Forbidden Kisses

L. R. Black

Forbidden Kisses

L.R. Black

Editor(s):

Katerina Ann & Sonja Mullins

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Copyright © 2017 by L.R. Black

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Printed in the United States of America

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Warning

This book may have triggers and is intended for ages 18 and up.

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Disclaimer

Author is not responsible for the destruction of panties because of reading this book.

For all my readers who patiently waited for Troy

You and I and nobody else, feeling feelings, I’ve never felt.

The way you’ve got me under your spell. Don’t you keep it all to yourself.

~Little Mix

Contents

Synopsis

Prologue

1. Laura

2. Troy

3. Troy

4. Troy

5. Laura

6. Troy

7. Troy

8. Laura

9. Laura

10. Laura

11. Laura

12. Troy

13. Troy

14. Laura

15. Troy

16. Troy

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Synopsis

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Laura has had everything she ever wanted, with one exception.

Troy, her best friend’s father, has been dodging her seduction attempts for years. Ever since she was sixteen, she has tried to get his attention but only seems to be driving him crazy. But she’s older now, and she will finally be taking what’s hers. Troy won’t even know what hit him.

Troy spent years watching Laura grow up right alongside his own daughter.

He doesn’t know when he noticed she isn’t the little girl running around in pigtails and dresses, but he’s taking notice now. Laura wants him too; doing everything she can to drive him crazy with desire. But she’s teased him now for the last time. He’s going to give her the discipline she needs and show her what it’s like to be his forever.

Prologue

Laura

Fuck, it’s so hot in this club, I think to myself, as I sit at the bar next to Jess. Mark sits on the seat beside mine telling me some story about his friends that I don’t really want to hear. I laugh anyways just to be nice. Mark is tall, with shaggy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body built like a football player. But he's cute in an all-American guy kind of way, I guess. We’ve danced together a few times tonight and he seems like a nice guy but a little forward.

He gives me a boyish grin and that’s the problem: he’s a boy, not a man. “Another drink?”

I glance down at my empty glass of Cranberry Vodka Tonic. “Sure, why not?”

He flags the bartender down and orders our drinks. Jess nudges me with her elbow and I turn to her just as the bartender sets down my drink. "What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing. You said we would be here for two hours, don't you think we should get going?"

"Yeah, sure, but just a few more minutes okay? I want to get Mark's number." I tell her, even though I don’t plan on talking to him after tonight. He’s been offering his number all night. I’m just going to take it and then delete it later.

"Fine, I'll text Callum and let him know we're leaving."

I take a drink of my tonic and almost spit it out. The bartender must have put way too much cranberry in it. I must have made a face because Mark asks with a concerned look on his face, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine, my friend and I should go. I’m going to run to the bathroom, then come back and get your number.” He smiles at that.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting right here.” He assures me.

Sliding out of my seat without my skirt showing my ass is tricky. I manage it though and head towards the bathroom, hurrying to get this horrible taste out of my mouth. Thankfully it isn’t crowded, I go in, wash my hands, and splash some water in my mouth. I wish I had a mint for my mouth instead, that would help more than the water, but I'll take what I can get. And of course, to top it all off, now I feel a headache coming on — happy birthday to me. Screw getting phone numbers, I want my soft bed and quiet.

Stepping out of the bathroom into the darkened hall, I don’t notice the person standing to the side of the door. Someone grabs me by the arms and pushes me backwards so fast my head is thrown back and connects with the wall behind me. I see spots and the headache that was forming in the bathroom is now full-blown. I struggle against my attacker whose hands are everywhere — until they aren't. He’s pulled away from me so suddenly that I slide to the floor. I hear fighting and Jess frantically calling my name. I struggle to stand as she helps me up from the floor. I lean on her as she tries to help me walk back to the bar when all of the sudden I’m weightless.

I realize I’ve been lifted into someone’s arms, not my attacker's I’m sure. A glass is lifted to my lips and I take slow sips when I realize it's water. A giant hand feels around on my sore head and I wince.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, just making sure you don’t have a concussion. You’re gonna have a hell of a headache tomorrow.”

You think? I want to say, but my war with sleep is taking priority right now. Before sleep takes over, the last thought that goes through my mind is that Jess’s dad is going to be pissed.

1

Laura

“Have you lost your fucking mind?! Do you know how irresponsible you were last night?”

I rest my throbbing head against the window of Troy’s police-issued Dodge Charger and try not to listen as he rants at me for the trouble I got into last night. Well, trouble sounds juvenile and the situation I found myself in at Club Rave last night was serious. I just wanted to celebrate my birthday, have fun, and let loose with Jess, my best friend. I should have known it would go downhill.

The dick I talked to at the bar slipped something in my drink. By the time I got my first taste, I knew something was wrong with it. It was a little too tart, with a bad aftertaste. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and when I cane out, I was grabbed and shoved against the wall. Frozen by fear, I couldn't move as I realized the guy had followed me, determined to take what he wanted.

I silently berate myself for being so irresponsible and not watching my back. I thought I would be sick when he started to run his hands over me. The moment I felt him paw at my breast, I knew I had to do something to stop him from the dark plans he had in mind. Even though I had naively thought I could fight off my attacker, I didn’t anticipate the difference in our sizes. He was tall, around 6’ 2” and built large like a linebacker — I was just no match for him. I was unbelievably lucky that Callum had his friend watching out for Jess and me.

Fast forward to this morning when Jess’ dad, Troy, showed up at Callum’s house looking for us. I passed out on the way home last night, the events of the night catching up with me, leaving me drained and exhausted. Callum took charge of the situation and brought Jess and me to his house. I have a feeling he doesn’t think too much of me right now.

When I groggily stumbled into Callum’s kitchen this morning, I stopped short when I saw an irate Troy sitting at the table. His grey eyes narrowed on me and his jaw hardened. I just knew I was going to need a lot of Tylenol before I had to listen to the lecture that was coming.

So here we are now with me in the passenger seat of Troy’s car while he once again treats me like the child I stopped being years ago. I sigh in frustration, “You can stop lecturing me, Troy, I'm not a child anymore.”

“The shit you got into last night definitely proves that you aren’t an adult.”

I look out the window, not noticing the trees and houses passing by. I don’t respond to Troy, I feel despondent at this point. There isn’t any point in trying to reason with him. I have known him all my life and have seen him mad plenty of times, but never has he turned this level of anger on me. For once, I just wish he would see me as the woman I am now at nineteen and not the pigtailed little girl I used to be.

“Your parents should have locked you down.” Troy tells me angrily.

“They would have to actually be around long enough to do that, Troy, now wouldn’t they?”

“If you were mine, little girl, I would bend you over my knee and tan your ass.” He threatens.

The idea of his hand on my ass sends a jolt of lust through me. I would love nothing more than to have his hands moving slowly and seductively over my skin. To feel his callused fingers stroking my ass before he gives me the punishment he thinks I deserve. As much as I know yearning for the things I wish he would do to me is hopeless, I can’t stop them from running through my mind.

I peer around as the car comes to a stop and I realize we are at my house. Before Troy can get out and open my door, I climb out of my side and walk around the front of his car to his door. I lean into his car window, catching the fury in his silver eyes and softly say, “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not yours, isn’t it . . . Daddy?”

Without waiting for his response, I walk away. I don’t look back as I hear Troy peel out of my driveway. I smirk to myself. I’m not a kid anymore and if Troy doesn’t realize that now, he will soon. I have waited for him for the past three years. The wait is over. Troy is about to see that he belongs to me — just like I have always belonged to him.

2

Troy

Anger rages through my body like flames as I leave Laura’s house, watching her reflection fade in my rearview mirror. It’s been a long time since I have felt these kinds of emotions. Anger, fear, and an uncontrollable lust that throbs throughout my body and settles into my rising cock. Fuck! She drives me out of my mind!

I panicked when I came home early this morning only to see that neither of the girls were home and both of their phones were going to voicemail. I called Callum, but couldn’t reach him either. As I headed over to his house, a hundred frightening thoughts ran through my mind. I was stupid and knew better than to let two nineteen-year-old girls go out on their own like that. Callum made that point very clear last night when I called him to check on things at the station, but told me that he had a guy in Atlanta that was an undercover officer who he called to keep an eye on Laura and Jess.

I respect Callum and trust him more than anyone, but the tone he took with me about my daughter warrants a punch to the face. I hope he doesn’t think that just because he's dating Jess, I'll let him get away with shit like that. She might be his... girlfriend, but she'll always be my baby and I have her best interests at heart and always want her safe — which is the only reason he's still breathing. I’m not crazy about the age difference, but I have learned with my time on the force that there are a lot of crazies in this world and Callum is a loyal, hard-working friend, he isn’t a womanizer like a lot of men I know, and he's very protective of Jess — I trust him with her.

By the time I made it to his house, I had worked up a good case of what ifs regarding the girls. I worry just as much about Laura as I do Jess. Those girls have been stuck together like glue since they were little. When her parents were always gone, off on one trip after another, leaving the housekeeper to watch out for Laura, Jess practically moved her into our house.

I didn't mind. Laura needed a friend, to know that she was loved and that she had people who cared — care — about her. Plus, she is the complete opposite of Jess and needs someone to look out for her. She’s rebellious and irresponsible at times and it drives me out of my mind with worry.

When Callum opened his front door and I saw Jess behind him in one of his shirts, my emotions went from worry to relief and then to extreme anger. The hit to his jaw was about to be one of many if Jess hadn’t have intervened. I had two choices: I could beat his ass right then or beat the shit out of him at work in the training room. Not wanting to upset Jess more than she already was, I decided the training room would be the best time.

Sitting at his kitchen table as he and Jess explained to me what happened to Laura last night, I didn’t think I could be any angrier than I was at the front door, but I was wrong. When Laura came stumbling into the kitchen, looking like she had been through hell, I was filled with white hot rage. My thoughts of beating Callum in the training room were quickly forgotten when I saw her. All I could think of was getting her home and spanking her ass for being so reckless.

Berating her on the way to her house didn’t help to relieve my fury or the worry for her well-being. The parting shot she left me with fills my head with thoughts I should never have. Thoughts of bending her gorgeous body over my knees while I pull her panties down her smooth, flawless legs and slide my hands over her plump, perfect ass and her round hips.

God.

When did she go from a carefree kid to this tempting vixen — and hearing her call me Daddy? A name that should not turn me on like it does, but the more I think of it, the more I want to hear her call me that while I am sliding into her pussy. She has no idea what she's asking for.

3

Troy

I look around the room... a sea of white, mainly friends of the Roth's. You would think with it being Laura's birthday, they would invite her friends. I notice several women eyeing me. Damn, even in my jeans and dress shirt these snooty bitches are still eye-fucking me. Hell, come to think of it, I can't remember the last time I had a woman.

Laura and Jess have always been best friends. Laura came more permanently into our lives when she was eleven, so it was sometime before that. I dated a couple of women but nothing came of it. And then it hits me — shit — I had technically been the dad of two young girls, I didn't have time for women at that point. Laura's parents had no problem leaving her with me all the time. Who is more trustworthy than the town sheriff? Oh, if only they knew, I think darkly.

More and more lately, I'm starting to see Laura as a woman instead of the gangly kid she used to be. The girl jumping off the dock at our lake house in the summer. The girl that left clothes laying out all over her room. Now, she is something more, I'm just not sure what that is yet and that's bad for me. I have a feeling whatever it is, it's going to be trouble... just like the long-legged, dark-haired Greek goddess walking toward me... in a dress that is short enough to be a tablecloth and tight enough that I could shred it with one hand. Damn. Laura is trouble with a capital T.

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Laura

White. Everywhere you look, white. The walls, the decorations, the guests, all who are friends or acquaintances of my parents, are wearing white. The catered food, the table of gifts at one end of the open ballroom are all my mother’s doing. On a table of its own, there is a 12-tiered birthday cake. Who the fuck buys a 12-tier cake for a birthday party? Oh yeah, that’s right, my parents. The bigger the better with them. It’s just one more way to show off their money.

My parents are the absentee kind; since I was very young they have jetted in and out of my life as it suits them. Flying off for vacations and business and whatever else they do in their high-profile life. My father is a cardiologist and my mother is a partner at a well-known law firm, so for them it has always been about appearances. I know they met through mutual friends and were married not long after, so it’s safe to say theirs was more of a business contract than a real marriage.

They were both climbing the ladder of their careers when they were shocked with the news that my mother was pregnant with me. I’m still not sure why they went through with the pregnancy, but I’m sure they loved the attention from others that comes with having a baby. But the newness always wears off and they realized that a child was going to be a hindrance in their pursuit of prestige.

I can remember a string of nannies coming in and out of my life. It wasn't until I saw my father getting handsy with the current nanny when I was ten that I realized why they were constantly being replaced. Knowing Mother, she probably paid off each one to keep their silence, because lord forbid, word get out about my father’s infidelities.

By the time I was 11 years old, they had given up on getting me a nanny and started leaving me with Doris, our housekeeper. Doris was older than my mother’s 37 and my father’s 42. Leaving me with her was the best thing they ever could have done because Doris taught me everything my parents should have: how to cook, do my homework, and keep my own house. At the age of 13, when my fascination with clothes and designing them started, she did the most important thing — she encouraged me and taught me how to keep reaching for the stars, following my dreams and my heart.

