Detective's Orders (Curvy Girls Club Book 4)

by Alexa Blue

  Next to – Visit the theme park, I see that Nate has added his name and today’s date.

  I turn, and some of my hair catches his face. He grabs a handful and pulls it to his nose to get a whiff. “Seriously? Anyway, I can’t do this weekend. I have to start working again, and that can be hard, especially when you’re a full-time mom.”

  I turn to walk away, but Nate pulls me into him. He pulls my body into his, and I can already feel my legs caving in.

  “Nonsense. How about we make a deal. We go to the theme park for the day. And I will look after Dax for the rest of the weekend. That way, you can work on your app without any disruptions.”

  “How… How do you know I’m working on an app?” I ask uncomfortably.

  He points at the fridge, and I feel my cheeks heat up.

  Observant.

  I swallow hard and try to steady my breath. Nate is so unapologetic when his hands run down every curve of my body. “If you plan on holding me this close to you, I’m not sure how much work I’d get done.”

  A devious grin spreads on Nate’s lips. “That’s not to say a little playtime break won’t be helpful now and then.”

  Daxton comes running into the kitchen to greet Nate.

  Nate leans forward so that his lips meet my ear, and reduces his voice to a whisper. “Imagine how happy Dax would be when we tell him we’re taking him on the rides?”

  I look at my little boy. The sight of Nate alone has Daxton smiling. Finally, I cave in. “Dax… we’re going to Fantasy Fair. Mommy and the friendly Officer’s taking you on the rides!”

  Dax looks as though he’s about to fall over with excitement. He could not look any more excited if we told me him we’re celebrating his birthday a week early.

  We drive up to the shopping center that holds the indoor theme park. Nate was surprisingly more than willing to switch up his standard music for some old school nursery rhymes.

  Nate mentioned he had an ex, but I can’t help but wonder why any woman would be willing to give up on a man that seems this perfect? I wonder if he holds any untold skeletons in his closet? Surely, there must be a catch?

  I watch him hold Dax, holding him up in the air as Dax pretends to be Superman, before taking him to the cups and saucers ride.

  I declined the invitation to go on the rides with them. I tell them it’s because I need to get some work done, but I refuse to admit I’m scared to go on rides most kids consider a walk in the park.

  After a few moments, Nate returns with Dax. He holds his hand as Daxton licks on a strawberry ice cream.

  “Mommy. Me and uncle Nate went on the spinning thingie. It goes shweep, shweep.” Dax shouts excitedly as he runs up to me. He almost falls forward but manages to save his ice cream before it plummets to the ground.

  I almost correct Dax and tell him to call Nate ‘dad.’

  Fuck, did I honestly just think that?

  Nate whispers into Nate’s ear, loud enough for me to hear him. “I think mommy was too chicken to go on that ride. She’s not as brave as us,” Nate says and looks at me with an extended tongue.

  My brows furrow and I pretend to be upset with Nate. “I will get you back for this, Mr.”

  “I’m looking forward to that,” he remarks.

  Daxton is engrossed with his ice cream, and I decide this is the perfect opportunity to find out more about the man. “How did your last relationship end?”

  Nate puts Daxton down on a chair between us and stares at me intensely for the next for moments.

  “Emily, there’s something you should probably know...”

  Nate

  I knew this moment would come.

  Sooner or later, I’d have to come clean and tell Emily the real reason why things did between Samantha and me did not work out.

  I suck in a sharp breath and brace myself for Emily’s reaction. “I suffer from an illness called Azoospermia. Unfortunately, it became too much for Samantha, and she couldn’t handle it.”

  Emily’s forehead curls into a frown. “The… what now?”

  From the muddled look on her face, I can see she has no idea what I’m talking about.

  “Azoospermia. Samantha and I tried to have kids for years, but after numerous tests, we discovered I was the problem. Basically, I don’t have enough sperm to make a baby.”

