“I’m coming!” She cried loudly as she clamped down hard on my cock, making my eyes cross.
“Oh, yes. Fuck you’re so tight.” I groaned and pulled out at the last second, finally realizing why she felt so good.
The pleasure came from deep inside me, starting at the base of my neck and shooting down my spine in ecstasy. My eyes closed as I released onto her back, spurting hotly against the exposed skin. Once. Twice. Three times.
“Yes,” I growled once the final spurt was freed, and I grabbed her ass for support.
Taking a weary step back, I said, “Stay there for a minute. Let me find something to clean you off.”
I took my time though, enjoying the view. Which she caught on to pretty quickly. “If you don’t hurry, I’ll just use this jacket that’s hanging on the back of the door.”
I rolled my eyes and dug my hand into the Kleenex box at the end of the desk, grabbing a handful. Then I walked back to her and wiped her off quickly, throwing the dirty tissues in the trash beside our feet.
“You really need to get on the pill. I don’t think I can go back to a condom after that.” I told her as I watched her button up her pants.
She winked at me. “Already ahead of you, big boy. I’ve got an appointment; not this week, but next.”
“You read my mind, cupcake.” I told her as I wrapped my arms around her back, bringing her in close to my body.
“Let’s go finish dinner. Then we need to get home. I have to get up early in the morning to get them to the airport by four.” I said against her lips before kissing her one last time and opening the office door.
We arrived back to cold food and knowing grins from my brothers, but nobody said anything rude. The grand pre-opening was a success, and we had a great time with friends and family.
***
The next morning arrived early, and I left Viddy in bed snuggled up to Kosher and Radar while I went to drop my brothers off.
“You should try to come and visit for a couple of days. Dad would really like to see you.” Miller said as we stood together at the terminal gates.
I nodded. “I’ll think about it.”
“And bring that girl of yours. Maybe you can get married in Vegas and mom and dad could be there.” Foster teased.
I shrugged. “She’d probably never do that. I’ll bet she’s more of a wedding with a long train and a thousand guests’ type.”
“You won’t know until you ask.” Miller observed lightly.
I looked at him from under the brim of my hat. “Just say it.”
“I think you should marry her. Yesterday.” Miller told me point blank.
My head bowed.
I thought about all my hopes and dreams, and how Viddy filled, then surpassed every single one of them.
“Yes,” I agreed. “I plan on it.”
Foster shouted in happiness. “Fuck yes, maybe now it’ll get mom off our backs for a change.”
I blew a breath of air out. “Doubt it.”
His eyes narrowed. “Take it back.”
“Now boarding for flight one-seven-seven, Shreveport, Louisiana to Las Vegas, Nevada.” A disembodied voice said from above our heads.
Standing, Foster and Miller tossed their bags over their shoulders, and then slammed into me, smashing me against them in a bear hug to end all bear hugs.
“I love you, man.” Foster said in one ear while Miller said it in the other.
“Love you guys, too. Be safe. I’ll let you know if I plan to come.” I said to them.
Then watched them walk towards the gate.
“Thanksgiving is in two weeks. School’s out. You could bring Viddy.” Foster yelled over his shoulder before he disappeared into the tunnel.
“Be safe!” Miller pounded his chest with his closed fist before he, too, disappeared.
Bozos.
God I loved them.
***
I arrived home to utter chaos.
Pulling my truck into my drive proved to be a feat due to all the police cruisers and news vans.
Oh, and the South Louisiana Dog Catcher’s vehicle.
The first thing I saw when I finally made my way into the driveway, using the grown over grass to drive through, was Viddy standing on my front porch in sweat pants and a t-shirt yelling at the chief of police.
A sick feeling started to swell in my gut as I parked under the awning and shut my truck off.
The news vans started to swarm my truck, but I didn’t let it happen for long.
Stepping out onto the concrete, I said, “I want you off my property in five minutes or I’ll have you arrested. Now.”
My tone booked no room for argument, and they all obeyed, albeit reluctantly.
They moved until they were no longer on my driveway, which I guess was as good as it was going to get.
The only other cars were the Chief’s and two other black and white’s. Our Chief of Police, Cabe Warren, was a good man. He was older though and set in his ways. At times he could be hard to deal with, but he seemed to like me most of the time.
The other two at the scene were Tunnel Morrison, a very soon to be member of The Dixie Wardens, and another rookie that I didn’t even know the name of, and really could care less.
I gave them both slow nods and walked up until I was standing directly behind the chief.
Viddy hadn’t seen me because of the angle at which she was standing, but then again, her focus was all for the chief.
“You can take your good intentions and shove them up your ass. I will give you Radar over my cold, dead body.” She bellowed.
“Listen, ma’am. All I’m here for is Radar. Nothing will happen to him, but his behavior needs to be witnessed in front of an animal behaviorist. Once he’s cleared, he can come home.” Cabe said patiently.
“He’s not going anywhere.” She snapped.
