How About No
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I’d never been much of a kisser. I didn’t like kissing—the goddamn mouth was a hot zone of bacteria and other things that really grossed me out—but Landry had always been the exception.
My tongue dueled with hers, and my gut clenched as I tried to tell myself not to come.
“Baby,” I panted against her lips, pulling back only slightly. “Take those sweats off and get on top of me.”
She did as I asked, moving with haste to do exactly what I’d asked of her.
Moments later, her hot pussy was settling down over the saddle of my hips, and my dick was in heaven.
A thought occurred to me, and I moved until I was on my side and she was directly in front of me, her back facing my front.
It put us in the perfect position for me to take her while also being covered up on the off chance that a nurse did decide to come check on us.
I hiked her leg up and curled my arm around her thigh.
“Put me inside of you,” I ordered, sawing my cock back and forth between her exposed pussy lips.
By the time she reached for me, I was thoroughly coated in her juices, and I was yet again on the verge of coming.
My breaths were coming fast, and the feel of Landry’s thigh in my hand had me thinking such naughty thoughts.
The skin right near her panty line was so goddamn soft that I wanted to rub my lips against it, make my beard give her a burn that said ‘Wade’s been here.’
But then she latched onto my cock and guided it to her entrance, and I lost the ability to think.
The only thing I was able to concentrate on was the way her tight pussy enclosed over my cock.
She reached for the blanket as I thrust inside of her hard, filling her up completely full without a second to think.
A squeak left her throat, and she threw her head back, narrowly missing slamming it into my chin.
I leaned forward and latched my teeth onto the cord of her neck and started to thrust into her roughly.
“Cover us up, baby,” I ordered.
She blindly searched for the blanket that she’d dropped and yanked it over us—just in time, too.
Because moments after she pulled it up and settled it over both of our hips, a nurse’s voice sounded from the hallway, causing both of us to freeze.
Seconds after that, my cock throbbing inside of her, the door pushed open as a woman started to speak.
“…Not sure if it’s in here, but hell, I’ll look. Oh, crap! I forgot it was in use…I’m so sorry! Do y’all, erm, need anything?” The nurse wasn’t wearing the same colors as the other nurses I’d seen, so I assumed she was a student.
“No,” Landry sounded tired, drugged. “We’re fine. He’s doing great. I hope you don’t mind, but I had to use the bed since there wasn’t a chair.”
“No, not at all,” the girl smiled. “I can bring you one.”
Landry waved it away. “We’re okay right now. When I’m ready to have some room to myself, I’ll come ask for one.”
The woman smiled. “Okay…you can go back to sleep now.”
“Thank you,” Landry cheerfully replied.
All the while she was holding an intelligent conversation, I wondered what in the hell it was going to take for the woman to go the hell away.
I was literally dying, and all the while she was talking, Landry was squeezing things inside of her.
And then the door was closed, and I couldn’t help it. I ruthlessly fucked her, barely waiting long enough for the door to close behind the woman.
And then I was coming, and Landry was, too.
I immediately hated myself when my leg’s throbbing finally overcame the euphoria.
“I love you, Landry,” I whispered into her ear, trying not to relay how much pain I was in. “And I’m glad that you came tonight.”
She laughed. “Was that literally, or you know” —clenching herself around me— “literally?”
I snorted and pulled out of her, loving the small cry that left her lips. “Both, baby. Both.”
It wasn’t until two hours later that our perfect little world was shattered.
Hoax was whispering furiously into the phone, and I had to start him over twice to understand what he was saying.
“Someone just burned Landry’s place to the ground.”
With those eight words, our worlds changed.
Chapter 13
I doubt whiskey is the answer, but it’s worth a shot.
-T-shirt
Wade
“You’re doing an excellent job, and you’ve not received any complaints from anyone per se…”
My brows lifted, and I waited for the chief to continue.
“However, I’m getting feedback from your officers that you’re intimidating and hard to work with,” the chief finished.
I blinked once then felt my lips twitch before I took pity on the chief and replied, “I can either pass a drug test or keep being me…it’s completely up to you which one of those you choose.”
The chief rolled his eyes.
“You’re making them sweat, and this should be a more comfortable environment to work in than you’re making it. All I’m asking is that you dial it back a bit and allow them to do their jobs without pissing them off,” he continued as if I hadn’t just said that it would take me doing drugs for me to be nice to them.
I frowned. “If you’re talking about Watson and Peterson, I really can’t help what I did. They were in the wrong.”
The chief sat back in his seat, causing the leather to creak and the plastic to strain as his big bulk stretched the limits of the weight capacity.
The chief was a big man and definitely wouldn’t be able to pass the department’s physical any longer.
Really, none of them would.
“Tell me what they did that was so wrong,” the chief ordered.
I crossed my arms over my chest as well, mimicking his stance.
“They tried to get out of their physical test by bribing the physical education teacher that we use through the high school. I caught them in the act while out at the course, teasing the shit out of the teacher. Bayou was there if you don’t believe me,” I explained.
Really, what Peterson and Watson had done was harass the shit out of her, and if Bayou hadn’t happened to be out in the parking lot waiting for me to go to lunch with him, he might not have heard what was going on and been able to intervene.
The woman looked goddamn scared, to be honest.
I didn’t like when women looked scared.
Hell, Bayou had been utterly pissed.
If I hadn’t come out when I had, Bayou would’ve likely slammed his fist into both of their throats.
The chief sighed. “I understand, but to be honest, half the men in this department can’t pass that test. It’s an impossible feat for an everyday officer. We’re not all Navy SEALS.” I nearly rolled my eyes at that.
He would say that.
Especially considering he was one of the ones that couldn’t pass it.
Lucky for him, people on desk duty no longer had to pass physicals. They implemented that requirement after he’d already passed his physical before he became the chief.
They only had to pass the psychological tests once every six months.
“Listen,” I said. “Until that changes, I have no choice but to follow the rules.”
The chief sighed. “Which brings us back around to what I really needed to talk to you about. You’re officially on desk duty until your leg is healed. I know you wanted to come back, but since you yourself couldn’t run the course, we’re no longer able to keep you on patrol.”
I felt my stomach bottom out. Being on desk duty was the worst form of torture. But, I’d also heard it from my sergeant the day before, so it wasn’t that much of a shock.
I’d be relegated to desk duty at the front desk, and I’d have to actually talk to the public who came into the department with their petty little complaints. I don’t actually hate doing it, but I so wanted to be back doing the job that I loved.
“I can pass the test,” I pointed out.
And I could.
Despite my leg being in pain, I could—and did—pass the test.
“I know that you ran it this morning to prove a point to the other officers,” the chief sighed. “But you haven’t been cleared by the doctor, and as per department policy, you have to have that to be cleared for active duty.”