My Ex-Partner's Ex-Wife (Romance on the Go)
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The rest of the scene became a blur.
One of the paramedics whispered to the other and they both nodded.
The dark-haired paramedic finally spoke. “We’ll treat him as much as we can, but we can’t transport him in the ambulance. That is firmly against policy.”
“Thank you,” Ridley said, sniffling not so delicately.
“He’ll be fine,” Jack advised.
One of the cops stood over the five of them. “He need a vet?”
Ridley nodded and sniffled again.
“Two things that get me are crying women and hurt animals.” He shook his head and spoke into a mic attached to his uniform at the shoulder.
The paramedics packed Dozer’s wound with gauze, curtailing the bleeding. Ridley continued to cry, and Jack kept consoling her.
Finally, the cop kneeled down. “Can he be transported? I informed York Emergency Animal Hospital that I’d be arriving there shortly with the injured dog. Your gentlemen friends can stay here and talk to my fellow officers.” After a paramedic nodded, the cop lifted Dozer in his arms and motioned for Ridley to follow.
She was escorted to the officer’s cruiser and the officer managed to open the door. She slid in and scooted across the seat. The cop laid Dozer on seat with his head resting on Ridley’s lap.
She thanked him and prayed that Dozer would survive.
Chapter Five
Jack paced Ridley’s living room floor, waiting for her to return from the animal hospital. She’d left her purse and cell phone at the shop when she rushed off with the officer. Hours had passed with no news.
The night was a catastrophe. Hell, we could have died, he thought as he ran his hands over his hair. His friend, his old partner tried to kill him. By the graces of God, Ridley had knocked him out of the way of a bullet with his name on it. And Pops had been fortunate enough to forget something as well, return, and then shoot Dean in the shoulder, causing him to spin around and fall to the ground, knocking himself out in the process.
And Dozer nearly died. Jack had no idea what condition he was in, but he knew he hadn’t died or Ridley would be home and in tears, mourning the loss of her companion.
As if on cue, the front door opened. Ridley said goodnight to someone, presumably the officer who rushed them to the hospital, and stepped into the house. She glanced at Jack and a broad grin spread across her face.
“He’s alive and will survive.”
Jacked moved to her and engulfed her in his arms. “I’m so glad to hear that. How’s his shoulder?”
She sighed. “It was too damaged to save so they amputated the front leg,” she answered and sighed again.
“That sucks.” And it did. The dog had gotten injured trying to save him and Ridley. He didn’t deserve to come out of it missing a limb.
“It does, but he’ll be fine. He’ll adjust and it should barely faze him. He’s going to stay at the hospital for another two days so they can monitor him. He’d lost a lot of blood that they had to replace.”
“I’ll grill him a steak when he gets home. He’s one hell of a brave dog. A fighter.”
“Thanks for being here,” she said as she stepped back.
Her eyes were swollen and red. He imagined she’d cried a lot. “I should have been with you at the hospital.”
She smiled softly. “Thanks for that, but you needed to talk to the police.”
“You’ll have to stop by tomorrow and give the cops your statement.” He stepped to her and lifted her chin with a finger. “I should thank you. You saved our lives,” he said as he lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers. She leaned into him, returning the kiss despite her injured lip. Emotions, running unchecked, crashed over him, drowning him in need and want. He ripped his lips from hers. “I want you so damn bad. I want to make love to you,” he said huskily, allowing his feelings to leach into the plea.
She smiled again and stepped back, reaching for the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head, exposing her creamy skin, little by little. Her pants followed suit, pooling at her feet.
“You take my breath away,” he admitted as he stripped off his clothing, standing nude before her with his erection jutting from his body. He was so hard that it nearly pained him. He’d never felt desire so strong before. He’d been with women before, but none held a candle to Ridley’s beauty and allure.
She walked to him, enclosed his cock in her hand, and began stroking him. Each stroke stoked the fire burning in him until it spread over his whole body before settling in his erection. Closer and closer came his orgasm.
He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing her panties against his cock. It wasn’t enough. Grabbing her underwear, he ripped them from her, finally bringing her wet heat in direct contact. He moaned as he pulled back just far enough to drive his erection inside her channel to the hilt. Her head fell back and he feasted on her neck as he spun around, pushing her back against the living room wall.
Again and again and again, he thrust into her heated core. Over and over and over as her whimpers became moans and she exploded around him, milking him with each exquisite ripple of her orgasm.
He threw his head back and spoke her name as he reached his own release and emptied himself inside her.
Jack rested his forehead against hers as his panting breaths subsided and he could breathe normally again.
“You’re mine,” he informed her. “I love you, Ridley Asher.”
She laughed. “We’re going to have to change my last name. I’m really, really, really not fond of it.”
“We’ll see what we can do about that,” he answered honestly.
And, he would. He’d loved her for a long time and he planned on loving her for a long time to come.
He’d fallen for his ex-partner’s ex-wife and the thought didn’t bother him one bit.
Epilogue
Three months had passed since the dreadful indecent with her ex-asshole, Dean. He currently rotted in jail, having been denied bail. He was formally charged with a laundry list of charges, both felony and misdemeanor. He’d be spending a long time in jail. Kyla had already filed for divorce and planned to drain him dry.
All of which suited Ridley just fine. She’d be planning a wedding before too long. Jack had proposed to her while they were at a car show out west. He popped the question next to a classic 1955 Chevy Bel-air. It had been perfect.
Her life was now perfect. She was in love with a man who would walk over hot coals to make sure she was happy. Something that hadn’t happened with Dean.
Ridley glanced out Jack’s office window to the floor below. He spoke to one of his metal workers and glanced up to her. He waved.
She returned the greeting as a flash of black and yellow raced by. Dozer, having had his leg amputated, took it in stride. He had no trouble keeping up with Ed’s dog, Blackie.
Everything had fallen into place.
A disastrous three days had become something she’d always wished for.
Someone who loved and appreciated her.
As she sipped her coffee from her Sterling Motors travel mug, she knew this was what she wanted in her life.
A job she loved with the man she loved, and her loyal dog by her side.
It didn’t get any better than that.
The End
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