I was understanding exactly what she was saying.
I’d been fit in, and by being fit in, I’d have to make do with the accommodations.
“Fine with me,” I shrugged.
Tiffy nodded once. “Good. If you start to feel poorly, or you think something’s wrong, you’ll have to call the cell number that was given to you. Or yell. Yelling will likely get you a slower response though since we can’t really hear you all the way back here. Any questions?”
“No, ma’am,” I denied.
She narrowed her eyes. “All right, well, see you in about four hours, hopefully.”
With that, she turned and left, but came to an abrupt halt when she nearly ran face first into Landry.
“Oh, sorry. Didn’t see you there,” Tiffy said to Landry.
Landry gave her a small smile. “It’s okay. I didn’t mean to sneak in or anything.”
Tiffy waved it away. “These floors they have down to keep the ones beneath from being ruined are magical. I need to get some put in at my own place to keep my dog’s wanderings in the middle of the night from waking me up. Bye.”
With that she skirted around Landry and left, leaving us both watching each other in surprise.
“Abrupt, isn’t she?” Landry teased.
I grinned. “A little bit.”
I wouldn’t ask what she was doing here.
I knew why she was there, just as well as I knew why I’d wanted to ask her to come with me and didn’t.
I loved her, and I wanted her to be with me.
It didn’t matter whether I was at home watching TV, at a club party, or in the damn hospital getting IV antibiotics. I wanted her with me, and I wouldn’t apologize for that.
“Come here,” I ordered.
She did, walking farther into the room.
Stepping over the large extension cords and tools that were piled up in the middle of the room—it looked like the nurses had done a cursory effort to clean the room up before they’d allowed me in here—she came to my side.
Her eyes automatically looked around the room, and she frowned.
“I was going to stay, but there’s not a chair to sit in—not even one of the uncomfortable ones.” She looked so forlorn that it took me a lot longer to come up with a solution than it probably should have.
“Sit with me,” I said. “The bed’s big enough.”
She looked pointedly at the really small bed—at least it was ‘small’ when I was in it.
I was not a small man by any means, but we’d made it work before.
“Come on,” I urged, scooting over until I was on the very edge. It left her about ten inches to lay her body—and even more, if she draped herself over me. “We’ve done this before.”
Her eyes lit, and a smile curved up the corner of her mouth. “We have, haven’t we?”
Yes, we had.
It’d been one very memorable camping trip.
As she dropped all of her stuff on the table next to mine and shed the t-shirt she was wearing that left her in only a camisole, I started to talk about my memories.
“My favorite thing about that night was your hair…”
***
“Omg, this was the worst idea ever!” Landry cried from the seat behind me.
I turned and looked at her over my shoulder, nearly choking when I saw what she was referring to.
Her hair had been wet before she’d left the house, and since the helmet had covered the top of her head, it was still damp. The bottom of her hair, however, was not.
Now, looking at her without the helmet on, I nearly laughed.
The top of her hair was curly from about her ears up. Now, the bottom? Well, it was straight as a board from the wind whipping through it on our five-hour bike ride.
“Don’t laugh,” she growled.
I held up my hands in surrender. “I’m sorry. It’ll never happen again.”
She rolled her eyes and tried to smooth the hair into something presentable, but ultimately decided that she would just put it up into a bun on the top of her head. Which, I had to agree was likely the best option at that point in time. Without a way to wet her hair down and start over, it was going to stay in its weird state.
And, seeing as we were at an open field without any water whatsoever, she wasn’t going to be fixing it any time soon.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Ready, Freddy,” she confirmed.
I pinched her ass and led her up to the bonfire, saying hi to a few friends I hadn’t seen in a while, and introducing Landry to them as I passed.
“How do you know all these people?” she asked warily.
I’d invited her to an MC party, and she’d instantly agreed. But as she was looking around the area and seeing all the wild bikers drinking and having a good time, I was sure that she hadn’t realized what she was getting into.
I barely hid my smile and pulled her in close to my chest.
“I know some of ‘em.” I paused. “Like that guy right there chugging his beer? That’s Casten Red. He’s a member of the Uncertain Saints. That one over there in the corner with the woman draped all over him? He’s a member of Free, though they’re not an official motorcycle club. Once or twice a year we get together and have a big party. Multiple motorcycle clubs from all over the state show up.”
She swallowed. “I’ve never been to anything quite so…rambunctious.”
I snorted. “Don’t worry, honey. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
Six hours later, everyone was tired, totally sated from the shared cooking, and well on the way to being ready to go to bed.
Which was why I’d pulled the sleeping bag out of my saddlebags.
Landry looked at me warily. “Uhhh, what are you doing with that? And what the hell is it?”
I grinned and unzipped it, causing all the air to rush in and inflate the bag.
“It’s a vacuum bag that I sucked all the air out of when I got my sleeping bag in there,” I paused. “Otherwise it wouldn’t have fit into my saddlebags.”
