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Similar requests had been made nearly all over the state, but lucky for Downy, it was their little town that the man had chosen to come through.
Downy had been working on the one nearest to the Longview-Kilgore border.
They’d been there for going on eight hours when Luke had finally spotted the black sedan that fit the suspect’s description.
What really tipped them off, though, was the fact that the sedan had turned around on the highway when the checkpoint was announced on a sign about half a mile from Luke.
Luke called it in, and Downy was the one to follow him.
The man had run into a hotel off the interstate, and there ensued an hour long standoff where the man threatened to kill his kid, a two year old that’d been scared to death, with a straight razor he’d found in one of the drawers next to the bed.
As the SWAT team had prepared to enter with force, Downy had done his thing, talking to the man as he, too, prepared to go inside.
The amazing thing was, was that the man listened to Downy. After more than forty-five minutes of smooth talking, Downy successfully talked the man outside, where Nico promptly took the man down.
The child, they’d later learned, was hidden from the father.
The mother hadn’t told the father about him, and when the father had found out, he’d gone a little nuts.
Sadly, the one to lose the most was the child, and he didn’t even know it.
“I hate seeing my face on the fuckin’ TV. Fuckin’ chief,” Downy said from directly behind me.
His voice shivered down my spine, settling like a warm blanket over my core.
Jesus, but the man had the power to undo me.
I turned to my man and smiled, wrapping my hands around his neck.
“You know,” I said as I threaded my fingers together, while looking into his beautiful green eyes. “I distinctly remember hearing Mercy say that you were to stay at your hotel room. It’s bad luck to see your bride the day of the wedding.”
He grinned unrepentantly. “I missed my baby.”
I snorted. “You’re a sucker.”
He shrugged and buried his face into my neck, tickling my sensitive skin with the wiry hair of his beard.
We’d held off on getting married while I was pregnant. Then we’d held off on getting married because we were insanely busy with our new child, my new job, Downy’s new job in the police department as ‘Official Police Spokesman,’ and just everyday life.
Now Lock was eight months old, and we were getting married in less than four hours.
“I’m your sucker,” he agreed, letting his bare hand slip up the inside of the shirt I was wearing only to disappear into my panties.
His mouth traveled down to my breasts, sucking my nipples through the fabric.
“You know what you need?” Downy asked teasingly.
I shook my head, gasping as his mouth found a particular happy place inside of me. “No, what?”
“My dick,” he said, carrying me into the bedroom.
“Lock,” I tried.
“Asleep in his playpen,” he said sternly. “Now shut up about our kid. Can’t fuck you if his name comes out of your mouth.”
“How do you know he’s asleep?” I gasped.
His dick ground into my core, and I clenched my legs around his waist, throwing my head back in anticipation.
“Because I passed his playpen on the way. He was out. Promise. The dogs were also sleeping on either side of him. He was fine!” He growled.
I giggled.
Our baby boy was, what you would call, difficult.
He slept like shit. He was a crier. He wanted to be held fifty-nine out of sixty minutes of the hour, and we loved him with all of our hearts. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t a pain in the ass, though. He was also perfect, and fell to sleep near instantly when he wasn’t supposed to be sleeping.
Which worked for us in this instance.
“Okay,” I agreed quickly.
It was rare we were able to find the time to do this, and we’d mastered the art of ‘using our time wisely.’
Sadly, it wasn’t just the baby’s fault. It was also Downy’s job as the official police spokesperson, the SWAT team, and my odd hours.
His mouth descended to my chest where he rubbed his bristly jaw over my covered breasts.
Sadly, we’d found that when we did the deed, my boobs liked to think it was feeding time. So in everyone’s best interest, they were now banned from the party unless I had no problem washing the sheets and our clothes afterwards.
He missed them, though, and never seemed to quite be able to leave them alone.
Which was why he was currently lavishing them with kisses.
I could feel it coming, though.
Pressing on his head, I pushed him away from the messy girls and pulled him up.
My mouth slanted over his as I did a partial ab curl, coming a few inches off the bed to meet his lips.
One arm curled around me as he rolled, landing with me on top.
I was surprised to find he’d already stripped his pants off.
When he did that, I didn’t know. He was like the ghost whisperer…but in the form of pants.
The pant whisperer, was more like it.
“Jesus,” I groaned as he pressed my hips down to grind on the length of his erection.
He grinned, the flash of his white teeth through his beard had me smiling right along with him.
Leaning up, his hands left my hips and traveled underneath of me. One went to my panties to move them to the side, while the other moved to his cock to settle it against my entrance.
“Fuck,” we both drawled, as I dropped down slowly onto his cock.
He filled me to the brim, just as he always did. I ground my hips around and around, feeling the delicious fullness all the way to my belly.
“Put your feet flat beside my chest,” he ordered.
I complied, moving until I was literally impaled on his cock, the only thing balancing me was where his hands rested at my hips and my hands that were against his thighs, causing my chest to arch.