“She’s right. He’s not going anywhere. It doesn’t matter what your animal behaviorist says. He’s not leaving me until he dies of old age. I can promise you that.”
My tone was devastatingly dark and deadly. I’d fight to the death for that dog, because that is what he would do for me.
***
I didn’t like her.
The supposed animal behaviorist was standing on my front porch, and I knew instantly that she wasn’t a professional.
A professional wouldn’t have gazed first in my eyes, and then at my crotch.
A professional wouldn’t have asked first how much my house cost and walked straight past the dog she was supposed to be studying without a backwards glance.
If the chief hadn’t mandated this to keep my job, I wouldn’t have even let her past the threshold of my door.
The woman, Jezebel Plight as she introduced herself, was in a skintight black knee length dress that hugged her skinniness like it was something to fawn over.
Personally it made me want to puke seeing bones where there should be curves, but hey, that might get someone off. Someone that wasn’t me.
My eyes were only for Viddy’s curvaceous body.
She was currently sitting on the couch next to Kosher, who had his head in her lap. Mocha and Tequila were at her feet, half under the couch chewing on a bone the size of Utah.
It was so big that both puppies each had an end, and there was still room to spare.
“Mr. Cabe,” Jezebel said happily when she saw the chief sitting in the recliner opposite Viddy. “How are you?”
Cabe regarded her with a closed expression. “I’m fine Ms. Plight.”
“Of course you are. Now, which beautiful Belgian Malanois are we studying today?”
Belgian Malanois was a close breed to a German Shepherd, but there were enough differences in them that an animal behaviorist who works with many police departments should know them.
Belgian Malanois were a smaller, more lithe, breed that were becoming more and more popular as of late. German Shepherds were stockier and fuller, and were always the breed that you thought of when you thought
of a K-9 officer.
“German Shepherd.” Viddy snapped.
I had to resist the urge to snort as I called Radar from behind me to go sit in the middle of the room.
He followed directions hurriedly and sat, looking up at Ms. Plight.
She looked down at Radar and smiled a wide, fake smile. “Hello there, big girl.”
I rolled my eyes heavenward. “Did you do any research at all before you showed up?”
She giggled like I’d just told the funniest joke in the world, and dropped down to her haunches to stare him in the eyes.
Then the torture started. She asked inane facts about Radar’s habits. What he liked to eat. What every dog likes to eat. Where he liked to sleep. On the floor next to my bed or in bed with me. What his favorite toy was. His towel. What he did when he wasn’t at work with me. Sleep or play. Where he used the bathroom. How was that relevant?
“All right, well I think I have everything I need. I’ll let you know my observation when I check my notes.” She smiled serenely.
We checked her empty hands, which hadn’t written a single note in the entire time she’d been asking the questions. What fuckin’ notes was she talking about?
“Not to interrupt here, Ms. Plight, but how are any of these relevant to Radar’s state of being. You haven’t once asked anything about what he does at work. Nor have you asked about the incident at hand. Have you made your judgment?” The Chief asked in surprise.
“Absolutely not, I have to confer with my colleagues, and then I’ll get back to you.” She said before heading to the door.
Her eyes had a wary light in them, like she wasn’t being entirely truthful, and I knew right then that she’d made the decision already, she just didn’t want to be here when it was relayed.
After the door closed behind her, the chief came up to stand beside me while Viddy let the dogs out into the backyard to play.
“I won’t let anything happen to Radar. It’s the city council’s directive to have her come see him. Although it may come down to him not working anymore, nothing will happen to him. The city owes him too much to ever let that happen. I can promise you that.” The chief reassured me.
I explained to him that I’d already retired Radar last week, and he was extremely surprised. “Why didn’t I know about this?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. I told my superior. He was the one who signed off on it. Radar was officially retired on Wednesday of last week.”
The chief nodded. “We should have a retirement party for him like we do all the other officers.”
I completely agreed. “He’s fond of the splash pad, sir.”
He guffawed. “Noted. I’ll be going. I’ll relay the news once I hear back. Okay?”
We shook hands, and he left.
It wasn’t twenty minutes later that the chief got back to me and told me the news.
The city council had sentenced Radar to euthanasia. For biting a citizen who wasn’t resisting arrest.
Wasn’t resisting my ass.
After many reassurances that Radar would not be in danger, we decided it would be best for me to be on administrative leave pending an appeal, which was scheduled to happen in a week’s time when the city council met for its monthly meeting.
The citizens of Benton would decide his fate.
Which meant I had free time on my hands.
After some planning and calls, Viddy was able to get out of work for the week, too. I didn’t tell her where we were going, much to her consternation.
It would’ve been slow anyhow with it being the week before Thanksgiving break, and thanks to her boss, Viddy now had two full weeks of vacation time.
Needless to say, we went to Vegas.
Chapter 17
If he puts his hand on your head to keep you from bumping it when he helps you in the car.
-You might be a police wife
Trance
“Can you at least tell me where we’re going?” She asked impatiently.
I laughed as I took her hand and led her to the gate we were departing from. “It’s a surprise.”
