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“Not borderline, but enough to where he’s having me prick my finger before every meal and document each time. Depending on what he sees and my next lab appointment, we’ll go from there. So no, you don’t need to call your mother. I’ve been cutting back.” I’ll still call her. I get that the two of them have one another, but I’d have liked to have a little insight, too.
“Fine, but I’m not bringing you another soda, and I’m damn sure not bringing you anything from the bakery.” I slide my hands down the back of my dress before taking a seat. Dad’s office may be man cave-ish, but at least his chairs are comfortable, plush, and deep, wrapping around your body like a hug. My eyes land on a piece of paper with Fletcher’s name on it, and my Spidey senses instantly go on alert.
“Not even once in a blue moon?” he asks, seeing where my eyes are locked on the sheet of paper.
“No way. I want you around for a good long while.” I sit down finally. “What’s that?” There are a few other names following Fletch’s.
“Annual reports, promoting, demoting, and giving the boot. Thankfully, no one is getting the latter. Wild is being promoted from sergeant to lieutenant. About damn time, too. The man is better than Wyatt and George put together. Obviously, this doesn’t leave this room.” Now I’m going to have to explain to Fletch that we need to keep this between the two of us a bit longer without letting on what I know. And doesn’t that just suck for me. No way am I going to put a promotion in jeopardy when he’s this close to a life-altering career move.
“I won’t say a word, but it’s going to cost you.” I place my hand out, palm out. Some would think I’m asking for money. Dad knows I’m not, and this is also a test to see just how much he’s cutting back. How I’m managing not to show the card I’ve been dealt is beyond me. All I know is I’m sucking it up and making the best of it.
“Damn it, Delilah. You run a hard bargain.” Dad opens his desk drawer, where for as long as I can remember he kept a stash of Lifesavers.
“Does Mom know you have these still with all of this I’m cutting back non-sense?” I air quote him, and I’d like to say I’m surprised when there isn’t a hint of remorse in his disposition. It seems he’s going to be his own worst enemy if he doesn’t start to take his health seriously.
“Yeah, yeah. I hear the same thing from your mother. I’ll try to do better.” He slaps a full pack of the hard candy in my hand.
“Thank you. I’d appreciate you staying alive for as long as possible. Now, I’m off to run a couple of errands. Love you, Daddy.” I stand up and walk around his desk to give him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“Love you, too, Delilah. Thank you for stopping by. Try to come around more often when you aren’t working, alright?” He gives me a tight squeeze.
“How about you do the same? I’m pretty sure I get my workaholic ways from you.” I wink.
“I suppose you do.” He lets out a soft chuckle.
“There’s no supposing. Ask Momma.” We finish saying our goodbyes, and then I’m out the office door, closing it behind me. While I’m here, I may as well stop and say hello to my favorite sergeant.
Chapter 18
Fletch
“Were you looking for me?” I come up behind Delilah, whispering in her ear. She might not have seen me when she walked into the station, but I sure as fuck saw her. I was coming out of the breakroom. Wyatt was in there, and I wanted to ask him a question about the case he was working on. After talking to Chief Taylor and doing a standard search on the homeowner’s house, he noticed Wyatt had a similar last name on a file for a warrant being served today, a search for drugs with the intent to sell. Since this is a small town, Taylor suggested we cross-reference the welfare check case I’ve been working. Well, let’s just say it seems the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Wyatt’s file showed the same first and last name on his report as mine, Marshall Kennedy. I did some quick thinking, pulled up the property appraisers’ website, and it seems he owns both properties. Chief Taylor asked the judge to include the other property as well on a hunch since we’re not sure which house is his permanent address. Even if the house for the case I’m working is only a rental property like the neighbors suggested, it doesn’t mean he’s not using one for a stash house. Which means we’ve got to act fast, and after a taste of Delilah, I’ll be heading out with Wyatt to both properties along with a few other officers, including Chief Taylor.
“I’m not sure. It depends on who’s asking?” After our talk in the breakroom formulating a plan with Wyatt, I veered toward the locker room to change. My everyday uniform of jeans and a uniform shirt weren’t going to cut it for searching a house. I switched into my tactical pants, boots, a black shirt with Peach Springs Police Department on the back and a sheriff’s star on the front left pocket. The next step was my duty belt, a spare pair of handcuffs, and my bulletproof vest.
“Woman.” I’m damning myself for putting on my vest now. The only way I’m able to feel even a hint of her is because she’s pressing her ass into my cock.
“Hmm.” She’s already lost in the way my hand is dragging up the hem of her dress, the tips of my fingers grazing her upper thighs. I do a quick check, making sure no one is around. I’ll be damned if someone else besides me sees my woman. How hot she looks when my fingers are inside her pussy. How wet she gets with each sweep of my thumb along her clit, knowing she likes when I pinch it when we have more time to play. And I’ll be damned if someone captures a damn moment of my time when she’s giving herself to me completely.
“Walk, Delilah, gotta get us out of the open,” I coax her, cradling her thighs with mine as I maneuver us out of the hallway into a room no one uses during the day. The cleaning closet. It’s a few feet in front of us, and I’ve been inside a handful of times to know it’ll work in a quick pinch.
“Fletcher.” My thumb slides along the apex of her thigh, where I’m sure another pair of lacey confections are covering her wet cunt.
“Almost there. One foot in front of the other.” With my hands all over her body, she’s going to need to open the door, and I can already tell that’s going to be a hard task for her. She’s got her head tipped back on my chest, eyes closed, and the only thing she’s capable of thinking about is my fingers working her cunt.
“Hmmm.” Another prolonged and low uttered sound leaves her throat right as we make it to the closet.
“Door, Delilah.” I’ve got my hands full. My hand on her waist moves upward to cup her tit as my other fingers slide beneath her panties, wetness coating them, and I’m having a hard time refraining from sliding two fingers inside her wet heat.
“Can’t,” she replies, her hands digging into the outsides of my thighs.
“You either open that door, or you lose me.” Neither one of us are ready to let go, but if we don’t get inside the closet soon, I’ll be getting her off where we could get caught.
“Fletch.” I watch as she attempts to grasp the handle. Her body is boneless against mine, and she’s having a hard time. And doesn’t that just piss me the fuck off.
“Goddamn, all this sweetness just for me.” I’m tempted to take my hands off her to help guide us through the door. Except that would require me losing her body, and there’s no damn way I’m allowing that.
“More, please.”