Around the same time that my parents had Doris taking care of me, I also started spending more and more time with Jess. You couldn’t split us apart, she was the calm to my storm. Jess and her single dad, Troy, took me in and their home became my second home. By the time I came into the picture, Troy was already divorced from Jess’ mother. The strangest thing is that I can’t ever remember a time when he dated or if he did, we didn’t know about it. He was the only male role model I had growing up and I had the biggest case of hero worship.

I must have been about 16 when my hero worship of Troy began changing into a totally different feeling. I would feel the flutter of butterflies in my stomach when he would walk in the room or during sleepovers where he would always sit and watch movies with Jess and me. He was always kind but never looked at me the way I did him, with stars in my eyes.

He was our town sheriff, very respected and always making sure to teach Jess and me how to protect ourselves. The older I became, the more I tried to get his attention by wearing short dresses and low cut tops and tiny shorts. Nothing worked, so I began to rebel by going off to house parties and getting into small town mischief. That got his attention fast, but it was not the kind of attention I was hoping for.

He nipped my partying in the bud with is promise that he would make sure that mine and Jess’ friendship was severed and that I would no longer be welcome in his home was enough to make me straighten up my act. No, he wasn’t my father, but I respected him for being there when my own wasn’t. That alone was enough to make me do as he told. I settled down and focused more on my designs, since I refused to live off my parent’s money the rest of my life. I wanted to make my own way, maybe one day have my own clothing line.

It was last year when I turned 18 that I began to envision ways to get what I wanted, and I wanted Troy to be my first. The first man to touch me, taste me, fuck me. As reckless as I had been, sex was never a part of it. Since the moment my obsession with Troy had begun I had eyes for no man but him. Nobody else would compare.

The closer I came to my 19th birthday, I started devising ways to get him alone, but any time we were around each other, Jess was always there. When she met Callum, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I could start my full-on pursuit of the man of my dreams — and what dreams they were. I spent many nights alone, bringing myself to orgasm just thinking about him, picturing his head between my legs and the scruff of his beard marking me on my inner thighs.

So here we are at my party to celebrate my birthday, my parents using this as an excuse to yet again gain attention. While my attention is on the man across the room, he's staring daggers at me as his eyes rake up and down my body. Good, that means the short, white, one shoulder satin dress I picked out to wear for this exact reason is working.

Troy breaks his gaze to reply to Callum and I take a moment to look him over. At six foot three of pure muscle and sinew, his body is honed to perfection in dedication to his job on the force. He’s the only man here in this room wearing dark jeans and a black dress shirt. Going against the white theme of the party is one of the many things I love about him.

The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows, exposing his muscular, tanned forearms with just a hint of his tattoo peaking out. The skull design with a green beret is in honor of his time spent in the Army Special Forces when he was younger. He turns to look at something behind him and I get a good view of his ass in those jeans.

Damn it. Just the sight of his firm muscles straining against the dress shirt makes me wet. Which isn’t a great thing, seeing as I didn’t wear panties with this dress — no panty lines — but it’s finally time. Time to put my plan of seducing Troy into action.

4

Troy

I watch out of the corner of my eye as Laura strolls through the room towards where Callum, Jess and I are talking. Her hips sway with every step she takes in those killer white stilettos she has on. I immediately picture those heels digging into my back and mentally shake my head.

What the fuck am I thinking?! My daughter's best friend, a girl young enough to be my daughter, it's wrong and she’s off limits. But ever since last weekend when I dropped her off at her house and the argument we had, she is all I can think of. Hell, I can’t even jerk off in the shower anymore without the image of her bent over my knees, panties pulled down those long silky legs and me spanking her naked ass while running my fingers through her wet pussy.

Fuck. I shift my stance a bit, trying to ease the hardness in my cock that I get whenever I think of her. Seeing her makes it even worse. When she gets close to us, I get a whiff of apples, candy apples, to be exact. She always smells like candy apples. I wonder if her skin tastes as good as she smells.

I watch as she hugs Jess and thanks her and Callum for coming and I brace myself as she turns to me. I take in her coffee-colored eyes and plump red lips, she’s so close that I can feel the heat of her body. She reaches out and hugs me, pressing her curvy body against mine. I wrap my arms loosely around her, trying to keep my expression passive.

Shit. I know she can feel my hard cock against her thigh. Laura presses her face into my neck, giving me a whiff of her hair, more candy apples. She presses her lips against my neck and whispers, “Thank you for coming, Troy.” in a sultry voice. I could come in my pants right now, she has me so worked up.

Releasing her hold on me, she gives me an innocent smile. Just a curve of those lips, making me wonder what they would look like wrapped around my dick. Jesus, Troy, get that shit out of your head, I think to myself. She’s nineteen, what the hell does she want with a man old enough to be her father? Laura speaks to Jess for a few more minutes and then moves on to speak to other guests.

“Hey, man." Callum clasps me on the shoulder, continuing somewhat reluctantly, "It’s getting late, Jess and I are going to head out so I can drop her off at your house.”

He’s trying to persuade Jess to move in with him. I told him the other day he could move her in when he puts a ring on her finger. Cal informed me that he already has the ring, he was just waiting for the right time to talk to me about it. He sure as hell didn’t ask my permission to date her, so I was surprised he said anything about the ring to me. He said he wasn’t asking for my blessing, he was just letting me be the first to know, so that I wouldn’t be blindsided this time. More like he wanted to avoid getting taken down on the mat again. Callum didn’t think a man my age could take on someone younger like him, but he found out the hard way when I pinned his ass to the mat three times in front the rest of the officers in our unit.

The funny thing is, after we talked, he took no time in putting that ring on her finger, but Jess told him she shouldn’t would move in with him until after they are married. I had a damn good laugh at his expense, until he told her that she has three weeks to pull a wedding together or he was going to throw her over his shoulder and take them to a Justice of the Peace. Knowing him, he would have done it.

I look down at my daughter. “Are you sure you don’t want to ride home with me, sweetheart?” I ask as I watch Callum stiffen. I fucking love riling him up, shoe's on the other foot now, asshole.

“It’s okay, Dad, Callum has morning patrol so he needs to get some sleep. You hang out with the adults and I’ll see you at home.” She says, then kisses me on the cheek. Callum smirks at her innocent reference to my age. Bastard.

5

Laura

While no one is looking, I slip out through the glass doors that open out into the pool area. After feeling Troy’s hard body against mine, I feel flushed while a sense of excitement thrums throughout my body. For a moment, I entertain the thought that I may be getting in over my head; my lack of experience is a hindrance, but I won’t give up until I have Troy right where I want him.

The warm breeze of early summer is a gentle caress across my skin, a vast difference from the overly warm room I just left behind me. I find a spot in the shadows and lean against one of the marble columns holding up the roof over the patio. I watch the water in the pool play off the lights in the bottom, casting rippling shadows on the walls around me.

So lost in my thoughts, I don’t hear the heavy footsteps coming near. I jump when a large hand lands on my shoulder. Before I even turn to the intruder, I am surrounded by the woodsy scent of pine and musk - the smell of a man, not a boy. I know instantly that Troy has followed me, as I would know his smell anywhere.

I turn to face him, the light from inside the house reflecting off his handsome face and illuminating his close cropped brown hair, his bearded scruff, and eyes that are as silver as a mounting storm. I want to run my hands through his hair and feel his beard between my legs. Just the thought of Troy’s head between my legs makes my pussy clench in response. Now I really wish I had worn underwear with this dress, I can feel the wetness on my thighs.

“I should have known you would be hiding out here.”

“I’m not hiding. I was just getting some air and watching everyone.”

“Everyone? Or someone in particular?”

He steps closer until he is surrounded by the shadows with me. I bite down on my bottom lip and his gaze drops to my mouth. Did he just growl? Oh, dear God, he did. I run my tongue over my bottom lip and he follows the movement with his eyes, I bite down again and grin when he narrows his gaze.

“You’re playing with fire, little girl.” He has no idea that his warning just turns me on even more.

Placing my palm on his chest, I can feel the strength he hides under his shirt as it draws me in even more. “What if I am? Are you afraid to get burned?” I question as I look up at him from under my lashes.

Troy grips my upper arms, holding me in place. “I promise you, baby, you don’t want to play these games with me. You have no idea what you are asking for.”

With my arms still in his grasp I lean in until my chest brushes his. “What’s the matter, Troy, don’t you want to burn with me?”

“Fuck!” He exclaims, right before his mouth crashes down over mine.

6

Troy

Kissing Laura is like something out of a wet dream, her lips taste like the sticky apple-flavored lipgloss she is wearing. I could eat at her mouth forever and die a happy man. She moans into my mouth as I slide my hands down her sides and around until I grip her ass in my hands. I squeeze both cheeks and lift her into me, pressing her against my hard, aching cock. I carry her the few steps to the wall and press her against it and back into the shadows where no one can see unless they are looking for us.

Breaking our kiss, I slide my lips down her throat where I can feel her pulse beating rapidly. “Is this what you want, baby?” I ask as I run my tongue along the curve of her ear. Her response is a soft whimper as she arches her pelvis into mine. I reach under the hem of her short ass dress and feel the wetness on her thighs. “Fuck! Such a dirty girl. Is all this wetness for me baby?”

“Oh, God, please!” She moans.

“You have no idea how badly I want to pin you to this wall with my cock deep inside you. I want to feel this wet pussy tight around me.”

I slip my finger inside of her soaking wet cunt. I fucking love knowing that all of this arousal is because of me. Her whole body shivers as I use one, then two fingers to stretch out her pussy. Fuck, she’s tight; it must have been awhile since she has been with a man. I see red at the thought of another man's hands on her body and suck on her neck hard enough to leave a mark, so everyone will know that she's taken.

“I want to drop you onto my cock over and over until you are screaming my name. Then after my cock is covered in your cum, I want to blow my cum deep inside you until all you can feel is me.”

Before I know it, she is coming all over my fingers with her face buried into my neck, muffling her cries. She slumps into me as I pull my fingers out of her and slip them into my mouth. Her eyes go big, whispering, “Oh, God,” as she watches me taste her.

“That’s right, dirty girl, you aren’t playing with one of your little boys. You're taunting a real man. Think twice next time before you try to tease me.” I warn as I look her over. Her lips are swollen from my kisses and the place where I loved her neck is red. My mark is on her and for some reason that makes me harder than ever. I run my thumb across her swollen bottom lip before turning and leaving her in the shadows.

Everything in me screams out to turn around, take her with me and give her what those deep brown eyes were begging me for, but I don’t. I’m all wrong for her and its best if she realizes that now before it's too late.

7

Troy

The beeping of my alarm clock jerks me out of my restless sleep. I slam my hand down, silencing it and lean back, groaning and running my hands over my face. I feel like shit, after my run-in with Laura last night, I tossed and turned and dreamed about her barely legal body and how hot and wet she was for me. I finally fell into an exhausted sleep after three and now the red numbers on my clock tell me it's five in the morning.

Dragging my ass out of bed, I throw on my black running pants and grab a white t-shirt from my dresser. Coffee will have to wait until after my run. I slip on my running shoes and lock the door behind me, pocketing my keys. I do a few stretches before I hit the sidewalk at a slow jog until my body warms up and I push into a steady run.

Every morning, whether it’s raining or snowing, I do my five-mile morning run. It’s order and routine, one of the things ingrained in me from my years in the service. I’m a hell of a lot older now than I was when I signed on with the army at eighteen years old. God, I was so young then, full of ideals of how I would change the world. I learned real fast it wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be.

My parents were good, blue-collar workers, so we didn’t have the best in the world, but I never went without. Losing them both to a drunk driver left me mad at the fucking world. The fact that the driver was also killed didn’t make me feel any better, there was no one for me to focus my anger and grief on. I could have done what a lot of people do and turned to the bottle, but my parents raised me better than that.

I was a couple of months from my eighteenth birthday when I lost them. I waited those two months, enlisted in the army, and did my best to never look back. Thoughts of making my parents proud of me got me through the hell of basic training, the early mornings, and the rigorous exercises that left me exhausted and out cold when my head hit the pillow. I had my anger and grief to push me through, though, and not only did I get through it, I excelled at it. I took college classes through the army and earned my degree in criminal justice.

It was during my R&R that I ended up in Chicago with a few of my brothers and I met Jess’ mother, Miranda. She was from a higher class than me, beautiful with a bubbly personality; a fresh breath of air for a man that had nobody left to live for but himself. She was a whirlwind, which is exactly what our relationship and marriage was. It was after my second leave to Chicago that Miranda and I found out that she was pregnant with Jess. By that time, my contract was up for renewal, but I turned it down to be with my wife and daughter.

I took a job at one of the local precincts. Things were good for the first couple of years, but Miranda’s parents never approved of me or the small amount of money I made. I made enough money to take care of my family, and I had money in an account that I saved from my time in the army.

By our third year of marriage, Miranda had started to change. She became distant with me and Jess, she had no patience for a toddler and that was what made us fight the most. The money was the second frequent cause. She didn’t know about my savings; was I wrong for keeping it from her? Maybe. But that money was to keep us from ever falling behind. I saw way too many people quickly slip into poverty and homelessness in my line of work. I never wanted that to be my family.

The breaking point in our marriage finally came when I was shot one night on patrol. A breaking and entering gone bad resulted in me with a gunshot wound to my side. I was lucky, since the bullet missed any major organs and was mainly muscle damage that was repairable. The time it took me to recover was enough time for Miranda to pack her shit and walk out on Jess and me, never looking back. The divorce papers came soon after and I signed them without a second thought.

