Keys To My Cuffs (The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC Book 4) (24 page)

My mouth popped free from one taught nipple only to go to the other one with a single minded determination.

Making her come.

Her nipples were very sensitive, and there were times where she could come just by nipple stimulation alone.

This time being one of them.

Her body arched, and her nipple slipped wetly from my mouth as she came. Clamping down hard on my cock, as a gush of excitement made my dick slip inside of her all the easier.

It didn’t take long for me to follow her.

The wet sound of her pussy taking me, her tits bouncing, and the rough texture of her panties rubbing alongside my dick, had me exploding inside of her in no time. Shooting my come high inside of her heat.

The added wetness only intensified my orgasm, prolonging it as my synapses were bombarded with all the added stimulation.

“Fuck,” I said as I worked inside of her one final time.

She let go of her breasts, letting them slip from her grasp. The distended nipples were still wet from my mouth, and the sight made my cock jump inside of her, causing her to groan.

“I’m so late,” she moaned.

I helped her sit up and she waddled to the bathroom, more from the wetness between her legs rather than the baby filling her belly.

I grabbed her a new pair of panties, her discarded pants and shoes, and followed her into the bathroom to find her cleaning herself with a wet hand towel.

“Do you want me to do it?” I leered at her.

She rolled her eyes. “That’s what got us into this mess. Your uncontrollable cock. It has super cock powers that has the ability to zap the common sense out of my brain.”

I laughed, then sobered quickly. “Why are you going into work? You remember we have the trial tomorrow, right?”

She gave me a ‘duh’ look. “Of course I remember. It’s at ten, correct?”

I nodded.

“Well then, I’ll have enough time to get two of my clients done tonight, and then I’ll be ready to go by ten!”

“You better be,” I declared solemnly.

Channing.

I resettled in my seat, pressing my back against the uncomfortable bench, trying in vain to find a more suitable position.

These stupid wooden benches weren’t made for sitting for long periods of time. Especially by a pregnant woman.

Loki lifted his arm, allowing me to press my back against his chest.

Thankfully, he’d removed the gun that he kept under his arm and placed it on the bench underneath his opposite leg.

Sighing in appreciation, I moved my legs until they were straightened out underneath Silas’ extended ones, earning me a look.

Hey, I could’ve placed my legs in his lap. It was the least he could do.

He was the one who made me come in the first place.

He’d said I needed closure, but to be honest, I didn’t need anything like that.

I’d wiped my brother, Varian, and Mick from my thoughts over a month ago.

It was Loki and the rest of The Dixie Divas...I mean Dixie Wardens, that kept bringing it back up. I’d be happy if they just never spoke of it again, yet they were adamant that I ‘talk through’ it and not let it ‘fester.’

“Mr. Strong, can you tell me how you managed to hook up with Mr. Hennessey?” The judge asked.

Varian’s hand worked at his shoulder where he’d been shot by Andrea over a month ago and shuttered. “Mick, I mean Mr. Hennessey, was the one to contact us. Previously, it’d just been Andrew and me. He worked as a manager at a tech company. We’d hooked up after I learned of his computer skills a few weeks after he’d moved into the neighborhood. Mick contacted Andrew while I was in jail. He was the one to orchestrate the escape.”

Varian’s trial had been last week. He’d confessed to nearly all of his crimes. Then he’d implicated my brother in about ten more. That had been the worst part. If I hadn’t allowed my brother to move in with me, then maybe this whole mess wouldn’t have happened.

Luckily, it was all nearly over. Varian was only serving as a witness against Mick before they shipped the man off to Huntsville.

Only The Dixie Wardens would be escorting the man there, just to make sure he got there safely and all that batshit. In all honesty, I was sure they were doing it for entirely different reasons, but it was honestly none of my business.

“He’s lying!” Mick bellowed.

I blew out a breath. This was seriously a waste of time.

“Mr. Hennessey, if you do not find your seat promptly, you will be held in contempt of court,” the judge’s old voice snarled.

