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“Uh, Captain, it’s Moore.” Instantly I go on alert at his timid tone.
“What?” I bark, demanding him to get on with it.
“Tara uh, well, I’m not sure what to do, she just took down this guy, like full on tackled him like a football player, and now the guy is saying he’s going to sue.” He tells me. “Would you shut up Moore. I did what I had to do, and once we get to the station we can write the report out. I told you this a million times. No reason to keep calling Drew every fucking time you don’t think I know what I’m doing.” Tara snaps at him, causing me to grin.
“She’s right Moore, bring the guy in and book him.” I hang up and groan. Maybe it was a bad idea to stick Moore with Tara. One of these days she’s gonna end up tasering him.
Hell, I even had to hide the taser from her at home, because just last week LF did what he always does, this time causing Tara to actually fall. I was laughing until I caught sight of her getting her taser out of her purse and start chasing the damn cat around the house.
I know she wouldn’t have actually tasered him but didn’t want to take that chance in case she finally snapped. It also happened to be the same day that Officer Moore was driving her nuts, questioning every single thing she did or said.
I get back to work and try to take my mind off Tara. I need to get shit done around here, there is still shit to clean up from the old Captain. I swear every damn file is a mess, half completed. And he was dumb as fuck, using his work computer to access his emails.
Shaking my head, I get back to work, clearing my mind of all the shit I plan to do to Tara later.
*~*
Tara and I get home, and immediately she hits the kitchen to start making us supper, but since I’ve been struggling with this hard-on all day, that’s gonna have to wait.
Boxing her into the kitchen counter, I slip my hand inside her pants, instantly finding her wet. “Drew.”
“Yeah, baby, ride that, get there fast.” She listens and moves her hips in rhythm with my fingers fucking her. Snaking another hand around her, I pull at her shirt, making sure her tits are free and squeeze a nipple. That causes her cunt to pulse around my fingers. I smile into her neck as I feel her start to let go.
“Oh yes.” She gasps out as she coats my hand in her wetness.
Pulling out of her I lick my fingers clean and spin her around. “We ain’t done, I’ve been hard all fucking day, and you didn’t help at all. Bending over in front of me constantly, you knew what it was doing to me.”
She gives me a disbelieving look. “Drew, you seriously can’t think I always do that on purpose, what are you twelve?”
I lift her up, setting her on the counter and start undoing my pants. “Maybe it’s not on purpose, but you do it to me anyways. I can’t help it if my cock jumps at the sight of you.” I line myself up with her, and slam home.
Her head bangs into the cupboard but she doesn’t wince, instead she claws at my shoulders, begging me to go harder.
“Always so tight, hot, and soaked. Fucking perfect, made for me.” I tell her each time I thrust inside of her.
“I,” she starts to say.
“Not yet, you come when I tell you to.” I warn her, wanting her to wait for me.
Picking up the pace, I can tell she can’t hold on anymore, and my balls tighten. “Now, Tara.” We come together, sweat dripping between us, both of us fully sated. With me still inside her I lift her up so we don’t leak all over the place and carry her to the bathroom.
“I swear, it gets better every time.” Tara mumbles once I set her down and she goes to start cleaning herself.
She’s right about that. Every time I lose her heat when we’re finished, I feel like a piece of me is missing. Like I can’t be without her. I don’t know what next week will bring, with Keller coming home, but whatever the outcome is, Tara will be by my side.
I know she wants to break it to him gently even though she knows everything he’s done behind her back, but she’s too damn sweet for her own good.
I never did get around to packing up his shit in his room, too busy with work, and the rest of my time being with Tara.
Chapter 27
Tara
One week later
Drew has me pressed against the kitchen counter, his tongue invading my mouth. “What the fuck is this?” Keller shouts. I quickly shove Drew away and move away from the counter. I swear Drew has a thing for kitchen sex because every time I’m in here cooking, or about to cook, we get busy doing other things.
“Keller let me explain,” I beg him walking his way. Drew’s arm shoots out, pulling me back against him. This is not the way I wanted this to happen. And Drew is making it worse.