Once she granted me full custody of Jess, I packed up and moved back to Georgia. Best decision I ever made; I work hard and I love my job. Helping people is in my blood, but I’m forty-three, scarred and hardened and not for someone as young, naive, and full of life as Laura. She’ll realize it eventually and her infatuation for me and the forbidden will go away. I just hope like hell the infatuation on my side will go away too.

8

Laura

I fit the last pearl button into place on the back of Jess’ wedding dress and take a step back as she turns to face me. “Does it look okay?” She asks nervously. I can see the wedding jitters and anxiety on her beautiful, vulnerable face.

“You’re gorgeous, Jess, there is no need to worry. You could wear a sack and Callum would still think you are the most breathtaking woman he has ever seen.”

She gives me a beautiful smile, “Thank you so much Laura, I couldn’t do this without you by my side.”

“I will always be here for you, girl, you are the most important person in my life.” I hug her carefully, not wanting to mess up the most beautiful concoction of a wedding dress I have ever seen, but I may be biased because I designed and made the dress for her. When Jess found out that I have been designing and hand-making many of my outfits over the years, she begged me to create a wedding dress for her.

With Callum only giving us three weeks to put their wedding together, I took her measurements and worked my ass off to get the dress finished. Designing the dress was easy, I know Jess better than she knows herself and I was already envisioning the dress in my head when she first told me about the wedding.

She wanted small and simple for her day, just me and Callum and her dad in her favorite place; her flower garden in her dad’s backyard. I wanted her to have a simple but breathtaking dress that would complement her artistic style.

I started with three layers of white tulle for the skirt which would hit right above the knee, a thin layer of satin over the other layers to form a bell skirt. I embroidered a flower pattern along the trim of the skirt and halfway up the fabric, giving it a flirty, yet classic look. Wide satin ribbon was used to make a high waist. Then, I used a white satin and a gathering of tulle to form the support of the dress, making it form-fitting and strapless. Using a thin layer of chiffon, I covered the bodice, bringing the neckline of the dress to stop right along the collarbone in a u-shaped that spread into wide straps on the shoulders making the dress sleeveless but comfortable. The finishing touch was hundreds of beads sewn into the front and the back ending with large fabric pearled buttons instead of a zipper.

It will make it harder for Callum to get her out of the dress, a joke on him. Not to toot my own horn, but the entire creation is beautiful, the most amazing thing I have ever made. I honestly didn’t know I had it in me to create a dress like this, the entire piece being different fabrics in white really set the style of the dress off.

When I was finished with the dress and brought it to Jess for a final fitting, she alternated between crying and squeezing the breath out of me. I had refused to let her see the dress until it was done and needed a fitting. I wanted it to be a surprise and she was astonished.

I look around Jess’ bedroom wistfully — the cream-colored walls, the brightly colored bedding, and the multiple throw pillows that were used in many of our pillow fights over the years give me fond memories. I’m really going to miss spending all of our time in this room, I didn’t realize how hard it would be for me to part with this chapter of our lives. I spent as much time in this room as Jess did; we were inseparable and now, she is all moved into Callum’s house and will make new memories with him, leaving me feeling a little jealous and left behind. I know she and I will still spend time together, but it will be different. I dig deep to bury my selfish thoughts, so I can have this day with my best friend.

Smoothing down the light pink dress I picked out for this day, I watch as Jess touches up her makeup. She has on just the minimal amount, pink lips and pink and white eye shadow that sparkles. Her body glitters with a shimmery body powder, my gift to her today. It’s also edible, which I am sure her husband to be will love. Her blonde curls are pinned halfway up with the bottom half left down along her back. She couldn’t be more beautiful in this moment.

There is a tap at the door and her dad tells her that it’s time. I’m to head down to stand as Jess’ maid of honor, her dad will walk her to Callum and take his place as the best man. This is how Jess wanted today done. Troy opens the door and my breath catches at how handsome he is in his white dress shirt and dark blue slacks. His hair that is normally scruffed up, is combed and styled, his shirt molded to his broad chest and shoulders.

I ache to climb his body, there are so many bad things I want to do to this man. His silver eyes shift from Jess to me and the hunger in his eyes is obvious as he devours me with one look. I feel flushed all of a sudden, and I get a tingle low in my stomach that dampens my panties. I turn to Jess, “I’ll see you down stairs.”

Troy stands in the doorway and doesn’t move out the way, causing me to have to walk between him and the doorway. He looks down at me as I slide by him, the limited amount of space makes my body rub against his. My breasts brush his chest and I glance up and meet his eyes, his nostrils flair as I let my hand graze along the bulge in his slacks. I turn and walk down the hall, my hips swinging with every step of my heels.

I make my way through the house and out the back door to the patio where the garden is in full bloom. The archway where Jess and Callum will say their vows is covered in pink roses, the perfect color for Jess. She couldn’t have picked a more beautiful spot to be married.

Callum and Tom, the local preacher who was more than happy to officiate the wedding, stand at the archway. Callum is dressed in the same style as Troy, black slacks and a blue dress shirt. The temperature and weather are perfect for today. I take my place at the alter beside the spot where Jess will stand. We turn to face the patio just as Troy steps out with Jess at his side.

* * *

Troy

Standing in my daughter’s room, I couldn’t be more proud of her than I am in this moment. She is stunning in her dress. I never thought this day would come, the day I would have to give my little girl away to another man. If I must give her away, then I couldn’t have picked a better man to give her to than Callum. I know he will do everything in his power to make my princess happy, I can tell she loves him; she glows with love and happiness.

She looks over at me, “What do you think, Dad?

“I think I’m going to lock you in this room so I can keep you with me forever.”

“Dad.” She walks towards me and wraps her arms around my waist for a hug.

“You are the best part of me, sweetheart, I’m so proud of you and Callum is a damn lucky man.”

She looks up at me and gives me a watery smile. “I love you so much, Dad. Now stop it, okay, before I ruin my makeup.” She laughs lightly, wiping tears from her lashes. She takes a deep breath and grabs her bouquet of pink roses from her bed, “Are you ready, Dad?” She smiles and for a moment, I see the nine-year-old with her blond hair coming loose from her pigtails and I think to myself, No, sweetheart, I’ll never be ready.

Jess puts her arm through mine as we make our through the house and then step out onto the patio and down the aisle. Her eyes light up as she sees her groom waiting for her in front of the archway that is covered in her favorite roses. I kiss her cheek before handing her over to Callum with a look of warning that he accepts with a nod of his head. I step back and take my place as his best man as the preacher begins.

I glance over at Laura and my chest tightens with how gorgeous she is, the light pink dress she wears hits right at her knees, but still shows off her long tan legs. Her dark hair is pulled back from her face, showing off her smooth shoulders and the top of her chest and making me want to bury my face in the rise of the tops of her breasts. I tear my eyes from her luscious body, as now is not the time to get a hard-on.

I listen as Tom goes on the with rest of the ceremony. When he asks Callum if he will take Jess as his wife, to love and cherish, I look back over to Laura and catch her eye. She gives me a soft smile and my heart clenches.

Right now, hearing the preacher's words, all I can think of is that I want that one day. I picture Laura standing beside me, taking the same vows. In this moment, I know I want to love, cherish, and honor this woman for the rest of my life and I'm done trying to do the right thing. I want her and for some reason she wants me too. Well, she's going to get me all right, that girl is mine.

I look over at Jess and Callum as Tom pronounces them man and wife and Callum kisses Jess. I give Callum a hug and pat on the back in congratulations while Jess is talking to Laura before she hands her the bouquet.

I wanted to do a dinner for the four of us, but Callum surprised Jess with a honeymoon to New York for the weekend. Jess was ecstatic, she has always wanted to go to the art galleries in New York. I wish they could take a longer trip, but we are already short-staffed at the station thanks to budget cuts. Their flight leaves in a few hours so they have just enough time to change and grab their bags to make it to the airport on time.

As we walk back to the house, I place my hand on Laura’s lower back in an act of possessiveness, letting her know in a silent claim that she is mine. I can feel the heat of her body through the dress she is wearing. I want to steal her away and strip her of every scrap of fabric that she has on. I want to spend all night worshipping her body with my hands and tongue, then I want her riding my cock until she screams my name and calls me Daddy. Fuck. I'm rock hard just from the thought of taking her for the first time.

I hate to take my hand from her when we are inside, but I must speak with the preacher about a string of vandalisms at the church. We talk for a few minutes and I ensure him that the men in my department are on the trail of the perps.

After seeing him off, I walk into my living room with every intention of making Laura stay behind with me, but I see only Cal and Jess. “Where did Laura go?”

“She had to leave, said she had work to finish.” Jess informs me. I kiss her on her cheek and shake Callum’s hand and tell them to have a good time. I watch as they leave in Callum’s truck, Jess giving me a wave as they pull out of the drive.

Closing the door and standing in the entryway, I realize how quiet it is, something I should get used to. My thoughts turn to Laura and how she rushed out before I could stop her. I laugh to myself; she can run all she wants, but I’ll go to the ends of the earth to catch her.

9

Laura

Sometimes I wonder if I’m a coward. On the surface, I let people think I am reckless and wild, but deep down, that’s not the real me. My shrink told me I have a fear of abandonment, thanks to dear old Mom and Dad. I don’t get close to people... Troy and Laura are the only people I let in.

This rising tension between Troy and me fills me with an excitement I have never felt before. I feel a stirring low in my abdomen every time he is around. His presence fills the room when he enters it and I immediately feel the heat of his stare, even with my back turned to him. I want him more than I have ever wanted anything in my life.

The question in my mind is, how do I get him to want me as much as I want him? I have so many conflicting feelings. After Jess’ wedding two days ago, I left Troy’s house before he had a chance to stop me. The chemistry between us during the wedding was explosive.

I felt like I needed to get out of town for a while to clear my head, so I packed a bag earlier today, climbed into my Jeep, and headed out of our small town to one of the few places that has ever called to me — the summer cabin on the lake. The cabin belongs to Troy. Troy, Jess, and I spent time every summer at this cabin.

Fond memories of Jess and me sitting on the dock with our toes dipping in the warm water flash through my mind. Troy taking us fishing, then laughing when I would catch a catfish and refuse to take it off my hook because I couldn’t stomach anything slimy. I have so many happy memories of this place. Everything is just as I remember it.

When I need to think sometimes, like I do now, I will take the short drive out here to sit and reflect for awhile, with just the sound of the water lapping at the shore and the birds singing away. I lay back on the blanket I spread out on the dock and hang my legs over the edge, kicking the water. I have been out here most of the day and I watch as the sun begins to set, the lighting bugs already out and flitting about. I smile to myself, content in this moment, the cabin was just what I needed it to be.

As twilight settles around me and the stars make their appearances in the darkened sky, I hear a car approaching the cabin, the tires crunching on the gravel as it slowly makes its way down the drive. The cabin is mostly secluded, surrounded by pine and oak trees. No one comes out this way unless they have a reason. The car comes to a stop beside my Jeep and the apprehension I was feeling about a possible intruder changes to the slightest sense of relief when I see it is only Troy.

He steps out and I can’t help but notice the forlorn, almost sad ex expression on his face. He looks around like he is searching for something before finally spotting me. My breath catches sharply at the look on his chiseled face. Troy strides towards me, looking like a man on a mission.

As he steps onto the dock, I feel the wood vibrate under the force of his steps. He’s wearing faded jeans that hug his ass and thighs in all the right places, making the bulge behind his zipper plain to see; making me want to run my hand down the soft material. His dark blue t-shirt is also broken in, even in his worn out clothes he takes my breath away. Right now, though, as he stands over me, he doesn’t look happy to see me here. I sigh and brace myself for yet another argument.

* * *

Troy

Laura’s disappearing act after the wedding has made me more determined than ever to show her who she belongs to. Since I was off patrol today, I decided to go to her house and tell her how it is going to be between the two of us from now on. I didn’t call her phone and let her know I was coming; I wanted to have the element of surprise on my side. Driving to her neighborhood took me about twenty minutes since her house is in the more affluent area right outside of town.

Pulling up to the gated neighborhood, I stop at the gate sliding my black-tinted window down and flashing my badge at the guard. I don’t have a wireless fob to let me through the gates, but being the chief of police comes in handy at times like this. Driving through the open gates, I look around at all the million dollar homes so close together that you could watch everything going on in your neighbor’s home.

I couldn’t live like that, the one thing I love about where I live is that each house is built far enough apart that each homeowner has their privacy. Pulling up to the sprawling mansion that Laura’s family owns, I look around for signs of her and I notice that her red Jeep isn’t in the driveway. I know her habits well enough to figure that it isn’t parked in the three-car garage.

I grab my phone from my passenger seat and hit 2 on my speed-dial, my daughter is the first number on my contact list and Laura has always been the second. I need to know I can reach both girls in a hurry, they are always my top priority. Three rings, then her phone goes to voicemail, I call again and get the same results. I send her a short text asking where she is and telling her that we need to talk. I wait for a few minutes as my anger and frustration builds, it’s not like her to not answer or text back immediately.

The only other place she could be is at the cabin. If she is, I will tan her ass. I have told her and Jess repeatedly not to go to the cabin without telling me. Thinking of Laura being out there alone worries me; she could have some young guy with her. My jealousy flares at the thought of her with another man, of him touching what is mine. Fuck that!

