I find a spot in the curve that makes him moan as his dick jumps in my hand, and I smile to myself. I latch onto the spot, sucking and nibbling just to the edge of pain before soothing it with a licking kiss.
All the while, I stroke him, every stroke up his shaft timed with a sucking draw on his neck. I’m mindlessly riding his thigh, letting the soft hairs tickle my lips and grinding my clit along his tight muscles. “That’s it, my man. So hot and sexy,” I purr in his ear. “So strong, you could break me, but you didn’t. You woke me. I’m yours now, your sweet angel and your dirty girl. You like that, don’t you?” I kiss back down, finding that sweet spot on his neck and suck again.
I can feel his balls pulling up tight, on the edge of letting go. “Fuck, yes,” he groans. “I want you by my side, Angel.”
I let go of his neck and lick his ear as I pump him quickly under the water. “You’re mine, and I’m yours,” I whisper.
It’s enough to trigger him, and he bucks beneath me, raising his hips out of the water. His cock pulses in my hand as he comes, white cum coating my hand. The sight does me in, and I grind along his thigh, finding my own release as he holds me, keeping me steady as I shudder on him.
“Mmm, that was wonderful,” I whisper, cuddling against him. “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” Shane whispers back, holding me close. “For everything.”
Eventually, we get clean, and still naked, we walk into the bedroom. Shane throws the covers back, tossing pillows to the floor as he sees my carefully constructed arrangement.
He laughs as I scramble to pick up a few of them. “Why do you have so many fucking pillows? There’s like a dozen of them here!”
I laugh, picking up one to swat him on the butt. “Because they’re pretty and soft and I like to curl up in them.”
Shane tosses me in the bed, climbing over me and caging me in. “You’re pretty and soft. And you can curl up with me now.”
He lies on his back, one arm stretched wide in invitation. “C’mere, Angel,” he says, and I quickly snuggle into his side, throwing one leg over his before he pulls the blankets back over us.
It feels comfortable, right, just like always. “You’ll be here when I wake up, right? This isn’t all some dream?”
Shane kisses my forehead, tenderly stroking my arm with his hand. “I’ll always be here when you wake up. Sleep now, though. You’ve been through a lot.”
I can feel sleep already overtaking me, but I manage to kiss his chin before yawning. “I love you.”
Just as I drift off, I hear him reply softly, “I love you too.”
Chapter 28
Shane
For three days, after waking up and deciding that no, I don’t need to formally exfiltrate myself from my assignment yet, we’ve camped out in Maggie’s apartment. This time, not because we need to. There’s no one chasing us, no monsters looming.
Instead, it’s simply because we can. We’ve enjoyed every moment of being together, and we’ve had a wonderful vacation ‘playing house,’ but we have to be responsible too. I’ve put off the FBI as long as I can, but when Chucky sends me a text to ‘get to the office today or else’, I know I have to go.
But I’m taking Maggie with me. It’s not protocol, but fuck if I care. I’m not letting her out of my sight. Not until we’re one hundred percent sure that she’s safe and we’re settled in.
“Are you sure?” Maggie asks as we approach the Federal building. It’s small. East Robinsville isn’t exactly Los Angeles or New York for a field office, but that’s okay. “I mean—”
“I don’t give a damn what Uncle Sam has to say,” I reply, holding her hand as we approach security. I watch her go through first before laughing as her jaw drops when I put my gun and badge in the bin to walk through the metal detectors. “Guess you haven’t seen these yet.”
“No,” she admits, her eyes going even larger when I flash the badge in its black leather billfold at her. As I replace them, badge in my back pocket, gun in my holster, I realize she’s watching me, biting her lip. I cup her chin, bringing her eyes up to look me in the face. “It’s okay, Angel. Don’t be scared. I’ll never hurt you.”
She shakes her head, looking left and right to make sure no one can hear her before whispering in my ear. “It doesn’t make me nervous. You look hot and tasty as fresh French fries, all confident badass. Especially in that T-shirt.”
I smirk, kissing her hard but keeping it fast. I don’t want any of the fuckers around here seeing my woman turned on. That’s fucking private, just for me and her. I groan, wishing I could shove her into a broom closet or empty office, but there’s never anything private in this place.
I take her hand again and start to lead her to the elevators. “Come on, we’d better get this over with so we can get back home.”
The ride up to the fourth floor is quiet but slightly tense. Maggie’s probably never even been in a normal police station, except maybe to pay a parking ticket, and now she’s going to an FBI office. I give her hand a squeeze as the door opens, and we head into the bullpen area. I’m surprised to see Chucky jump up immediately when he sees me.
“What the hell? When’d they let you out of the basement?” I ask, giving him a big hug, bro-patting him on the back. “Damn, Chucky, you lost weight! What the hell happened?”
He steps back, flexing and patting on his considerably flatter stomach. “Yep, Pokémon Go sucked nuts, but getting outside to catch the little fuckers did me some good. Got me away from my desk and even to the gym. Having to watch my diet now that I’m mostly playing Fortnight and my usual Call of Duty team.”
I grin, shaking my head. He’s a geek, but he’s a good face to see. “Battle Royale?”
Chucky grins. “Fuck, yeah, anytime.”
I glance at Maggie, who’s wearing a half amused, half scared shitless look on her face. “Might be a bit, but soon, man.”
Chucky sees Maggie, and he walks toward her, hand outstretched. “You must be Maggie. Nice to meet you. I’m Chucky. I sorta run the computers, you know.”
Maggie smiles, shaking his hand. “I remember, and thank you. Nice to put a face to the voice on the phone.”
Our reunion is cut short by the appearance of my boss, SSA Solomon. A tall woman in her early sixties with a no-nonsense brown helmet of hair that nobody in the office has the balls to fuck with, she’s run the East Robinsville office for five years now. “Shane. How good of you to join us. You two come on in my office.”
I look to Chucky for some read on the situation, but he shrugs. Keeping Maggie’s hand, we go into the office.
I try to start on the right foot, with introductions. “Maggie, this is my boss, Maria Solomon. Maria, this is my . . . Maggie.”
I didn’t know what to call Maggie. Girlfriend doesn’t seem remotely strong enough, and I can’t just go around proclaiming her ‘mine’ like a caveman to other people. When it’s the two of us, fuck, yeah. But in public, probably not exactly politically correct. Although, Maggie’s still got a bit of pink tint to the delicate skin of her neck where my lips sucked a day or two ago, and she looks proud of it.
I knew this meeting was coming and at least tried to keep my marks to the skin that’d be covered by her clothes. I smirk a bit, knowing that she’s got my claims on her tits, her belly, her thighs, her ass, and she was begging for me to ‘fuck her’ just this morning.
It’s those filthy words that do me in every time my sweet girl uses them, my dirty Angel who makes me hard as a rock in an instant.
But right now, she’s sitting prim and proper. A lady by every appearance, except to me since I know what lays under those clothes and in her dirty mind. While I’ve been daydreaming, they’ve shaken hands, and we sit down, Maria behind her desk and Maggie and me in chairs in front of her.