Her smile grew as she looked around and saw a lot of the other people doing the same. “We’re gonna sleep here in the middle of the field?”
I nodded and pulled the sleeping bag out of the vacuum bag and then unrolled it next to my bike. “Sure are.”
Her smile was bright then. “I don’t know why I’m so excited about sleeping on the ground, but I am.”
Grinning, I bent down to unzip the bag and tossed it to the side. “Take off your pants and shoes and climb in.”
She looked around the immediate area and frowned.
“Don’t worry, baby. They’re all doing the same thing you are.” He paused. “And it’s so dark that they’re not going to see a thing.”
Biting her lip, Landry followed my directions, starting with first her boots and then her pants. She did it so fast, though, that even I could barely see her.
“You could’ve at least given me a small show,” I teased.
She giggled, making my heart lighten. “I’ll remember that for next time…your turn.”
I went about getting undressed much more slowly than her, and by the time I was laying on the sleeping bag next to her and zipping her up, I was horny as hell and needing her.
Having her zipped up so tight next to me was making my heart and other things do funny things.
“We’re not doing it right here in the middle of a field surrounded by a hundred other people…”
“No?” I teased, pulling her lithe body closer.
When I did, she could clearly feel my erection, and it wasn’t lost on me that her nipples were hard as diamonds.
“No,” she whispered, sounding like she was trying to convince herself she meant no rather than convincing me.
“Okay,” I murmured, twisting her so that she was back to my front, and my cock was pressed up tight to her ass crack. “We’ll just go to sleep then.”
We staye
d like that for long minutes, and not once did her body calm down enough to relax. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her…there was no doubt in my mind. I just had to wait patiently…
A small moan pierced the quiet of the night, and I knew that I wasn’t the only one in the entire field who was on the verge of getting some.
***
“That was the worst ten minutes of my life,” Landry whispered. “I wanted you so freakin’ bad, but I was fighting my every instinct. The mere idea of having sex with you in that field made my blood run hot…but my brain said that I shouldn’t do it…shouldn’t want it.”
“But you did,” I paused. “And it was hearing all those other people quietly doing it, too, that finally convinced you.”
She shivered against my side, and I felt my cock stiffen even further.
The loose sleep pants that I wore were doing nothing to conceal the erection that was tenting the front of my pants.
Landry tried to ignore it, but there really was no ignoring the thing. It bounced and bobbed with each beat of my heart, causing her to laugh.
It always had.
She liked that my dick had a mind of its own.
She also liked to play with me—to torture me—just because she was so fascinated by it.
Her favorite thing in the world was to order me ‘not to get hard’ and then play with my soft cock.
And, okay, who the hell wouldn’t get hard with their wife’s hand on their dick?
That’s right, nobody.
But, I did try.
It usually took me thinking about an arrest that was particularly difficult or having to do something repugnant like cleaning vomit out of the back seat of my police cruiser, but I did manage to get about one to two minutes before I just couldn’t take it anymore.
How did I know it was one to two minutes? I watched the clock while it happened.
“I want to touch it,” she whispered, sounding tired.
I snorted. “Then do it.”
Her eyes flicked to the door and back to my dick, which made it jerk.
“The nurse told me that she didn’t have time or enough staff to check on me tonight,” I said. “She flat out said that I’d need to call her if I had any problems, too. Trust me when I say, they won’t be coming.”
She looked torn for all of five seconds, and then lifted the waistband of my sweats up with one finger, peeking inside like it held a present for her and she just wanted to get a small peek.
That lasted for all of three seconds, and then she was pushing the band of my sweats down and over the length of my cock.
I growled a low curse and hissed when she moved the band even lower so that it was laying against my balls, causing my dick to stick straight up in the air with the added support. Not that it really needed the support, but still.
“If they come in here,” she whispered. “I’m going to be so freakin’ mad at you.”
I reached for the little light switch on the bed, ignoring the way my goddamn leg screamed when I moved it and hit the switch.
The room around us plunged into darkness, and the only light there was to be had was the green glowing numbers on the remote control laying on the bedside table.
I’d just settled back into the bed, relief swamping me from no longer having any strain on my leg when I lost what little breath I’d been able to regain as her tiny hand closed around my dick.
It jumped in her hand, and my balls rode up even closer to my body, and I practically started to count in my head to keep myself from coming.
I could masturbate for a goddamn half hour while watching porn on my phone, but goddamn if one tiny little touch from her goddamn soft hand didn’t bring me to my knees.
“What are you thinking about?” Her breath whispered across my lips, and I groaned.
“You,” I said. “Your hand wrapped around me. The way you make me feel. The way that I can’t seem to hold onto my control when you’re anywhere around.” I searched for her mouth with mine and found it when she closed the distance.
Our lips met in heated fervor, and I growled as her tongue slipped into my mouth.
