A Baby for the Officer: Boys of Rockford #1

by Henley Maverick

  “Research,” she teased, with a wink.

  “Research? No, you’re just a natural,” I declared breathily, as I placed a kiss on the side of her head.

  She laughed as she nibbled on my ear. “Not really.”

  I gave her a heated look as I ran one finger along her chest, down the slope of her stomach then back up.

  13

  Lyla

  “You definitely are a natural,” he pronounced as he drew in another ragged breath before standing up suddenly. He held out his hand, I placed mine in his, andhe picked me up, cradling me against his chest.

  “What are you doing?” I questioned as I looked up at him, placing a kiss on his neck. He balanced me in his strong arms as he gave me a long look.

  “I think it’s time we take this to the bedroom.”

  He kicked the door open and slowly deposited me on the bed. He lifted me up slightly, kissed me soundly then gently pushed me back against the bed. He pulled me further, so I was balanced on the edge of the bed. He crouched down in front of me and used his teeth to gently remove my thong. I swallowed thickly as he reached behind and unhooked my bra, allowing my breasts to spill forward.

  He sank his teeth into one while kneading the other. The sound of my breathy moans soon filled the bedroom as my legs spread open even further. He turned his attention to the other breast, making sure he lavished just as much attention on it until both nipples were hard as pebbles.

  I wound my fingers through his hair and made quiet whimpering noises in the back of my throat.

  “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you moan, Lyla. I want to know how much you want me,” he urged as he began to kiss down the slope of my belly. I pushed myself forward till I was perched on the edge, my ass balancing precariously on the edge as his tongue sunk into mysensitive flesh. He began to lightly nibble my inner thighs, causing ripples of pleasure to careen through me as my hands grabbed fistfuls of the bed sheets and squeezed.

  “Oh, God, yes,” I moaned when his mouth traveled back to my center. My legs tightened reflexively around him. I took a deep breath and ordered my legs to relax, releasing him. He kissed me softly at first, letting his hot breath dance across the bundle of nerves. He blew quietly causing my insides to go into a tizzy. I tightened my grip around his neck to gesture that I was getting impatient, and his tongue darted and licked its way inside, until a shout escaped my lips when he made contact with my nub.

  “You like that, do you?” he murmured.

  “Yes, oh, Clay.”

  That was all the encouragement he needed to push his tongue in further, swirling it around, then back and forth. My hips rose up until I was practically hovering in the air, thrust against him until I came apart calling out his name as if it were a chant.

  My chest rose and fell unevenly as I blew my hair out of my face and gave him a soft look. He responded by giving me a heated one, as he ran his fingers along my legs then back up leaving a trail of heat in his wake.

  He ran his stubble along my inner thighs, the prickly sensation tickling me erotically as I sighed deeply and arched my back. One hand stayed firmly on my lower back while the other parted my pink folds, and he thrust his tongue in again.

  “What’s happening?” I squeaked, my voice sounding breathy.

  Was he really going go for seconds?

  “I’m not done with you yet,” he said seductively, as he swirled his tongue around, slowly building up the sensation as I writhed beneath him, making sounds I didn’t know were possible.

  I forgot to be embarrassed as the sound of my loud moans echoed through the room. I didn’t care that Emily might awaken because of the sound, or that the neighbors might hear, or that he could see my butt naked body in daylight.

  None of those things mattered.

  I felt emboldened, powerful and most of all, sexy.

  My entire body felt like it was on fire, and Clay showed no signs of letting up. He hooked one hand underneath my leg and lifted it up over his shoulder, giving him better access. I gasped as he ran his tongue expertly along my silky folds, his head gliding slowly up, then down as he lapped up my juices.

  He parted his mouth and began to blow softly on me, causing a tickling sensation unlike any I’d ever felt. I groaned as my hands clenched into fists, and I threw my head back, abandoning all sense of reason.

  So what if this marriage was just to keep him and Emily together?