I throw my car into reverse and back out of her driveway, doing the speed limit until I leave her neighborhood, then I floor it, breaking the limit to get to the cabin before dark.

* * *

Arriving at my cabin, I feel relieved when I see her Jeep parked next to the house. The house is dark though, I look around as I climb out of my car. The sound of my door slamming behind me echoes into the coming darkness, I forget how quiet it is out here, how peaceful.

Scanning the shoreline, I spot Laura lying on a blanket on the dock. I stride through the front of the yard, taking the path that leads me straight to her. The dock creaks when I step onto the planks, my steps are sure and direct. My mind already made up and my dick hard from the things I’m going to do to her, all the ways I am going to own her body. When I am finished, she will have no doubt about who she belongs to.

She looks up at me with those dark brown eyes, her white lacy dress a contrast against her tan skin and her dark hair falling past her shoulders. I want those pouty lips of hers wrapped around my cock as I fuck her mouth. Sitting at my feet so submissively, she’s a vision.

“I wondered how long it would take for you to find me.” She says as I watch her, waiting for the attitude, the sarcasm she shields herself with.

“If you hadn’t run, I wouldn’t be out looking for you.

“Where’s your phone?”

“In my Jeep.”

“What fucking good is having a phone if you’re not going to fucking use it? Somebody needs to straighten your ass out.” I threaten as I fist my hands by my side. It takes every ounce of strength I have not to put her on all fours, pull up the innocent little white dress she is wearing and spank her ass.

She purses her lips as she eyes me. I can see the gears of her mind turning and I’m dying for her to open her smartass mouth again, that’s all its going to take to make me snap. She runs her little pink tongue along her bottom lip, making me want to take that lip and bite it.

“You keep threatening to discipline me.” She arches one dark brow at me. “But you haven’t done a thing to back it up.”

She smirks at me and I’m done. I grab her arms, dragging her up my body as she squirms in my hold. “Just remember you asked for this, little girl.”

Before she can take her next breath, I slam my mouth down onto hers, stealing that breath, devouring her lips in the kind of deep, all-consuming kiss I have wanted to give her since the night of her party by the pool. She slides her tongue hesitantly into my mouth to twine with mine as we battle with our mouths. My dirty girl gives me every bit of the fire she has in that hot curvy body of hers.

I fuck her mouth with my tongue, mimicking what my cock is about to do to her pussy. My jeans are tight against me, I’m so hard it's painful. My cock is throbbing, dying to get out and play. Soon.

Laura has her arms around my neck with her nails digging into my back. The bite from her nails makes me want to throw her down and fuck her until she can’t move. She rubs her plump breasts against my chest and I can feel her hard nipples through my shirt.

Reaching down, I palm her ass and squeeze until she gasps. Holding handfuls of her tight ass, I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist, moving her core along the length of my cock. I groan, a deep rumble from low in my chest, I can feel the heat of her pussy through her panties. Her dress rides up her thighs, giving me better access to the lower part of her cheeks.

I slip my fingers further under her dress to cover her entire backside. My grip firm on her ass, I grind her pussy into my shaft. I’m close to coming in my pants right now just from her body tight against mine. I can't wait any longer, I need her now.

10

Laura

I’m on fire. My body is burning up, my mind is overwhelmed by all the emotions coursing through it right now. Never in my life did I expect the outburst of lust coming from this man. I expected a lecture, not to be kissed to within an inch of my life.

He consumes me with every stroke of his hands along my body. I lean my head back, moaning, and Troy takes advantage of the position, kissing and taking biting nips along the column of my throat. He kisses the spot right under my ear and my pussy clenches in response, I’m so wet for him right now. I slide my hands to his rock-hard shoulders and lean farther back, giving him more access. He moves his hands up and over my hips, caressing me before he slides them along my back to support me.

The V of my dress exposes the tops of my breasts to his mouth. I squirm and whimper as he licks and sucks along there. Pulling away from me, I catch his gaze, his silver eyes swirling with desire.

“Fuck, dirty girl, I need my cock inside you. Now.”

“Yes, please!” I beg him breathlessly, as he grabs my panties in his fist and pulls, ripping them from me and dropping the scrap of lace to the ground. Hoisting me higher in his arms, he wraps one arm around my waist while using his other hand to rip open his pants and pull his cock out.

“I’ll fuck you gentle later, baby, this is going to be hard and fast.” His warning breaks through the haze just enough that somewhere in the back of my mind I think I should be telling him I’ve never done this before, but the fog of lust in my head makes it harder to think rationally. I just want him filling me up all the way.

Sliding the head against my swollen clit, I moan his name as he moves the head of his cock to my opening, barely sliding inside before I am gasping from the pressure. "Breathe, baby, just relax and it will make this easier. Goddamn your pussy is so tight, dirty girl.”

He pulls out and pushes back inside, spreading the walls of my pussy a little more. “Bite my neck, dirty girl, I’m going to fill you up all the way.” I bite down as he pushes hard and in one stroke, he is all the way inside of me. I scream out from the pain and he jerks as he realizes why there was so much resistance.

“Fuck! Son of a bitch!” He grits his teeth. “Why?! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you would stop, I don’t want you to stop.”

“Fuck, baby, God himself couldn’t have stopped me, but I wouldn’t have taken you like a rutting beast. You deserve better than that.” He pulls his hips back sliding his cock out and I tighten my grip on his neck for fear that he has decided that he doesn’t want to deal with a virgin after all. Well, technically, I'm not a virgin anymore.

“No! Don’t leave me!” I cry out.

He wraps both arms around me as he starts walking towards the end of the dock. “Easy, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He reassures me as he lays me back on the blanket. “I’m going to do this as right as I can. Your first time should be on a soft bed covered in rose petals, not on a blanket on a hard dock.”

“I don’t want a soft bed, I want this right here with you. I don’t care where we are if it’s with you.” I tell him as I grab his shirt collar and pull him down until our mouths touch. He kisses me gently, rubbing his tongue along mine.

* * *

Troy

I look down at Laura, the full moon our only light, lying back on the blanket. She looks ethereal with her dark hair spread out around her and her lips swollen from my kisses. Her lacy white dress is pushed up around her waist, showing her wet pussy and the little triangle of dark curls. I can’t help but think that I am the luckiest bastard on Earth. She deserves better, but fuck, she offered herself up to me like a sacrifice and her fate is sealed. She is mine… there's no turning back now.

I’m not an easy man but I can make her feel good before I take her like a caveman. I push back and slide my hands up the insides of her thighs until I reach her wet little cunt, using my thumbs to slide the lips apart, exposing her hard nub and all her juices to me. I don’t see any blood left from where I took her virginity, but I look down at my cock and see the proof on it. I want to fly that shit like the flag of a barbarian conqueror, so every fucker out there will know I am her first and her last.

I lean down until I’m level with her pussy and blow a hot breath against her opening, causing her to tighten her thighs. I press them open with my shoulders. She raises to her elbows and looks down at me with a look of alarm on her perfect face, asking, “Troy, what are you doing?”

“Just lay back, dirty girl, and let Daddy take care of you.” Her eyes close and she falls back to the blanket. I knew the daddy bit would get to her. She may not want to admit it, but my dirty little girl has a kinky side.

I give her one long swipe of my tongue and as she bucks her hips with a gasp of surprise, I can tell she has never had this done to her and that just makes my inner caveman roar. I lay my arm across her stomach, holding her down while I eat her like a man on death row with his last meal. Laura dives her fingers into my hair and pulls hard. I growl into her pussy and push my tongue into her opening, she squeals and begs for more as I fuck her as hard and deep as I can.

Fuck me, I love her taste, sweet like apples. She smells just like the apple lotion she always wears that drives me insane. Pulling away from her pussy, I slide one finger inside. When she takes it easily I give her two and use both to stretch her out. I wasn’t joking about her being tight, her pussy squeezes my fingers like a fist. Sliding my fingers in and out of her tightness, I use my thumb to rub circles around her clit.

“I need you to come, baby, come really good for me. I need your little pussy relaxed and open for my dick.” I instruct her as I feel the walls of her pussy tighten and flutter around my fingers. She thrashes her head from side to side, crying out as the pleasure overwhelms her. “Fucking give me your orgasm, dirty girl, I’m going to lick it all up. Come for your Daddy.”

I lean down and suck on her clit as I push my fingers deep inside her and rub that spot inside that drives women nuts. She screams as she comes all over my hand and mouth and I lap up every drop she gives me.

I’m sure the people across the lake heard her crying out, but fuck if I care. If I have it my way, we are going to keep the neighbors up all night.

I look down at my girl as I lick my fingers. She’s resting and looks like she could fall asleep from post-orgasmic bliss. I’m not done with her yet, though. I trace her lips with my fingers, leaving the taste of her behind. I watch as she licks her bottom lip, tasting herself, causing me to groan and take her mouth with mine, letting her get a full taste of her pussy.

With her knees raised, she cradles my still hard cock against her sweet pussy, writhing underneath me. When I can feel that she is ready for more, I grab the hem of her crumpled dress and pull it over her head, throwing it behind me to land on the dock.

Fuck me.

No bra.

Her dark nipples pucker in the cool night air. I lean down and run my tongue around the little buds, giving each one a hard suck and a little nip before releasing them. Standing to my feet, I kick my boots off and shove my jeans the rest of the way off, almost ripping my shirt in the rush to pull it off.

I position myself back between her legs and rub my cock against her pussy. Even though I lapped up all her cum, she is wet again. I fucking love that I am the one that can do this to her — the only one.

This time when I slip the head of my dick inside of her, it’s still tight but I slide in easier. I go slowly this time.

“Please, harder.” She begs as I shake my head.

“No, baby,” I deny her, “I don’t want to hurt you again.”

She squirms in frustration and digs her nails into my biceps, “Fuck me harder, Daddy! Harder!” She demands with a little growl in her voice. Christ. If my dirty girl wants it hard, then that’s what she is going to get. Grabbing her hips, I lift her hips up and into me as I slam my cock the rest of the way inside of her pussy until I bottom out, as deep as I can go.

We both moan simultaneously; me from the pressure around my cock and her from being so full of me. Still holding her raised hips, I pull back an inch or so. “Are you okay baby girl?” I ask, wanting to make sure she’s still with me.

“God, yes! Now move and fuck me with your cock, Daddy.”

I slide out of her pussy until just the head remains inside, then I thrust slowly, taunting her, as I set up a punishing rhythm, alternating between fucking her and pulling her on and off my cock slowly, teasingly. I could blow my load right now with how perfect she feels, my dirty girl is perfect, made to fit my — and only mine — cock.

“You ready to come for me again, my dirty little girl?”

“No, please, I can’t, Daddy. I can’t!”

“Yes, you can. Now!”

Needing her to come before me and holding her ass up with one hand, I smack the side of her cheek with the flat of my hand and she yelps and jerks. I smack the same spot again, “I’m going to keep spanking your ass until you come all over my cock.”

Her pussy clenches in response, we will be exploring me spanking her again later. I spank the same spot one more time and she cums all over my cock, not screaming this time or even yelling. She only whispers my name as her entire body clenches in ecstasy. I grind her pussy against my cock, feeling my balls drawing up and my dick throb.

“I’m going to come, baby, are you on birth control?” Her eyes widen and I take that as a no. “Good, I’m going to fill your little pussy up with my cum. Mark you as mine — forever.”

I look at her stomach with a curve to it and imagine her round with my baby, and that’s all it takes to make me fall over the edge. The release rages from my balls up through my cock until I am shooting spurt after spurt deep inside of her.

I give a guttural groan as I collapse on top of her, bracing myself on my elbows so I don’t crush her. I bury my face in her neck, breathing in the fruity scent of her hair as we catch our breath. I lay a kiss on her neck as I feel her run her hands up my sides. I feel the stiffness in my knees now, the wood underneath them extremely uncomfortable. I raise up, sliding my cock out of her and I watch as some of my cum spills out of her.

Standing up, I reach down and pick Laura up and cradle her in my arms as she can barely lift her head to rest against my shoulder, she's so exhausted. “Let’s get you inside and into a hot bath, baby.” She nods her head in agreement as I lean down and grab my pants with my keys in them. Fuck it, I’ll come back for the rest of our stuff later.

11

Laura

Cradling me in one arm, Troy uses his free hand to unlock the door with his key and carries me over the threshold into the cabin. Flipping on the light, he takes me to the master bedroom and into the bathroom. He sets me on the counter and turns to start the shower.

I take the moment to study him in the light. His naked back is tanned and toned, reminding me of a bronze statue I saw in a museum once. It should be illegal to look as good as he does. His back tapers down into the most spectacular backside I have ever seen. I lick my lips as I think of my nails digging into that firm ass while he thrusts into me.

He catches me looking him over and takes the few steps to where I sit nude on the bathroom counter. I should be feeling modest about my lack of clothing, but the hunger in Troy’s eyes lets me know that he loves what he sees. He runs his callused hands up my legs until he reaches my hips, nudging my legs open with his knee and stepping into me, he uses his grip on my hips to pull me to the edge of the counter until I’m flush against his body. I wrap my legs around his waist as he slides one hand up my back and runs his thumb across my cheekbone with the other.

“You are so beautiful.” I blush at his sincere words; he has no idea how happy they make me.

