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I closed the door to my house and started looking for the woman that I knew was in there.
I’d left her in my bed this morning when I’d received the call from Luke, and she’d promised to stay until I got back.
I found her in the laundry room, leaning over the washer as she tried to get the clothes at the bottom.
Her feet were about half a foot off the floor, and her entire head, as well as most of her torso, were missing from view.
“You need help?” I asked.
She squeaked in surprise, and I grabbed one leg before she could fall all the way in.
“Shit,” she said, pushing herself back up to her feet.
She had an arm full of clothes, and her eyes were filled with fire.
“Sorry,” I said.
She bared her teeth at me and tossed the clothes in her hands into the dryer.
I reached over and easily picked up the last few socks and tossed them to her.
She took those as well and tossed them in, then turned on the dryer before picking up what looked like the bedroom sheets and tossing those into the washer
She didn’t say another word until she’d started that load, too.
“Why are these so freakin tall?” she asked.
I shrugged.
“I got shafted,” I said. “I originally ordered a front loader washer and dryer, which required me to get those stupid pedestals,” I pointed to the platforms with the drawers at the base of the washer and dryer that lifted both appliances off the ground about a foot. “But then something happened, and they delivered the pedestals and a top loading washer and dryer. They offered me a reimbursement on the difference in pricing, but refused to give me a refund on the pedestals. So now I’m using them both out of defiance rather than for practicality.”
“That’s...not fair,” she said, giving her opinion.
I shrugged. “Life’s not fair.”
She rolled her eyes, and I could’ve sworn she muttered something similar to ‘don’t I know it.’ But she’d been walking away at the time, and I couldn’t be sure.
“What’s that?” She asked, pointing to the paperwork for the ‘tactical medic’ position that Luke and I had spoken about.
So I told her what it was, and she frowned.
“What’s stopping you from doing this?” Mia asked softly.
She sounded so…accepting.
Shit.
“You…and my brother,” I said honestly.
She pursed her lips.
“Tell me about the job,” she said, leaning her hips against the counter.
The top of her shirt rode up, revealing her white belly, and I had to force myself to look back at her face instead of letting my thoughts drift into how the soft skin of her belly felt against my lips.
“A tactical medic is somewhat of a new prospect, not just for Kilgore, but for the entire country,” I said, taking a seat in front of her. “This all started when the active shooter situations started to become more…frequent,” I said. “Before, they just had their own SWAT guys trained in BLS, or basic life support,” I explained.
I leaned backward and grabbed the coffee pot off the burner and poured coffee in the same cup I’d used that morning.
“Now,” I said. “They’re trying to be more prepared. They want a medic there, on site, in case any of the SWAT team members need them. Not to mention that in active shooter situations there’ll be a lot more potential for injuries not just to the SWAT team, but to innocent civilians as well.”
“So you’d be…on the SWAT team?” She asked, her brow furrowing.
I nodded.
“I would…but I wouldn’t stop working at KFD. I’d just be an ‘on call’ SWAT team member. If I’m working, obviously I wouldn’t be on call unless there was no one else available. But after all that’s happened over the last two years with the SWAT team, and how many times they’ve come under fire, they’re looking into having an actual medic on the team would fill not only the medical role but could also be a participating member of the SWAT team should the situation warrant it.
“Will you be out there…in front of the shooters?” She asked worriedly.
I shook my head. “I don’t know. But I really doubt I will be. If I get killed or hurt, that completely defeats the purpose of having a tactical medic on the team,” I explained. “But I will also be able to defend myself and my team members, if needed. I’ll have the law enforcement training and all of that fun stuff. I just won’t be the one ramming the door.”
She was quiet for a long time while her eyes stared down at the tabletop, drawing invisible designs on the white surface as she thought.
Finally, she looked up, and she smiled at me.
“Well, I can help you out with one of those. For me, if you’re doing what you love…then I’m happy for you and don’t have a problem with it,” she said. “When I started seeing you, I knew you had a dangerous job. Now, that’s not to say that I like the idea of you going out into even more dangerous situations, but I also don’t want to stop you from doing what you love or prevent you from exploring something new. If you want to do this, I’ll support you a hundred and ten percent just like I think you’d do for me.”
I wrapped my arms around her, then slowly dropped my mouth to hers.
She moaned into my mouth and things got a little heated.
Clothes went flying, and before I knew it, I was sitting in a chair as she was mounting my condom-clad cock.
Her feet barely touched the ground as she lined my cock up with her entrance, but she didn’t let that hinder her.
She slid down the length of my cock, her eyes closing even before she’d taken me all the way.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, running my hand down the middle of her chest.
Her nipples pebbled as my hand slid past them, and she leaned her head back and bucked her hips when my hand continued on down to where we were joined.
She hissed in a breath and leaned back even further, bracing both of her hands on my knees as she did, effectively giving me an even better view of what was happening between our legs.
The sight of her moving on me, faster and faster, was mesmerizing.
The muscles of her thighs flexed with each upward movement, and I had to bite back a groan as I started to think about how this was feeling extraordinarily good.
“Slow down,” I ordered.
She ignored me, and I realized why moments later when she exploded around me.
Her heated gaze met mine, and her eyes were nearly wild as her orgasm tore through her.
She screamed so loudly that my ears would’ve hurt had I not been so focused on my cock and the climax boiling up from my balls.
I exploded right along with her, pouring what felt like years’ worth of frustration, loneliness and hope into her. Spurt after spurt jetted from my cock, filling the tip of the condom.
My eyes squeezed tightly shut as Mia’s contracting pussy milked my cock for all it was worth.
She fell forward onto my chest, burying her nose into the crook of my neck, and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.
“That just keeps getting better and better,” she whispered, placing soft, wet kisses on the cords of my neck.
I chuckled and lifted her up with two well-placed hands on either side of her ass, my fingers brushing her pussy lips as I did.
My cock fell out of her, landing against the inside of my thigh with a wet sound, and my stomach tightened as I felt the wetness of my release leaking from not just her entrance, but also my cock as well.
She moved backwards, feeling that same wetness, and stared in disbelief at the broken condom that was still wrapped around the base of my cock.
“Shit,” she said, scrambling off me.
My come leaked down the inside of her thigh, and my cock started to harden once again, despite having just come so hard that here couldn’t possibly be anything else for me to give.
The sight of it…of me…leaking out of her was so fucking erotic that I had to tamp down the urge to pull her back onto my lap.
“I’m not on the pill,” she said.
I nodded, trying not to think about what she’d look like swollen with my child.
“They have Plan B at the CVS,” I said, hoping that didn’t sound as unenthusiastic to her as it did to me.
I didn’t want her to take it.
Shit, but just the idea of a child with her was breathtaking.
“Yeah,” she said. “That’s a good idea.”
I knew she didn’t want another baby right then.
Not so soon after losing Colt just a few short months ago.
“Okay,” I said, standing up and removing what remained of the condom. “We can stop by there on the way home from Jack’s.”
She blinked at me.
“Why Jack’s?” She asked. “I thought we were going out to the pumpkin farm today?”
“We can still do that,” I said. “But I have to tell my brother that I plan on going out for the SWAT team. If he hears it from someone else, and he will, then I’ll never hear the fucking end of it.”
She nodded, and we both left to clean up.
We never did make it to the pharmacy.
Because something terrible happened.
And a pill was the very last thing on our minds.