“I walked over and was going to get Boomer to release when I guess it was Office Malone grabbed my wrist and yanked on it from behind. I had another flashback I guess because the next thing I remember is sitting on the sidewalk in handcuffs.” I stop talking and look down at my wrists.
The one that Officer Malone tugged on has a perfect ring of finger marks showing where he grabbed me. Right below that is a bruise from where the handcuffs were, the same on the other wrist, I must have been yanking on the cuffs pretty hard to leave bruises like that. I haven’t looked over the rest of my body, but I can tell based on the soreness I feel, especially on my cheek that I probably have some dark bruising.
I look up and see that both guys are focused on my wrist. Their eyes are blazing with anger. I know Anthony had seen the bruise on my wrist already but I’m guessing had thought it was from the bad guy, not an over-zealous cop who doesn’t know his own strength. I bruise easily, but the darkness and clarity of his fingers show that he was definitely holding too tight. I bring my other hand up and absently rub at the bruise like I can magically make it disappear.
“Okay that matches up with witness statements we got. Except when you said about flashbacks or missing time you were apparently fighting like you thought your life was on the line. One of the witnesses described it as ‘ninja shit’ I believe.” Dom is clearly trying not to laugh at the last thing he said.
“I guess I used stuff from my Krav Maga class. I can’t do the rear defense moves without flashbacks, but I watched them all and guess my mind went straight there. Once I got the guy from behind me I would have disabled him so I could run away, so something must have happened if he was able to run. I really am sorry for what I did to the officers, though. My mind would have just perceived them as threats too.” I close my eyes thinking about how much of a mess I am.
“Well I’m glad your instincts kicked in and kept you from using logic. The guy who grabbed you turns out to have a record as long as my arm for everything from theft to sexual assault. He claims he just grabbed your arm, and you went nuts on him, but we have plenty of statements that say he grabbed you by the neck and was dragging you down the alley before you started fighting back. The reason you didn’t disable him was as soon as he let you go, Boomer jumped on him and knocked him away from you before chasing him down.” Dom explains looking at me with respect. Apparently proving I could take care of myself made him like me, instead of looking for someone who wants me in a lovely white jacket.
I lean down and give Boomer another kiss on the head and then scratch his ears. I’ll have to buy him a big fancy bone or something as a reward for being such a fierce protector. I know Anthony told me about how protective Mastiffs are, but hearing it and experiencing it are two different things. I glance up and see Anthony is smiling at Boomer, but it looks forced. I wish he was closer so I could hold his hand or something to get him to calm down.
“Now Officer Malone, he has had a couple of complaints against him, specifically from women but nothing has ever come from it. I’m going to be looking into it some more, and looking up his old partner to see if he has anything to say. No charges are being pressed, and it looks like the guy who grabbed you is probably going to take a plea deal. We still need to get photos of your bruises while they’re fresh just in case. Do you have any other ones besides your wrists and face?” Dom gestures to the camera on the coffee table I hadn’t paid attention to until now.
“I truthfully don’t know. I haven’t looked yet. I crashed when we came home last night and didn’t get a shower this morning. I was going to get one when we got done before getting ready for the cookout.” I answer honestly eyeing Anthony carefully. It is the truth but also I am worried about how he will take any evidence of what happened yesterday. I can see how much it torments him in how he’s looking at my wrist and looks at my face.
I gently urge Boomer off of me so I can turn around and pull my shirt up to show the guys my back. I hear both of them gasp and then practically start growling so I know it must look as bad as it feels. Just the act of pulling my shirt up has tears in my eyes. I had been careful all day to avoid lifting my arms too high due to the pain that started at my back and circled around my rib cage making it hard to breath. I figured that out this morning but had been ignoring what it might mean.
“Okay babe, we’re going to the hospital. You need to be checked out. I’m sorry I didn’t look at your back last night. Why haven’t you said anything today?” Anthony looks like he wants to yell at me and shake me at the same time as wrapping me up in cotton and keeping anything from hurting me.