He slides his had from my cheek and into my hair until he is cupping the back of my head. He pulls on my hair, causing me to arch into him, my tits brushing against the hair on his chest with an almost electric sensation, making them feel heavy. With my head back and my body arched against his, I begin rubbing my pussy along him, the wetness making it easy to slide up and down. Troy groans deep in his chest and shifts his hips to press into me as I grind on his cock.

His lips are barely touching mine, both of our lips are parted enough that we share each breath we take. I tease the top of Troy’s lip with my tongue and before I know it, he fuses our mouths together. Kissing me deep and hard, devouring me with every breath, our tongues battle and our teeth clash — this was no simple, sweet kiss.

Picking me up with ease, he walks us to the large shower and steps under the stream of hot water, pressing me against the wall. Dropping my feet to the floor, I watch as he kisses down my neck until he reaches my nipples and licks each one before moving further down until I feel his hot breath at my core.

“Do you want this?” He questions as he looks up at me.

“Yes! Yes, please.”

“Tell me what you want, I want to hear the words from your lips, dirty girl.” He waits at my feet for my response. Running his thumb up my thigh, he slips it into my folds and circles my clit, causing my hips to buck in response. “Tell me.” His demand almost goes unheard because the only thing I can focus on is what he is doing with that thumb. He stills his thumb and I mewl in protest.

“I know, I’ll give you what you want, baby, I just need you to say it.” His breath ghosts across my thigh.

“I want your mouth on me.”

“Where on you, baby?” He teases his thumb across my clit. “Here?” I whimper as he slides his thumb to circle my opening. Slipping his thumb further back, circling the puckered opening of my ass, he asks, “Or how about here?”

I gasp as he slips just the tip of his finger inside, causing my ass to tighten. I have never had anything like that remotely close to my backside, I’ve never even let the thought cross my mind. Until now. I press back and his thumb slips in to the first knuckle.

“Mmmmm, I’ll definitely be taking this tight little hole soon, but first, you’re going to put that sweet little cunt on my face and ride my tongue until you come in my mouth.”

Flipping me around to face the wall, he pulls my ass out at an angle that puts me right at his face. Pressing my hot face against the cool tiles of the shower stall for relief, I cry out in pleasure when he grips my ass and spreads both cheeks to open me up for his tongue. Running his tongue from my clit all the way to my asshole, he swirls his tongue around my dark hole, then nips my ass cheek with his teeth as I squirm in his hold. The scruff from his beard scratches along my thighs and pussy and burns so good.

“Push that pussy against my tongue and fucking ride my face, dirty girl.” He growls against my pussy. The vibration from his growls on my pussy have me wanting to come now. I do as instructed and push back onto his face as he shoves his tongue as far as it will go into my core. Pressing my hand to the tiles gives me the leverage I need to ride his face. It doesn’t take long until I feel that clenching feeling low in my stomach, warning of my coming orgasm. I reach back and grip his head with my free hand, pushing him as hard as possible into me.

I’m so close I can taste it, Troy must feel that I am about to come because he uses one hand to strum my clit and the finger of the other to slip into my back hole and I come screaming. Troy laps me up and his tongue runs over my swollen clit in the process. I jump and hiss because it’s so sensitive from the fucking he gave me earlier and how good he just tongued me.

Slumping against the wall of the shower, I feel him wrap his arms around me from behind, gently kissing my neck as he holds me up. His rock-hard dick is pulsing against me and I reach back, running my hand down the shaft, causing Troy to jerk in my hands in response.

“No, baby, you’ve had enough excitement for the night.” I give him a pouting look and he laughs at my expression, then kisses me sweetly on the lips before he shuts off the shower and grabs a towel to dry us off.

“I want to taste you.” I beg.

Wrapping a towel around me, he grabs another to put around his waist. He dips down lifting me onto his shoulder with no strain and I yell out for him to put me down. Laughing, he slaps my ass and I yelp from the sting.

“Baby, I would love nothing more than to let you suck my cock, but it's late and we both need some rest. I promise you that tomorrow you can suck me all day if you want.” He tosses me on the bed, making me giggle while he drops his towel and pulls mine from my body. I see that he is still semi-hard. “I don’t know how you think you will be able to sleep with that monster pressing against me all night.”

He grimaces as he palms his cock. “I’ll survive, dirty girl. A hard-on will be worth it if I get to hold you in my arms all night.”

Swoon. The way he talks dirty to me one minute and melts me with his sweet words the next, is it any wonder that I have fallen so hard for him?

I pull back the covers and climb under as he gets into the bed beside me. Pulling my back to his front, he wraps one arm around my waist and slides the other under my head. Snuggling into Troy, I nudge his cock with my ass and get a swat for my teasing.

“Go to sleep, my dirty girl, before Daddy fucks your ass raw.” He puts his face in my hair and I feel his breath even out as he slides into sleep. It doesn’t take long for my eyelids to droop, dragging me down into the dream world with him. I sigh in contentment, I’ve never been happier than I am in this moment.

12

Troy

The next morning I stand at my kitchen window sipping my coffee as I watch the sun rise over the lake. The water is smooth and calm, the air outside already warming up this early in the morning. I thought of waking Laura up to watch the sunrise with me, but she was sleeping so peacefully when I woke with her in my arms this morning that I didn’t want to disturb her. I kissed her head softly before I slid out of bed and made my way to the kitchen to start the coffee.

I have never seen Laura as content and peaceful as she was asleep in my bed. It’s like all the time has dropped away and I see what a beautiful woman she has become — my woman. With any other woman, that thought would make me want to run in the opposite direction, but with Laura it seems so easy to love her, so easy to think of a life together for the two of us.

The girls and I used to come up here a lot in the summers, but with the girls being older and doing their own things, it’s mostly just been me that comes up here now. I like the quiet, but I don’t like the idea of having to adjust to the sounds of Jess and Laura no longer running in and out of my house.

I feel content having Laura here with me, knowing she is in the other room calms my racing heart. I think to myself that my house wouldn’t be lonely if Laura moved in with me. And where in the hell did that thought come from? God, she’s too young for a hardened old man like me, but my heart and inner caveman say differently.

Pondering over just telling Laura straight out that I am moving her in with me, I look through the stocked pantry and decide to make Laura’s favorite… chocolate chip pancakes. I’m not as good of a cook as my daughter is, but I can do pancakes.

I’m finishing up the last of breakfast when Laura walks into the kitchen. She’s wearing one of my old t-shirts that I keep here. She wraps her arms around her waist and gives me a shy smile and her cheeks pinken as I look her up and down. My shirt is big on her curvy frame, the hem is short on her, coming down just past her ass.

I swallow hard, thinking about saying fuck it to breakfast and just dragging her back to bed and sinking into her softness. As tempting as the thought is, my girl needs to be fed to keep her energy up. I have plans for her hot young body today.

I hold my arm out to her and she walks to my side and buries her face in my chest as I wrap my arm around her. Looking up at me, I kiss her softly. “Are your hungry, baby girl?” As if in answer, her stomach growls loudly. I laugh and tap her on the ass as we move to take our seats at the bar. “How did you sleep?”

“Really good. I was exhausted.” She looks at me from under her long dark lashes and I smile as I think of the things we did last night that exhausted her. I’m going to do it all over again as soon as the dishes are taken care of.

As we finish our breakfast, Laura puts the few dirty dishes into the dishwasher. I come up behind her and reach around to place my cup on the rack. Kissing the skin exposed by my large shirt where her neck meets her shoulder, I ask her, “Do you have anywhere to be today?”

Turning to face me and closing the dishwasher behind her, she leans back against the counter. “No. Why?”

“Well, I don’t have to go back into work until tomorrow and I thought we could spend today together.” She gives me a huge smile, one that lights up her face. “I thought we could go for a swim. I know it's early, but the water will be warm enough.”

Wrapping her arms around my waist, she looks up at me with a teasing sparkle in her brown eyes. “But I didn’t pack a bathing suit and the ones I left here are way too small.”

Giving her a predatory grin, I pull her to me and nip her ear with my teeth. I whisper against her ear, “Who said anything about bathing suits?”

She shivers and I take her by surprise when I swing her up into my arms. Laughing, she squeezes my neck with her arms, “Don’t drop me!”

“Dirty girl, I’ll never let you go.” I promise her, meaning every... single... word.

* * *

Troy

Carrying Laura out to the lake, I take a different path than the one from last night that leads to the dock. A few years ago, I built a set of wooden stairs that lead down into the water. The water on this side of the shore is shallow and in a secluded spot, the perfect place for what I have planned.

Sliding Laura down my body, I set her on the ground facing me. As much as I love seeing her in my shirt, I love seeing her in nothing even more. I pull my shirt off of her and drop it to the ground. She stands before me with her arms by her side, her shyness has finally worn off and she seems much more comfortable exposing her naked body to me.

She watches as I push my lounge pants down my hips to drop at my feet. Taking her by the hand, I lead her down the steps and into the water. I watch goosebumps rise on her shoulders. The water is warm but has a bit of a chill when you first sink into it. We wade out to where the water is deep enough to swim and I pull Laura into my arms and she rests her head on my shoulder as we float in the water together.

Breaking the silence around us, I ask a question that I have been thinking about since Jess and Callum’s wedding, “Jess said you made her wedding dress?” She tenses for a second until I run my hand along her hair. “You don’t have to tell me about it if makes you uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s okay, I’m just not used to anyone asking me about my designs. It’s something that’s always been all mine, something I’ve worked hard on. Not something my parents have tried to just hand over to make them look good.”

I can tell by the tone of her voice as she tells me how and why she started designing and making her clothing that she is passionate about it. My chest swells with pride for how hard she has worked to get to this point and I tell her so. She tightens her arms around my shoulders and even though we are in the water, I feel a wetness against my neck that I can tell isn’t coming from the lake.

“Hey, baby girl, what are the tears for?”

She leans back and looks into my eyes as I wipe the tears from hers. “Other than Jess, you are the only person that has ever told me that.”

I kiss the tip of her nose to try and lighten the mood by teasing, “It’s because it’s the truth. I’m very proud of you, even if you act like a brat half the time.”

She gasps and narrows her eyes. “I do not act like a brat!”

“Hell, yes, my dirty girl, you do.” I laugh.

I should have seen it coming, but she catches me off guard and I get a mouthful of lake water as she splashes a small wave of it at my face. Wiping my eyes, I growl and make a dive at her. She squeals and tries to swim away from me, but she isn’t fast enough. Grabbing her by the ankle, I pull her back to me and dip down into the water, wrapping my arms around her hips and then rising to bring her high out of the water.

Holding her like this puts her stomach level with my face and I lean in and kiss her stomach. The thought from last night comes to the forefront in my mind and my cock hardens thinking that right now she could be carrying my baby. If she isn’t, then I am going to fuck her so much that she ends up pregnant.

The sun has risen higher in the sky as we make our way out of the water. I pull my dry pants up just as Laura puts my shirt back on and as we walk back to the house, she slips her arm through mine. It's lunchtime by now and I ask her if she wants to get a shower while I fix our lunch. I watch her as she walks down the hall, knowing if I follow her there will be no lunch. Once I get her back in bed, she will be lucky if I let her come up for air.

While Laura showers, I makes us a couple of sandwiches and grab some chicken out of the freezer, figuring I can fire up the grill tonight.

I take our food and drinks to the table and wait for her to join me.

I look around the cabin, taking in the open floor plan. The kitchen and dining area are one big open room that leads into the large open living space. A large sectional sofa faces the fireplace that’s made from slabs of rock that lead all the way up to the ceiling. The living room has large windows that let the sunlight in. This house really is one of my favorite places.

Laura slides into the seat beside me without me even hearing her approach. Being a cop, I’m normally very vigilant, but I forget that she has light footfalls. We sit in silence as we eat and I love that we don’t have to talk and are just content to be in each other’s presence.

* * *

Laura

After lunch Troy tells me he has to make a couple of calls and is going to hit the shower once he's done. I walk out to my Jeep and grab my sketch pad out of the passenger seat, before heading back into the house. I find a spot on the couch and start sketching out an idea for a new dress.

I hear the shower running and the image of Troy nude with water from the shower running down his hard abs to his cock makes me tingle and my nipples hard. Losing my concentration, I lay the sketch pad to the side and wander down the hallway to his room. I walk into the room just as he is stepping out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel and the water beading on his body. I have never been so jealous of water and a towel. I want to drop to my knees and lick every drop from his neck to his cock.

My breathing shortens and my nipples harden as he walks towards me with that dark look in his stormy grey eyes. Standing in front of me, he drops his towel to the floor and stands there in all his naked, tanned glory. Before he has a chance to touch me, I drop to my knees and take him in my hand. He lets out a guttural groan as I stroke his length slowly but firmly. I lean in and lick the drops of water from the head, causing Troy to grab my face in both hands to guide me.

“Open your mouth, baby. Take me all the way into that hot mouth.” My pussy clenches as I open up to let him pull me onto his cock. I stroke him with my hand and tongue as he fucks my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head of his shaft and dragging my teeth over him.

“Fuck! Goddamn that’s it, my dirty girl, work my dick, play with my balls.” I take his heavy sack in my other hand and massage it as I work his cock.

Troy buries his hands in my hair as he lets me take over and watches me with his heavy-lidded eyes. I speed up my strokes and pull down on his balls as I take him as far as I can into my throat before gagging and backing off.

“Shit, I’m going to come and you’re going to take it all down, aren’t you baby?” I nod as I squeeze his shaft one last time and feel his cock throb as his cum shoots out and I swallow it all down. I linger, making sure his cock is clean of every last drop before sitting back on my heels and looking up at him.

