Indulgence (332 page)

“Daisy, honey. I have to take that call.”

“But Captain Cock, I think a few minutes wouldn’t hurt. Just
put it in a little and then we’ll stop.” Her lilting voice sounded so logical.
“Or, I can babysit it while you talk in your cop voice. I love your cop voice.”

Yes. He knew all about that.

Of course, he would just put the head of his penis inside
her wet opening. And of course he wouldn’t be able to stop until he’d completely
satisfied both of them. They both knew that.

“Fuck it.”

“Oh, exactly, Captain Cock.”

Daisy’s props and costumes were folded and carefully stowed
in her pink bunny bag. But she hadn’t bothered to put any clothes on, except
for the Ranger Rick shirt with the ridiculous beaver character stitched onto
the breast pocket, so of course he couldn’t concentrate, looking at the
crescents of her enormous tits and tight little butt with the red handprint
where he’d spanked her. His phone rang again, and this time, distracted or not,
he was going to answer it. It wasn’t the call he was expecting, but he was
satisfied enough to let duty call.

“Riverton.”

Daisy chose the opportunity to kneel before him as he sat on
the edge of the bed. She found his withering cock and proceeded to give him his
third oral of the day. Her teeth scraped along the underside of him and then
she sucked in his balls, causing him to hiss into the phone.

“Clark? You okay?” It was Detective Mayfield. Riverton could
hear Mariachi music in the background. Mayfield had moved in with the
attractive Señora Guzman.

“I’m fine,” Riverton forced out between his teeth as Daisy
pulled and sucked forcefully on his ball sac.

Jeez. You’re gonna suck it right off of me, sweetheart.

Riverton snuck a peek at the dimples of her derriere while
her blonde head worked overtime in his lap. He nearly dropped the phone.

Mayfield continued, “Listen, we got notified about an
undercover operation going on. I’m kinda related to the party in question. It’s
Mrs. Guzman’s daughter, Mia. I can’t involve myself, due to—well, you know how
it is, Clark.”

“I understand.” He laced his fingers through Daisy’s blond
hair, squeezing the back of her neck as he ground deeper into her mouth. The
woman was a master. She could get come out of a 90-year old, he thought. “Is
there some kind of a problem?”

“Thought perhaps we could talk it over, say, tomorrow
sometime? Not over the phone.”

“I—I understand.” It took everything he had to even respond
coherently. Moaning into the phone was not an option, and, dammit, he’d nearly
forgotten even that small courtesy.

“Meet me at the Scupper around noon? I’m buying since I need
a favor.”

“Will do.”

Riverton pressed the end call button, then examined it again
to make sure. Once he hadn’t been careful enough and the squad room still
occasionally played the message he’d inadvertently left, thinking he had hung
up. He’d earned the nickname amongst the younger guys as “Sexy Grandpa,” though
Riverton never thought of himself as old enough. He didn’t mind them thinking
he had a healthy sex life.

Daisy looked up at him, her lips wet and her lipstick
smeared. One false eyelash had started to come off. On Daisy, it looked sexy as
hell.

“I fixed the plumbing problem, Captain Cock. Is there
anything else you’d like me to do?” She stood demurely in front of him, the
ridiculous shirt only covering half her breasts and not reaching her navel. Her
hands were folded over her sex.

“Get your hands off there,” he pointed.

Daisy complied, extending her lovely arms and hands to the
sides, then up to her chest. She leaned over, which made her double-D-cup
breasts come pillowing out from behind the shirtfront and between her fingers.
She presented them to his mouth.

Before he could lock onto her she pulled back and squealed,
“Wait!”

Riverton stroked himself, reassuring his member that good
times were shortly at hand as he watched her pull a tube out from her pink bag.
That would be the cherry stuff she liked to use. He didn’t have the heart to
tell her he hated that crap.

But watching her rub it over her nipples, making them
glisten and pucker, while he stroked and kept himself on the ready, he decided
the cherry gel wasn’t all that bad. As she bent over and gave him a taste, he
decided he actually could grow to like it. Maybe he could take her to one of
those shops and they could pick out something more to his liking. But this,
right now anyway, was working just fine.