  Even as the words escape my lips, it takes everything to prevent me from slapping my hand against my mouth—to tell myself to shut the fuck up, take Emily and Dax back home, and walk away with the little pride I have remaining.

  This is the first time I’ve ever admitted this out-loud to anyone other than Samantha, and it’s no walk in the fucking park either. My palms are sweaty, and I can already feel the fluids forming on my forehead, but if there’s one person I’d risk admitting this to, it’s Emily. If she is to be the queen that spends the rest of her life with me, then she must know everything about me, even the shit I’d rather remain secret.

  For the longest time, Emily remains quiet.

  She just stares at me, as if searching for something to say to make me feel better.

  I may not be able to give Emily a child, but I can provide her with everything else she has ever dreamed of—that’s my god-damned mission.

  She grabs hold of my hand and Daxton catches sight of this but looks away. “For what it’s worth, Nate, I think you make an incredible father. Besides, so many kids don’t have dads, and anyone of them would be lucky to have you as a father.”

  I can’t help but feel relieved. Most people would be turned off at the idea that they cannot have any kids of their own with their man, but with Emily, she seems even more into me than before.

  I see the intense love in her beautiful hazel eyes that bore into mine.

  We stand up, and Emily agrees to finally join Dax and me on one of the rides, and we head off towards the train. We get to the front, and Daxton insists on sitting in his own seat.

  “Okay, young man, why don’t you sit in the front and steer the train? Your mommy and I will sit behind you and make sure you don’t mess this up.”

  “Deal,” he shouts and runs for the seat right in the front.

  Thankfully, we’re the only ones on the train, so no one else gets to see the skirt lifting up Emily’s thighs as she takes a seat. Judging from how squashed Emily and I sit behind Dax, I don’t think this train is intended for adults.

  But I don’t care where we are, not when I’m with Emily and Dax.

  Right now, I have the most perfect family picture in front of me. I have a beautiful woman by my side, and a naughty boy in front of us, who, despite not being his father, I already love as my own.

  “Thank you,” Emily whispers into my ear.

  “For what?” I ask, leaning in when I see a small tear running down her cheek.

  “For opening up to me like that. I can’t imagine that was easy?”

  “Perhaps not, but with you, it felt like the right thing to do,” I assure her. Even after my confession, the way she looks at me still has me feeling like butterflies are floating inside my stomach.

  I still have my arms wrapped around my queen when her shoulders jerk violently, and she begins sobbing in my arms. “What’s wrong, my angel?” I ask her, quietly so that Dax doesn’t hear us, but that seems only to make things worse, and she begins really breaking down.

  Did I say something wrong?

  Emily takes a few moments to gather her breath and to calm down. Leaning forward, I kiss away the tears that stroll down her cheeks.

  Emily adjusts her spectacles to wipe the tears slipping from the corner of her eye and slowly looks up at me. “I’m a terrible person,” she says through gritted teeth.

  “No, you’re not,” I say, upset that she would even think that.

  I have a lot of faults, but one thing about me is that I’m an excellent judge of character. That’s part of what makes me a good detective—I know when people are lying to me. I’ve read Emily in more ways than one and know she is not only stunning
on the outside, but she’s an angel on the inside as well.

  “Mommy,” Dax shouts from the front of the ride. “Hold tight. We have a bend coming up.”

  She clears her throat. “Okay, baby. I’m holding.”

  Dax mimics the sound of a train approaching. “Schooooo, schooooo.”

  “I came close to having an abortion three years ago. You can’t have kids of your own, yet you’re so good to Daxton. I haven’t done a thing to deserve this.”

  I calm Emily down by rubbing my hand against her back. I can’t imagine the pain she must have gone through, and the thought that she had to go through it alone rocks me to my core. “Emily, where’s Dax now?”

  “In front of us?” She says after catching her breath.

  “And, where am I?”

  She rolls her eyes, and for the first time, I see a glimpse of a smile sparkling in her beautiful hazel eyes. “Where’s this going, Nate?”

