“Thank God.”
“Our sweet Marzee’s ten, a perfect blend of both of us, still calls you Daddy and has you and her namesakes, Marilou and Grandma, wrapped around her little fingers.”
“Pretty much.”
“We wanted babies, and we got them.” Talia finally looks to the left side of her dresser. “Whoa. What’s this?”
“Happy anniversary, Mrs. McGrath.”
“Dylan! We said no gifts! Come on!”
“Just open it.”
“No! I’m pissed at you!”
“Oh, well.”
She glares at me, which makes me laugh. Talia then opens the velvet box. With wide eyes, she whispers, “What the hell? Are these diamonds?”
“Hmm. That’s not what the cereal box said.”
“They’re huge. These must have cost as much as our house payment.”
I laugh. “Um, sure…”
“Dylan McGrath! More than that?”
“No…”
She holds up the open velvet box and makes a face. “Where in the hell did you get the money?”
“A shakedown last night on South 9th. Lucky me.” Her frown escalates. “That’s not a nice thing to ask the guy who gave you an anniversary gift.”
“If the guy who gave me a gift like this doesn’t want to remain celibate for the rest of his life, he’ll tell me.”
“Talia, I wanted to do it. They’re not the first diamonds I’ve bought for you. We’ve been married twenty-two years today. That’s huge.” I met her when I was only twenty-two. It’s kind of a special number to me.
“I thought we agreed just to go out to dinner Friday.”
“We’ll still do that. Chase and Lynz will be here with Marzee.”
“What about Cruiser?”
“Really? We can’t even trust him to feed the cat.”
Staring at the box, Talia mumbles, “I feel horrible I didn’t get you anything.”
With a melodramatic sigh, I grin. “Well, what the fuck do I have to do to get a blow job around here?”
Talia swiftly looks up from the earrings. “Oh. So, is this like a bribe?”
Uncertain of where she’s going with this, I laugh. “Are you asking me that as your husband or a police officer? Because that offends both of us.”
Talia shrugs. “Either.”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah. Sure. A bribe. For what?”
“My dad, a cop, bribed for fucks. Big money. Maybe diamonds. Who knows? You’re a cop, and you fuck me regularly, so maybe this is like a retainer I didn’t ask for?”
I notice she’s serious, and my irritation is immediate. I sit up and coolly ask, “You’re really comparing me to your father, a criminal who’s now an elderly man, rotting away in prison for a laundry list of crimes, including what he did to you?”
“Sometimes I still think that maybe I’m delusional in thinking…”
“That your life is a lie? That I’m out to trick you, after all these years? That I’ll up and leave, laughing that it was all a ruse? That you can’t trust me, your husband, and the man who fathered your children?”
“Marriage and fatherhood don’t guarantee trustworthiness.”
“But you don’t believe I love you? Soon after we met, I wanted to spend forever with you. After only two months of dating, I flew across the country and proposed in a diner. Now, it’s been over two decades, Talia, and I haven’t convinced you yet that I’m trustworthy and will never intentionally hurt you? Where in the hell is this coming from?”
She crosses her arms and avoids my glare. “I don’t know. Even after two decades, sometimes it’s hard to believe I have the life I wanted. There are moments when I think you’ll want a divorce. Maybe you’ll want a woman who’s…”
“Don’t fucking say it. I love our kids, but I’d give up the world for you. I shot your ex to protect you from yet another monster in your life, knowing he could’ve shot me first. But I did it anyway. You dumped me in your driveway and then dragged me to your back seat for a good riddance fuck. I was in the worst pain of my life, but I did it anyway. I beat up Tristan because I thought he took you away from me. I knew there was a possibility I’d lose my job, but I did it anyway. I had unprotected sex with you multiple times, knowing what could’ve happened, but I did it anyway. Because you’re my everything, I regret nothing. So, what you said hurts like a motherfucker on our anniversary, the day I vowed my life, fidelity, and love to you above all and everyone else. Sound familiar?”
Talia frowns and drops her watery brown eyes to the diamonds. Her breaths tremble. “You’re right, Dylan. Oh, my God. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so defensive and suspicious. You’re the one person I trust with my life, and sometimes I lose that amid the noise of those ghosts haunting me still.”