His tongue rolled over her left nipple and then he sucked
her hard, making her scrunch up her brow and put her lips in that little
O-shaped pout she did when she was coming. He could explode at any moment, just
seeing her bending over and letting him have his way with her tits.

He removed the tube of gel from her hand and ran a line of
the pink liquid down his cock. “You’re a quick learner, Miss Daisy. Perhaps a
little treat?”

“I got something better than a treat,” she said as she
straddled him. Then with one sensual stroke, she sat on his cock. His face was
buried in her chest again, which was only the second best place it could be.

Thank God he didn’t have to do anything until noon tomorrow,
unless that damned FBI agent called him back.

Mayfield had ordered a salad and was stuffing his face when
Riverton showed up a whole five minutes late.

“What happened to you?” Mayfield asked.

At first a quick smile darted out, then Riverton reeled
himself in and got serious. “Not sleeping well these days.”

“You look like hell. We’re not young anymore, Clark. Gotta
take care of yourself.”

Riverton nodded. He noticed Mayfield had lost about twenty
pounds. “The Mrs. got you on a diet?” he asked, pointing to the salad.

This time it was Mayfield’s time to break out in a chuckle.

This also amused Riverton. “I get it. She’s hot for
gringos,” he teased, playing along with the fun.

Mayfield sighed and stared down at his salad. “No, she’s
just hot for me.” He wouldn’t make eye contact.

“Must be nice. I’m glad to see you finally happy.”

Mayfield’s head rose to attention. “I am. Truly. I am.”

“Well, sir, that makes two of us, although mine isn’t full
time.”

They laughed in unison. The waitress took Riverton’s order
for a green salad and a diet coke.

“You’re a cheap date,” Mayfield snorted.

“I’ve been told that a time or two. Money’s hard to come by
these days. I’m thinking your little lady may be on to something. Maybe if I
ate rabbit food I’d sleep better.” He presented a lopsided smile back to
Mayfield.

“Well, Clark. That depends.”

“On what?”

“On
who
you’re sleeping
with
.”

Riverton’s salad arrival broke up the laughter. He liked the
big San Diego detective, who was fair and honest. The man was one of the last
good guys on the force, and would be retiring soon, which was a damned shame.
Riverton was also hoping to take early retirement and go into real estate with
the savings he’d stashed over the years.

“So, you got a call,” Riverton primed.

“Yes. There’s an undercover operation going on involving Mia
Guzman. My lady’s daughter. You know her son, Mia’s brother, Armando, one of
the guys on SEAL Team 3?”

“Okay, so that’s the connection. Yes, I remember him.
Handsome sucker. They call him Armani, right?”

“That’s him.”

“So, what’s the problem?”

“He’s trying to interfere with the operation. He’s very
protective of his sister. We need him to butt out for a bit so the undercovers
can do their job.”

“You’re gonna tell him about the operation?”

“Nope. I can’t.” Mayfield drilled a look that went all the
way to the back of Riverton’s skull. “You are.”

“And under whose authority? I could get in a shitload of
trouble here.”

“You didn’t hear this from me. You overheard it from someone
else on the force. You know Armando. You know he is a good guy, and you don’t
want him involved in something that could jeopardize his career. Trust me,
you’ll be doing him a favor.”

“And what makes you think he’ll decide to stay away?”

“First, he’s supposed to. He’s not to get involved in
civilian things stateside. That’s hard for them to do when they come home. But
if he got caught up in this operation, especially if he blew the operation, the
Navy’d hear from my superiors, and people would demand action of some kind. You
know how jealous regular law enforcements are of these SEALs.”

“Yup. I’m well aware of that.” Riverton was thinking it
over. “You have an address or phone number?”

“I’d best not give you his number, but I have it if it’s an
emergency. Just file that one away. I think it would be best if you act like
you’ve run into him casually.” Mayfield pulled out a slip of white paper from
his vest pocket. “And here’s his address. They hang out at Gunny’s, and the
tattoo place—”

“I know those places,” Riverton interrupted. Daisy’s tattoo
parlor was where all the SEAL Team 3 men had theirs done. He thought about her
slender pink fingers working over their flesh and he was jealous. But not
jealous enough to keep from getting another hard-on just at the thought of her.
Just like he’d gotten a hard-on this morning when he dried off with the towel
she’d used before she left for work.

