learned your lesson yet. Get on the bed. I’m going to strip and there’s nothing you can do but watch.” I do as I’m asked with a little help from him. Spreading my legs wide, he takes a long lick between my pussy. “Oh baby, you do want to have sex don’t you?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I moan.
“Soon, my love.” He gets off the bed and comes over with the wine bottle, opening it and pouring a glass. Taking a sip, he begins his little dance of teasing me. Removing his shirt, then pants, he leaves on his hat and boxers. He comes back over to me and dips his thumb into the wine, rubbing it over my lips. Opening them, I suck it into my mouth, allowing the sweet fruity liquid to wash over my tongue. He dips his thumb again into the liquid and rubs it over my neck, before climbing on top of me to kiss me and suckle. Groaning, I lift my hips against him, desperate for more action. More wine licking ensues, from my chest, nipples and stomach, then he finally drips some down my pussy before licking me wild.
“Toby, I’m going to come,” I beg of him, but before I can say another word, my world spins on its axis as he drives the orgasm home with one final lick of my clit, shattering me into a thousand pieces. I’m breathless, sweaty and desperate to touch him. He rolls me over, undoes the handcuffs, lifts my hips and slides his cock just where I desperately need it the most.
“Are you sure this position won’t hurt you?” I ask, turning around to face him.
“You’re worried about causing me pain when I’ve just slid inside you without protection?” he grins.
“Well that’s a little more important…wait what?” But he pulls his rock hard cock out, then thrusts back in again, this time deeper,
making me forget what I was saying as my body shakes. “Don’t fucking stop.”
“I don’t plan to, baby.”
Thrusting in and out of my pussy slowly is the hottest thing he’s ever done. Once, twice, over and over again, our hips move as one. My orgasm won’t be small, and I try to hold it off because I’m petrified of hurting him. “Angel, don’t be scared. Just let go. I want to feel you come all over me.”
I thrust my hips back to meet him as I lower my torso to the bed.
“Holy fuck,” he growls out from behind me. “So fucking sexy.”
My breathing tenses and my orgasm rushes through me like a huge gust of wind. My body cramps up as I feel myself grip his cock for dear life. With one large thrust, I feel his cock thicken and warm cum shoot into me like a rocket.
“Holy. Fuck,” he groans out, not stopping his movements until he’s completely finished.
“I think we’re going to need a shower.”
“Fuck the shower, I’m not finished with you yet.”
True to his word, we spend the rest of the night making love all over my room.
And as I lay there watching him sleep once we’ve showered and are back in bed, I realise I don’t want to live another day without being by his side. That’s when I’m struck with an idea. One that is so brilliant I doubt he’ll see it coming.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Toby
“Good morning, beautiful.” I lean over Sasha to give her a kiss goodbye.
Her eyes flutter open and she looks at me. “Wassa time?”
“Just after five.”
“Why are you waking me so early?” She grabs the blankets and rolls over, tucking them over her head.
Ripping them off her, I cover her gorgeous face with kisses in an attempt to keep her awake and annoy her at the same time.
“It’s my first day back at work and I’m going to miss watching you get dressed this morning.”
“You only love seeing me get dressed to see what I’m wearing underneath, so you can tear it off me later. You owe me a lot of lingerie.”
“And I said I’ll buy it all back.” I kiss her lips as I pull the blankets away to grope her breasts.
“Hey, we don’t have time for that.”
“I know, but I wanted something to keep me awake today. I’ll miss you, baby. See you after work. I’ll be here about 7:30. Jake and I are going to hit the gym after I finish work.”
“That’s fine. I’ll have dinner ready for when you get home. I really don’t want to go to work today.”
“Think about it this way; only one more week and you’re on holiday for two weeks.”
“Where are you taking me this time?” she asks, giving me a cheeky grin and I know she’s not serious.
We loved Sydney together, but since I’m only just starting back at my job today. I don’t have the leave to go anywhere this time. Perhaps next year I’ll take her there for her birthday.
“Sorry, not this time, Angel, but maybe another one.”
Quickly giving her another kiss, I tuck the blankets back around her as Henry and our newest household member, Lemon—the white, caramel and black-coloured puppy we have adopted together—wander into the room. Stretching down, I pick the puppy up since Henry is good at jumping onto the bed by himself and he snuggles against Sash.
“You two be good today. Henry, no peeing in the room again, dude.” With one final kiss for Sash, I leave her and the pets in bed and exit the house, heading for work.
“Have a good day,” Sasha hollers from the room.
Along the drive, I think about asking her to officially move in, though it’s like she has. We’ve hardly stayed at James’ and Riley’s in the last few weeks, mainly on a weekend when we’re there for dinner and I have a few games of poker or pool with the guys and too much whiskey.
My shoulder is healing nicely, though I’m still seeing a physiotherapist to keep up with the movement and make sure I can get back to full strength. Physio did say that since I’ve taken up pilates with Sasha and Riley on weekends, it’s helped. I’d never have believed it for myself if I hadn’t tried it.