Troy watches me with a mixture of awe and heat in his eyes. I clench my thighs to try to relieve the throbbing ache and I can’t decide whether I want to slide my fingers into my panties and let him watch or if I should just jump him and get his now hard cock inside me. I think for a second and decide to say fuck it and go for the second option.

Climbing to my feet, I determinedly walk to Troy and place my hands on his abs, feeling them contract as I slide my hands up his front until they are resting on his chest, then I make my move and push him down onto the bed.

* * *

Troy

Laura pushes me onto my back, the pillows and comforter cushioning our fall as she follows me down. She straddles my hips and grinds her panty-clad pussy onto my cock. Fuck me. She has no idea what she is asking for, fucking teasing a grown ass man like me.

She leans down, pressing her big, firm tits against my chest. I groan as she rubs them against me, she isn't wearing a bra and I can feel her hard little nipples. I'm fucking dying to take them in my mouth, I want to punish them, I want to bend her teasing little ass over my knees and spank her until she is dripping down both of our legs.

I grab two handfuls of her perfect ass as she leans down and runs her tongue around the shell of my ear. I growl, "Little one, you have no idea who you are playing with."

Laura whispers in my ear, "Yes, I do, Daddy. I’m playing with a rock-hard man." She moans as I squeeze her ass cheeks harder.

Goddamn! I've never had a woman call me Daddy other than my own child, but hearing it come out of that dirty little mouth of hers has me wanting to rip off panties and come all over her pussy.

"You want me, Daddy, you know you do. You want to push that big, hard cock inside of my tight little pussy." She breathes that dirty shit in my ear. Where the hell did she learn to talk like that? "You want to come inside me, don't you? I want my stomach full of your babies, Daddy.” I groan as I lose all sense of reason and come all over both of us. Like a Goddamn teenage boy. This girl is going to kill me.

13

Troy

I sit at my desk, staring unseeing at my computer. I’ve read the same report five times and couldn’t tell you what it says. Laura is consuming my every thought. Since our weekend together at the cabin we have spent a lot of our free time together. It isn’t just about the sex, which is mind-blowing, it's more than that. It surprises me the things we have in common and how we can talk for hours about books, music, and movies despite our age difference. I never once thought that she would be the woman that I could share these things with, all the while she shows a maturity that she has been hiding beneath her wild streak.

More and more I am starting to think about a future for us, since I know now that she is the woman I have been waiting for. It’s because of these thoughts that I am getting no work done and we are so short staffed, it’s ridiculous. Since the town council voted on budget cuts, it hit us the hardest. I have three deputies under me: Callum, Scott, and Vince. You would think with a town as small as ours that would be enough, but it isn’t. Crime is picking up in so many close towns and counties and no matter how hard we fight against it, it's pushing into our town.

Tonight I have both Callum and Scott on patrol. Vince is out sick, which is rare, because that is one man that will work through anything. The radio on my desk comes to life as I hear Scott come across requesting backup. Shit. He’s in pursuit of a perp that is wanted in a neighboring town. This guy is bad news, not much older than the teens he sells drugs to.

I radio back that I’m on my way and Callum confirms that he is on his way as well. I check my shoulder radio and gun and am out the door, climbing into my car and turning on my lights as I rush to join the chase. Moments like this get my adrenaline running and my heart racing. I take a minute to call the sheriff in the next town over to let him know we are about to apprehend his wanted man. He lets me know that he is sending two of his deputies over to assist us.

Scott radios again that he’s in pursuit on foot near the old mill outside of town. I’m five minutes out. As soon as I reach the mill, I’m out of my car, leaving the dash cam running. Scanning my surroundings, I see no sign of Scott. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a man that fits the criminal’s description running towards the back of one of the brick storage buildings. I give chase, staying vigilant of my surroundings. Putting my back against the bricks, I peer around the corner and see that there are wooden palettes stacked randomly all throughout the alley, the perfect hiding place for a criminal.

I'm about to head in when my radio cracks with Scott huffing into the mic, telling me that he has the perp in his sights on foot heading towards the woods off to the side of the mill. I step into the alley and holster my gun, wondering where the hell Callum is. He hasn’t radioed in since I left the station. Before I can rush to help Scott, I hear two gunshots and feel a streak of fire across the top of my shoulder.

Fuck!

I’ve been shot!

I throw myself around the corner of the building, I press my hand to the top of my shoulder to put pressure on the wound. I pull my hand back and see it's covered in my blood. A flesh wound, but it’s still bleeding pretty good.

Goddamn it.

I’ve been shot worse than this before, but you never get accustomed to it: the burning, the pain, or the anticipation of the next shot that may or may not come.

I hear a voice call out from the alley, “Chief!” Callum, finally.

I look around the side of the building and see him cuffing our perp who is screaming and yelling about his leg. Looks like that second shot must have come from Callum. I walk to him, keeping pressure on my shoulder. I stop in front of him, growling, “Why the fuck didn’t you radio in your location?”

“Sorry, Chief, my Goddamn radio shorted out before I could get here.” He explains.

Fuck these budget cuts, I’ll be taking this shit up with the town council; I can’t have my men out here risking their lives and getting hurt because of faulty equipment.

Callum finally looks up at me and notices my hand on my shoulder. “Fuck, Chief, you’ve been shot.”

“It’s just a flesh wound.”

“It’s bleeding pretty bad to just be a flesh wound, man. We need to radio for an ambulance and get you over to the hospital.”

“Hell no, I’m not going to the hospital in a fuckin' ambulance.” I argue.

“Fine, but I’m damn well driving you. My wife would be pissed if I let her stubborn ass old man bleed out on the damn ground.” He warns.

“Fine, grab this bastard and let’s go.”

Callum hauls the man to his feet, who is still whining about the bullet wound in his thigh. Asshole is lucky Callum didn’t shoot him in his fucking head. We make it to the cars just as the deputies pull up. “Great fucking timing.” Callum says sarcastically.

As I’m talking to the other officers, Scott comes jogging up behind us. “Where the hell have you been?” I demand.

Out of breath, he replies, “Shit, I’m sorry, Chief, I was chasing the wrong guy. It turned out he was a kid.”

“Next time pay attention. Chief was almost shot in the back by this asshole.” Callum reprimands while pointing towards the officer’s car he just put the motherfucker in. “You’re gonna have to go back on patrol while I take chief to the hospital and get him patched up.”

Cal and I climb into his SUV and head for the hospital. It’s only a short drive and when we arrive, the nurse rushes to meet us. Cal had called the ER on our way and let them know we were coming. She leads me to a triage area so she can look at my shoulder before the doctor comes in.

Cal steps out into the hallway and I know he is going to call Jess who will call Laura. Shit. I don’t need Laura worried about me like this. Before I can yell for Cal to get his ass back in here the doctor comes in. I hate hospitals.

* * *

Laura

I’m sitting on Troy’s couch with my sketch book working on some updated design ideas I have. The TV is playing in the background, I glance at the clock and see it is after eight. Troy is supposed to be home at ten, but I got bored earlier so after the third episode of The 100 I was watching on Netflix, I decided to fix dinner for Troy and I. I made chicken parmesan, one of his favorites. After eating mine, I wrapped a plate up for him and put it in the fridge for him to eat later.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I hear is my phone ringing. I pick it up, not recognizing the number, but answering it anyway. “Hello.”

Callum’s deep voice comes through, “Laura, its Callum, I’m at the hospital with Troy. I need you to go pick up Jess before she tries to drive herself to the hospital. I told her to keep her ass at home, but I know she won’t listen and she doesn’t need to stress herself, it’s not good for the baby.”

I sit here in shock, why is Troy in the hospital and what baby? Jess is pregnant? My mind is going in circles until I hear Callum raise his voice. “Laura, can you handle that? Can you go pick up Jess and bring her to the hospital?”

“Yeah, yeah I can.” Before he can go, I ask, “Callum, wait. Why is Troy at the hospital?”

“He was shot, now hurry up.” He drops that bombshell, then hangs up.

I look at the phone in my hand as fear courses through me like lightning. Shot… what the hell is he talking about? I start to panic. No. Troy can’t be hurt, how bad was he shot?!

Thoughts are running through my head as I grab my keys and run out to my Jeep, not even locking the front door behind me. I’m so glad Jess lives a couple of streets over. I pull into her drive as she is coming down her porch steps.

I stop the Jeep and she climbs in, buckling her seat belt as I back out of her drive and turn towards the hospital, she looks at me and asks, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just worried.” I grip the steering wheel, trying to drive and not panic.

“It’s okay, Dad will be fine.” She assures me.

“How do you know? He could be bleeding out right now.”

“Bleeding out?” She asks with a confused look on her face. “I don’t think Dad is going to die from a flesh wound.”

“A what? A flesh wound?” I’m really confused right now.

“Yeah, Callum said the bullet grazed the top of Dad’s shoulder. That the doctor is stitching him up right now, and of course, Dad is bitching because they gave him pain meds and he hates them. Didn’t Cal tell you Dad is fine?”

My breath rushes out of me in relief. “No, all he said was that Troy was shot and to bring you to the hospital so you wouldn’t stress out because it’s bad for you and the baby.” I look at her out of the corner of my eye, waiting for her reaction.

She looks at me quickly. “He said what?! I can’t believe he told you, I wanted it to be a surprise; we just found out. I’m gonna kill him.” She seethes and I laugh a little, picturing my tiny best friend trying to take down her big, burly husband.

She has her arms crossed over her chest the rest of the way to the hospital. We pull in the parking lot of the emergency room and I find a space to park in the crowded lot. Damn, must be a full moon out tonight; this hospital isn’t usually so packed. Jess gets out on her side as I walk around to join her.

“I swear. If he tells Dad about the baby before I do, he can kiss sex goodbye until after this baby comes.”

I can see those pregnancy hormones are already in effect.

14

Laura

Callum is waiting for us when we enter through the ER. He kisses Jess before leading us through the double doors that let us into the triage area. There are five rooms that create a circle with a desk in the center where the nurses sit. We stop at the door marked three and Callum opens it, letting Jess and I go in before him.

Troy is sitting on the small hospital bed that looks dwarfed by his large size. He has a scowl on his face until he looks up and sees Jess and I. He opens his arms, “Come here, little one.”

I look to Jess to see if he is motioning for her, but she nods her head at me. "Come here, little one."

I dash to his side, needing his comfort. I was so afraid I would never see him again. He wraps his good arm around me and presses his face to my hair while I sob into his neck. "Shhhh. Baby, it's okay. I'm here." I look him in the eye as the tears run down my face. "I thought you were dying." I sniffle out.

"Baby, no one will take me from you. Ever." He gives me words of comfort as he wipes my tears away.

I hear a grunt from behind me and remember that Jess and Callum are still here. We haven’t even told them about us, but I’m pretty sure they know now. I try to pull out of Troy's arms, to explain to my best friend why I have been keeping this from her, but Troy brings me in tighter.

"Laura will be taking me home." Troy tells them, his tone of voice is stern, not to be argued with.

Callum holds his hands up in surrender. "Hey man, you don't have to explain anything to us. It's obvious." Callum says as he tugs his wife closer to him.

Jess leaves his side to come around the opposite side of the bed, careful not to touch his shoulder, she kisses her dad on the cheek and wraps her arms around me and Troy in a brief hug. “I’ll talk to you later.” I know she is stepping back to give us this time together. I nod my head in agreement before she walks to Callum and takes his hand.

“If you need anything, man, just give me a call.” He tells Troy.

“I will, just take care of my daughter.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” He replies before walking out with Jess.

* * *

Troy

I look down at the sweet beauty in my arms and my heart swells with the love I have for her. It broke me to see her so scared, I never want to see her tears like that again. I shift my bad shoulder and wince at the burn. Shit, this isn’t the first time I’ve been shot, but I swear a surface wound burns a hell of a lot more than a through and through shot.

I should have known better than to let that damn drug dealer get the better of me. Guy played dirty, hiding in the fucking alley, then being stupid enough to take a shot at a cop. I’m just glad my back-up was able to take him down before any more gunfire started. He’s sitting in a cell right now and if I have my way, he will be spending a good long while in one. I have no sympathy for someone that sells drugs to kids.

“Laura baby, will you grab my shirt so we can get the hell out of here?”

She kisses my cheek and slides off the bed while I hit the button for the nurse.

A voice comes over the speaker, “Yes?”

“Yeah, can you get my nurse in here with my papers so I can leave?”

“I’ll send her in right away.”

I hate fucking hospitals but at least the nurses here are prompt. A few minutes later my nurse comes in with papers in hand. Laura is helping me slide on my uniform shirt. My undershirt was cut off me when I came in.

My nurse looks like she is in her late sixties. She has short white hair and laugh lines around her mouth and a friendly disposition, I liked her immediately.

“Alright, Sheriff Walker, here are your release papers. This is the sheet that has instructions on taking care of that shoulder.” She hands me the papers and smiles at Laura, who has brushed my hands aside and is buttoning my shirt even though I can do it on my own. My baby is cute when she's being assertive. I take the papers from the nurse and thank her. Slipping my nine millimeter back into its holster, I wrap my good arm around Laura’s waist as we head out and into the parking lot.

