He stepped back, grabbed his cane that was leaning up against the project Mustang, and hobbled slowly out of the room.
We watched him go, stunned and silent, wondering if we’d seen just what we thought we’d seen.
“Do you…am I…motherfucker. I want to be him when I grow up,” Michael breathed.
I laughed then, so happy that the old fucker was okay that I could barely see straight.
“This is Officer Spurlock, badge number 654,” I said into my mic. “Scene is clear. We’ll need a bus.”
***
“Look at your poor hands!” Blake cried to her grandfather for the fifth time.
We’d had Grandfather Rhodes cleared by medical personnel, then we’d taken him back to his home…even though Blake had flat out refused to leave him at home by himself.
“Listen, girl. I’m fine. I’m eighty nine, not twenty. I know how to take care of myself. Get in your godforsaken car and go home. Now,” the old goat growled, practically shoving his granddaughter out the door, then slamming it in her face.
The lock slid home, and the beeping of the alarm sounded quickly after that. Followed by the slow shuffling steps of him walking away.
“I can’t…I…what the fuck?” Blake sighed, shaking her head and turning on her heel to stomp to my truck. “What are you waiting for, Christmas?”
She tossed that lovely statement over her shoulder, making me want to laugh.
I managed to keep it in, though, following her to the truck, watching her ass sway as I did.
She was in the passenger seat with the door closed before I was even able to get to her, and I growled in frustration before getting into the driver’s side and starting the truck up.
“He’ll be okay,” I said soothingly.
She snorted. “I know that. The old goat is too persistent to die. I love the shit out of him, but sometimes he’s so stubborn and pigheaded.”
I tossed her a look, and stifled the urge to laugh once again. “And you’re not?”
She shook her head vehemently. “Absolutely not. I’m freakin’ perfect.”
I drove the three blocks to the apartment building and pulled into a front row parking spot, shutting off the engine the moment I was close enough to the curb.
“You know…” she hesitated, looking over at me. “There’s no reason for me to stay with you anymore. I’m safe. You’ve caught the bad guys. You could probably take me home…if you wanted.”
I ignored her idiotic statement, and instead got out, slamming the door behind me.
I was halfway up the steps to my apartment when her indignant growl of frustration followed me up the stairs.
“You’re a stubborn...” she climbed the steps, huffing and puffing the whole way. “Infuriating, butthead, annoying…you did not just close that door in my face!”
I had to laugh when she threw the door open.
“Welcome, welcome,” the bird crowed. “Molder, you pecker head.”
Did I mention her bird was annoying?
And a tattletale?
I’d made it into the bedroom after letting the dog out, and was in bed removing my prosthesis when she finally came in, Molder in her arms.
She glared at me as she dropped the beast in the bathroom, and closed the door behind him.
“You know what your problem is?” She asked, yanking the shirt off her body.
Her boobs popped free of her bra with the force of it, and my eyes immediately zeroed in.
“Hmm?” I asked, licking my lips at the sight.
Jesus, no control, Spurlock! Get your head in the game!
“What’s my problem?” I asked.
She narrowed her eyes at me when I finally bothered to look up.
“Your problem,” she said, stripping her jeans from her hips. “Is that you never take me seriously. I tell you something, and it goes in one ear and out the other. Is that something I have to look forward to for the rest of my life? Because I don’t think I can handle any more dumb men.”
My heart skidded to a stop, and then started pounding double time.
“You want to spend the rest of your life with me?” I asked, clarifying.
“There you go being dumb again,” she snapped, pulling her bra over her head and tossing it to the floor.
Her breasts bounced, and the day…the fighting...everything, flew out the fucking window.
All I knew was that I was taking her.
Right fucking then.
I leaned forward, snaked my hands around her waist, and practically ripped her panties from her legs.
Then I leaned back on the bed, jerked her up until she was straddling my face, and started to feast on her pussy.
Instantly, she was wet for me. So wet that she was practically pouring her essence into my mouth.
“Mmmm,” I growled against her lower lips.
I could feel my beard getting wet with her juices, and shook my chin to dig my tongue deep inside her.
“Oh, my God,” she breathed, her thighs clenching my head as I ate her.
Her hands went to my hair as she started to rock on my face, working herself into a rhythm that would quickly have her barreling towards her orgasm.
Before she could get too far, though, I quickly switched our positions, flipping her over onto her back and yanking her down the bed in one swift motion.
I jerkily yanked my cock out of my underwear, lined it up with her entrance, and thrust roughly inside of her.
I started to move, finding the fact that I was only standing on one leg the least of my worries as her pussy took me up to the hilt.
The way her sheath surrounded my dick was like fucking magic. Vagina magic that really had all the power in the world.
Something that could bring me to my knees easily if I let her. And boy did I.
“Foster,” she breathed, thrusting her hips up.
Not wanting her to have any leverage or control of the situation at all, I moved until only half of her back was on the bed, the rest of her being supported by my upper body alone.
