And although I loved the hell out of him, I wouldn’t fucking break! I wanted my sex a little rougher than what he was giving it, and I’d tried to tell him in every which way. He had an excuse list a mile and a half long, though.
‘I don’t want to hurt the baby’ and ‘I like doing you slow’ were two of his most used excuses.
“I… what did Memphis say, exactly?” Miller asked, looking at me warily as he started to drive us home
I crossed my arms over my stomach, feeling our son move underneath my hands, and gave him the silent treatment.
“Mercy?” he asked again.
I kept ignoring him, doing such a good job at it that I fell asleep after another couple of minutes.
I only woke up when Miller shut the car off and got out.
He started to walk around to my side, but I bailed out of the car as fast as my fatness would allow me.
“Mercy, please?” Miller moaned.
I flipped him off and climbed the steps, having to stall my forward progression when I realized that the door was locked and I’d left my purse, as well as keys, in the car.
Miller, ever the gentleman, opened the door for me, which I promptly stomped through, anger hot on my heels.
Whirling around, I started to wave my hands wildly. “What does it take to get you to fuck me harder than you would a fucking ceramic doll?”
Miller froze where he was, dropping his keys into the jar in the entranceway table and turned.
Slowly.
Oh, shit.
“First of all, I don’t fuck dolls. I fuck you. And all you had to do, baby” —he started prowling toward me— “was ask.”
I swallowed thickly as he yanked me to him, pulling me by my hair as he did.
I gasped, opening my mouth to cry out, but he shut me off by shoving his tongue inside my mouth.
He did me right there.
On the floor in the entranceway.
Something that we’d never have been able to do had Foster been there.
Pushing me down to my knees, steadying me as I went, he ripped his cock out of his jeans.
“Suck it,” he urged, pulling my face toward him.
Looking up at him, feeling my pussy practically scream in excitement, I took him into my mouth.
Miller set the pace, starting slow and steady, but slowly moving to hard and long.
He was using my hair to help guide my face, fucking into me with abandon.
“Oh, God,” Miller said, looking down at me.
My eyes connected with his, and I preened to see the desperate look on his face. The way his teeth gritted in anticipation. The way his eyes blazed with need.
Suddenly, though, he was just gone.
He ripped himself from my mouth, backing up several paces to put some distance between us.
“You suck cock like a motherfucking Hoover vacuum. Ditch the pants. Turn over.”
As I did these things, I kept my eye on him, wondering how far he’d go.
And go far, he did.
I blinked when his hands were on my ass, his fingers parting my folds as he sank one lone finger all the way to the hilt inside my pussy.
My mouth dropped open in a groan as he moved it in and out of me, slowly.
Wet, slurping sounds followed as he withdrew his finger.
Lining his cock up with my opening, he thrust roughly inside, giving me no time to recover from his invasion as he usually did.
This time, he started fucking me hard.
Hard, deep, and all-encompassing strokes as he held onto my hips for leverage.
“Oh, God,” I breathed, dropping down to my elbows on a particularly delicious thrust.
“Fuck,” Miller growled, pumping into me harder and harder.
This was what I’d wanted all along.
Unleashed Miller.
The man who didn’t try to put up that last little bit of fight to keep himself from hurting me.
He let go, and I liked it.
“Uhhh,” he groaned. “Touch that pretty clit of yours. Make yourself come or I’ll be going without you.”
Those words he’d just said turned me on. Knowing that this was all for his pleasure gave me my pleasure, and I burst into flames.
Going down right alongside Miller in a hail of sparks as my orgasm exploded through my body.
His thrusts behind me became jerky as he shoved once, twice, and a third time inside of me before his cock exploded. His release pouring out of him and bathing my womb in everything that was Miller.
“Was that rough enough for you, baby?” Miller asked as he pulled out of me slowly.
I felt his release leak down the inside of my thigh as he withdrew, and although I must’ve looked like a complete wreck collapsed on the floor on my side, I didn’t give one half of a shit.
I was fucking happy. Well and truly happy.
“Yep. Perfectly rough. Let’s do it again in an hour, okay?” I hummed in agreement.
Miller scoffed under his breath. “I’ll believe that when I see it. I seem to remember you saying you had a surprise for me.”
I smiled up at him, then offered him my hand.
“That’s right,” I said as he helped me stand to my feet. “I do.”
***
“Wow, who did this?” Miller asked softly as he ran his hand over the wall.
“Your brothers,” I said softly. “I tried to help but they wouldn’t let me.”
He turned and gathered me into his arms. “I love it.”
I knew he would.
It was a single blue line around the middle of the room.
The ‘thin blue line’ was a brotherhood of sorts. Once you were a cop, you were brought into a family. A family that would do anything for you and with you. They’d also protect your family if anything were to happen.
“The eagle on the wall over there is just a sticker. A massive, sticker. It’ll come off when he’s ready for it to,” I explained, pulling him over to look at the U.S. Navy sticker I’d had made.
“That’s nice,” he said, running his fingers over the edges, inspecting as he did.