My anger subsides as I watch her grapple with wounds I’ve tried to heal but can’t reach them all. Talia wipes her cheeks with the back of her hand, removes the earrings she’s wearing, and replaces them with the diamonds. As she studies them in the mirror, she mumbles, “I shouldn’t wear these to work. I don’t want to lose them in the studio during a class.”
“I’d rather you lose them than for me to lose you.”
In the mirror, she wipes more tears as I lie back again. My attention falls to her ass in her stretchy black skirt. After giving birth to four kids, she’s hotter than fuck and turns me on every time I watch her move. I just can’t always act upon it now. When I catch her gaze in the reflection, I whisper, “Come here.”
Talia comes to the end of our bed, climbing over me until her lips hover above mine. She whispers, “I’m sorry I accused you of something horrible. You don’t have to bribe me for anything. I willingly give myself to you, not because you bribe or force me, but because I love you so very much, Dylan.” Talia leans down and kisses me, which I readily return. I cup her cheek with my hand as our kiss heats up, but before I get too far gone, she stops to say, “The only thing I got you is another baby.”
My heart stops as I study her face. “I swear to Christ, if you’re not joking, I’m cutting off my nuts. I’d love our kid, but damn.”
She giggles through her teary eyes. “Even without my tubes tied, I’m pretty sure I’m past my baby-making years.”
“We conceived Marzee on reliable birth control, I doubt nothing.”
“Your cum is determined.” I can’t argue with that. “Your parents have four, with twins even.”
“Dean McGrath has more patience than me.”
Talia’s tits skim my chest, and I harden against her hip. She asks, “So, what can I get you for our anniversary?”
“Just you.” But my sudden smirk makes her roll her eyes.
“You didn’t stick to the deal, but you want me to give you a BJ?”
I shrug. “Or a quickie. They’re both free. Your hubby would be forever grateful and brag about you at work.”
She smirks, and it turns me on even more than her tits. “I knew there was a catch.”
“Nope. No catch. I like to give you nice things. You deserve them for everything you put up with in our crazy life.”
“I love our crazy life together, and we have four gorgeous kids. You’ve given me way too much. Thank you for all of it. Happy anniversary, baby. I fall more in love with Lynn’s final and favorite recruit every single day.”
I sweep my hand over her cheek as I watch the diamonds twinkle in the sunlight. Totally worth the expense. “Her favorite. Sure. She still busts my balls. Last time she visited, she complained I marinate steak wrong. And of course, it’s all my fault I knocked you up that fourth time, too.”
“She doesn’t think that.”
“She accused me of not keeping my hormones in check. I was thirty-four years old. So, I agreed and told her I was so amped up that I dislodged your IUD and opened the floodgate.”
Her mortified frown is the highlight of my morning so far. “Oh, my God, Dylan! You did not say that!” I did.
I shrug. “It shut her up.”
Talia’s exasperate
d smile makes me laugh as I rub my hard-on against her leg. “Lynn cares. You’re basically her son-in-law. She loves you.”
“Shit. Where’s my Glock?”
“Next to mine. Stop teasing.”
I sigh but laugh at her pout. “Besides having most of our kids, meeting that cute waitress with an attitude to rival mine is the best thing that has happened to me.”
Talia smiles and glances at the clock. “Won’t you be late for work?”
“Nope. They know I’ll be in later this morning. You?”
“Not when I’m the boss.”
“That is fucking hot.” I shift her to thrust my hips against her crotch. “You can boss me around anytime.”
“And I do. But it’s hot when you do every now and then.” Grinning, Talia tries to pull away, but I clutch her arms and kiss her.
Grabbing her ass, I push her against my groin, and we moan. Breathing against her mouth, I say, “I have an appointment this morning with my wife on our anniversary. I want you to fuck me so damn bad.”
“I was saving that for tonight. I bought something lacy and skimpy.”
“Don’t care. Don’t need it. I know I’m making you wet.”
Talia sucks in a loud breath. “I don’t know. My husband might not like that I’m with you.”