I’d never been much of a kisser. I didn’t like kissing—the goddamn mouth was a hot zone of bacteria and other things that really grossed me out—but Landry had always been the exception.
My tongue dueled with hers, and my gut clenched as I tried to tell myself not to come.
“Baby,” I panted against her lips, pulling back only slightly. “Take those sweats off and get on top of me.”
She did as I asked, moving with haste to do exactly what I’d asked of her.
Moments later, her hot pussy was settling down over the saddle of my hips, and my dick was in heaven.
A thought occurred to me, and I moved until I was on my side and she was directly in front of me, her back facing my front.
It put us in the perfect position for me to take her while also being covered up on the off chance that a nurse did decide to come check on us.
I hiked her leg up and curled my arm around her thigh.
“Put me inside of you,” I ordered, sawing my cock back and forth between her exposed pussy lips.
By the time she reached for me, I was thoroughly coated in her juices, and I was yet again on the verge of coming.
My breaths were coming fast, and the feel of Landry’s thigh in my hand had me thinking such naughty thoughts.
The skin right near her panty line was so goddamn soft that I wanted to rub my lips against it, make my beard give her a burn that said ‘Wade’s been here.’
But then she latched onto my cock and guided it to her entrance, and I lost the ability to think.
The only thing I was able to concentrate on was the way her tight pussy enclosed over my cock.
She reached for the blanket as I thrust inside of her hard, filling her up completely full without a second to think.
A squeak left her throat, and she threw her head back, narrowly missing slamming it into my chin.
I leaned forward and latched my teeth onto the cord of her neck and started to thrust into her roughly.
“Cover us up, baby,” I ordered.
She blindly searched for the blanket that she’d dropped and yanked it over us—just in time, too.
Because moments after she pulled it up and settled it over both of our hips, a nurse’s voice sounded from the hallway, causing both of us to freeze.
Seconds after that, my cock throbbing inside of her, the door pushed open as a woman started to speak.
“…Not sure if it’s in here, but hell, I’ll look. Oh, crap! I forgot it was in use…I’m so sorry! Do y’all, erm, need anything?” The nurse wasn’t wearing the same colors as the other nurses I’d seen, so I assumed she was a student.
“No,” Landry sounded tired, drugged. “We’re fine. He’s doing great. I hope you don’t mind, but I had to use the bed since there wasn’t a chair.”
“No, not at all,” the girl smiled. “I can bring you one.”
Landry waved it away. “We’re okay right now. When I’m ready to have some room to myself, I’ll come ask for one.”
The woman smiled. “Okay…you can go back to sleep now.”
“Thank you,” Landry cheerfully replied.
All the while she was holding an intelligent conversation, I wondered what in the hell it was going to take for the woman to go the hell away.
I was literally dying, and all the while she was talking, Landry was squeezing things inside of her.
And then the door was closed, and I couldn’t help it. I ruthlessly fucked her, barely waiting long enough for the door to close behind the woman.
And then I was coming, and Landry was, too.
I immediately hated myself when my leg’s throbbing finally overcame the euphoria.
“I love you, Landry,” I whispered into her ear, trying not to relay how much pain I was in. “And I’m glad that you came tonight.”
I snorted and pulled out of her, loving the small cry that left her lips. “Both, baby. Both.”
It wasn’t until two hours later that our perfect little world was shattered.
Hoax was whispering furiously into the phone, and I had to start him over twice to understand what he was saying.
“Someone just burned Landry’s place to the ground.”
With those eight words, our worlds changed.
Chapter 13
I doubt whiskey is the answer, but it’s worth a shot.
-T-shirt
Wade
“You’re doing an excellent job, and you’ve not received any complaints from anyone per se…”
My brows lifted, and I waited for the chief to continue.
“However, I’m getting feedback from your officers that you’re intimidating and hard to work with,” the chief finished.
I blinked once then felt my lips twitch before I took pity on the chief and replied, “I can either pass a drug test or keep being me…it’s completely up to you which one of those you choose.”
The chief rolled his eyes.
“You’re making them sweat, and this should be a more comfortable environment to work in than you’re making it. All I’m asking is that you dial it back a bit and allow them to do their jobs without pissing them off,” he continued as if I hadn’t just said that it would take me doing drugs for me to be nice to them.
I frowned. “If you’re talking about Watson and Peterson, I really can’t help what I did. They were in the wrong.”
The chief sat back in his seat, causing the leather to creak and the plastic to strain as his big bulk stretched the limits of the weight capacity.
The chief was a big man and definitely wouldn’t be able to pass the department’s physical any longer.
Really, none of them would.
“Tell me what they did that was so wrong,” the chief ordered.
I crossed my arms over my chest as well, mimicking his stance.
“They tried to get out of their physical test by bribing the physical education teacher that we use through the high school. I caught them in the act while out at the course, teasing the shit out of the teacher. Bayou was there if you don’t believe me,” I explained.
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