  Even if our relationship was a ticking time bomb, it didn’t matter in that moment. All that mattered was the language our bodies were speaking. Giving and receiving in equal measure as we moved in sync.

  The feeling of his mouth against my core felt exceedingly intimate and personal. No one else had ever known me that way before, and if I were being honest, I didn’t want anyone else to. I could feel the tension build up within me, and I moaned as I tumbled off the edge.

  He pulled back, a satisfied grin on his face as he kissed my stomach then crawled up next to me and gathered me into his arms

  “I think I like being married, Mr. Baker,” I said huskily, as I tilted my head up to his for a sweet kiss.

  “I’m glad you do, Mrs. Baker because I like it too,” he responded honestly, as he gave me a full smile. I gave him a quick peck on the lips, lingering ever so suggestively as I smiled against his mouth before I pulled back.

  “Do you think it’s normal?” I asked after a while as I placed my head in the crook of his neck. His arm came up around me, and I threw one leg over him. We were scissored in place, and I enjoyed it.

  There were so many things I liked about Clay, and I knew that not all of them were sexual. However, it didn’t hurt that the sex was amazing. Not that I had anything to compare it to. Still, I heard it wasn’t easy for a woman to orgasm during sex, and I definitely didn’t have that problem.

  I wondered if that was because of Clay’s experience, or my inexperience.

  Either way, it didn’t matter.

  I stretched leisurely, feeling tingle in my body all the way to the tips of my toes. I quite enjoyed it because I never knew that my body could feel this much.

  “What’s normal?” Clay asked as he wound his hand through my hair.

  “You know.” I gestured between the two of us. “Doing it as often as we do.”

  Clay chuckled as his other hand rubbed my arm slowly causing delicious goosebumps to break out across my sensitive skin. My head slid down, so that it was laying across his chest, tucked underneath his chin.

  “You think this is often? Trust me, Lyla. We could go at it for hours,” he whispered into my ear as he nibbled on my earlobe.

  “Oh? Ohhhhhh,” I dragged it out as he began to massage my earlobes. My eyelids fluttered closed, and I offered myself up to him completely as his hands moved from my earlobes to my scalp.

  He gently began to massage my hair in a way that was sending waves upon waves of relaxation coursing through me.

  “That feels really good,” I murmured though my tongue felt heavy in my mouth.

  “Turn around,” he said, softly into my ear. “On your stomach.”

  I eagerly did as I was told as I stretched my arms and legs out on either side of me, spread eagle. He kneeled between my legs and began to run his hands lightly over the muscles in my back. He started slowly, lightly grazing the skin which felt pliable beneath his expert touch.

  Once I was complete goo underneath him, he began to knead my shoulders, and a soft meowling noise escaped my lips. He continued to do that across my entire body, kneading, then releasing until I was making incomprehensible noises in the back of my throat.

  “You sound so sexy, Lyla.” He bent over to whisper as he spread himself flat against my body, his weight releasing tension from my body.

  “I can see you’re enjoying it too,” I said breathily, as I felt his erection poke into my behind.

  “Oh, definitely. It’s mutually beneficial,” he grunted as he slapped my ass. “Up for a little something different.”

  “Mmm-hmmm
,” I sighed as I turned my head to the side, my eyebrow raised in curiosity.

  “Okay, I want you to lift your butt up and bend your knees as if you were about to crawl forward,” he instructed as he slid off me.

  I immediately did as I was told, a rush of excitement stealing over me.

  I had a feeling I knew what he was going to do.

  “If you don’t like it, you let me know, okay?” he advised as he rested his head atop my ass, kissing each cheek slowly as if his life depended on it.

  “Okay,” I agreed as I balanced myself on my forearms and faced the headboard.

  I heard the bed shift as Clay moved, so that he was directly behind me. I peaked over my shoulder and saw him position himself, so that he was entering me from behind. He held himself still as he waited for me to adjust to the feeling of him like this, and a quiet gasp escaped my lips as I felt him slide across my clit.