  “I am right here. And neither of us are going anywhere. You got that?”

  A real smile slowly spreads across her lips. “Got it.”

  Chapter Five

  Emily

  I have never come across a man as possessive as Nate. Don’t get me wrong, he’s an absolute sweetheart, but if a man even dares to look my way, he looks like he’s about to go ape-shit.

  It should scare me—how possessive he is over Dax and me, but it doesn’t. If anything, it’s probably his protective nature that has me falling so hard in love with him.

  It feels good knowing there’s a man that will move mountains to make me happy, that would kill a man to ensure the safety of my son.

  For a change, it feels good depending on someone other than myself.

  The doorbell sounds.

  I glance down at the alarm clock on my dressing room table and see it’s 08:41. The man’s twenty minutes early.

  I like that.

  “Daxton, stop,” I shout as my son darts towards the door. I’m expecting to see Nate on the other of the door, but I’m not taking chances by allowing my son to find out. My dickhead of an ex is still out there and could return at any time.

  I open the door, with the latch still in place and see Nate standing on the other end. Swinging the door open, I pause to take in the sight of perfection. Nate looks so fucking sexy, dressed in a black and white suit, with a fresh bunch of red roses in hand.

  “You look beautiful,” he tells me and hands me the flowers. Flattering, considering I haven’t even applied make-up yet.

  He takes a step into my apartment and plants a kiss on my right cheek before sweeping past me in search of my son.

  Holding a wrapped gift behind his back, he calls out for my son. “A little birdie told me today is someone’s birthday…”

  “ME!” Daxton shouts and comes running from his playpen.

  “Hi, Dax. I heard it was someone’ birthday today, can you help me find him?”

  “It’s me. It’s my birthday!” Dax echoes.

  “Can’t be.”

  “It is!” He says and hits Nate playfully on the leg.

  “Hmmm… You sure?”

  “YES. It’s my happy birthday today. Ask my mommy.”

  Nate turns his head, and I nod my head in agreement. “Yes, I believe it’s Daxton’s birthday today.”

  “Well, in that case, I was asked to give this to the birthday boy,” Nate brings his hand forward with the gifted box and presents it to Daxton. Daxton’s eyes grow large. He looks as if he’s about to have a fit from excitement.

  “YAAAAY!”

  “Dax, what do you say when someone does something nice for you?” I remind him.

  “Oh,” Dax grins. “Thank you, uncle.” Dax sits flat on the carpet and tugs at the wrapping paper.

  “Nate, did Daxton tell you he has a girlfriend now?”

  I love how Dax’s face turns red whenever I mention his girlfriend. “Isn’t. She’s my friend only… Mommy, look! It’s Lego!”

  I thank Nate for the gift and head back to my room to get ready before we head over to Nate’s place.

  I hear Dax and Nate chatting away while I search for a cute dress to wear. I’m grinning from ear to ear; I look so pleased with myself that you would think it’s my birthday.

  I walk out with a yellow dress and swirl in front of the boys. Nate’s eyes are locked on me like a predator eager to pounce on his prey.

  If Dax wasn’t around, I doubt he’d have as much control as he does right now.

  We drive up outside Nate’s apartment, and he instructs Dax and me to wait in the car while he walks over and opens the doors for us.

  He grabs hold of Dax first, holding him in his arms when he opens the door for me.

  We walk up to his apartment on the second floor, and he puts Dax down. “Buddy, I need you to cover your eyes. Emily, make sure he doesn’t cheat.”

  I fold my hands over Dax’s eyes, and Nate opens his apartment door. My jaw practically drops to the ground when I see the insides of his apartment. Not because it’s filled with expensive furniture, but because of the effort he put into making Nate’s birthday special.

  Blue and black helium balloons float all over the dining as we enter the apartment. Large Disney stickers decorate the walls and centered on his dining room table is a large cake with three candles.

  Nate rushes forward and lights the candles.

