Page 14 of Bred By The Deputy
“Dole,” I cry out as he reaches between us to rub my clit, intent on giving me pleasure before he goes. “I…oh..yes, I love…baby, I love you.”
Stilling deep inside me, he stares down at me. His eyes flutter, his jaw tensing as he starts to come. I feel him jerking inside me, his gaze locked on mine. I cup the back of his head, pulling him close as the magnitude of this moment hits me as I come with him.
“I love you. I love you too, Della. Fuck,I love you, darlin’.”
Pulling back, he cups my face, his seed still filling me as his eyes shimmer. Oh, fuck. He’s sogoddamnbeautiful. His light eyes shimmer with adoration and I know I am so lucky to be here. To be with him, to have found him when I needed him most.
“I love youso much,” he rasps as he pumps his hips a few times, his grin making my heart swell until I think it might burst. “I love you, Della.”
“Oh, God, love it when I can feel you come,” I whimper, nodding my head as I gasp with aftershocks of my orgasm. “I love you, Deputy Cahill. Love you so much. I am going to spend forever showing you how much, baby,” I moan as he pulls out of me, a hand fisting his shaft so he can jerk cum all over me.
“Mine. This is all fuckingmine. You, this pussy, this body, this heart, and all your pretty soul, it’sall mine, darlin’. Say you’re mine. Say you’re going to give me babies and be my wife. Say it so I can keep breathing.”
“Yes, baby,” I husk, voice tight with emotion as our gazes hold. “I love you. I want to be yours forever. I hope you put one in me by now,” I tease with a laugh, pressing both our hands to my soft belly.
“Mmm, me too. I will keep giving you baby batter until we got a little one cooking in there, darlin’,” he teases, bending to kiss my stomach.
Pushing him playfully from the bed, I help him fix his uniform before I pull on my robe. I walk him to the door, pleading with him to be safe while on duty, and to rush home to me. We kiss at the door as he promises to always come back no matter what, and swears he isalwaysin a hurry to come back to his girl.
“I love you,” he whispers before he kisses me once more, turning to rush to his squad car.
Standing at the door, I watch him go, my heart rattling in my chest. I am still getting used to him being on duty. Leaving me to go be a hero to others, the way I teased earlier. He was my hero, after all, I kind of hate sharing him with all of Driftwood.
Smiling, I close the door and go to the kitchen to start some coffee. First, more work on my flower garden before I go to town for lunch with Quinn and the other girls. Brielle just got back from her honeymoon, so we want to catch up and spend some girl time together. I laugh as the coffee starts to drip, thinking how different our lives have all become.
From girls dancing in clubs, and protesting in the streets, to women becoming wives and mothers. We never saw it coming.
“Oh,” I cry out as the scent of the coffee hits me.
I get the very best caramel blend coffee from Quinn, one she created just for me. Their coffee and tea shop has become a hit here in Driftwood. Lennon loves creating teas from locally sourced materials and who doesn’t love getting a cup of joe or a spot of tea from the new rich girls in town?
This smell, one I adore, makes me want to throw up. Frowning, I grab a cup, almost retching as I take another sniff. Suddenly the room twirls and I can’t catch my breath. I rush to the sink, unable to stop myself as bile burns my throat. I gasp over the sink, eyes watering, heart racing. As soon as it began, it stops.
“What the hell…” I trail off as I press a shaking hand to my stomach.
Standing there in the kitchen, I am filled with a sudden wave of joy. A sense of fullness in my heart. Am I pregnant? Did we do it so soon? Not that we haven’t been trying for months since that fateful night he pulled me over. Dole has been on a mission, as he teased earlier, to fill me with as much of hisbaby batteras possible.
“Holy hell. I am pregnant,” I mutter out loud as tears fill my eyes, my stomach roiling.
Doing the math in my head, I realize I’ve not had a cycle since I’ve been here. Rushing to the bedroom, I pull on clothes, smiling at the sight of my things hanging alongside his uniforms and flannels. It looks strange. Flashy designer threads next to his casual stuff. If you ask me, we fit together despite our differences.
Twenty minutes later, I am sitting outside the police station. My hands tremble as they hold the test I took. Never thought I’d be peeing on a stick in the tiny bathroom of the Driftwood Peaks Market. Trying to catch my breath, I rub a hand over my belly, love burning through my touch straight to my womb.
Beside me sits a basket of bread.Buns.I thought it would be a cute way to tell Dole the news. I rush inside, calling hello to the always frosty Mackenzie as I pass her desk. I am working on killing her with kindness. If roles were reversed and she snagged my man, I would be cold to her too, but I want to make things easier for them both at the station.
“Will Dole be back soon?” I wonder after I set the buns at his desk.
Mackenzie glances up at me and I wait for her wrath. To my surprise, she smiles, looking at me almost as if seeing me for the first time. Or maybe seeing me with new eyes. Nodding, she answers sweetly. “Yes. Mrs. Murphy called him out again, you know he is her favorite. You can wait for him if you want, Della. You look so…you’reglowing. I am so happy he found you. He deserves someone who gives him everything.”
“He does. He deserves everything good. Don’t we all?” I whisper to her, gently, reaching to cover her hand with mine. “We have someone out there for us, all of us. You too. It wasn’t him because it will be someone else. I never believed that sort of thing before I met Dole. Now I do.”
“After seeing you two, I think I do too.” She sighs with a smile.
“Good. I need something sweet…can I grab you something?”
“Yes! Have you had the cinnamon buns at Watt’s little sister’s bakery? They are to die for! If you grab one for me, I will tell you all about the real reason Mrs. Murphy favors your Deputy.”
Laughing, I agree, pushing outside into the cool air, feeling good about just about everything. Life is going my way, and I am so grateful. Once I see who is waiting beside my Porsche, I am hit with a new wave of nausea. And I am reminded why I never should have pulled over for Dole that night I was trying to speed away from my former life.
