“Mom,” Justin said. “I’d like you to meet Cecily.”
I extended my hand to the whore that was stealing my son away from me, glaring up at the woman. “Nice to meet you,” I lied.
Was it too much to ask for a hug from my son, and a little time before he brought in the hussy? He’d been gone for nearly nine months now. I deserved to have him to myself for a little bit, didn’t I?
I mean I birthed the boy with no pain medicine for God’s sake! I deserved something!
Justin smiled reassuringly towards Cecily, and then turned his gaze on his sister.
“How ya’ doin, Tawny?” He asked her.
Tawny shrugged, still mad at him for not making it to her birthday party two days prior.
From the day Tawny was born, Justin had latched onto her, being the big brother that every sister wished for.
He’d always been there for her. Taken her to school. Beat up people twice his size because shit heads twice his size talked badly about his baby sister. I can’t even begin to count how many times I’d had to go to the school to pick Justin up because he’d been in a fight again regarding his Tawny.
Tawny had developed early, much to her father’s consternation. With that development came the attention of men…not boys.
Yes, the girl was eighteen, but she loved her brother fiercely, as he did her.
They were always very close, and it had devastated Tawny when her brother had said he wasn’t going to make it.
“Tawn, you know I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to miss it, but Cecily was throwing up…oh, goddammit.”
***
Elliott
“What’s Blaine’s malfunction?” Sam rumbled from his seat opposite mine.
I looked over at Sam, smiling widely before I answered. “She just found out that Justin knocked his girlfriend up. Needless to say, she’s kind of pissed.”
Sam grinned, and Max, who’d been standing beside Sam, started laughing. “Damn, boy. He’s only been stateside for a couple weeks. Where’d he find the time to get her pregnant?”
I looked over at my son who had one arm around his little sister, the light of my life, and his new woman.
Cecily looked a little overwhelmed, which was to be expected with the large gathering of family.
Free was packed full.
It’d grown in the past twenty some odd years.
No longer little duplexes, we’d bought up the land surrounding the area and had built individual homes for each family.
Now, some of the kids were even old enough to be living in the old duplexes where we’d used to reside beforehand.
Today, we were all in the large gym. It was about the size of a basketball court, and it damn well needed to be to house this many people.
Although we no longer had young children running around of our own, we did have extra people. Girlfriends. Boyfriends. Fiancés.
Our kids were grown now, and it was awe-inspiring.
We were well on our way to the third generation of Free kids, starting with my son.
God help us.
“That’s why his momma’s so mad at him. Apparently, he’s been stateside for a lot longer. More like three months, and we didn’t know. He spent the time locked up with her. Where he then proceeded to…”
“Where he proceeded to get her pregnant, because he couldn’t take the time to sheathe his too-young-to-have-kids dick,” Blaine explained with a snarl. “All the while I was worried sick that he was getting shot at each day, where in reality the only danger he had was catching a cramp in his ass from too much fucking!”
I squeezed my eyes shut and turned around to see Blaine standing behind us, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. “I’m sorry, baby. I was just telling them why you’re upset.”
She glared at me for a few moments longer before turning and leaving. Trying with all her might not to stomp. She didn’t succeed.
“Someone’s in the dog house,” James sang in a sing-song voice.
I turned my gaze to him and winked. “My wife can’t resist my dick. I give her two hours tops before she comes crawling back to me.”
***
God, the feel of her tight sheath gripping my cock was like a long drink of water on a hot day. It was something that one needed, not just wanted. And I did need her. I needed her bad. All the fucking time.
It didn’t matter that we’d had each other more times than I could count.
My cock exploded, come jetting out of it like an out of control geyser.
Blaine’s hot pussy contracted hard, and a scream welled up in her throat.
She tried in vain to staunch it, but with a twist of my hips, I hit her spot, causing the strangled scream to turn into a full out screech.
It took long moments to recover, both of us trying hard to catch our breath.
“You fight so dirty,” Blaine panted on the sheets beside me.
I turned to her, smiling smugly. “You bring out the best in me, honey bunches of oats. Was that not the dance you were talking about?”
She shook her head and flopped back onto her back, arms raised up high above her head.
“You damn well know it wasn’t the dance I wanted, you big butthead,” she giggled.
“I did it for one reason, and one reason only,” I said as I stood up and walked to the bathroom, bringing back a wash cloth for her to clean up with.
Even after all this time, she was still the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Although a little softer around the edges, she still had the power to bring me to my knees.
“And what’s that?” She asked, letting me clean her up, as I usually did after making love to her.
I pressed a kiss to her navel and grinned up at her evilly. “You were pretty loud tonight. And your son had to listen to it with his girl lying next to him. His room’s right next to ours, after all. Payback’s a bitch.”
She squealed in laughter. “I love you, Elliott Lelliott, even if you do play dirty.”
I grinned, pulling her up and out of bed, gathering her in close to my body. “To the moon and back, B. Merry Christmas, honey.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Merry Christmas, Stud.”
And we danced.
The end.
Coming Soon
Kevlar To My Vest
Book 3 in The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC series
1-2-14
Chapter 1
My job is protect your ass, not kiss it.
