by DL Gallie
“To baby Cruz,” we all echo. The guys head outside to start the grill, while Bay and I stay inside to finish prepping the meat and salad.
“Grill’s ready,” Corey yells.
Since I’m closest to the meat tray, I grab it and head outside when I overhear Corey. “I owe you an apology, Cruz.”
This causes me to pause. “Why?”
“I’ve been a dick to you all week, thinking you’d turned your back on Charli. I guess we all judged before having the whole story.”
“If the shoe was on the other foot, I would have jumped to the same conclusion. But I meant what I said before, I will be there any way that she’ll have me.”
“She wants you by her side,” I say, stepping outside.
Handing the meat to Corey, I walk over to Nic, and slide my arm around his waist. “I mean it, Nic. We need and want you by our side.”
“And I want to be there. Every step of the way.”
Lifting to my tippy-toes, I press my lips to his. My pregnancy hormones decide to wave and shake their jazz hands on my clit, and I unabashedly moan into the kiss, rubbing myself on his leg to ease the friction currently pinging between my thighs.
“You getting a clit boner?” Bay asks, as she places the salads on the table.
“A what?” I ask, pulling away from Nic and blushing at my brazenness.
“A clit boner?” I scrunch my eyes in confusion. “You know, when your clit tingles and grows, a clit boner.”
Shaking my head, I laugh. “I’m not answering that.”
“That’s totally a yes,” she says. “You guys alright for drinks?”
They both nod their heads indicating they are good. She heads back inside and returns a few moments later with a wine bucket and her drink. In the bucket is her bubbly and my grape juice.
The four of us have a chillaxed and quiet evening. It’s the most content I’ve felt since I discovered I was pregnant. We laughed. We—well they—got drunk but most of all, Nic was by my side.
Later that evening, I fold a drunk Nic into my car and drive back to my place. He and I make it upstairs and we fall into bed. Lying in Nic’s arm, I have a smile on my face. This is the first time in days that I feel happy and content. No longer do I think falling for Agent Cruz is bad, falling for Daddy Cruz is the best thing I’ve ever done.
28
Dominic
When I wake up, I realize it wasn’t a dream. I’m in bed with Charli and she’s snuggled into my side. I have the hangover from hell—remind me never to go shot for shot with Baylor again. Now I know why Corey said no.
“Ugh,” I groan.
“Feeling a little under the weather?” Charli asks me, lifting her head to stare up at me. Her chin resting on my pec.
“Why didn’t you warn me about Baylor?”
“’Cause everyone needs to at least once go shot for shot with her. You are officially a team member now.”
“I like being a part of Team Davis.”
“And I like being on Team Cruz.” I pause and smile. “I can’t believe Baylor got us #TeamCruz shirts.”
“She really is something else.”
“She’s Baylor. You either love her or loathe her.”
“Well, I know I love you, Charli Davis, and I’m never letting you go.”
“Is that so?” she says, as she straddles me, rubbing herself on my growing cock. It's then I realize we’re naked and I wonder if we had sex last night. “No, we didn’t,” she says, garnering my attention.
“How did you know I was thinking that?”
Reaching up, I cup her breasts with my hands and massage them. She moans. “Because I know all your tells.”
“I think I know yours too.”
“And what do I want?” she breathlessly asks, as she continues to circle her hips on my cock.
“Right now, you want me to fuck you.”
“Mmmhmpf,” she says. Her eyes still closed as she continues to ride me.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
She opens her eyes and stares down at me. “Nothing.” She lifts her hips and slides down my cock. Her walls hugging me tightly. With her eyes locked on mine, she rides me as if she’s a cowgirl. Bucking, fucking, holding on like her life depends on it. And unlike a rodeo, I last for longer than eight seconds.
Together, we reach our crescendo and we shout each other’s names as we bathe in orgasmic pleasure. She collapses onto my chest, “I’ve missed that,” she mumbles into my neck.
“So you only missed me this past week for my cock?”
“Not just your cock.” She lifts her head. “I’ve been miserable without you, Nic. I’m sorry that I didn’t give you a chance to explain what I overheard. I’m sorry I eavesdropped. I’m sorry I pushed you away, but most of all, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was pregnant sooner.”
“You have nothing to apologize for. We’re together now and that’s all that matters, and I promise you I’ll be here every step of the way, Charli. Can I come to your next appointment?”
She lifts her head. “You can come to them all.” She leans forward and presses her lips to mine. What starts out as a slow and sensual kiss, quickly turns heated and carnal. Flipping Charli to her back, I line my once again hard dick up at her entrance and slide in.
Her pussy was made for my cock.
With our eyes fused to each other, we make love.
Slow and sweet love.
Charli Davis is it for me, now and forever.
After a lazy morning in bed together, we order an Uber and head back to Baylor and Corey’s place to collect my bike. When Charli heard I rode over, she was excited to go for a ride. We showered separately, because if we’d showered together, I would have taken her again and I don’t think my cock, or her pussy, needs another work out.