I smiled, happy that he liked it.
“The last surprise I had to show you is in your room,” I said, pulling him along in my wake.
We ended up in his ‘man cave.’
I didn’t think it was originally supposed to be a man cave, but that’s what it’d turned out to be.
Foster and Miller had spent a lot of time ‘reflecting’ in there after Foster’s accident, and I felt that they deserved to have something special. So the guys and I had been working on it on and off since last Friday, and I’d finally finished.
Turning on the light, I stepped back and let him take it all in.
“Holy shit,” Miller rumbled. “You made me a bar!”
I grinned widely. “It also has three taps. You can put anything in there you want.”
His eyes took in the room.
The new bar. The military décor. The large American flag on the wall. The new leather chairs. The big screen mounted on the wall.
“Holy shit,” he said again, shaking his head. “How’d you do all this without me knowing?”
I shrugged. “Patience. And Foster was a lot of help, as well.”
Miller’s eyes turned soft, and he wrapped me in his arms from behind.
“Thank you, baby,” he rumbled. “I love you more than anything.”
“More than your Guns and Ammo Magazine?” I teased.
“Way more. Like tons more. More than my Shotgun News Magazine.”
I smiled.
Living with Miller hadn’t been easy these last few months.
I’d found cause to bitch at him over just about anything. My emotions going all over the place as my hormones took over control of my brain.
I knew I’d been rough, but I really and truly had the best husband in the world. One that would put up with my crazy mood sw
ings and rub my feet.
One that would bring me home donuts on his lunch hour because I’d been craving them and was too tired to drive.
Also one that didn’t flinch at having my water break all over his legs and boots.
“You didn’t just pee on me, did you?” Miller asked for confirmation.
“Nope,” I said instantly. “That’s a negative, Ghost Rider.”
***
“Who the fuck is Ghost Rider, and why does she keep calling him the son of Satan?” Foster asked from the other side of the curtain.
As I gave one final push through the most God-awful pain I’d felt throughout my entire life, I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“What’s that all over his face?” Miller asked when our child was pulled from my body and then unceremoniously dumped on my chest.
He had a whitish mixture of goo all over him, which was now all over my chest and hospital gown.
“That’s the vernix, Miller. It’ll wipe right off,” the nurse, Cheyenne, said, scrubbing my son’s back vigorously. “See, perfect!”
We’d realized about hour three of my eleven-hour labor, that Cheyenne was Sam’s wife.
Cheyenne was a beautiful blonde with hair nearly down to her butt, even in the loose ponytail that went down her back.
She looked like a goddess, while I looked like a big pile of steaming horse puke.
Miller still lifted his lip, sneering at Cheyenne. “That’s gross.”
Needless to say, Miller hadn’t taken too well to the birthing process.
Although he’d handled my water breaking on him, he hadn’t handled the screaming pain, blood, and…other questionable stuff, that came with it.
“I swear to God, you better have the goods covered, because I’m coming in!” Foster called from the curtained area.
I looked down at the doctor currently between my legs. “My va-jay-jay is exposed. Maybe you can take a trip to the cafeteria for a bite to eat and come back?”
I heard grumbling from the peanut gallery that was behind the curtain, but they left, leaving the doctor between my legs, and the nurse still cleaning off our son, and us.
“I make you tighter than ever,” the Chinese doctor between my legs said. “Like born again virgin.”
My doctor was, of course, out of town.
Instead, I’d had the on-call doctor looking after me, and let me tell you something, he was a fucking hoot!
He was the life of the party and had celebrated right along with me when I made it through another contraction.
“Okay, done here. Perfect for you once again, my dear sir,” Dr. Chen said, patting Miller on the back.
I tore, of course. The baby, who was a perfect blend of Miller and me, was worth it, though. Worth every single tear. Every single drop of blood. Every single painful tremor.
Miller blushed.
Actually blushed.
The baby was taken from my chest, and Miller followed him to the corner of the room where they weighed him and took his footprints.
“Let’s get you changed into something clean. Sound good to you?” the nurse’s assistant asked me once I was free and clear from prying eyes.
I took the opportunity to clean myself up while the aide changed the linens.
“Alright, there you go! Is there anything else I can get you?” the aide asked.
Before I could answer, though, the doctor who’d been checking out the baby started to sing.
“Happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy birthday dear baby. Happy birthday to you!”
Tears started to form in my eyes as the doctor kissed my son’s feet and then left without another word.
“Oh, God, that was so sweet!” I cried.
Cheyenne smiled. “He does that with each baby he delivers. It never fails,” Cheyenne said softly.
“Nice guy,” Miller rumbled, eyes still on our son in his arms.
“Alright, you two. I’ll give y’all about half an hour to an hour with this sweet bundle of love. That sound okay?” Cheyenne asked as she tossed her stethoscope around her neck.
I nodded my head, and she left with a wave of her hand.
Silence prevailed as Miller finally made his way toward me.
I was sick to my stomach.