Laura’s Jeep is parked near the emergency room doors. I open the passenger door for her and she stands beside me with a stubborn set to her face. “Baby girl, get in the car.” The thought of her driving upset to the hospital pisses me off, but I have no one to blame but myself. If I had mentioned something to Callum sooner, he would have made sure neither of the girls would have driven to the hospital on their own.

“No. You are nuts if you think I am going to let you drive us home after this. Plus, you’ve been given pain medicine, Troy.” She looks at my shoulder pointedly. That sure shows me that I’m not thinking straight, I didn’t even think about the fact I can’t drive us home, and I’m an officer.

I kiss Laura on the lips, surprising her. “Thank you, baby.”

She looks at me confused and asks as she helps me into the passenger seat, “For what?”

“For looking out for me.” She shakes her head as she closes my door and I hear her mumble what sounds like "impossible" which makes me chuckle. She climbs into the driver seat, gets buckled up, then brings the Jeep to life. We exit the parking lot and head home. Laura is quiet on the ride and I can tell she is still not over what’s happened. I plan to fix that shit as soon as we make it to my house. Holding her hand in mine, I raise it to my lips and kiss it before setting our joined hands to rest on my thigh.

She pulls us into my driveway and I ease out of my seat and walk around the car before she can climb out and open her door. She has that look in her eyes that tells me she is about to start shit.

“You don’t need to be straining your shoulder, Troy, I can get out of the car on my own.” She huffs up at me and I smile down at her which pisses her off more.

I laugh to myself because her stubborn ass is going to end up over my knee. “Baby girl, my shoulder will be fine, I’ve had worse injuries than this before.” She looks like she wants to stomp her foot. “Come on, babe, let's go inside.”

As soon as we're in the house, I drop her keys on the side table by the entrance and lock and bolt the door for the night, letting her know without words that her ass is staying here tonight. All I want to do is take a shower, fuck Laura until she screams my name, and then curl up with her and go to sleep. If I have my way it’s going to be like this every night.

I pull her down the hallway behind me into my room. Flipping on the light, I walk to my dresser and set my gun and badge down. Before I can reach for my belt Laura is unbuttoning my shirt.

“Babe, you know I can undress myself.”

“Hush.” She says with that stubborn glint still in her eyes.

I watch her as she unbuttons my shirt and runs her hands up my chest to my shoulders before reaching the collar of my shirt and pushing it off, being careful of my bandage. My shirt hits the floor and Laura steps into me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I can tell she needs this moment. I pull her to me and dip my head down and breathe her in until she relaxes against me. I kiss the top of her head and she releases me.

“I’m going to go take a shower; I want you on my bed, naked and waiting for me when I get out.” I growl.

“Don’t get your bandage wet.”

“Bed. Now.” I warn, smacking her ass and laugh when I hear her gasp as I walk into the bathroom.

* * *

Laura

Sliding onto the bed, I unbutton and push my shorts off, then grab the hem of my shirt and pull it off, tossing it to the floor with my shorts. Troy said no clothes, but I don’t plan on letting him tell me what to do any time soon.

The shower shuts off and a few minutes later, a very naked Troy walks out scrubbing his hair and beard with a towel. I watch as he walks to the dresser, rifling through the drawer. He pulls out a pair of boxer briefs and drops the towel so he can slip them on. He has his back to me, I watch as every muscle in his muscular back and ass shift while he puts his underwear on. Then he takes a seat in a dark blue plush chair that faces the foot of the bed and crosses his ankle over his knee looking at me.

Frowning, trying to figure out what he is doing, I ask, “What are you doing? I thought you wanted me on the bed?”

“I told you to be on my bed, in nothing, but since you want to be a brat, I don’t think you deserve my cock right now.” He raises his brow in expectation as I squirm on the bed.

I can tell by the expression of lust on his face that his primal senses have locked on and I’m his target. I don’t have to wait long for his instructions, “Unhook your bra slowly.”

I unhook the front clasp on my lavender bra, the one with lace trim along the top. I slowly pull the cups apart, exposing my breasts that are heavy from my arousal. My nipples tighten and peak as he watches and I know he sees the flush of arousal creeping from the tops of my breasts up along my chest. I let the bra drop to the bed and wait for my next instruction.

“Good girl, now turn over and put your ass in the air, slowly slide those panties off so I can see that dripping wet pussy.” I whimper and do as I’m told.

When I slide my panties down to my knees, I hear a strangled groan come from him. Hearing how turned on he is from watching me makes me want to bask in this feeling of sensual wantonness. I know he can see my arousal coating my inner thighs. With my face to the bed and my naked body exposed to Daddy, I run the pads of my silken fingers up the backs of my thighs until I reach my ass where I pull both cheeks apart so he can see all of my pussy. Before I can slide my fingers through the wetness, I hear him move from the chair and the sound of metal clicking against metal has me lifting my head to look behind me.

“No. Did Daddy tell you to move?” I drop my head back down and wait. I feel his strong, callused palms run from my ankles up the front of my thighs and he pulls hard and drags me to the end of the bed.

“Your shoulder!” I gasp out.

“Fuck my shoulder!” He growls as he pulls my knees further apart and I feel cold metal on my ankles... handcuffs... that’s what the clinking sound was. He secures one ankle to the left post of the bed and the other to the right. I pull against the cuffs, they have no give to them. Troy has all the control, I won’t move until he allows me. This is what I have been missing in my life, giving up my control to this man.

I glance behind me and watch with rapt fascination as Troy pulls his cock from his underwear and slides his fingers down his shaft and squeezes the base. He’s hard as a rock and I want him inside me, filling me up completely. He sees me watching and taunts, “You want this, baby girl? Want me to fill that little pussy up until you scream?”

I groan and try to rub my thighs together, forgetting the cuffs. I cry out, needing relief, needing him to do anything right now. I’m to the point of begging him to touch me, fuck me, to take me like the beast he is. My skin breaks out into a sweat as he runs his fingers through the lips of my pussy, my arousal coating his fingers. He goes even further, rubbing my juices around the tight hole of my ass. I clench as he puts pressure on it, slipping the tip of his finger in teasingly, then he slides his finger out and smacks my ass. “Not tonight, baby, but Daddy will take that ass very soon.” I may come from just his words.

He rubs circles around my clit and fucks me with his thumb and I’m practically incoherent, a begging mess. Troy finally takes pity on me, but it’s almost worse when he stops altogether.

“What are you doing? Daddy, please.” I’m not even ashamed of the fact that I’m begging, I’m past the point of needing him.

“This is punishment, naughty girl, this is for not taking everything off like Daddy told you.”

Dear God, if this is what his punishments are like, I will try my damnedest to obey his orders from now on... when it comes to the bedroom. “Please Daddy, I will be your good girl from now on, I promise. I need you to fuck me now!”

“Hmmm. You beg so prettily, naughty girl, you know Daddy can’t resist you when you beg.”

Without warning, he grabs my hips and glides into me. God, he’s huge. No matter how many times we do this, he always takes my breath when he pushes into me, like it’s the first time all over again. He bottoms out and drops his forehead to my back.

“Fuck, baby, you are so damn tight.” I can hear the hunger in his voice, He wraps my thick locks in his fist and pulls while he braces me with his hand on my hip. He tightens his grip as he slides out and slams back in, causing us both to groan. “Hold on baby, I’m about to fuck you into the bed.” He warns me before he picks up his rhythm, fucking me so hard the bed is hitting the wall.

“Rub your clit for me naughty girl, Daddy is going to fill you up with cum and I need you with me.” I slide two fingers along my slit and rub my clit, while using the others to slide along his cock as he fucks into me. Troy lets out a sharp curse before pushing deep into me one final time, I come from the combination of my fingers on my clit and feeling his cock throb inside me as he releases his seed. Once again, we didn’t use protection; he’s determined to put his baby in me and at this point he probably already has.

Troy slides out of me and I feel instantly empty. I can feel our combined juices running out of me and unexpectedly, he slides his fingers back into me. “Can’t waste all this cum, need to keep it inside you so it can do its job.”

I collapse to my stomach. Fuck, I’m done. Once he is sure no more is coming out, he pulls his fingers out and removes the handcuffs. I hear him walk into the bathroom and the water comes on for a few moments. He shuts the water off and comes back into the room with a wet cloth in his hand. He spreads my legs apart and cleans me gently before kissing the top of my foot and dropping the rag into the linen basket.

Crawling up the bed, I slip under the blankets where he joins me, pulling me to his side. I start to lay my head on his shoulder but pull back as I remember his wound, “I don’t want to hurt your shoulder.”

“It’s fine, baby, I barely feel it right now.” Giving me no choice but to lay my head down, I shift to his chest and he chuckles at my evasion. I mutter "stubborn" under my breath and get a quick smack to my ass in turn.

“Quit being a brat and go to sleep.” He kisses my lips and I can tell he meant it to be a soft goodnight kiss, but I take advantage and deepen the kiss, running my tongue along his, listening to him growl as I pull away.

“Night, Daddy.” I tease.

“If we weren’t both so damn tired, I would put you over my knee and spank your ass.”

“Promises, promises.” I mumble as I slip off to sleep with his gruff laughter in my ear.

15

Troy

I sit on my couch, exhausted from my shift. Damn, I'm glad to be home. The stiffness in my shoulder got worse as the day went on. All I feel like doing is throwing a frozen dinner in the microwave and dragging myself to the shower. And I will, any minute now. Laying my head back, I hear the front door open, no knock, it must be Jess. She still comes and goes as she pleases. I wouldn't have it any other way.

I hear soft footsteps in the hall and I perk up when I smell something heavenly. I'm sidetracked as she steps into the room and I see it's Laura, not Jess. She's carrying a glass dish in her hands. I groan at the smell of homecooked food. I'm a man, what do you expect?

"Hi, Daddy." She greets me as she saunters over to the couch. "I knew you would be exhausted after your shift. I made you lasagna, since you think you can live off the frozen dinners."

She sets the dish on the coffee table in front of me. As she bends down, it's then I realize what she is wearing. Fuck. How the hell did I miss that outfit? I blame my stomach and the tempting food. She has on a black pleated skirt that hits above mid-thigh, with white knee socks and a pair of Converse. Topping it off with a plain white T-shirt that hugs her tits perfectly. She stands in front of me with her hands on her hips and I can't seem to find my tongue to speak. She takes advantage of my lapse in speech and climbs in my lap. Holy shit. She straddles me and wraps her arms loosely around my neck.

“How’s your shoulder?” She questions as she leans in running her nose along mine.

“Still stiff but better now that your here.”

“Poor Daddy, I missed you." She tucks her face into my neck and I get a whiff of her hair. I groan... apples, I could roll in her scent all day. I stroke her hair as she cuddles into me, content to just relax against me. She must be feeling playful, because she presses down on my lap, rubbing her pussy on my cock, which is rock hard behind my uniform pants. I expel a harsh breath and groan when I feel her little tongue touch my neck.

"Little one." I caution, she knows she is playing with fire. She whines and I wrap my arm around her waist and tug on her hair, bringing her face in front of mine. "What's wrong, baby?"

I see a teasing glint in her blue eyes. "I’m aching." And I catch on to her game.

I run my hand from her knee up until it meets the hem of her skirt. "Where do you ache, baby girl?" I slide my hand under her skirt, running it up her inner thigh until I touch her panties and I can feel the dampness from where her juices have soaked through. She is trying to kill me.

She moans as I rub her through the fabric. "Here?" She whimpers and presses against my fingers, wanting more friction.

"Yes. Right there, my pussy aches for you." Damn. She has a mouth on her. I fucking love it. I want to bend her over the coffee table and fuck her hard from behind. I'll settle for making her cum first. I grab the sides of her panties, ripping them apart until they fall away from her hips. I wrap my one arm around her hips and pull her tight against me as I use the fingers of my other hand to slide along her slit. She's dripping wet and wastes no time in grinding that hot little pussy against my fingers in search of what she wants.

"Greedy girl. Greedy little pussy." I rub her harder. She's so wet, she is coating my hand. I can't wait to lap up all her wetness. I slide two fingers inside of her, so hot and tight. I'm officially addicted to this pussy. "I'm going to give you exactly what you need, baby, don't you worry. But first you are going to ride my fingers until you come all over my lap."

"Oh, God yes." She moans, lost in the motions of my fingers fucking her. She's riding them so hard as I'm slamming them up into her little cunt. I reach up with my free hand and grab the neck of her shirt. Jerking it down and ripping it in the process, I shove her bra cup away so I can get to her perky tit. I groan as I lean down so I can devour her, starting with her tight dusky nipple. She moans as I bite the little bud hard, she loves the bite of pain.

"Fuck, little one, I can't wait to see these tits full of milk." I almost come at the thought of my baby at her breast. Hell, yeah, I'm a caveman. I want her little body round with my baby.

"Yes, Daddy, oh yes!" She cries out, not even realizing what she is agreeing to.

"Come all over Daddy's hand, little one, so I can fill you up with my cock and start making our baby." I take her mouth in a deep kiss. I rub her clit with my thumb while she works her hips over my hand. I can feel the walls of her pussy tightening on my fingers — she's close. I use my free hand to shove her skirt up to her waist and pull away from her kiss.

"I want to watch your pussy come all over my hand. Give Daddy all your cum. Now, baby, fuck. Now!" I demand as I pinch her little clit. She screams out her orgasm as she gushes all over me. I growl as I watch her, it's the most erotic sight I have ever seen. She slumps back, bracing her hands on my knees.

