Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“I should’ve taken a picture of that.” Kettle stated dryly.
“Yeah, and I could have gelded you in your sleep.” I replied sarcastically.
“How? You can’t even see to get there. You’d have to call me to come get you.” He teased.
I looked at him, narrowing my eyes, and he stood up straighter. “You can see!”
I rolled my eyes. “This is the man you chose to marry?”
“He’s good in bed.” Adeline replied, not even looking up as she ran her fingers along Saylor’s fuzzy head.
A knock at the door had us all turning.
“Can I come in?” Trance called from the doorway.
Kettle became a whirlwind of movement as he went to stand in front of his wife, throwing a sheet over not only the still eating Saylor, but Adeline as well.
“Hold on while Mr. Caveman makes sure his wife’s titties aren’t exposed.” I said dryly.
Trance chuckled and waited patiently as I helped Adeline situate the sheet so most of her was covered but she could still look down at Saylor.
“Okay,” Kettle snapped.
Trance entered the room sans Kosher and Radar, walking hesitantly with his eyes closed. “I really don’t want to see anybody’s boobs. Are you sure everything’s covered?”
Kettle rolled his eyes. “Yeah, man.”
When Trance opened his eyes, I mock glared at him. “Not even my boobs?”
Trance’s mouth opened and closed for a few precious seconds causing me to burst out laughing.
He scrunched his nose up before walking to Kettle and offering his hand. “Listen, I’ve got to go back to work, but I can pick Viddy up once my shift is over. Does that sound good?”
He finished the question looking at me with his eyebrows raised.
“Well, I guess so, but I wanted to go now. I’m going to give them some time to get to know their baby before I go hogging her and pulling the aunt card.” I explained. “Although, I can catch a cab.”
Trance was shaking his head before I even finished my sentence. “Well if that’s the case, come on and I’ll drop you off. You’re in my district anyhow.”
After kisses from Kettle and Adeline, and sweet Saylor nuzzles who, luckily, was no longer latched on to my sister’s boob, I walked with Trance down the hall.
Our hands were both down at our sides, and I practically itched to grab his hand with my own.
After the third circumstantial brush, I finally grew a pair and latched onto his hand with my own.
He clutched it back, smiling down at me as he pressed the button for the elevator.
It was eight o’clock at night, and it surprised me to see two teenagers in the elevator car, seeing as it was so late. Visiting hours been over nearly an hour ago for the rest of the hospital.
Even more, it annoyed me that when the doors opened, the two didn’t even bother to disengage their tongues from each other’s mouths.
Although, Trance made the ride absolutely memorable. When Trance pressed the button for the ground floor, he stayed facing the couple instead of turning around like most people on elevators do.
Which caught the attention of the young teens, who pulled apart like they’d been cattle prodded when they got a load of the police officer just plain staring them down unflinchingly.
They both moved until they were standing on opposite sides of the car, faces flaming, and didn’t say a word.
When the elevator stopped at their floor, they practically flew out of the small box and started running, making me smile like the cat that ate the canary.
“That was just so righteous!” I exclaimed.
He shrugged. “Sometimes it’s good to be a police officer. There’s nothing better than scaring people into acting right.”
I looked up at him, studying his profile as we walked down the hospital corridor.
God, he looked so sexy.
“What’s bad about being a police officer?” I asked.
“I’ve already told you of one such instance. It’d just be nice not to have to bust a drunk driving mother with her infant daughter thrown in the backseat. Or, how about when the cops get called to a domestic disturbance and the woman refuses to file charges against the man that nearly beat her to death with a bottle of shampoo. It’s hard to see any good in the world over all the evil.” Trance explained fiercely.
“You don’t ever see anything good, though? Most of its all bad?” I asked as he held the door open on his cruiser.
He slammed the door closed, and I buckled up, listening to the excited snuffles of the two dogs in the backseat.
Once Trance hefted his big body into the seat beside me, he put on his sunglasses, started the car, and put his hand on the back of my seat before backing up.
The corded muscle of his arm flexed with the move, and I couldn’t help but think about what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of those powerful arms. What would they look like planted beside me head with his big body pumping into me in deep, powerful strokes?
Trance’s deep, amused voice interrupted my devious thoughts, drawing my attention away from his forearm and to his face.
He was looking at me funny. His eyebrows were raised above the rims of his glasses as if in question.
“I’m sorry, what?” I asked as a slight blush started to rise in my cheeks.
“I asked what you were thinking about, but the blush pretty much answers the question for me.” He observed.
His smirk made one of his dimples pop out, making me squirm in my seat.
Wanting to put him off his guard, I told him exactly what I was thinking, down to the very position I was in when he was pounding his way inside of me.
I crossed my legs, squeezing them together to try to circumvent the burning need, but it only made it worse, making me uncross my legs all the while Trance gaped at me.
Although not another word was said, we both knew. We knew today was going to be the day. We’d been dancing around the elephant in the room for too long, and for me, personally, I felt very, very close to combusting.