  “Do you like it?” His voice sounded hoarse as if he was straining to exert control, and I knew it was because men loved this position. It gave them the freedom to exercise power, and they loved looking at asses. At least, that’s what my research revealed.

  I felt a little silly looking up these things online, but it wasn’t like there was anyone I could ask.

  “Yes.” I breathed as he began to thrust into me slowly.

  “Good, because I like this position very much. Your glorious ass hanging in the air like that,” he said, his voice dripping with sex as I thrust myself backwards. “And your tits.”

  He reached underneath me and began playing with my breasts, massaging and kneading them in a way that had my eyes snapping shut as I gave in all to the sensations ricocheting through me.

  “Clay, you’re so big,” I inhaled, as he grunted with pleasure and began to pick up the pace. Soon, he was pounding into me, and the only sounds that could be heard were our hard breathing and breathy moaning.

  The sound of the bed creaking beneath our weight also filled my ears as Clay placed his hands on either side of my hips. “God, you’re so fucking tight. I could stay in here all night.”

  “Why don’t you?” I panted as I pushed myself particularly hard earning a growl from Clay as caressed my ass before lightly slapping it.

  “Oh, you like it rough too, huh?”

  “I like you, whatever you do,” I admitted in a low husky voice.

  He laughed, a low guttural sound. “I like you too, especially in this position.”

  We continued to thrust into each other until my entire body shook underneath the weight of orgasm, and he followed soon after.

  We stayed like that for a long time, our naked bodies pressed against each other before he finally pulled out of me, and we collapsed into each other’s arms.

  14

  Clay

  The guys at work had been giving me crap all day, hounding me for not telling me them about my not-so-secret nuptials.

  Sure, Lyla and I tried to keep it a secret, but how long can you really keep something under wraps in a small town like this where people feed on gossip?

  They jumped on every little scrap, and I suppose our surprise wedding took everyone by surprise, including the police station which, was normally above that kind of thing.

  I supposed the fact that I was the sheriff, and she was my nanny made it all the more interesting, and according to some gossip I overheard, scandalous. I frowned when word reached my ears about some of the things that were said, but I brushed it off.

  Lyla and I knew the truth, and I was sure she could keep her head above the fray. Besides, it’s not like I could hunt down every single person who bad mouthed my wife. That would be virtually impossible, and smearing someone’s reputation was unfortunately, not a crime.

  I had faith that Lyla could rise above it though. My mouth twitched as I caught sight of the wedding band glinting on my ring finger, and I tried to suppress a smile because I knew that they would never let me live it down.

  I was definitely in trouble. I knew that this was a marriage born out of necessity, but I wasn’t about to fool myself into thinking that I didn’t feel anything for Lyla, because I did.

  I wasn’t sure if it would’ve been enough to get married by ourselves, but it certainly solidified the idea of us being married. In any case, we were two adults who respected and cared for each other, and it could’ve been a lot worse.

  People got married for a lot less.

  One of my colleagues waggled his eyebrows at me and made some suggestive gyrating hip movements which I rolled my eyes at.

  “Alright guys, settle down and let’s get to work, shall we? We’re all professionals here,” I called out, in my strictest voice.

  It worked for the most part, but there were still some people who snickered and called out things to me on the way around the office.

  Men could be such frat boys sometimes. Even I could admit that.

  I settled down at my desk, took a sip of my coffee and began to pour over my work. I was hoping to finish early tonight, so I could surprise Lyla. She was still sleeping soundly when I left our bed this morning, and I didn’t want to wake her because I knew Emily was going to do that soon anyways.

  I was reluctant to leave our warm bed, but I knew I had to get to work.

  I frowned as I made some notes and tried to ignore the ruckus outside. Whatever was happening didn’t concern me.

  Until I heard shouting, and Ginny’s agitated voice rise above it all. “Please, keep your voice down.”

  “I will not,” a voice said, coldly furious.