I pull my fingers from her and push them into my mouth, licking as she watches me. She has a naughty grin on her face, such a bad girl. I finish with my fingers and pull on my belt, jerking open my pants to free my throbbing cock. Her eyes go big as I spring out from the confines of my briefs. I grab her hips and she squeals as I turn her around and pull her back to my chest. I lift her ass up enough to get my cock placed right at the opening of her pussy.

"Sink down on me, baby." I command and like the good girl she is, she does. I groan and throw my head back as I feel how hot and tight she is around my dick. She takes me, every inch until I bottom out. She lays back against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. I grip her hips with both hands and lift her halfway up my cock and then release her, causing her to drop back down. We both moan.

I bite down on her neck. "Ride me. Ride me like the bad girl you are." She starts working her pussy over my cock. I brace my feet against the coffee table and slide down the couch until we can both watch my cock slide in and out of her. She picks up speed, working her hips faster and holding onto my thighs, she closes her eyes.

"No. Open your eyes. I want you to watch your pussy work the cum out of me. Look how wet my dick is from your pussy."

"I need more, Daddy. Fuck me harder, please. I want to be able to feel you even when we are apart."

"Goddamn, such a dirty mouth. Daddy's dirty girl. Fucking perfect pussy. You want harder, little one? I'll give you harder." I grip her hips as I slam up inside of her. She screams out as I hit her sweet spot. "Come for Daddy, baby. Squeeze the cum from my cock."

I reach down and smack her pussy and she cries out as she comes all over my dick. She orgasms so hard she strangles my cock, causing me to explode inside her. I push deep to get my seed right where it needs to be. She collapses against me and I kiss her neck as the last of my cum fills her up.

"Still ache?" I ask her.

She smiles up at me. "Yes, but in the best way." I laugh as I relax into the couch wrapping my arms around her.

* * *

Laura

I snuggle into Troy. I love these few times we get to cuddle together like this. This past week has been wonderful. After his accident last week, we have spent every day together. The nights this week that he hasn’t worked, I sleep here and the others I stay at home, even though Troy has told me that he wants me here even when he is working. He’s trying his hardest to move me in, but I’m waiting for him to tell me I’m moving in and that's final. I love when he goes into full alpha mode and gives me no choice. If anyone in town has noticed me being here all the time, they aren’t saying anything. Gossip around here runs wild, but I’m sure everyone knows not to make waves for the man that keeps the town safe.

We cuddle for a few more minutes before taking the lasagna to the kitchen, where we sit like a normal family and eat and talk about our day. After dinner, Troy clears the table while I clean up the dishes. Standing at the sink, he slips his arms around me from behind and lays a soft kiss on my neck.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

I turn in his arms and slide my hands around his neck. “Nothing that can’t be put off. Why, what did you have in mind?”

“I have the next couple of days off. I thought we could go stay at the cabin.”

“Mmmm.” I purr against his chest. “Outdoor sex.”

Troy laughs, “You’re insatiable, naughty girl.”

“It’s all your fault, but I understand if you are too old to keep up,” I tease.

“Too old?” He growls. “I’ll show you too fucking old.”

I squeal as I find myself upside down over his good shoulder. “Damn it, Troy!” I giggle.

He smacks my ass, making me yelp. “Come on, naughty girl, Daddy’s gonna show you just how much stamina he has.

16

Troy

The next morning, Laura and I are up early packing a couple of bags to take with us to the cabin today. I watch Laura yawn and try not to laugh; I kept her up most of the night. After her comment about me being old, I showed her thoroughly over and over again how wrong she was. By the time I finally let her go to sleep, she was exhausted.

“I need to run to my house and pick up some clothes to pack.” She tells me as she watches me pull clothes out of the dresser.

I shake my head. “You know, if you would just move in, you wouldn’t need to keep going to your house for clothes.”

She gives me a little huff that makes me want to spank her ass. We’ve had this conversation a couple of times and I’ve let her have her way. I have seriously considered just packing her shit and moving her in myself. Besides, if everything goes as planned this weekend, the issue of her moving in will be a moot point. She’s crazy if she thinks that I’m going to let the future mother of my kids fight me on this. I can guarantee that she is carrying my baby now, even if she doesn’t know it yet.

“Alright, baby, we’ll stop by on the way to the cabin.” She gives me a smile, thinking she has won this battle. She has no idea.

An hour later, we are on our way to the cabin after stopping by Laura’s house. I waited while she threw some clothes and stuff in her bag. I looked around the obscenely giant home and shook my head. I will do anything in my power to make Laura mine forever. I know I can’t give her the luxury she has grown up with, but I can give her what matters the most: love and a family.

I’ve loved Laura for a while, I just didn’t realize it until she started putting herself in my line of sight intentionally. I know she loves me too. She wouldn’t have worked so hard to get me if she didn’t. I laugh to myself as I think of the times in the past year that she has tried to get me to see her as a woman. Boy, was I blind.

I look at her in the passenger seat beside me. She is relaxed into her seat, in her little jean shorts and tank top, her feet bare and propped up on the dash while she sings along to the radio. I reach over and take her hand and she gives me a smile that lights up her beautiful face before she goes back to singing. My heart swells with love. I don’t think I have been this happy or relaxed in a long time.

* * *

Laura

Today has been one of the best days of my life. Shortly after arriving at the cabin, Troy and I wandered down to the lake in our swimsuits to swim. We played and splashed in the water like a couple of kids. I’ve known Troy for the better part of my life; he has always been the stern, yet kind, rock for Jess and I to come to for anything. He always seems like he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, I know he has the wellbeing of our town on them. To see him being so carefree and relaxed makes me happier than he will ever know.

We’ve been lying on the dock side by side for the past hour just watching the boats go by, sometimes we talk and sometimes we just sit in silence, content to just be together. I have my head lying on Troy’s shoulder while his arm is around my waist. The sun is close to setting when Troy tells me I should head inside and take a shower and he’ll start dinner.

I take a hot shower to wash the lake off me, using my apple shampoo and body wash that Troy has been keeping in supply. He thinks I don’t notice all the time he spends with his face tucked into my hair and neck. I laugh at how addicted he has become to the scent. When I tease him about it, he just says he only likes the smell of me.

After stepping out of the shower and drying off, I slip on my favorite cotton shorts and one of Troy’s t-shirts that I love. I towel-dry my hair and make my way to the kitchen. I’m confused when I see its empty and there is nothing cooking. I glance around wondering where he could be, and notice a flicker of light outside the back door.

When I open it and look down, I see a tea light candle at my feet; it’s one of the little battery power-led ones that mimic a real candle. Across from it there is another one, I look up and see a line of the little lights leading from the door, across the patio, and down through the yard towards the dock.

Curious to see what Troy has up his sleeve, I walk barefoot through the yard and follow the trail of lights until I can see the dock. I gasp, there are fairy lights surrounding the dock, and in the middle of them stands Troy with his hands in his pockets beside a blanket and basket, waiting for me.

My steps are silent as I move towards him until I am finally at his side, “What is all this?” I question.

Troy wraps his arm around my waist and kisses the crown of my head. “I wanted to do something special for my girl.”

Warmth fills me at his thoughtfulness. “I love picnics.”

“I know, Jess told me.” He takes my hand and guides me to the blanket where we take a seat and Troy begins pulling containers from the basket. I laugh when he opens the containers and I see he has packed all my favorite foods: chicken strips, macaroni and cheese, potato salad, and a small plate of cheesecake to top it all off.

“How did you get all this here and how did you know all my favorite foods?”

“I have my ways.” He teases.

I’d bet money Jess had a hand in this, he could have taken me to an expensive restaurant and I wouldn’t be nearly as happy as I am with this intimate and thoughtful gesture. My big bad beast really is a softy. As we eat, I notice Troy is unusually quiet and I wonder what he has on his mind. He watches as I savor the homemade cheesecake, moaning at how rich and delicious the flavor is. I hear a deep growl and look at Troy across from me, he is staring at my mouth like he wants to taste them.

Troy pulls his phone from his pocket and a few seconds later John Legend’s "All of Me" begins to play. Troy stands and takes both of my hands pulling me to my feet. “Dance with me.”

He pulls me into his arms and I lay my head against his chest and slip my arms around his waist. We sway to the music, quietly lost in each other. With his face tilted down beside mine he takes my breath away when he speaks, “This would be the perfect song to dance to at our wedding.”

I look up at him, thinking he is joking, but he has a serious look on his face as he drops to one knee in front of me and takes both of my hands in his. “Baby, I could give you all the pretty speeches you could take but we both know that isn’t me, you’ve been in my life for so long and I’m sorry it has taken me so long to really see you. Now that I have you, I won’t let you go. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up to you as my wife every morning and have beautiful babies with you.”

He pulls a ring from his pocket and slips it onto my finger and it's then that I see my tears dropping onto my hand. He reaches up and swipes them from my cheeks. “What do you think, baby? Will you marry me?”

I look at this big, gruff man at my feet in his cargo shorts and t-shirt, with the gray in his hair and beard and the only thing I can think is, Mine, he’s mine, and I shout, “Yes, God yes!”

Troy jumps to his feet, picking me up in the process and twirling me around, making me laugh. He puts me on my feet, not breaking contact. “I love you, baby.” He whispers as he softly kisses my lips.

“I love you too.” I tell him when he ends our kiss.

He gives me one of his rare smiles that turns him from gorgeous to breathtaking. “Are you going to look at the ring?”

I glance down at my hand not realizing that I didn’t even think of it, I was so lost in him. It’s one on the most beautiful things I have ever seen. White gold, with a two-carat pink, heart shaped diamond with smaller diamonds in pink and white along the band. I look up at Troy and of all the things I could say in this moment, I tease, “I guess this takes care of me moving in.”

He laughs as he gathers me into his arms, kissing me deeply before swinging me up into his arms and walking towards the house. As I lay my head on his shoulder, I think to myself that he was worth the time it took for us to get to this point. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

The End

Epilogue

8 months later

Laura

“Baby girl, if you don’t sit down like the doctor told you, I am going to tie your ass to the bed, after I spank it.” Troy threatens.

I huff in irritation, “For God’s sake, Troy, I’m pregnant, not an invalid.”

“Yeah, but you are pregnant with twins, baby, and you can go any day now.”

“Even more reason for me to be up and moving around, plus I need to pee; your sons are playing tag on my bladder again.”

At thirty-eight weeks, I am so ready for our boys to be here. We were ecstatic when we found out I was pregnant not long after we were married. But when we found out I would be having twin boys, I was in shock and of course, my husband walked around for days with his chest puffed up like a caveman.

He has been so wonderful throughout this entire pregnancy, completely spoiling me. His thoughtfulness only makes me love him more. You would think him having a grown daughter with her own baby on the way would be enough for him. But he is like a kid at Christmas waiting on our boys and Jess and Callum’s daughter. We were told twins come early, so our boys will be here before Jess’ daughter. I laugh to myself as I think of how much more protective Callum has become of Jess during her pregnancy. Our cavemen husbands, I muse.

At my last doctor’s appointment two days ago, the doctor told me everything looked excellent, but since twins come early she wants me putting my feet up as much as possible. Troy has taken time off from work to make sure I am resting. He finally talked the town council into letting him hire two more officers, which has given him more time to be home with me. I love having him here, but I draw the line at him carrying me to the bathroom to pee. Plus being in the bed and on the couch has my back hurting today, so I needed to move around so I could stretch some.

I’m two seconds from taking my husband’s head off when I feel wetness run down my legs. Shit, I can’t believe I just peed myself. “Babe, your water just broke!” Troy exclaims.

“Huh?” I look up at him in a daze.

“Your water, it just broke, the babies are coming! Have you had any contractions, baby?”

“No, my lower back has been hurting today, but that’s just from lying in bed.”

“Fuck, that’s contractions, babe. Let’s get you to the hospital before you have these babies at home!”

He runs to our room and grabs my hospital bag and helps me into the car. On our way to the hospital is when the contractions really kick in. By the time the nurse is wheeling me into the hospital, I am pretty sure I have called my husband every curse word ever written and I may have made up some of my own. My husband just smiled through it all and kept telling me I was doing fine.

I figured when we made it into the delivery room that it would be hours still before the boys came. Of course, they seem to be as impatient as their father. Two hours later and a lot of pushing and cursing from me and we were finally able to hold our identical twin boys. They both have their father’s grey eyes and my dark hair and what Troy says is my stubborn chin. They are the most perfect babies I have ever seen. I look up at my husband holding one of the boys while I hold the other and whisper to him, “Thank you.”

“No, baby, thank you.” He kisses my lips gently and life couldn’t be any more perfect than in this moment.

Acknowledgments

This is always the hardest part for me because I don’t want to leave anyone out.

My kids who had no problem eating pizza every time mom was buried in the computer.

Ro, for keeping me on my toes to finish this book.

Shannon, for being my sounding board.

CJ for keeping my head on straight.

Tiff and A for still being there even though I was MIA.

My Jess for saving my butt at the last minute.

My brother for answering all my off the wall questions for this book.

My editors and all the bloggers who promote my books.

Sansa, for every, single, thing you have done for me and these books.

My Belles for being an awesome group of women.

Most importantly, the readers who love Troy and Laura just as much as I do.

About the Author

L.R. Black is a mom of two wild kids with endless amounts of energy. She is a southern girl with a dirty mind and can always be found with her nose in a book.

“I’m not looking to change the world with my stories, I just want to put a little dirty into your day.” -L.R. Black