Hennessey sat, and listened like a good little boy for the next few hours as witness after witness testified.

This would be the last day we were needed. Loki had taken the stand earlier, followed by my recounting directly after his.

I fell asleep like that, waking up nearly an hour later to find the man at the front of the jury reading off a slip of paper.

Loki nudged my arm again, pushing me up until I was sitting up more or less on my own.

I wiped the corner of my mouth with my hand as I listened to the Hispanic young man read his verdict. “We the jury found the defendant, Mick Hennessey, guilty of...”

He listed off a list of crimes, the worst one being the murder of my brother.

After the court adjourned, I walked hand in hand with Loki outside.

“That was quite a look Mick gave you as we were leaving,” I observed.

“Yeah, he’s pissed at me. I got everything he wanted. You. My stepfather. A family. My job. The respect of my club. He’s got nothing. And prison isn’t going to be very nice to him. Prisoners don’t have a lot of love for cops...ex-cops or not,” he said as he held my arm firmly, helping me descend the steps.

“Serves him right,” I said.

“Here, here,” Silas said from my opposite side.

“Karma’s a bitch,” Loki agreed.

Keep calm and come sit on my dick.

-Loki to Channing

Channing

Two and a half months later

I walked with Brittany up the steps of the police station.

Hesitation nowhere in my steps.

I’d really come a long way in a year.

Just a short time ago, I’d have never been able to go near the steps. Now I was preparing to walk inside. I’d even made a batch of cookies for them.

All because of my soon to be husband.

“Do you want me to paint your toes?” Brittany asked.

I looked down at my toes. Or I would’ve if I could have seen them, that is.

“Do they need painting?” I questioned her.

Brittany snorted. “No, of course not.”

I shot her a sideways glare as we walked up the never ending steps.

Okay, maybe there were only eight, but I was carrying around a wide load now-a-days. Eight steps was a lot.

I’d really packed on the weight
in the last three months. I’d gained nearly forty five pounds.

Although Loki said he didn’t care, I knew the truth.

He thought my ass was fat.

“You gonna make it?” Brittany asked worriedly.

I looked at her, and continued up the last two steps.

“Yeah,” I huffed.

She held the door open for me, and we walked into the blessedly warm building. “Jesus, why’s it so hot in here?” Brittany whined.

“Because you’re going through menopause,” I suggested with a raised eyebrow.

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Take that back.”

I ignored her and kept walking.

“Are you sure I should be bringing these up here? I feel like I’m holding a porn magazine in full view of the entire police station,” I said nervously.

The cookies in my hands felt like they weighed a ton, but they were nothing compared to the manila envelope holding my photos from the maternity shoot Brittany had forced me to do.

“Yes, I’m sure. It’ll be okay. I called Cabe when I pulled up. He said Loki’s been in his office all day making calls about the case he’s on,” she whispered loudly.

Why she even bothered to whisper at all was beyond me. She’d done it so loudly that she had made every head in the entire room turn towards us.

How was that possible in the busiest part of the station?

Mainly, it was because they were all a bunch of busy bodies.

Their gossip was worse than women drunk on Wine Wednesday.

Not that I’d gotten to participate in Wine Wednesday.

Being pregnant really was a drag sometimes.

“Hey, baby,” a deep male’s voice said from behind us.

I didn’t wait while Brittany stopped to speak with her husband.

“Those for me?” Trance asked.

“No,” I answered and kept walking. “They’d be for you if you weren’t so mean.”

Trance’s eyes warmed.

He sure was a cutie. Sometimes I was jealous of Viddy.

I only got to see Loki in uniform once a month, and that was for the mandatory department meetings with the Chief of Police, the Mayor, and the detectives to discuss their cases.

He stripped out of the uniform the moment he left the Mayor’s office.

“Hey,” Trance said as he snatched the cookies from me. “It wasn’t my fault. Viddy made me sleep on the couch for that, too. But he had it coming. I swear.”

Trance’s grin was contagious. “Oh, yeah? How about you just show me what you got, and then I might forgive you.”