  “Okay, you can look now,” he says, and I lift my hands from Daxton’s eyes.

  “Wow! Is this for my happy birthday, mommy?” Dax asks and looks up at me expectantly.

  “Yes,” I beam, “yes, it is.”

  We sing happy birthday, and after making a wish, Daxton blows out the candles.

  The two guys play for the next hour, building Lego houses when Dax looks up at Nate curiously.

  “Uncle… are you going to be my daddy?”

  Nate

  When Dax asks if I’m going to be his daddy, my heart sinks.

  I’m amazed that a three-year-old can look at me and see what I want more than anything else in the world.

  Nothing is more important than family, and I’ve always wanted a large family of my own someday. Growing up in a large family with four brothers, and two sisters, I’m used to the chaos of having people around. As the oldest brother, it was always my job to protect my siblings, to keep them out of trouble and to hide them from my mom’s drug use as much as possible.

  I already knew my mom was on drugs, but I didn’t want my siblings to be exposed to that. I wanted them to live a happy life, without the stress of worrying about whether mom will be okay.

  These days all my brothers and sisters are busy leading their own lives, and I’m lucky if I get to see them once a year during Christmas.

  Emily steps in. “Oh, my God. I’m sorry,” she whispers so softly that only I hear her.

  “No, baby, he’s not going to be your daddy,” Emily says, uncomfortably.

  We’ll see about that, Emily.

  “Okay,” Dax replies with a sunken face. “Mommy, I’m tired now.”

  I step forward and lift Dax into my arms. “Then why don’t you have a quick nap?”

  “Okay.”

  I carry Daxton to my bedroom, lay him down on my bed and within minutes, he passes out. Emily stands at the head of the door. I swear I can see a halo hovering above her head because she looks like an angel right now.

  “I’m so sorry about that,” Emily begins apologizing the moment I walk back out. “I did not expect him to ask that.”

  “Why did you lie to the kid?” I ask.

  She chuckles nervously. “How did I lie?”

  I take a step forward and close the distance between, making my intention known to her. “You told Dax I’m not his daddy. Only bad girls lie, and bad girls get punished.”

  Emily bites nervously at her bottom lip. My heart pounds at the sight of her nibbling on lips that were made for kissing. I’ve held out for long enough. But I can’t let another moment pass without grabbing of a taste of her.

>   I take another step forward. My eyes fix on her in a possessive gaze. I have never wanted anything more in my life, and I cannot deny myself what I’ve been craving so desperately. With locked eyes, I press into her until she walks back and falls against the couch.

  She swallows hard. “Um… Thanks, Nate… You’re so good to him, and me.”

  “Now it’s time I show you my bad side,” I growl hungrily.

  Emily has only seen my good side, but there’s a dark side to me.

  The thoughts running through my mind are pure filth—every bit as bad as the criminals I’ve helped put behind bars over the years.

  I tower over her, inching closer.

  She swallows again.

  I lower my glance and take in the little breast she has on display, and it’s settled.

  She’s mine.

  I’m done waiting. Today I claim what rightfully belongs to me. Today I’m going to run my hands against every inch of her sexy, curvy body.

  I pull the spectacles from her face, and she meets my hands. Her tiny little hands wrap around mine, and together we pull off her glasses.

  Emily’s breathing quickens as I shift one more inch into her. She’s now pressed back against the couch, and I’m on top of her. My cock is dangerously close to her sweet lips—right where it belongs.

  Gently I brush the few loose strands from her face, tucking them behind her ears and lean forward, hovering my face above hers, so that she feels my breath on her lips while I run my hands through her silky, black hair.

  I plant a gentle kiss on her lips, and Emily lifts her head for more.

  I see my queen’s cheeks blushing hot, but I’m not about to stop.

  Baby girl, I’m just getting started.

  Chapter Six

  Emily

  Detective Nate’s lips lock onto mine, and I open my mouth, welcoming the ecstatic sensation of his tongue pressing desperately against mine.