Baylor and Corey aren’t home so Charli texts her to let her know we’ve collected my bike. Charli hops on behind me, having her pressed against me is the best feeling in the world. Not wanting to go straight home, I ask her if she’s up for an adventure. She nods so I jump on to the I-94 E and head toward Michigan City.
Parking my bike, we head to a hole-in-the-wall fish and chip shop and then head to the water’s edge for a midafternoon picnic.
“It’s so beautiful here.”
“It sure is,” I tell her, my eyes locked on her and not the view.
“I meant the view.”
“I know, the view from where I’m sitting is the most gorgeous view I have ever seen. Angel, you are glowing.”
She looks to me and smiles. “Would you believe today is the first day that I haven’t been sick since I found out?”
“Really?” I question.
“Yep, and I think it’s because of you. Since seeing you yesterday afternoon and clearing the air, I’ve felt this weight lift. I’m not as anxious or stressed.”
“Well, that’s good, because anxiety and stress are not good for babies.”
“And when did you become Mr. Baby-Know-It-All?”
“This morning when you were asleep after you sexually attacked me.”
“I sexually attacked you?” she questions.
“Yep, I was just lying there when you straddled me and took advantage of lil’ old me.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining.”
“Not complaining, just stating that you started it.”
“Keep that up and you won’t get attacked ever again.”
“Like you can stay away from this?” I jump up and strike a pose. Charli laughs and it’s like music to my ears. Offering her my hand, I pull her up and into my arms. Sliding one around her waist, I stare into her eyes. “For what it's worth, you can sexually attack me like that anytime you want.”
“Anytime, eh?”
“Yep, anytime.”
“How quick can you get us back to your place?”
Throwing her over my shoulder, she squeals and laughs as I hoof it back to my bike. Slapping her ass for good measure. She moans and it goes straight to m
y cock.
“Did my slapping your ass just turn you on?”
“Yes, everything about you turns me on and since I’ve become pregnant, my sexual appetite has increased. I hope you’re ready for this.”
“If it means I get to fuck you twenty-four seven, then bring it on.”
“Then take me home, Biker Boy, and—”
Cutting her off, I place a chaste kiss on her lips. We climb on my bike and I speed back to my place, breaking quite a few road rules, but the fines will be worth it. My girl wants to fuck and what my girl wants, my girl gets.
29
Darren Chikatilo
Should have known that dear old brother would fuck all of this up. I told him not to get involved with Vlahos. I told him we had enough and would be fine, but no, he didn’t listen and now he’s in jail and our money is in limbo. And to top it off, that bitch is playing dumb. I was hoping getting her suspended would get her to falter and give me the location of the money, but she’s locked up tighter than a nun’s cunt. Seems she’s loyal to Dean and only him, she should know that I’m the one in charge.
I’m sitting on an uncomfortable chair in the visitation area at the prison, waiting for my brother. I’ve had enough of this shit, I want my money and I want it now. My patience has run out and it's time for them to give me the answers I need.
Looking at my watch, I shake my head when I realize I’ve been waiting here for twenty minutes, he’s still not here and the anger I was already harboring is getting stronger by the minute. The buzzer sounds and I look up to see Dean walking toward me, he has a black eye and a busted nose.
“The fuck happened to you?”
“Dominic Cruz.”
“The partner?”
He nods. “The fucker sucker punched me when I wouldn’t give him information to clear Charli’s name.”
“Speaking of the cunt, what are we going to do about her? She’s still not complying.”
“It’s hard to comply when you don’t know shit,” he tells me, but I know that she knows something. You don’t work closely with someone like those two did and not know about every aspect of each other’s life—legal and illegal. Besides, he wouldn’t be protecting her otherwise. I’m starting to suspect that she and my brother are conspiring against me. He better still be on my side, I don’t give a rat’s ass that he’s family, if he’s betrayed me, I will have no qualms in taking him out.
“You cannot tell me that she knows nothing. Why are you protecting her? Just get her to give up the goods and this can all be over.”
“I’ve told you, I hadn’t implemented the incrimination of her before I was incarcerated.”
“So you say, I need to get this finalized. I can’t hold them off any longer.”
“Once I’m out of here, it will all work out.”
“I can’t wait that fucking long. This is all because you got involved in something I told you not to. If you’d just stuck to the original plan, I’d be free of my mess and we’d be on a beach living it up in Fiji.”
“We needed him for protection, you know that.”
“And look at what you ended up getting instead?”
“You need to get past this, Darren. I will be out soon and then we can proceed with the final steps.” Reaching over, he taps my cheek. “Patience, dear brother. Patience.”
“My patience has run out,” I growl, slamming my fist on the table. “I fucking told you not to get involved with Vlahos. I knew something would happen and what do you know, I was correct. He’s dead. You’re locked up, and the money is in limbo because you fucked up.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” he snarls. “As I’ve repeatedly told you, we needed the protection he could offer us.”
“And I told you I had it sorted, you’ve ruined this for me…I mean…us.”
He shakes his head and glares at me. “I will get you what you want as soon as I’m out of here. That was always the deal.”
“I’ll just pay the little bitch a visit, she’ll give it up and then I’ll work on getting you out.”