“You’re right, Talia. Your husband would lose his goddamn shit if you fuck another dick. He went through that before when you thought his career mattered more to him. Unlike then, he’d pull the trigger without a second thought, and you’d have to visit your husband on death row. I promise you that.”
When Talia smiles, I don’t, and her eyes widen. It’s the truth. Licking her lips, she lifts my T-shirt to kiss my chest. Her lips drift down to the waistband of my jeans, where she unzips my fly, freeing my trapped hard-on. She whispers, “Take off your jeans.” She moves, and I get up to remove them and then plop back down onto the bed. Talia then returns, kneeling between my legs, and takes my dick into her hand. When I gasp, she strokes me with a grin. “So, this dick is all mine. Whatever should I do with it?”
“Fuck it with your mouth or pussy.”
“Will it get me out of a speeding ticket, Sergeant McGrath?” One of her favorite go-to sexual taunts.
As she bends to lick me, I groan, “Baby, you can commit any fucking crime you want. I won’t tell. I’ll even help you cover it up.” Talia’s lips and tongue graze my shaft, up and down, and I pant as my hands go to either side of her head, trying not to mess up her hair, so she doesn’t have to end this sooner to fix it before leaving. “Talia, your mouth.” I feel her smiling as she sucks the tip.
Talia slides me in and out, taking me deeper each time until she gags, and I harden even more in her mouth. I used to hesitate when she encouraged me to gag her, but she claims it turns her on because she trusts me and knows I would never hurt her, though she endured childbirth four times because of me. Now, I get into it with her, turning me on too.
As I hold her head, Talia strokes as she licks. “You like sucking that dick?” She nods with me in her mouth, and when she again swallows me to the hilt, I hold her head as I thrust deeper. “Every inch if you want out of the speeding ticket.”
When she gags, I let up on her so she can breathe. Talia then resumes licking my shaft and stroking me. A knock on our bedroom door makes us jump. “Hey, Dad, are you in there?” Why in the hell am I shocked? He graced us with his presence on our wedding night. Why would today be any different? Now, he’s as old as I was when I became a cop, except he’s going into journalism. Life is fucking mind-blowing.
Looking at Talia, she smiles as she again tongues my dick. I try to push her away, but she works faster. Holy fuck. Clearing my throat, I say, “Yeah, Chase. What?”
“I didn’t know you’d still be here. I’m on a break after my first class. I want to talk to you.”
Enjoying this, Talia sucks me fast and steady, going for the blow. I’m torn between my wife giving me a blow job, and our adult son on the other side of the door, waiting for me to answer. “Uh, can it wait?”
“I guess, but I was thinking about something you said the other night. It’s about Finley.”
“Yeah. Okay.” Shit. What the hell does he want to talk to me about her? He better not have knocked her up like I did his mother when I was only half a year older than him.
I watch Talia trying like hell to get me off, and I hold her head while shoving into her mouth. Chase then says, “I don’t really want to talk to you through the door. What are you doing, anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be at work? You know, protecting Richmond?”
“I’m kind of busy. We’ll talk later. I promise.” Feeling the build, I quietly pant and whisper, “Stop. I want us to fuck.”
Talia concentrates on the tip as she strokes faster. In the hallway, I hear Chase go into his bedroom across the hall. Talia and I don’t get much time alone together, and it’s our wedding anniversary. We had the house to ourselves until later. I want to yell as I come, instead of us quietly fucking once a week. We’re over forty and still have to sneak around to get any.
Chase returns, asking, “Where’s Mom?” Talia lifts her head, leaving me thrumming. Her beautiful and devilish grin earns an exasperated frown from me. I need her to stop doing this before I reach the point where I don’t care what Chase hears me say as I come in his mother’s face.
Not answering our son, Talia takes my exasperation as fuel and again consumes my dick, leaving me teetering on the fine line of ejaculating or losing my hard-on. I’m frustrated with my son for his cockblocking interruption, but I’m hesitant to tell him I’m busy fucking his mother’s mouth.
