Chapter Sixteen #2
“Scotty,” Nick said in his sternest dad voice, “while your mom and I appreciate your loyalty to us, we can’t condone any plan that has you leading with your fists.
That’s not the way to resolve disputes, as your mom has discovered.
She could’ve been indicted and charged with felony assault.
If she’d been convicted, that would’ve been the end of her career as a police officer, not to mention she could’ve gone to jail.
Sometimes all it takes is one good hit to kill someone.
She got lucky that the nasty sergeant wasn’t killed when he fell down the stairs.
When she hit him, she didn’t intend to kill him, but that could’ve happened, and if it had, she would have been indicted and charged. You see what I’m saying?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Resist the urge to punch,” Nick said. “Both of you.”
“Yes, Dad,” Sam said sarcastically. To Scotty, she added, “But your dad is right. It’s no way to behave, and I shouldn’t have done it for all the reasons Dad listed as well as the fact that it’s just wrong.
My job is to uphold the law, not break it.
I put myself and the department in a very bad spot with what I did, and I regret that. ”
“I get what you’re saying. Can we eat now?”
“We sure can.” Sam rolled her eyes at Nick, who grinned at her, no doubt loving the fact that she’d gotten herself into yet another maternal jam.
Over dinner, they listened to a litany of eighth grade complaints that focused primarily on the much-harder algebra and the introductory Spanish that was going to be yet another nightmare.
After they cleaned up the kitchen, they sent Scotty off to shower and finish his homework with promises that he could watch the Feds game if he got everything done.
“I love him soooo much,” Nick said when they were alone again.
“You love that he makes me squirm as I try to keep him from behaving badly the way his mother does.”
“That’s my favorite thing ever.”
“Ever?” she asked with a coy smile. “More than playing conjugal visit?”
He swallowed hard. “Can I let you know after?”
Sam laughed and wiped up the countertop around the sink. “Speaking of visits, what did Graham have to say today?”
Over a glass of wine, Nick filled her in on their conversation. “He thinks I’m crazy to not be giddy over the idea of being president, not that he’d ever say that.”
“He’s never lived in a house crawling with Secret Service, so he has no idea what it’s like.”
“True. I get that he wants the stars and the moon for me and would do anything within his power to make it happen, but I made it clear to him that I have to want it, and I’m not sure I do.”
“He must’ve been heartbroken to hear that.”
“He was. I felt bad.”
Sam reached for his hand. “Don’t feel bad. It’s got to be your decision and not forced on you. It’s a huge deal to take on if your heart truly isn’t in it.”
“It has to be our decision, and I couldn’t agree more about making sure my heart is in it. I told him I’m ready to step up if I have to, but I’m hoping it doesn’t come to that.”
“From your lips to God’s ears,” Sam said, shuddering at the thought of him suddenly becoming president.
“We don’t need to worry about that tonight,” Nick said. “Let’s go watch some baseball with our boy, and then have us some conjugal love.”
“You’re obsessed.”
He patted her ass on the way out of the kitchen. “Guilty as charged, my love. Now punish me.”
Leave it to Nick to make the conjugal visit fantasy the hottest thing since the advent of the loft.
Infusing the entire encounter with a sense of urgency, he had her believing their bedroom was a jail cell under surveillance, and they had to take full advantage of every minute they had before they were once again wrenched apart.
“How much longer do we have?” he asked as he throbbed deep inside her.
“Can’t be more than fifteen minutes.”
“We’d better make it count.”
“Why is this so damned hot?”
“Shhh, don’t let them hear you. They’ll kick me out before we get to finish, and then we’ll have to be frustrated for weeks until we can do this again. I can only jack off so much before I injure myself.”
She cracked up. “What do you think about when you jack off?”
“You,” he whispered against her lips. He took her hands and raised them over her head, linking their fingers. “I think about your soft skin and your tight, wet pussy and how incredible it feels to be inside you. It’s the best feeling in the whole world. Sometimes I think I’ll die from wanting you.”
“You’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the plan.”
“Don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop.”
“Tell me you’re faithful to me between visits. I couldn’t bear the thought of you doing this with anyone but me.”