On one hand, I wanted to hold the baby with all of my heart. Look at his features, smell his scent. Kiss him and smother him with love.
What I didn’t want to see, however, was any signs of Mitch in him.
“You ready?” Miller asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
I nodded, holding my breath as Miller placed our son in my arms then slowly lifted his cap from his head, and then unwrapped his tiny, bundled body.
Then I gasped.
“Oh, no.”
***
“I can’t believe he has the Spurlock cleft chin. He even has your curly hair,” my mother gushed.
“I can’t believe you stole our baby name!” Trance said animatedly. “That was our name! You stole it!”
“Oh, hush. You’re being ridiculous,” Sloan snapped at her middle son.
Micah snorted. “Your momma sure knows how to put you in line. Mercy, let her know if you need any pointers. These Spurlock boys are a handful. Even after they grow up.”
I smiled wide and snuggled into Miller’s chest. Our son, Samuel Adams, was nestled in the bed between us. His perfect five-pound body fitting into the small crevice between us like he was made to be there.
He was a perfect, albeit smaller, replica of his father, and I was so beyond overjoyed that I could barely keep in my happy giggles.
“I love you, Miller Genuine Spurlock,” I said quietly, brushing a kiss over his bearded jaw.
He turned into me, capturing my lips with his own, as he said, “Back ‘atcha, babe.”
Epilogue
You’re going on a date for Valentine’s Day? That’s cute, I’m going to listen to the police scanner so I can hear my husband’s voice. Oh, and most likely eat everything edible in the refrigerator.
-Police Wife Fact of Life
Miller
Valentine’s Day, one year later
“We just made Samuel a baby sister, I can feel it,” I murmured against my wife’s lips, rotating my hips to punctuate my claim.
She snorted and pushed until I rolled to the side, disengaging from her in a groan.
“If we did, then you have to help with diapers. I’m over this whole diaper business,” Mercy replied.
I smacked her ass as she got out of bed. “I’ll have to agree to disagree.”
She tossed me a ‘you’re so not amusing’ look over her shoulder and flipped the light on in our bathroom.
I rolled to my back and pushed my hands beneath my head, closing my eyes and sighing.
“You sound like you’re tired when I know for a fact that you slept in, and took a nap today,” Mercy said from the bathroom doorway.
She was brushing her teeth, the foam from the toothpaste running down her chin.
“And how would you know that?” I asked dubiously.
She grinned. “The baby monitor.”
I opened my mouth and then closed it.
“How’d you know it did that?” I asked suspiciously.
“You have an app for it on your phone. And it’s not hard to figure out what your username and password is. It’s been the same since I’ve known you,” she teased, resuming brushing her teeth.
I grinned unrepentantly. “You caught me. I just like to see you and Samuel during the day.”
She shrugged. “As long as you realize that turnabout is fair play.”
I nodded. “I never intended to keep that from you, it’s just that you rarely ever have a need for that since you had that handheld monitor. I never really thought to tell you what else it did. I only found it out myself a few months ago on accident.”
She shrugged and turned to rinse her mouth, filling a glass o
f water from the sink before she came back in the room.
She tossed me my underwear, which I slipped on while watching her pull on a nightshirt and panties.
My cock started to harden, but the only thing I did was pull her into my side once she climbed into bed.
My Mercy was a hard worker.
She was dedicated to her job, both as an owner of a business, as well as being a mom.
She took Samuel everywhere she went, whether it be her office or her job site. The guys in her employ loved him, and as long as it was safe, then I was all for not having to have my son in daycare.
Thump-thump.
“Your son’s awake,” she murmured into my side, sounding half asleep.
“Let him come. It’s alright,” I said just as tiredly.
There was just something about having Mercy in my arms that made me let go. Made me release all of the tension of the day, even if all I did the entire day was sit on my ass and do nothing.
The door to the room creaked open, and I heard the distinct sound of my son’s feet slapping against the hardwood floors before he was climbing up into our bed.
He didn’t bother announcing his presence with his voice, he only threw himself down on the bed between us, and squirmed until he was under the covers, exactly where he wanted to be.
We’d tried to discourage the act when he was around nine months old, but now, at a year and a few weeks, we’d yet to find a solution for it besides locking him in his room. Something neither of us wanted, so we let him do whatever he wanted.
Hopefully, just hopefully, in a few years, he’d start sleeping in his own bed. For now, though, I was happy. I liked having my family in my arms; the feeling was enough to make my heart full to bursting.
***
Valentine’s Day, one year later
I’m not sure what I thought would happen, me marrying her. One thing I could say for sure, though, was that I was in love with her now just as much as the day we married. There’s not one day I regret being married to her.
She’s a wonderful mother of two children, a perfect, supportive wife, and a loving, caring woman.
I was amazed by her, daily.
“I can’t believe she got this event set up so quickly,” my mother said at my side. “It’s amazing.”
I couldn’t either.
Slinging my arm around her shoulders, I pulled her close to me and rested my cheek against the top of her head.
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