He stared at me for long moments before he unbuttoned his long sleeved shirt, rolled it up until his upper forearm was exposed, and showed it to me.

I blinked at what I saw.

Then I started laughing before I walked away.

“Oh, shit,” I giggled.

“Can I have some cookies now?” He yelled at my retreating back.

“Sure,” I agreed quickly. After seeing that tattoo, he deserved the cookies.

I’d been holding a grudge against Trance for nearly a week.

A week and a day ago, Trance and the boys had taken Loki out for his bachelor party, while the old ladies, and quite a few of the police and fire wives, came out for a baby shower and housewarming party, at our new house.

Loki and I had been gifted with so many presents that we’d had to move the party outside.

We’d moved completely into our new house only the weekend before the bachelor party, and this was the first time for all the ladies to see the house with all the furnishings in place.

Loki had found a nice little place in the middle of nowhere that was only a few short miles away from town.

While we’d been busy opening presents, Trance and the boys had gotten Loki drunk.

He’d showed up at home drunker than hell, and sporting a new, hideously ridiculous tattoo.

At least it was covered easily.

Trance’s tattoo would be seen by anyone once his sleeves were gone. The fucker deserved it, though. I still couldn’t believe he’d dared Loki to get a tattoo. Especially
that
one.

Loki’s door to his office was partially open, so I walked right in without knocking.

I was startled to find him with someone, though.

Detective Eurie Lauder was sitting on the side of his desk wearing her short business skirt that showed off her beautiful legs.

Loki wasn’t paying the least bit of attention, though.

He was on the phone staring out the window.

Eurie and I had a hate-hate relationship.

I hated her, and she hated me. We both knew that. We both acknowledged that. However, we kept things civil because Loki didn’t need the added problem of having to worry about his current lover and his ex-lover getting into catfights anytime we were in the same vicinity.

I knew as soon as I met her that she was in love with Loki.

He didn’t know, though, and I planned on keeping it that way.

“Eurie,” I said nodding my head at her.

She smiled tightly at me. “Channing. How’s the baby doing?”

I looked down at my stomach, pressing my hand against the little elbow that was poking out of my skin. “Bryce Junior is doing well. He’s very energetic today. Do you mind giving Loki and me some time alone, please?”

She grimaced. “Sure,” she said and stood.

She didn’t look back and I was grateful.

It was time for her to move on. My man was
very
taken.

I knew he had eyes only for me.

Which he proved over and over again.

He was mine, and I was most assuredly his.

“Hey, baby. How are you doing?” Loki asked as he hung up the phone on his desk.

I smiled. “I’m good. I, uh, brought you some pictures. Brittany made me.”

His eyebrow quirked as he walked around his desk, threw the door closed beside me, and pressed his big body against my own.

His mouth covered mine for short moments before he withdrew and took the envelope from my hand.

“What kind of pictures?” he asked curiously.

“The ones you asked for,” I replied cryptically.

I was slipping on my hose when two large hands stopped me, and then pushed me gently forward.

“Loki,” I said. “We have to be at Lola’s awards ceremony in an hour.”

Lola was the girl I’d saved from the wreckage, and an absolute doll.

“We have time,” he rumbled as his stubbled jaw ran along my cheek.

“No we don’t,” I tried.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he moaned against my mouth. “You know I love you, right?”

My hand came up and cupped his jaw.

Then moved lower as I dropped my hand down his stomach, to his briefs that were doing way too good a job at holding his cock in check.

“Yeah,” I whispered huskily. “Why?”

Once my hand made contact with his cock, his restraint took a flying leap.

“Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t. Stand up,” he commanded.

“I can’t believe you! We’re so freakin’ late!” I moaned.

“Lola’s last name is Vine. We’ll make it,” he assured me, as he pulled into a spot at the front of the auditorium.

Lola, the sixteen year old who’d I’d stayed with during the wreck, had become very special to me.

Her father was a doll, and the exact opposite of any senator I’d ever read about.

He was extremely down to earth, and grieved the death of his late wife.