“Okay, then. I’m off to some meetings. We good?” Mayfield
asked.

“Not promising I can get with him today or tomorrow, but
I’ll work to get through to him soon. You got a deadline, has the operation
started?”

“Oh yes, been going on now for a few weeks, but the
insertion team is in place as of a couple of weeks ago. It’s important.”

“Gang task force?”

“That’s right. Mia has some connected friends she can’t stay
away from. That’s why Armando has been interfering.”

“Protective.”

“They all are. But if he knows we’re on the case, I think
he’ll back away.”

“Not if he thinks she’s in danger.”

“She’s not.”

“With a host of gang friends? You blowing smoke up my ass?”

“Idea is to get the bad guys together and have a tea party
for them in the Graybar hotel. Armando doesn’t have to duplicate what SDPD is
already doing.”

“Got it.”

“Thanks. I owe you one.”

“Nah, just doing the right thing,” Riverton answered.

But inside he wondered if the SEAL would think of it that
way. Or if he would be able to stop the man from doing something he felt was
right. It was going to be a challenge getting through to Armando.

He also had to be careful not to take calls in front of
Daisy, since she knew them all. As Cooper’s ex-girlfriend, Riverton knew she’d
always be loyal to the Brotherhood, no matter what it cost her in bed. That was
saying a lot for the little lady most people underestimated. Though she was a
little on the kinky side, which was just to Riverton’s liking, Daisy was a good
girl through and through, and intensely loyal. He didn’t want to say or do
anything to make her think less of him.

This would be more complicated than he’d originally thought.

Armando sat at the rear coffee table, in the dark. It was
where they always sat as a Team, when they had to plan something and didn’t
want to be disturbed or overheard. Even in the dark everyone wore sunglasses.
Just part of the uniform.

Well, this was sort of a private meeting, too. Gina said she
wanted to explain some things. Another story? The truth this time? Why didn’t
it bother him more?

Perhaps this is what I deserve.
God knows he’d told
his share of lies, especially to women. He never told them he loved them,
though. But he told them all kinds of shit to make them feel better about
themselves. Or at least, that’s how he justified it.

Truth was, he didn’t feel like much of a catch. He
recognized the signs of PTSD all right. Inappropriate behavior. Unwilling to
let go of things that normally wouldn’t bother him. Having the need to
intervene in other people’s lives. He’d been the Teflon SEAL, Mr. Armani, the
slick Latin Lover who didn’t like drama and left women satisfied, but never
called them again. Oh, no. Calling would have meant a relationship and a
commitment. Hell, he didn’t know where he’d be in a few months. He was damned
sure it was the wrong time for something more. Not until he healed. And he knew
there were a fair number of his Teammates who never healed, going from wife to
wife to girlfriend to wife, leaving a litter of kids all over the country, just
like Gunny. Now, since the news that Gunny had asked Sanouk to stay and help
him run the gym, Armando was feeling more alone than usual.

That wasn’t what he wanted. He would never knowingly father
a child out of wedlock, and hadn’t that he knew of. That wasn’t fair to a kid,
or a woman either.

He closed his eyes. Across his internal screen paraded the
faces of women, children and the elderly, their lifeless death masks haunting
him. He saw those faces of innocents killed by their own people every time he
pulled the trigger to send some bad guy to hell for all of eternity. Some days
he had as many as twenty kills. And he knew there were some days he just wished
he could kill all night long, too, not even stopping for food or sleep.

That’s what happened when your mind started to unwind, he
thought. He’d worked on himself to be able to pull the trigger to take a life, convinced
it was to save a life. He believed that with all his heart. The time to
question that decision was never on the battlefield. The time to question it
was in the training, or in the workup to deployment, or in the downtime after a
bad run. But when he was suited up with all his gear, he became the man, the
most feared sniper in his squad. The man who could do the impossible shots.
He’d once blown the head off a tribal thug who threatened to kill his own child
to avoid capture. The man got his wish. And the little boy ran to his mama
afterwards, unharmed.