“I really hate hospitals Anthony. Add in that it’s my back and that’s double reason not to go. Just because I stopped being in denial over us doesn’t mean I’m not still the Queen of Denial over other stuff babe,” I tell him honestly as I try to wiggle my shirt back into place. I freeze as Anthony very carefully grabs the hem of my shirt on the sides under my armpits and pulls it down.
“Okay Micina, I understand. I’ll be with you the whole time, so will Dom. We’ll keep you safe and keep you from doing anything you might regret. You definitely need to get checked out and figure out what damage was done, though.” He turns me around, so he can cup my face and give me another one of his soft kisses that I feel down to my soul. I allow myself to sink into the kiss and focus entirely on him as he slowly helps piece me back together with his gentleness.
“Okay, but what about the cookout? I was really looking forward to ribs today.” I ask with all seriousness. The ribs have been marinating in the fridge since yesterday and I don’t want to have to wait any longer for them. I wish someone else were here so we could load them in the smoker and they would be ready for me when we come home.
Right at that moment Boomer runs over to the window and starts barking. As if I summoned them Big Tony pulls in with Joe right behind him in the big black beast. I start laughing at the idea of summoning people to deal with my meat needs.
“Ok, let them deal with setting everything up. Quick trip to the hospital and then back here for your delicious meat.” I turn and laugh at the expression on Dom’s face. He clearly needs to hang out with the family more. I don’t know if he’s shocked by my words or the fact that I’m more concerned with eating ribs that my well being but something clearly shocked the hardened police officer.
“Come on chuckles, let’s go and then you can have all the meat you want.” Anthony jokes as he leads me to the front door.
21
Anthony
“Inferna Gattina get back here and let’s talk about this.” I yell after Lindsay as she hops out of my truck and stomps around the house to the backyard where she knows Frankie is. I chase after the crazy woman I love while worrying over her ribs and humor over her current snit battle for supremacy. At least it’s better than the pure rage I felt earlier when I saw the massive bruise on her back.
“Frankie! Where are you bitch? Get your tiny pregnant ass over here.” Lindsay shouts as she stomps around the house in a full rage. I’m fighting so hard not to laugh. Right now she totally looks like the cartoon character whose hair turns to flame. I truthfully have no idea why she’s mad at Frankie but at least she’s not threatening me at the moment.
She stomps on to the deck determined to get to Frankie but is distracted by the ribs she was so hungry for earlier. I go ahead and laugh as she grabs a plate and a couple of ribs before continuing on with her mission to find Frankie. I just follow behind and prepare for the show that’s coming. I have a moment of genius and grab my cell phone and pull the camera up, so I can record this just in case Lindsay or Frankie want this moment kept for prosperity.
“What’s wrong Lindsay? Are you okay? What did the hospital say?” Frankie awkwardly climbs to her feet, I can tell she’s trying to rush but she’s already big enough she’s awkward on her feet, I can only imagine how big she will look by August. I already asked Joe if they didn’t somehow miss a baby when they did the ultrasound. I hope for her sake that
she’s one of the women that shows quick but doesn’t grow much more in her last trimester.
“I’ll tell you what they said bitch! They said I’m knocked up! This is all your fault!” Lindsay rants between bites of rib meat. I’m so glad I’m getting this all since it looks like Joe had to leave to handle the Saturday dinner rush at his restaurant. This level of crazy of our girls is rarely reached but when it is, you either end up laughing until it hurts or running for cover. I’m praying this is going to be one where we all end up laughing.
“Wait, how is this my fault? I didn’t hold you down and assault you with a turkey baster. Why aren’t you going after Anthony? I’m pretty sure he’s the one who fertilized your garden!” Frankie walks up and steals one of the ribs off Lindsay’s plate while she’s busy defending herself. I really hope the recording isn’t bouncing with my hysterical laughter.