“You can try but I assure you, she doesn’t know what you want to know. I keep telling you that, but you aren’t listening.”
“Don’t protect her. I will kill her and you if it have to.”
“Right now, brother dearest, you need me more than I need you. Look around,” he waves his hand around, “three meals a day. Roof over my head. I’m safe in here, you can’t touch me. You, on the other hand, you’re out there without the one thing you want. I have the power to bring you down if I so choose, but I gave you my word and I still stand by that. Now. Get me the fuck out of here and we can finish what we started.”
I growl at my brother, “Don't mess with me. One call and I can end you in there.” I point behind him.
“And then you’ll be up shit creek without a paddle.” He leans forward. “Get me the fuck out of here and then I will help you. Until that happens, my lips are sealed.” He mimes zipping his lips. Rising up, Dean rests his palms on the edge of the metal table and he stares down at me. “Get me the fuck out of here, Darren.” He turns on his heel, and stalks away from me, just before he steps out of sight; he looks over his shoulder. “Clocks ticking, asshole.”
Slamming my fist on the table, I growl, “Fuck.” Standing up, I stride out of the room, my head held high, not letting on that I’m pissed the fuck off. My blood is boiling. Signing out of the prison, I walk to my car, climb into the driver’s seat, and head back to my place.
Walking inside, I flop down on the ratty sofa. I’m running out of patience. I want my money and I want it now. I need to up my game if I’m going to get this sorted quickly. It’s time to up the stakes. Charli Davis is about to pay up. She needs to realize, I always get what’s owed and my brother can fuck right off if he thinks I’m waiting. I wait for no one. Game on, bitch!
30
Charli
Waking in Nic’s arms is fast becoming my favorite way to wake up. But it comes a close second to his head between my thighs. The pregnancy sex hormones are running rampant through me at the moment. Lately, each and every time I look at Nic, my panties dampen and I have to jump him. My sexual need has gotten so out of control that he bought me a rabbit to give his cock a break. And I have to say, using ‘Ronnie the Rabbit’ while he’s watching me is such a turn-on that usually after I’ve given myself a self-induced orgasm, he gives me a Nic-induced one too. Hashtag winning.
“Morning, Angel,” he says, in his deep and gruff voice. It sends shivers through me and I shudder in his arms. “Did you just come from me saying good morning?”
“No,” I smack his chest and giggle, lifting my head up, I gaze into his baby blues, “but my panties are now soaked.”
“You’re not wearing any,” he whispers as he rolls on top of me, cocooning me under him.
“Are you complaining?” Raising my eyebrows suggestively at him, I spread my legs and lift my hips, rubbing myself on his morning wood. His cock hardens further between us. Grabbing my arms, he raises them up, pressing them into the mattress as he begins to slide the tip of his dick up and down my slit. His eyes are locked on mine when he presses his length inside of me.
“Nic,” I moan, as my body adjusts to his girth. He thrusts in and out of me, ever so slowly. “Faster,” I mewl, scratching my nails down his back. He presses his lips to mine and kisses me deeply. Our tongues slide back and forth in sync with his dick down below.
Breaking the kiss, he stares down at me and lifts my leg over his shoulder. Hitting that magical spot with each thrust of his hips. “Niiiiiiic,” I scream as my orgasm explodes. My body coming alive from head to toe as pleasure courses through me.
Nic’s body tenses and he grunts through his release, “Fuck, I love you.”
“I love you too,” I pant, as he lowers my leg and collapses to the mattress next to me.
Rolling to my side, I snuggle into him. “What do you think of the name Carter if it’s a girl.”
“Carter Davis, I like it.”
“No, Cruz. She, or he, will have your last name.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep, because hopefully one day, I’ll have that last name too.”
“Charli Cruz, I like that just as much as Carter Cruz.”
“And if it’s a boy DJ, Dominic Junior.”
“I don’t hate that either.”
“Then it’s sorted, Carter for a girl and DJ for a boy.”
With a smile on my face, I lie here and enjoy the moment, not knowing that in the coming weeks, my bliss bubble will be popped when everything unravels.
31
Charli
…ten weeks later
I’m sitting out on Nic’s deck, enjoying a cheeseburger and biding time ‘til my doctor’s appointment later this afternoon. The joys of being on suspension for something that you didn’t do, time, lots of time on my hands. Nic is going to meet me there and we will get to see our baby and maybe find out the sex. I think I want a surprise, there are very few surprises in life but Nic, along with Bay, want to find out.
My phone rings, halting my decision/thoughts on finding out the sex. Looking down, I scrunch face up when I see it’s Patrick from IA calling me. I know he’s just doing his job but he doesn’t help the stigma given to Internal Affairs agents, he really is a power hungry asshole.
“This is Charli,” I say as I answer.
“I need you to come into the office,” he says, no greeting or pleasantries.
“I’m sorry, who is this?” If he wants to be a dick I can be one too.
“It’s Patrick from IA,” he snaps.
“Hi, Patrick,” I say, stalling, and wanting to piss him off. “How are you today? I’m great, thanks for asking.”
“I need you to come into the office, now.”