-Trance to a suspect
Trance
I watched from my position at the kitchen table as Radar played with Kosher. Radar had Kosher pinned to the floor with his gaping maw at Kosher’s throat, and then just as quickly, Kosher was up and pinning Radar to the floor.
Radar didn’t know it yet, but he was about to retire. Just as soon as I could guarantee that Kosher was ready.
Kosher was a two-year-old German Shepherd. I’d been working with Kosher now for two years. I’d raised him from a tiny puppy, all of six weeks old, just as I’d done with Radar.
Radar I’d gotten even earlier at five weeks, but the results were the same.
Raised from tiny pups, I put them through vigorous training, exercised them, and worked with them day and night. So much so that I considered them the perfect dogs. They would both protect me with their life, and I knew the day would come, likely sometime very soon, that Radar would need to retire. Therefore, that’s why I’d started working with Kosher.
Police dogs got tired just like humans. There was only so much a police officer could take before he needed a break. Sadly, Radar’s break was very near. At nine years old, it was nearly Radar’s time.
I already knew Kosher hated being left behind in the mornings as we left, but soon it would be Radar, and I just didn’t know how he’d react to seeing his place in my vehicle usurped by his friend.
Mocha and Tequila, not ones to pass up a fight, ran full tilt until they bot
h slammed into the snarling mass of fur, being brought into their tumble out of sheer momentum.
The high-pitched puppy barks started to get to me, so I started repeating one word very softly. At first it started out almost like a whisper, but then it turned into a quiet word.
“Heel.” I said softly.
No reaction from the rat pack.
“Heel.” I said again.
Surprisingly, it was one of the puppies that reacted first.
“Heel.” I said with a slightly higher pitch.
Which was another reason why I thought it was about time for Radar to retire. I wasn’t saying he wasn’t good at his job. I was saying that he was losing his touch, and that touch was paramount to mine and Radar’s life.
Mocha, of course, got the towel I kept at my hip for praise, and she held on a good ten seconds longer than she usually did. She basked in the approval I gave her before I finally won and looked at the glaring Radar.
That was his towel. Or at least he thought it was. Normally, he was the one who got the towel.
“You snooze, you lose, old buddy!” I called to him.
I had a feeling he’d be mad at me for a while.
Walking away from the horde, I went to the laundry room to grab my uniform I’d picked up from the cleaners last night and then to my room to get dressed.
After I stripped down to my briefs, I slipped on thick gray wool socks over my feet. Then I pulled on my uniform pants, zipping but not buttoning. Followed shortly by a plain white undershirt, my bulletproof vest, and then my uniform shirt.
Once all of that was in place, I tucked, zipped, and straightened.
I clipped on my badge, slipped on my boots, and then belted my gun belt around my waist.
After everything was in place, I went to the bathroom and ran the electric raiser over my face, brushed my teeth, grabbed my gun off the bathroom counter, and holstered it before walking out my bedroom door.
I could already feel the low throb of my lower back from my gear, which meant not good things for me. Today wasn’t going to be a fun day. I hated running the dog through the schools. I hated finding weed and coke in a fourteen year old’s locker.
Although today should prove interesting since I was doing it at the school that Viddy and Adeline worked at.
Recently, the two schools had combined.
Benton High and West Benton High had finally pulled their heads out and combined the two schools. It was ridiculous that they had two in the first place. Benton had a population of 15,000. It was ridiculous to have two graduating classes of sixty and sixty-two consecutively.
What that meant now, though, was that Viddy and Adeline, her sister, now worked in the same school. Which they loved.
I was happy because Viddy was happy.
Why?
Because I was a love sick fool. I was so beyond in love with that woman that I could barely handle it. I’d been debating for months now on what to do. What stopped me was the fact that she didn’t make a move.
If she’d even given me one hint that she wanted me, I’d have said fuck the boyfriend and went for it. But she was nothing but friendly with me, which sucked.
I’d never had a problem getting a girl that I wanted. Never.
Then that five foot five, black haired beauty walked into my life, and I’d had nothing but problems ever since.
Fuck, but I even had to picture Viddy, when I fucked other girls, to get off. Now that was embarrassing. At least I hadn’t called out her name, even though I’d roared it in my head.
The last thing I picked up before I left the room was my cell phone, which I clipped onto the last spot open on my belt, at my right kidney, and left the room.
I stopped at Mocha and Tequila’s kennels, whistled one sharp burst of sound, and stood to the side as Tequila and Mocha ran full tilt to their cages.
Since they were only just now six months, there was no way I was leaving two puppies alone in my house with all the furniture I’d just bought.
I’d learned my lesson with Radar. Luckily, I’d planned on tearing that particular wall out anyway.
“Alright Radar, let’s ride.” I said as I grabbed my keys off the kitchen table.
Just as I reached the door, I turned and gave Kosher a scratch on the head before I armed the alarm and left through the front door, Radar close on my heels.
It was a bittersweet moment.
This would be the last time I took Radar out on his own for a shift. Next week started a new chapter in our life.
Hopefully, that chapter would mean good things.
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