Of course, Jake, Simon and James give me shit about joining the girls, but I kick their asses later at pool when I can flex my back lower to get the balls into the holes.
After a reasonably quick drive into the city, I stop to grab myself a takeaway coffee, and head into the station.
Walking through the familiar halls is almost like coming home after a long absence. I put my bag and jacket in my locker, grab my jacket and hat and make my way out to my desk.
“Boss, you’re back, finally.” Matt chuckles as I place my coffee down on my desk.
“Sure am and I’m ready to work.”
“Oh, good man, because all those files on your desk are yours. Welcome to your new workload.”
“Well, they did say light duties. I suppose searching through files is light.”
“You said it, boss.” Matt laughs. He takes a seat at his own desk opposite from mine. “How’s Sasha doing?” he asks.
“Great, man; really great. She’s recovered really well and I think she’s still in a little shock about the events, but she’s been seeing a counsellor over the last few weeks and drinks with the girls have helped too.”
“I’m glad. Seeing her like that made me go home and hug my wife a little tighter. That was scary. And if you guys need anything, just let us know.”
I lean back in my chair while I wait for my computer to turn on and sip my drink. “Actually, there is something you can help me with.”
“What’s that?”
“All this fucking paperwork.” I chuckle.
He bursts into laughter. “This place hasn’t been the same without you around. Hell, I’ve missed you, man.”
I missed you too.
Turning my attention back to the computer, I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and take it out. Opening it, I see a photo of some very sexy lingerie.
Jesus Sasha I’m at work.
The message below it reads:
Sasha: Hey, baby. This is for your eyes only. Now you know what I’ll be wearing tonight when we’re alone. Have a good first day, handsome. XX
Me: Missing you, gorgeous, but that lingerie won’t last long. XX
Rubbing my hand through my beard, I need to do something about making her mine forever so she doesn’t get away from me again.
James said it right the other night: life’s too short not to live. Hopefully Sasha will move in by Christmas and then, by the New Year, I’m hoping she’ll be my fiancée or at least by her birthday. I also need to decide if I want to shave my beard. She’s probably going to kill me over it, but hey, she said she’d like to see me without it. For old times’ sake.
Sasha
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Toby says as I enter his house to spend the weekend with him.
Well, I’m hoping it won’t end up that way since tonight is the night I plan on telling him I’m moving in with him. I’ve got everything planned: a romantic dinner, dessert, then I’m going to slip into something sexy and we’re going to drink some wine, then play a game of Spin the Bottle. Only, I’m putting my own twist on this one.
“Oh yeah, what would that be?” I ask, walking towards the bathroom where I hear his voice coming from.
He turns to face me and I just about drop everything on the floor. His beard is gone, not just tidied up, but completely shaved off. He’s clean shaven and while I love it, he looks about ten years younger.
“This certainly is a surprise, and it will take some getting used to, but I think I will eventually adjust.”
“Oh, you like the no beard. It feels different and it’s colder without it, but that isn’t the surprise. I’ve decided to get the bathroom renovated on this place, make it bigger and add a new spa bath in the room as well as a new shower, sink and toilet.”
“You are? What made you decide this?” I ask.
“Well, I know how much you enjoyed the spa
bath in Sydney and well, I thought I could put one here since you’re staying here more often.”
“I love the idea, babe, but you don’t have to do it just for me. I want you to want to do it.”
“I do want to do it. It’s time it was done. This hasn’t been changed in ten years.”
“Are you going to put in a bigger mirror, because the thing you have now is pathetic.” I laugh.
“I know it is and yeah, I will. I want you to pick it, but I’m just getting a quote for now; the final decision will be made based on that.”
“So what will happen to the spare room sitting beside this bathroom? If you’re going to make it bigger, then you’ll be making that room smaller.”
He shrugs. “I haven’t thought about it. Now, go get changed, or shower or whatever you do when you get home from work, and I’ll pour you a glass of wine which will be waiting for you once you’re done. Also, we have the house to ourselves tonight so we don’t need to worry about Jake.”
“Awesome. Now go so I can shower and get out of these clothes.”
He exits the bathroom and I turn on the shower, waiting for it to heat up. Stripping out of my clothes, I jump into the scalding water and wash away the grime and muck from today. Washing myself down properly, I hum away to some tune. I can’t wait to tell Toby I want to move in with him. Once I’ve showered, I get out and dry off. Drying my hair down with a hair dryer that I left here last week until it’s semi-dry, I make my way to the bedroom.
As I pass the lounge, I take a quick look at Toby who’s in the dining room, drawing something onto a piece of paper. He doesn’t even notice me.
Dropping the towel, I slip into the blue chiffon lingerie that I bought for that sexy dance I did for him a few months back. That night was one of the sexiest of my life and Toby didn’t even make me feel good, the lingerie made me feel like a sexy queen. Tonight, I need that same bold feeling to emerge. I slip on the matching silk robe and grab the empty wine bottle I stashed up in the wardrobe and make my way back out to the lounge to tell Toby I want to move in with him. I’m hoping he’s agreeable.