My voice cracks like it did in seventh grade. “Bathroom.” Again, I hear Chase leave, but he yells other things from his room. I tune him out this time. He’s never this talkative. Figures. It’s like he’s four-years-old all over again, banging on the bedroom door when Mommy and Daddy were in the middle of a much-needed quickie. He had been coloring and watching cartoons while Cruise napped. But that time, I lost my hard-on, and all was lost.
Determined not to let that happen, I whisper, “I want to split you open. Now.”
Still sporting a wicked grin, Talia returns to my dick. I’m close when her tongue assaults my shaft at just the right spot and the perfect rhythm. I beg, “Make me lose my mind. Fuck, I need it.” And when Talia kisses and tugs on my balls, I groan, “I’m going to come.” But Talia doesn’t put me in her mouth. Instead, she licks my shaft as she hovers her hand above the tip, and I shoot against it. “Shit.” Cum drips from her fingers, and she licks it from my dick like a melting popsicle. Again, taking ahold of her head, I drive between her lips, pumping in and out. “All of it, Mrs. McGrath, or I’ll cite you for the expired tag, too.”
On her stomach, giggling with a mouthful as she kicks her legs behind her in the air, Talia licks and swallows every white drop, including from her fingers and wedding and engagement rings. Conflicted, my softening dick twitches. I whisper, “Fuck, I love watching you devour me.” Talia lightly squeezes the tip and sucks the remainder I have to offer her.
Talia then sits back as I pant. Wiping her mouth, she says, “I hope you liked your anniversary gift, Sergeant McGrath.”
“The best, baby. As always. I might get hard at work thinking about this.”
Talia laughs. “That one you’ll have to jerk off on a break. Am I free to go?” Before I answer, she gets up to leave, but I grab her arm and use a modified maneuver I use at work to flip Talia onto her back, hovering above her before she realizes what happened. I’m still fast, despite the bum knee. Talia gasps, “What the hell?”
“I never said you could leave.” Instead, I reach up her skirt, cupping her pussy through her underwear. “You’re soaking wet, baby.”
She bites her lip and presses into my hand. “I’m always wet after blowing you. Or looking at you. Or smelling your scent. Or brushing against you. Or kissing you. Or when you say my name when we’re making love. Or when you say you love
me.”
Sliding my fingers into her wet underwear crotch, I finger her, making her moan. “I love you, Talia McGrath.”
She sighs. “I love you too, Dylan.”
“After what you did to me, I’m starving. I hope you have something for me to eat.”
Talia moans loud enough that Chase probably heard it. “It’s okay. You gave me earrings.”
“There’s one more thing I want to give you, and it’s your turn to boss me around.” I hear my fingers slipping in and out of her, and I can’t resist anymore. Removing my fingers from her, I lick them, making Talia practically growl as she watches. I then yank down her underwear and skirt, dropping them with a limp thump to the floor. I spread her legs, and when I kneel, my knee aches, but I’ve had different degrees of pain for almost twenty years.
From the hallway, I hear Chase ask, “What are you doing home?”
I then hear another familiar voice. “I felt sick. Why in the hell are they still here?”
Chase says, “I don’t know. You skipped, didn’t you? Cruise, our father is a cop; a highly regarded police sergeant, no less. Why do you pull this crap? And what about Lynzee? You just left her at school?”
“They have these things called school buses. A real innovation. Our little sister will be a trailblazer. She’ll star in the movie and win awards. Tour the world. Ruin lives. If you’re that worried, you pick her up.” Smartass kid.
I look at Talia, who’s alarmed, but I won’t let her be. We’ll deal with Cruise later. Bending, I kiss around her pussy, teasing her, but Talia whimpers. Glancing at the door, she’s now conflicted about the McGrath boys hearing us. She whispers, “We can’t just do nothing.”
“We’re not. I’m making love to their mother. Our sons can wait.”
“But…”
“Forget them. You have the right to remain silent. Got it?”
She shakes her head with an amused grin. “You really said that?”
“Anything you say can and will be held against you by my tongue. You have the right to an earth-shattering orgasm—”
She giggles. “Okay! Okay! Are you throwing me in jail?”
“At least we’d be alone in our own cell. I have connections.”
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