“There’s only you. There could only ever be you.”
“You’ll wait for me, won’t you?”
“I’d wait forever for you.”
“Every night,” she whispered against his ear, “I think of you and how I wish I could touch you and love you. I have to touch myself because I burn for you.”
He groaned and got impossibly harder inside her. Releasing her hands, he reached under her to grasp her ass, his fingers digging into the dense flesh as he hammered into her. “Don’t make me go alone, babe. I need you so bad.”
“I’m here. I’m right here.” She fisted a handful of his hair and pulled him deeper into her with the other hand.
Her cell phone rang, and she ignored it, which was something she never did. But some things should never be interrupted. “We have to hurry,” she said, adding urgency to her tone. “They’re coming to take me.”
“No,” he said, picking up the pace, “not yet. It’s not enough. It’s never enough.”
“God, you’re so big and hot inside me. I feel like I’m being impaled by you.”
“Samantha… Come for me. I want to hear you scream.”
“I can’t,” she said on a moan. “They’ll hear me, and I’ll get in trouble. The guards… They’ll want what only you should have.”
“I’ll kill them if they touch you.” He reached down to where they were joined and caressed her clit, making her explode around his cock, silently, her fingers digging into the muscles of his back as she held on for dear life.
“Jesus,” he whispered on a long exhale as he let himself go, surging into her over and over again until his body went slack above her.
“Holy shit,” she said when she could speak again.
“No kidding.” Laughing, he said, “What the hell was that?”
“It’s a new game called conjugal visit. All the cool kids are playing it.”
He rested his forehead on hers, gazing down at her with heat in his gorgeous hazel eyes. “The thought of being separated from you for any reason, even a pretend reason, makes me insane. I’d never survive it. You have to promise you’ll behave so no one can ever take you away from me.”
“Define behave.”
“Seriously, Samantha. Promise me.”
“I promise. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll assault with my words rather than my fists.”
“That’s my girl,” he said, closing his eyes.
Sam ran her fingers through his hair, so caught up in the moment with him she forgot that she’d missed a call until her phone rang again. “Ugh, I have to get that.”
Nick withdrew from her and kissed her once before he let her go.
She retrieved the phone from the bedside table, groaning at the sight of the word Dispatch on the caller ID.
“Holland.”
“Lieutenant, we’ve had another drive-by shooting.”
“Where?”
“Near the playground on V Street.”
Sam’s stomach dropped when she heard playground.
“A father and his six-year-old daughter were leaving the park when the daughter was shot and killed.”
“Oh my God. Okay, I’m on my way.” She closed the phone and got out of bed, heading for the shower.
“What happened?”
“Our drive-by shooter has taken out a six-year-old girl.”
“Are you kidding me? How could anyone…”
“I know, babe. I’ve got to go.” She raced for the shower, and he joined her, his arms sliding around her from behind.
“This’ll be a tough one.”
“They all are.”
“This will be worse than most.”
“I know.” She already felt sick, and she hadn’t even seen the tiny victim yet. “We don’t have the first clue who is doing this or why. It’s so frustrating.”
“You’ll figure it out. You always do.”
“But how many people will have to die before we figure it out?”
Because he couldn’t possibly answer that question, he didn’t try. He only held her closer, infusing her with his love and support when she needed it most.
“I have to go.”
“I know,” he said, but he only held her tighter.
“You have to let me go.”
“I know.”
“Nick…”
He released her, and she turned to face him, reaching up to bring him down for a kiss.
“Tonight was so amazing.”
“Yes, it was, but it’s always amazing with you.” He framed her face in his big hands. “Take care of my wife out there. She means everything to me.”
“I will. Try to get some sleep.”
His wry smile told her sleep would prove elusive for him tonight. The insomnia was apt to be with them until after the hearings were concluded. The medication Harry had prescribed hadn’t helped, which had been disappointing.
“Don’t worry about me,” he said. “You have bigger things to be concerned with.”
“Nothing is more important than you and Scotty.”
“Right now, a little girl and her family need you. Go on ahead. I’ll be fine.” He patted her on the ass as he sent her from the shower to get ready to face a new nightmare.