AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Loki’s grin showed just how unrepentant he really was.
Our kids were at a very impressionable age.
Justice was three, and our baby girl, Glory, was just shy of eighteen months old.
“I’ll see what I can do about that,” he drawled as we walked up to the neighborhood block party.
The block party was something the community liked to do around Halloween each year. The downtown roads would be blocked off, and there would be live entertainment as well as arts and crafts for the children.
The fire department would get their ladder truck out and give bucket rides for the kids, while the police department would hand out badges. Trance was due to put on a demonstration with Kosher, his K-9 partner, within the next ten minutes.
“We have to hurry or we’re going to miss Trance’s demonstration,” I insisted urgently.
Loki rolled his eyes. “Haven’t you seen enough of Trance’s demonstrations? I mean, it’s not like this is the first time you’ve ever seen what Kosher can do.”
“Yeah, but he’ll be in uniform. I’ll get to see his butt in those uniform pants,” I quipped.
“Yeah,” Viddy agreed. “His butt does look pretty damn good in them.
Loki growled low under his breath.
“What was that, honey?” I teased him.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Cabe’svoice boomed over the loud speaker. “Gather around. The Benton Police Department’s K-9 unit has a special show for you tonight.”
“Hey,” I said when Loki started to break away from us. “Where’re you going?”
“I’m part of the demonstration,” he grunted out before turning around and leaving.
“Temper, temper,” Viddy joked as we watched him hustle away.
“He’s been busy at work, and I’ve been busy with work and the kids. He feels neglected and doesn’t like when I talk about other men’s asses,” I explained with a grin.
Viddy’s smile was brilliant. “But what a fine ass it is to check out!” Viddy agreed.
I rolled my eyes. “So, I hear Trance finally got a cover up on his tattoo this past weekend.”
Viddy giggled. “Yeah, he did. I told him it was time.”
Three years ago, Trance and Loki had gotten drunk at Loki’s bachelor party, and came home with tattoos.
Loki’s had said, ‘Orgasm Donor’ on his abdomen, near the waistline of his jeans. Trance’s had been worse. His had said, ‘Fuckthe police’ on his left forearm. Normally, it wouldn’t have been a big deal, but with them both being upstanding police officers, it wasn’t a good idea to be sporting that kind of ink, whether you could see it or not.
“What’d he cover it with?” I asked as I pushed the double stroller carrying both of my children to the bleachers they’d set up.
Justice and Glory were both sleeping, which was to be expected for half past noon. This was their naptime, and normally they were at home and asleep at this time.
“It’s an anchor with some detail work. There wasn’t much you could do to cover up such bold black lines. He’s happy with the end product, though. The Chief told him he had to cover it, or he couldn’t wear his short sleeved uniform shirt ever again. Regardless of whether he had the sleeve covering it or not,” she sighed as she pushed her own stroller up against the bleachers and took a seat.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
A year ago, Loki had gotten into a scuffle while he was questioning a suspect, and his shirt had ridden up, exposing his belly for all to see. The ten or fifteen iPhones readily available got plenty of good pictures of the orgasm donor, and he’d gotten a good talking to by the chief.
The next day, he’d started the deep black curling lines of the Samoan tattoo that he’d wanted for years.
It’d taken over five visits to finish, but the end product was exceptional. And sexy as hell.
“Wow,” Viddy said with wide eyes. “I didn’t realize he was going to have a human target for this demonstration.”
