by C. M. Steele
“She is. Boomer told her to take today off.”
A loud sigh of relief hit my ears. “Thank…fucking…God. They’re rushing two in from the theater, but they didn’t give us details on the victims.”
“Sammie said no one was hurt.” I’m totally confused.
“I don’t know who told her that, but I have two GSWs coming in from Steeleville.”
“Crystal did, but I’m guessing Boomer told her that to keep her calm. You know damn well how protective of her feelings he is.”
“Especially with another baby on the way.”
That’s the way I’m feeling about Sammie right now. I’m worried she’s not okay. “Exactly. How is Sophia?”
“She’s fine. She wants to get to you both right now, but I told her to wait until I heard from you and that everything is secure.”
“Good. We’re just learning about everything, and honestly, I’m worried about Sammie.”
“I’ll be home in three hours. Call Dr. Evans and see if she can stop by just in case.”
“I will. Thanks. Keep us informed on the victims.”
“For sure. Give my sister a hug from me. I’ll have Boomer bring the girls over to the house. Okay.”
“Great.” We hang up and I carry the drinks into the living room.
Sammie’s lying back on the sofa with our big boy cradled in her left arm and on her side. They look perfectly sweet. She hears me and opens her eyes. “Hey, take a drink,” I say, bringing the glass to her lips so we don’t disturb my little man, but that doesn’t work. He lifts up his head and reaches for his bottle.
“Baba.” I give it to him and give him a kiss before he nestles back into the prime position with his beautiful mommy. I bend down and press my lips to her forehead.
“The girls are on their way here to check on you. Let me cover you, and sleep until they get here.”
“Thank you, Danny. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“I wonder that myself,” I tease, winking at her. She flips me off and then looks to see if our son noticed, but he’s too interested in his drink to care. I cover her and then whisper, “You are my everything, and I’m the lucky one.”
Sammie
Ten years later
I drop my head back, giving Danny room to taste my neck. My pussy clenches around his cock and my hips buck. A loud moan hits my ears. It takes me a moment to realize it came from me. We’re in Danny’s old bedroom and my husband has me pinned to the door, driving his length through my tight channel. Three kids later and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
“I’m putting my baby in you tonight. It’s been forever since I’ve seen you swollen with my child.”
“Do it, my beast.” He fucks up into me until I’m pulsing around his shaft, biting my lip to hold back my scream.
Our eyes meet and he lets out an animalistic growl, “That’s it, baby. Take every drop. I love watching you come for me.”
“Danny,” I whisper breathlessly as I stare at my husband. “I love you so much.”
“You’re my wife, my lover, and my world. I’m nothing without you.” His mouth claims mine harshly, solidifying his hungry words.
His head falls down on my shoulder while he catches his breath. A pounding on the door startles us. “Dad, Grandpa said to tell you we’ll be back in two hours. And have fun. With a crazy wink thing he does. I hope he’s not talking about something gross. Anyway we are getting ice cream.”
“Have fun and have some for mommy and me,” Danny shouts out. I try not to freak. I’m so glad Danny had the presence of mind to lock the door. We hear him scurry down the stairs and we both release a sigh.
“My dad thinks he’s funny,” he says, chuckling and shaking his head.
“I bet he wouldn’t find that funny if it was Sophia or Crystal.” I would say if we interrupted his parents, but I’m sure he would get jealous. Danny loves his dad, but when it came to men who aren’t related to me, he could be really possessive. The sexy beast can’t help how crazy he gets, but it always leads to him tearing off my clothes and giving me several orgasms.
“Let’s not talk about my sisters when I’m still inside of you,” he grunts out, nipping on my ear.
“Well, I’m sorry. I thought we were done.”
He pulls his head back and looks at me as a devilish gleam comes over his face. “Ha. Wife, did you not hear Danny? We have two wonderful, delicious hours to have fun. Shower time.” His cock is still rock hard even after coming and jerks inside of me as he cups my ass and carries me to the bathroom.
“I’m a lucky girl.”
“I’m the lucky one. I married a knockout.”
THE END
Excerpt: Protecting Macy
Sean
I was about to be done with my shift, so I headed back to the station. It had been a surprisingly uneventful night. The rain may have deterred some of the beach parties, or maybe I was just getting out before the shit storm began.
The rain was coming down hard, then slowed before another downpour began. I was about fifteen miles away from the station with my high beams on, when I saw a car speed past me. It had to be doing thirty over the limit.
My sirens went on, I pulled a U-turn, and I sped up and gave chase. This car had no intention of stopping since I had a hard time catching his speed.
“Shit!” This was not what I wanted to happen on my last day, last hours on the job.
I grabbed my car radio speaker and called it in. "This is Officer Cavanaugh. I'm in pursuit of a red Dodge Charger on Will Road. Excessive rate of speed. Vehicle refuses to pull over.” In the pit of my stomach, I had a feeling that things were going to get wild.
The car didn't slow down after a mile, and it was too dangerous to use a ramming technique in this weather. I was about to pull around the car when the driver lost control on the wet pavement. The car did several spins before it slid into a ditch. “Shit.” I braked safely, and then pulled up to the edge of the road with my lights on just next to where the car had come to a crashing stop.
The car below was sitting on a broken tree log, stopping the car from going into a nearby retention pond. “I need an ambulance. The suspect’s vehicle has crashed on the side of the road,” I called into dispatch.
As soon as I jumped out of my vehicle, so did the suspect. I had to do a double-take because the wild driver was a tiny, young woman. She turned to look at me in full fear; her eyes were wide, glossy, and she had blood coming from the top of her face and dripping down the side. She was probably on something to still have the strength to run, but I couldn’t let her get away.
"Stop," I shouted, but she didn’t listen. In fact, she doubled up her efforts to get away from me.
Time spent running trails had paid off.
She didn’t get far; I was on her in seconds, slamming her into the grassy area next to the pond. The mud made it hard to keep her from sliding out of my grasp, but she was too small to fight me off of her.
"Please stop moving, miss,” I told her. She only seemed to struggle more. "Resisting arrest isn't going to help you,” I grunted out. I almost froze in place because I had the worst possible nonviolent reaction to her. My cock swelled like I’d been rolling around in bed with a beautiful woman, not stopping a suspect trying to break my hold. I didn't know if it was the adrenaline or the fact that her round ass was trying to wiggle away from under me and grazing across my crotch, but it wasn’t professional or very helpful. She had strength that surprised me; must be the drugs.
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