Except then I found myself not having leverage myself, and fell backwards.
Blake let out a short scream as she fell from the bed with me, both of us landing on the floor in a heap.
My cock, however, was safe.
“Next time, don’t take that thing off when you plan to go all he-man on me, okay?” She asked, rolling me until she was straddling my hips.
I held the base of my cock and pointed it straight in the air, groaning incoherently when she sank down. Her pussy magic taking hold of me once more.
“Yes ma’am,” I managed to get out, urging her to move faster by placing both of my hands on her hips.
She giggled, but complied with my urging, riding me fast and hard.
The orgasm that I felt gathering in my balls earlier started to boil up my spine once again.
“Play with yourself,” I ordered her, watching as she did so.
Her hand went down, dipping down to touch the base of my cock as she moved up, gathering her juices.
Then she dragged those fingers up to her clit, and started making quick, frantic circles.
“Yes,” she said, throwing her head back.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, the muscles in my belly tensing when she started to contract around me.
Then she let out a strangled scream and ground her pussy down into me. Hard.
“Oh, Goddammit. Your pussy. Ugh,” I growled, jackknifing up until I was sitting up.
She laughed breathlessly as I started slamming her down onto me, breath leaving both of us in a rush as I finally came, cutting off both of our air supplies when I slammed my mouth down onto hers.
My come left my cock in a rush, spurting into her tight sheath so hard that I thought my spine had ripped out right along with it.
After our movements became less frantic, she raised her mouth from mine, and looked me in the eyes as she said, “See? Dumb.”
I leaned forward and nipped her lip with
my teeth.
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, slapping her ass then squeezing it tightly. “I don’t see you complaining, though.”
She glared. “Yet. You don’t see me complaining, yet.”
Chapter 27
The most deadly mammal on the planet is a silent, smiling woman.
-Note to self
Blake
1 month later
“What is it?” I asked Foster with a smile.
He pushed the box closer to me until it touched the tips of my knees. “Just open it.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, looking around the living room with my family surrounding me, and smiled.
It was a genuine smile.
Not one of the fake ones I’d been trying to pass off as real ones.
Everything was finished.
The people who’d been involved with the shooting of my father were caught, and I was free to live my life.
Although it didn’t necessarily feel right still, because a day never passed that I didn’t want to tell my father something.
“Just open it. I promise you’ll like it,” he said in exasperation.
Grabbing the knife he was holding out to me, I split the tape open and slowly opened the box.
Whatever was in it was wrapped in hot pink tissue paper, making it impossible for me to see what it was.
Standing, I bent over the huge box and unwrapped the paper.
The first thing I saw was the Texas State Trooper emblem on the front of blue fabric.
Looking at Foster sharply, I reached inside the box and took out what looked to be a blanket.
But I caught the very edge of it, which enabled the fabric to unfold itself, revealing the beauty inside.
“Ohh,” I breathed, tears immediately stinging my eyes as I took it all in. “Oh, my God, Foster.”
Turning to him with tears in my eyes, I threw myself at him.
“It’s beautiful,” I declared loudly through my tears.
Foster’s mother took the fabric from my hands and held one end out to Miller.
“Here, dear. Hold this so she can see it.”
I turned as a sob caught in my throat. “Oh, Foster.”
It was a quilt of epic proportions.
King sized, most likely, and it was made of t-shirts. All of them my fathers.
Uniforms, his favorite shirts, even what looked to be pieces of his bullet proof vest.
“Oh,” I cried. “God, it’s so beautiful.”
I may have been a tad bit emotional, but it was the best present I’d ever received.
I walked forward, trailing my hand along the direct middle square.
It was my dad’s uniform. The one I saw him in every other day for the entirety of my life.
The patch above his heart declaring him a Texas State Trooper, was absolutely stunning.
Then there was the t-shirt we got from Sea World when I was fifteen, when the dolphin sprayed him with a mouthful of water.
Or the one from Destin, Florida where I made him get a spray painted t-shirt of a turtle.
That had been one my favorites.
My dad had always been a pretty fun guy. Not caring in the least about what anyone thought. He only cared that his daughter was happy.
Then I got to the very last one.
The shirt that I’d last seen him in.
It was a simple faded black tee, but it meant the world to me.
I’d cried on my dad’s shoulder, and he’d hugged me and told me he loved me.
Forever that would be in my memories. Especially now that Foster had gotten me such a beautiful memento of my father.
I turned to him, but he wasn’t where I was expecting him to be.
Instead, he was on the floor, down on one knee.
He had a small velvet box in his hand, and he was looking at me with his heart in his eyes.
He had yet to strip out of his uniform, so his clothes were still stained with dirt and debris from what I could only assume was a scuffle, but would never have the guts to ask because I honestly didn’t want to know.
As long as he came home safe at night, I wouldn’t be asking. It was better not knowing.
If he wanted to talk about it would be a different story.
I’d always listen. For him, I’d do anything.
“My eyes are up here, sweetheart,” Foster teased, drawing my eyes from the floor to his face.
