Page 11 of Bred By The Deputy
“You gave me a name, you gave me a statement. Just because I was trying to make you come while you did changes nothing. Watt is aware of you being here. I will make a few calls. Not just to law enforcement. To anyone who can get me what I need to take care of this.”
Before I can ask questions, make an objection, or get a word out, he moves. I cry out as his mouth closes around my left nipple, sucking, teeth scraping, tongue swirling. The right nipple gets the same treatment, my legs trembling as he dives lower. I cry out as my orgasm washes over me seconds after he wiggles his tongue over my clit, detonating that spark.
“Oh, God,” I cry out as he sucks at my thighs, marking them possessively. I noticed in the mirror after our shower this morning that my body is littered with marks. From his hands, his teeth, his beard scraping at my skin. Each mark feels like a stamp of ownership, and I love it.
“That’s my girl. Now, go get dressed. Quinn and Keller dropped your bags off earlier. Quinn tried to see you. I refused. You needed rest.”
With that, he scoops me up, tossing me over his broad shoulder. I smile as I let him carry me down the hall to the big bathroom. I love his bathroom and cannot wait to soak in the huge claw tub. Depositing me on my feet inside the stone wall shower, he plants a kiss on my lips then a smack on my ass before he turns away.
A moment alone will give me time to let it sink in. Men I knew before, my father, my friends, and the few I dated, were all different kinds of intense. Dole is intense in his way. Unlike any other man I have known before. His intensity has the power to both soothe and seduce me.
We were talking about babies on our first night together.
Skating my hand over my belly, I consider it. I close my eyes to see it. Life with Dole here in Driftwood. Babies in this cabin with the best man I have ever met. A man who promised to protect me, who took on my troubles, and my terrible decisions without hesitation.
It could be beautiful. Itwouldbe so beautiful. Better than any penthouse, than yacht sailing on an ocean, or some great cause in a place I could never call home. There was never going to be a home for me anywhere I traveled to. Because Dole was not there, so how could any of those places ever feel like my home?
“I think two to start,” his voice rumbles behind me as his firm chest presses to my back. “A boy first so he can look after his little sister. Thinking of you round with a baby…with my baby, Della, darlin’, it is the first time I have ever thought of being a father.”
“You mean it when you say you want me to give you babies, don’t you?”
“I do. I want you soft with my babies. I want you here, where I know I can keep you safe. I will be a good father, Della. A good husband. No one will ever hurt you or our babies. I would never let it happen. No on my watch, darlin’. Not on my watch.”
Turning in his arms, I stare up into his warm, brown eyes. The color of golden caramel. I see forever in his eyes. Just what he talks about. Babies, a home, somewhere safe, and…love. Love like I have never known before. I start to open my mouth, but his words stop me.
“No one will ever love the way we will. It might be right now, it might be tomorrow. Youwilllove me, Della. I will love you. That first kiss, I told you it was all I needed. It was as if finally found this part of me that was living outside of me. It was you. I found you.”
“Yes,” I whisper, mesmerized by the truth shimmering in his eyes. “Yes, I think two babies to start. But a girl first, they know how to take care of their boys.”
“Cahill men know how to take care of their girls. I am taking you on a date, darlin’. Going to show you how to fall in love with me.”
Chapter Seven
Dole
Taking my future wife and the mother of my children on a date feels important.
Just a few nights ago I wondered if I would ever settle down. If I would ever find the right woman for me. Then I found her. Breaking the law, no less. If someone else had been on duty or I had dismissed her demand for mashed potatoes, who knows how this could have ended.
Grinning as I set things up for our date, I don’t give it a second thought. Della Crest is my fate. My future. Pulling her over was no fluke, we would have found one another here in Driftwood. Her best friends live here, are married to or engaged to friends of mine. It was all going to come full circle for us, I have no doubt about that.
Starting the fire in the deeply dug firepit, I throw some logs on it just as my phone rings. It’s about time, too. Getting away from Della long enough to set this up for us was difficult. Mostly because if I am not on duty, I need to stay on duty taking care of her. Keeping her safe from that scum who could come looking for her.
Let him come look—we will be ready for him if he does.
“Thanks for getting back to me, Preston,” I say as a hello.
“I’ll hang up you call me that again,” he threatens with a chuckle.
“Sorry. I appreciate you calling,Panic,” I will owe a lot to Panic if the leader of the Driftwood Disciples comes through for me.
“Might not when I call this favor back in, brother. Got some news about thatproblem. Hawk knows a guy who knows the name. Acosta is low-level slime working his way up. His crew is at war with Monetti’s crew up in Silver Shores, but it’s bleeding down into Sunset Springs and True Ridge. Which big boy Briggs does not appreciate.”
Cursing, I nod my head at the mention of both Hawk Palermo and Bolton Briggs. Both former military, I knowof them but have never met either man. All I know about them is shades of gray. They’re notbad guysbut they’re on their side of the law. Briggs was a lethal special forces commander and no one in True Ridge or anywhere near it messes with him or his Foxtrot Freight team.
Hawk is on the darker side of the law, running with another MC, but he spent some time here in Driftwood. Preston is his cousin, or so they claim, walking a similar path. In a club with other misfits who never fit anywhere else, so they created their own place.
Panic’s MC brothers are rough, dangerous men. They don’t hurt people unless they’re forced to, they don’t take anything that isn’t theirs, and they protect their people. They also scare the shit out of most of Driftwood which is why calling him was a risk I had to think about before reaching out.