“I’ll get to him and his super sperm that laugh at birth control later! You were the one who mentioned me having his babies, you put it out there in the universe and gave his super swimmers the idea! Admit it you’ve been secretly hoping I get knocked up too so that our kids can grow up together and end up married!” Lindsay shrieks as she grabs the rib back and starts eating the other side.
“Damn straight I’ve been hoping it happens you stubborn heifer. I love you and since we won’t marry each other, you know since we like sex with peni, our kids getting married is the second best thing. Now give me my damn rib back!” Frankie tries to pull the rib back and the two crazy women I love, in different ways but still, proceed to play tug of war over a rib. Dad clearly delusional fills two plates with ribs and tries to use logic on them. I can tell he’s excited over the bambino with how he’s grinning ear to ear. He finally admits the futility of trying to reason with the two of them when they’re like this and puts the plates down for when the fight eventually winds down.
“Frankie, I don’t know how to be a mom! This kid is going to be so screwed up. I’m going to need to start a psychiatrist fund instead of a college fund.” Lindsay cries out close to tears, yet oddly still holding tight to the rib. She hilariously leans forward to take a bite while they’re still fighting over the rib.
“Oh like any kid of Anthony’s would ever be close to normal. Just do like anything else you do and watch other people and then do it better. You’re fiercely loving and protective so you have half the battle done already. You’ll be the best mom ever.” Frankie avows before she leans in for her own bite. I allow myself a brief moment of imagining them taking a bite at the same time. I’m just a man, any other guy would be thinking the same thing too.
“I love you so much Frankie. I still can’t believe you wished this on me.” Lindsay finally realizes that they’re fighting over a bone with no meat on it and let’s go reaching for the plate my dad is holding out to her. I luckily didn’t stop recording so I get my dad giving her a big hug and her smiling and not flinching much when he accidentally touches her back. As soon as the moment is over and he lets go I stop recording and put my phone away preparing for her to turn her wrath on me.
“And you can keep your devil penis away from me! I should have known better than to let you near me with that pierced monstrosity! Get that happy and proud look off your face! We’ll see how happy you are when I’m waking you up at 2 in the morning to get me nachos with pickles and ranch, and a side of gummy bears. Have you realized I can’t have coffee by the gallon now? I’m only going to be able to have a single cup of coffee a day.” Lindsay rants as she turns her anger on me.
“Yes, I know. I plan on alerting the masses later, so they know to duck and cover. I will happily get you whatever you want no matter what time it is. I will even get you beef jerky and cinnamon roll ice cream. You love my pierced monstrosity. I love you so much Micina. You’re going to be the best mom ever. Marry me, Lindsay.” I grab her by the hips and pull her in tight so I can grind my pierced monstrosity into her stomach.
“I’m not marrying you just because you managed to be the .01% magic sperm creator! Plenty of people have kids without getting married.” Lindsay rails as I grab her ass and pick her up and start walking in the house straight to my bedroom. I remember her ribs at the last minute and gently place her on the bed instead of tossing her like I originally was going to.
I’ll never forget being in the emergency room with Lindsay and finding out she was pregnant with my child. Apparently my local hospital has a policy of doing a pregnancy test prior to taking x-rays when a woman is sexually active. Lindsay faithfully takes her birth control and hasn’t been on anything to interfere with it so we were both shocked when the doctor came in and told us that she was pregnant.
The doctor wasn’t comfortable with doing a x-ray with her being pregnant so he carefully listened to her lungs and did a whole bunch of tests like using the ultrasound machine on her side. He determined while her rib is bruised, it definitely isn’t a displaced fracture and didn’t damage her lung or any of her organs. He was a great guy and avoided touching her back as much as he could, working together we managed to keep her from having any flashbacks. He also checked out her face and said nothing appeared to be broken. I think Lindsay got through everything by obsessing on the astronomical odds of her getting pregnant. I’m pretty sure she can give you an exact number of times we should have been able to have sex without getting pregnant before we reached the mythical .01% time.