I grinned. “Yeah, I know. I was debating on whether or not I wanted to ask you what you did to get so dirty.”
He winked. “A misunderstanding.”
“What’s that you got there?” I asked, a smile overtaking my face.
He flipped it open, and my breath caught.
“It’s pink!” I said laughingly.
He grinned. “Yeah, I know. I searched high and low for this, and I think I came up with a winner.”
I was practically bouncing on my feet at this point, so happy I could barely contain the squeal of excitement.
“Well?” I asked when he took too long to ask the question.
“Don’t hurry me, woman. I’m trying to ask you to marry me. I just have to figure out what I was planning to say,” he snapped.
“Yes!” I said exuberantly. “Yes! Let’s do it now!”
He scowled at me. “I had this all planned.”
I shut my mouth, eyes going wide as I waited for him to get on with it.
He sighed, and stood. “There’s no reason to do it now. Put it on.”
I snatched the box away from him, grabbing the bright pink ring from him.
It wasn’t the normal engagement ring, but the man knew me like the back of his hand.
He knew I didn’t like jewelry. So he chose to give me something he knew I would like.
I’d showed him the things jokingly when I saw it on a website, but he’d taken it to heart, and remembered every word I’d said.
“You remembered,” I whispered, fitting the rubber ring on my finger. “It fits perfectly.”
He winked. “I listen…sometimes.”
“Isn’t that made for weightlifters or something?” Mercy asked as she came up to us to look at the ring.
I held out my hand to her. “Yeah, it is. But it’s more for an active person. I may not be as active as I used to be, but it’d be perfect if I decided to be the girl version of Arnold Schwarzenegger.”
Foster choked on his beer that he’d just put to his lips. “You will not become the girl version of him. I’ll have to leave if you ever do. There’s no way I can fuc- ow! I was just teasing! But really, there’s no way I’d be able to sleep with someone like that. I’d be too afraid they’d whip out a dick bigger than mine.”
Foster’s mom raised her hand for another go around, but switched targets at the next thing that came out of Miller’s mouth, hitting him directly upside the head.
“That wouldn’t be hard to do,” Miller snickered as he twisted away from the blow.
Foster stomped down with his blade, taking out the toes of Miller’s foot, causing him to scream. “Goddammit! I knew when you did that the other day it wasn’t on accident! That foot thing hurts!”
Sloan wrapped me in her arms. “Welcome to the family, baby!”
I hugged her back. “Thank you.”
“I haven’t heard yes yet. Have you heard yes yet, dad?” Miller asked loudly.
Foster glared, and I grinned.
“I haven’t heard a definite yes, yet,” Micah confirmed.
I winked and walked up to Foster, throwing my arms around his shoulders. “Do you even need to hear the yes? I’ll give it to you if you do.”
He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me in until I was knees to chest with his. “I think I can figure out that you want my body.”
My face turned a deep scarlet red, and I pinched him on the shoulder. “Shut up!”
He grinned unrepentantly, and then swung me around in a circle. “Now,” he said. “What are you making me for dinner, woman?”
I flippe
d him off and was about to reply when the phone rang.
Foster broke off to answer it, and I went back to admiring the quilt he’d had made.
It really was awesome.
And I would love it forever.
“Umm, sure. Hold on just a moment,” Foster said weirdly, causing me to look up. “It’s for you.”
He held the phone out to me, and warily, I took it.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Um, hi. This…you don’t know me. But I know you. And I’d like to meet you,” a woman’s hesitant voice said softly.
Chapter 28
Take a deep breath, you’re home now.
-Coffee Cup
Foster
I walked behind Blake, hesitant to let this happen.
I knew it was all very innocent, but I didn’t want her to freak out.
After doing a little digging, I found out just what the woman on the phone had wanted, and if I was right, it was going to make Blake cry. And I hated seeing her cry!
But I knew she’d want to do it, at least in the long run. So I didn’t tell her what and who she was meeting.
“Do you think that’s them?” Blake whispered at my side.
I followed her finger to the corner where a very beautiful young woman, and a little boy were playing in the corner.
“She said she’d be sitting in the corner and she’d be wearing red. I assume that’s her. The little boy that she said would be there is there too.”
“It’s her, honey. Go over there and talk to her,” I urged, giving her a slight push on the back.
She gave me a wide eyed look, but nonetheless started walking towards the table.
Selene Reynolds saw us when we were three tables away.
Her dazzling smile showed us just how happy she was that we’d come.
“Blake…Blake Rhodes?” Selene asked hopefully.
Blake nodded.
“Yes, that’s me. Nice to meet you!” She said politely, offering her hand to Selene.
Selene smiled. “And this…is this your boyfriend you spoke of?”
Blake turned her smile on me, dazzling me with its brilliance. “Actually,” she said. “As of two days ago, he’s my fiancé.”
Selene beamed.
“That’s wonderful! Congratulations! Sit down, sit down,” she urged.
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