  My mouth pressed into a thin line as I looked up and found myself staring directly at Abigail Windsor, who stood with her hands on her hips, a scowl etched onto her features. I was hidden from view because of the angle of police desks, and I was grateful because I knew that if she could see me, she would be shooting daggers.

  “You cannot walk in without an appointment, Mrs. Windsor. I’m terribly sorry,” Ginny said, apologetically but firmly. She was standing her ground against Abigail Windsor of all people.

  Damn, that girl had guts.

  I should give her a raise.

  “Oh, I think he’ll want to see me,” she said, snidely as she placed her purse on the front desk and let her gaze slide over the station distastefully. “I thought you were supposed to be a respectable police station.”

  “We are,” Ginny insisted as she lifted her chin up.

  “Then why are you denying me the right to see the sheriff?” She bit out, her tone smooth but venomous.

  “As I said, Mrs. Windsor, he’s terribly busy, and you could talk to one of his deputies. I’m sure they’d be delighted to help.”

  Ginny gestured to a wide array of officers who were staring, but as soon as Abigail looked at them, they either walked away, or bent their heads down and pretended to be busy with something.

  Yeah, she was definitely frightening like that.

  “I can wait,” she said, frostily. “This is important, and while I wait, I think you’d all be interested to hear a sordid story about your boss. Who doesn’t like scandals after all?”

  I snatched the phone and quickly dialed Ginny’s desk. “Ginny, send her in now.”

  I wasn’t one for public scenes, and I had no interest in having my personal life become fodder for the masses. This wasn’t a feeding frenzy, and I knew that Abigail did that on purpose to get my attention, but it was still my turf.

  I stood up and slipped my hands into my pockets, trying to look casual and unnerved as she strode forward purposefully. She swung the door open and let it close behind her, not even bothering with a hello before she sat on the seat facing me.

  “Mrs. Windsor, what a pleasure to see you again,” I said, sardonically. “Can I offer you something to drink?”

  “I am not interested in pleasantries. I did you the favor of a civilized social call once, but I will not do it again,” she said, testily as she perched on the chair, her back held erect.

  I nodded seriously. “Of course, what
can I do for you?”

  “Do you really want to play this game with me, Mr. Baker?” Her eyes bore into me, and a shiver of dread went up my spine.

  “What game would that be?” I asked as I spread my hands out on my desk, giving her my full attention.

  “Stop playing dumb with me, Mr. Baker,” Abigail warned, her eyes glinting dangerously. We faced each other, neither one of us daring to blink until I leaned back in my desk, a subtle shift of power.

  “I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I drawled. “If you give me some clue, I’d be able to assist you better.”

  Abigail leaned forward, a sardonic smile playing on the edge of her lips. “The timing of your marriage is quite convenient?”

  “Convenient for whom?”

  “For your case, of course. I know my lawyer served you the papers, and I’m sure you saw that one of the points we cited was that you are an unmarried man.”

  “I was an unmarried man,” I pointed out as I held up my hand. “As of yesterday, I am happily married.”

  Abigail grit her teeth. “I don’t buy it for an instant.”

  “I have the documents to prove it,” I said, cheerfully, enjoying the fact that I had the upper hand in this case. I rummaged around in my desk till I pulled out the paper and slammed it triumphantly in front of her.

  Her eyes quickly scanned the paper, growing narrower and narrower with each line she read till they were nothing but slits.

  “This proves nothing,” she said, finally, dismissively as she pushed the papers away from her. It was almost as if they offended her in some way, and the angry looks she kept giving them, it was almost as if she hoped they would catch fire and spontaneously combust.

  “It proves everything,” I argued, smugly. “Lyla and I got married yesterday. Isn’t that what you wanted to know?”

  Abigail leaned back in her chair, a smirk hovering on the edge of her lips. “Do you expect me to believe that this is a real marriage?”

  “I can get the judge from the courthouse on the phone right now,” I began as I reached for my phone.