I reached into my dresser drawer where I put the ring I bought a couple of months ago. I open the small box and wiggle the silver ring out and slide it on Lindsay’s finger. The ring is as unique as she is and hopefully she likes it. It is silver with four skulls that hold the round garnet stone and have small diamonds for their eyes. As soon as I saw it, I bought it knowing eventually I would get it on her finger, we’re just as inevitable as the public transportation system going on strike.
“You’re not even going to ask me?” Lindsay asks incredulously without even looking at the ring. I helpfully pick her hand up and put it in front of her face so she has to see the ring itself.
“No, I’m not. If I do, you might argue with me, which would just be a waste of time. We’re as perfect for each other as this ring is for you. We fit, Lindsay. No one else will ever manage to amuse, irritate and make me as happy as you do. I knew six years ago you were it for me, and you still are. You’ll always be it for me, Lindsay.” I tell her before kissing her finger right below her ring.
“Well in case you were wondering I would have said yes. And also, I get to mock you for years to come over this proposal,” she tells me before sitting up to kiss me. Her soft lips rub against mine and I press harder and coax her to open wide for me. I run my hands up her legs and grab her shorts, pulling them and her panties off at the same time.
Like always when faced with her bare pussy, my control tries to go flying out the window, but knowing she’s hurt I keep a tight leash on it. I pull her thighs open wide enough to fit my broad shoulders and lick her from asshole to clit repeatedly. I pause to nibble lightly on her pussy lips before zeroing in on her clit. I suck on her clit while sliding two fingers deep inside her. She’s so tiny and tight and despite her joking earlier about my dick being a pierced monstrosity it does look huge with how small she is.
I keep sucking and nibbling on her clit while fingering her, I work a third finger in with the two inside her to make sure she’s stretched out enough to fit me without any pain. I feel her lock down around my fingers and greedily lap up her juices that are pouring out of her at this point. I pull back when I feel her go limp. I tug off my jeans and climb on to the bed between her legs entering her in one smooth motion.
I grab the back of her legs and carefully pull her legs up watching her face for any sign of pain. I stay balanced on my knees, so she’s not taking any of my weight. I look down and stare at my dick plunging in and out of her. I’m captivated watching how she stretches to take me perfectly. I hold back initially knowing she can’t take my full length at first but as her moans get loud
er I push deeper and deeper until she’s taking all of me. Her tiny tits bounce with my motion and I can’t resist leaning down to pull her shirt over her head. I nibble around her breasts avoiding her nipples until she’s mindless with need and trying to pull my head to her hard nipples. I indulge her and suck hard on them making her shudder and cum on my cock.
I finally allow myself to cum as well. All I can think as I feel myself pulsing and shooting deep inside her is that she’s having my baby. It makes me feel potent and manly at an elemental level I can’t even begin to explain. If I could have, I would have bent her over in the hospital and fucked her senseless. We’ll have to work together if I’m ever going to take her from behind but we have years to get to that point. Now that I have her, with my ring on her finger I think we can accomplish anything.
I grab her under the armpits and scoot her up gently as I knee walk farther on to the bed before rolling to my back reversing our position. I run my hands over every inch of her outside of her back keeping her nice and relaxed for the moment. I can tell when she comes back down when she tenses up and sits up staring me in the face. I brace waiting for which subject she decides to yell at me for first.
“I can’t believe you carried me up here and fucked me while there’s a barbeque going on! Frankie probably stole and ate all my ribs!” She screams as she scrambles off of me and starts pulling her shorts back on.
“Lindsay, I’m a butcher, I can make you ribs whenever you want.” I joke as I sit up and fix my own pants. I walk to the dresser and grab a clean shirt since I worked up a sweat fucking my fiancée. I run my fingers through my hair shoving it back into place and laugh watching Lindsay do the same with her own.
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