“Now boarding the last flight from Shreveport, Louisiana to Las Vegas, Nevada.” The announcer’s voice said over the loud speaker.
I threw my hands up. “What a bitch, ruining my surprises and shit.”
She rolled her eyes and walked hand and hand with me to the plane.
I really, really hated flying.
At least I was able to have Radar on the plane with us instead of the cargo hold. Her blindness was the perfect reason. Even being a police dog wouldn’t have made it possible for him to ride with us, but him being a ‘seeing eye dog’ made it not only a moral issue, but a lawful one. Which was the last thing the airport wanted associated with them.
“I hate flying. Like really hate it.” I told her as we took our seat.
We had a window seat, and Radar laid at our feet.
It was a tight fit, but it would do.
“I’ve never flown before.” She admitted.
I stared at her in suspicion. “You’re kidding. You’re twenty six years old!”
She lifted one shoulder. “I’ve actually only been to Louisiana and Texas. This’ll be entirely new to me in more ways than one!”
I was able to smile through my nervousness and her excitement.
I had to drink, though.
Otherwise I’d have to think about how high up we were, and I was deathly afraid of heights.
Which was how I ended up drunk getting off the plane, and not remembering the next sixteen hours since I continued to drink. Even after my brothers picked us up.
The last thing I remembered was going to The Strip. From there, nothing.
***
Viddy
I woke up to a pounding headache, and a sore ass. Oh, and I was naked.
I peeled my eyes open just enough to see a solid wall of muscle at my front before closing them again with a groan. Pain lanced through my head like a hot fire poker, and I squeezed my eyes shut tighter.
“My head,” I moaned.
“Shut up.” Trance’s muffled voice came from in front of me. “You’re making my ass hurt.”
One of my eyes popped open to see Trance’s back again, and I followed it down until I had a good view of his ass.
My eyes were bleary, and my limited vision was even more limited than usual. However, even through my bleary eyes I could see a big splotch of color on Trance’s smooth, tanned skin.
“You have something on your ass.” I told him.
He grunted but didn’t say anything.
Then my own throbbing ass started to make itself more known, drawing the attention from the throbbing of my head to the throbbing of my ass.
“My ass hurts, too.” I told him wearily as I managed to make it up to one elbow.
My vision was ridiculously bad, and it got even worse when I put pressure on whatever happened to my ass.
He rolled over, and laughter bubbled out of my throat. “Wow.” was all I could think of to say.
His hair was a mess. Normally his curls were soft and wispy. Today, they were crisp and hard. Oh, and brown.
“Why is your hair brown?” I asked with barely contained laughter.
His eyes opened, and blood shot eyes looked in my direction. When they landed on me, they widened. “Why is yours in all those braids?”
My hand went involuntarily to my head, and I took into account the braids that resembled cornrows down the back of my head. When I gave them a little shake, I heard the distinctive sound of beads clicking and clacking together.
“I don’t remember.” I said honestly.
He groaned and sat up. Then handed me his phone. “Take a picture of my ass. It feels like a tattoo.”
Warning bells started to go off in my head as he turned and presented me with his bare ass.
I could most definitely make out the ass now. And the large tattoo taking up three quarters of one cheek.
The wording was s
imple though. “The beast.” I read aloud.
He snorted, making the muscles in his ass flex. “Take a picture and let me see it. Then turn around.”
I snapped a picture, ignoring the fifteen missed calls and twelve texts. I was reluctant to even look at my own phone.
Handing the phone back to him, I turned around and heard him take a picture. And then another. And another. Followed by another.
“Hey!” I said in indignation.
Then I tossed the pillow nearest my hand at him on principle.
Not that I cared. I wasn’t worried about Trance having pictures of me naked. He’d never let anyone see them.
“What does mine say?” I asked as I flopped down on my stomach.
“The beast’s old lady.” He said with a hint of pride.
“How come I don’t get a claim on your body?” I asked in a nasally whine as I tried to be as obnoxious sounding as I could.
In truth, I wasn’t upset at all. As long as that’s what my butt actually said, and not something like insert here.
“Oh, you got your claim all right.” He said cryptically making me look up from my lazy sprawl. That’s when I saw the tattoo over his heart.
“What does 10-7 mean?” I asked as I saw the heart over his chest and the numbers 10-7 in bold blue ink just over his beating heart.
“Can you see the letters that make up the heart?” He asked.
Scooting towards him, I moved until my face was only inches away from his chest. “It’s my name!” I gasped.
He nodded. “10-7 is the code Kilgore PD uses for Home.”
I gasped.
10-7. Home. Then my name, Vidalia Elise surrounding the scanner code. My God, that was the sweetest thing I’d ever heard of!
“How did you come up with this shit while you were drunk?” I laughed through my tears.
He gathered me up into his arms and placed his scratchy jaw over my head. Rubbing my hair with his cheeks. “I don’t know. I’m sure my brothers had something to do with it.”
That reminded me. “You had quite a few missed calls and texts.”
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