I growled when my release hit me.
Hot come poured from my cock and splashed against her insides, coating the two of us equally as I worked myself inside of her, until the last dregs of my orgasm abated.
Then, right on cue, I heard the sounds of Clayton as he started screaming at the top of his lungs to be let out.
“Shit,” I growled, reaching forward and to the side to yank the dish towel off the peg where Nikki insisted we hang it.
“Not my good towels!” She cried.
But it was too late.
I’d already pulled out and placed the towel over her entrance to catch my release before she could protest.
“Dammit, Michael,” she growled, holding the towel between her legs and glaring.
I raised my hands. “So now that you know what I need,” I said, buckling my pants. “How about you…fuck.”
My pager went off, and I looked at it over on the table, then back to Nikki.
“Dammit!” She cried when I walked to it.
Wincing, I looked at the readout and sighed.
“I’m sure the rest of the ladies will be able to come help you. Just remember not to run the water in the main bathroom,” I ordered as I started walking to our bedroom.
Nikki followed me, moments later, with Clayton on her hip and a hardness to her eyes.
“What are we supposed to do when we need to wash our hands?” She asked.
I raised a brow at her.
“Wash them in the kitchen. Put a bottle of the eighteen million bottles of antibacterial shit you have lying around every surface of the house. I don’t fuckin’ know,” I said, shoving my foot into my boot.
She sighed.
“You better be here by eight or I’ll kick your ass,” she growled in mock anger.
I knew she wasn’t mad.
She knew what she was getting into when she married me.
She knew that the SWAT team was a huge part of my life.
And she accepted it…and me.
“I love you, baby,” I said, kissing her softly on the cheek.
She smiled. “I love you, too.”
With a final kiss on Clay’s head, I rushed out of the house, only to come to a stop when my father and mother pulled up with Carolina.
“Hey,” I called, veering around their car to my truck.
They all waved, and Carolina’s baby blue eyes followed me.
“Daddy, where are you going? I wanted to show you my new cat!” Carolina held up a stuffed cat with a huge, fluffy tail.
It was in a box that distinctly marked it as a Build-A-Bear.
I narrowed my eyes at my parents. “Nikki’s going to kill you.”
They grinned unrepentantly.
Rolling my eyes, I blew a kiss to my little girl and said, “Daddy has to go to work.”
She pouted, but blew me a kiss nonetheless.
Just like her momma, she knew when daddy had to leave to ‘go save lives.’
“Take care of my girls, pop,” I ordered my father.
He winked and helped my mother out of the car.
“Will do, son, see you tonight.”
I made it to the station twenty minutes later, and was just in time to see Luke and Bennett walking from their trucks.
I caught up to them at the door to the station.
“What do we have?” I asked them.
“A multi-city wide fuck up, that’s what.”
Wonderful.
***
Nikki
“Momma, I got a cat!” Caro called the minute she made it through the front door.
I smiled and handed Clay off to Elizabeth and caught Carolina just as she barreled into my legs.
I smiled and picked her up, looking at her new cat.
“Oh, yay,” I said, looking up into her crystal clear blue eyes. Every time I saw them up close my heart clutched.
We’d had Caro’s cataracts removed from her eyes when she was exactly one month of age, and it’d been the most terrifying experience of my life.
She’d gone through the surgery remarkably well, but the sheer horror of having to watch my baby be wheeled away from me was torture.
Now, though, she was healthy and happy.
And those eyes that looked exactly like Michael’s sure had a way of making my heart melt.