Chapter 2
“I ’ll see you tomorrow, Nick!”
My eyes swung across the police station and landed on the empty desk across from mine. I jerked inadvertently. My brain still expected to see my redheaded best friend, and partner, sitting there waiting to bounce ideas off of or asking where we could go get lunch. Looking over at Nick finally, he smiled understandingly and nodded his head.
“See you tomorrow, man,” he replied.
I hated that. The fucking look of pity from everyone. We were a close department and everyone liked each other, but everyone knew Paul and I had been best friends for nearly my whole career. He’d gotten a job and moved here right when I’d started. I’d grown up in the community and had been thrilled to become an officer here myself. He’d met my friend Monica and fallen in love. They’d gotten married and he’d become a father to her oldest and they’d had their own daughter. I had never imagined a day where we would have to live without him. Yet, here we were.
It was a catch twenty-two. If he hadn’t been brave and went in after Becks without back-up, I wouldn’t have the love of my life, and my daughter, today. I just wished I hadn’t had to lose my best friend to get everything I’d wanted in life.
Shaking my head, I walked out of the precinct and down the street to the local cafe that Becks and Monica frequented. I glared up at the gray sky that was spitting snow down on me.
Rebecca loved this shit while I preferred sunshine. I didn’t care what the temperature was if the sun was out. Rebecca preferred cloudy weather with some kind of precipitation. The fact that it was cold, cloudly, and snowing was a travesty. Knowing Becks, she was at home giddy over the weather.
Stepping into the cozy cafe, the bell hanging above the door rang and I grinned at the woman behind the counter.
“Hey, Lucas,” she chirped, tossing her blonde pony-tail over her shoulder.
Caroline Foster was back in town. She’d graduated college with a degree in marketing and worked for some large company in the city for years. Suddenly she was back home without explanation. Her parents owned this restaurant and she’d immediately claimed she’d rather work for them than some corporation anyway. There was a story there, her eyes had changed. Some of the light had gone out in them. With this town, everyone was already speculating and the rumor mill was in overdrive.
“Caroline,” I greeted. “How’re the folks?”
“Good. How’re Becks and Nat?” she smiled up at me, her blue eyes sparkling.
“They’re good. Becks called me earlier and Nat has the bug that's been going around the schools. I was wondering if I could get a few quarts of your chicken noodle soup?”
Her sympathetic eyes met mine.
“Of course. Oh no. That sweet thing. I hope she gets better in time for the school Christmas parties.”
I smiled in acknowledgement and watched her get to work, ladling soup into containers as I checked my phone.
“It's on the house for our favorite police officer. I also added half a dozen chocolate cupcakes for when Nat feels better.” I looked up as she pushed the two brown bags across the counter.
“Caroline, you didn’t have to do that. I can pay.”
She waved her hand in my face, laughing.
“I know you could pay, Lucas. You know Mom and Dad like to give back to the community. You protect this community. Don’t worry about it. Just get home safely and take care of your girls.”
“Well, thank you. Have a good day.” I returned, nodding my head. Turning I glared out the window, cursing Mother Nature, before stepping into the snow that was coming down heavier than before.
Opening the door to the comfortable home I’d inherited from my Nan, I kicked off my boots. I made sure to shake the snow off of everything and hang my coat in the closet before completely entering the house. I knew Becks was adjusting to living with someone and my habits tended to annoy her at times. I was trying my best to adjust how I did things. It was quite the learning curve, living with someone for the first time in ages. I could smell cleaning products and glanced around. A blanket and book lay on the couch, forgotten. This woman couldn’t relax for longer than fifteen minutes. It had been worse recently.
“Becks!” I yelled, softly, not wanting to wake Nat up.
“Kitchen!” I heard my fiancée’s raspy voice reply.
Picking up the bags of soup and cupcakes I smiled and hurried through the warm living room to get to her. No matter how many days I came home to this woman, I couldn’t help the feeling of excitement I got before I set eyes on her. I couldn’t believe she was mine.
My fiancée was in the kitchen of my home, waiting on me after work.
“What in the hell are you doing, Rebecca?”
All jovial emotions faded out as I stared, mouth hanging open at my curvy fiancee, on her tiptoes, on the kitchen counter, stretching towards the top of the cabinets.
“Cleaning.” She smiled at me over her shoulder, continuing on with her business like nothing was the matter, and my heart wasn’t beating out of my chest. I knew women were strong and capable creatures, but she could fall and break her neck and she was here without anyone to catch her if she fell.
“You couldn’t wait until I got home to at least spot you? Didn’t you just clean those last week?” I grumbled, setting the bags of food on the bar and moving to stand behind her. I stared at the back of her legging-covered knees.
Damn. Even the back of her legs turned me on.
“I didn’t wanna bother you when you got home. I had the time,” she shrugged one shoulder, not even turning to look at me.
I quirked an eyebrow and began to lift my eyes up towards her head, but stopped at her ass, shamelessly checking her out.
“Could’ve fallen and broken your neck.” I said, distracted now.
“It's fine, grouch. I’m almost done. What do you think I did all those years without you?”
I scowled up at her cheeky face looking down at me. I hated when she brought that up. I knew she’d been alone, handled herself and a child for years. I knew she’d done everything independently, but she didn’t have to now. I was here. I was supposed to help shoulder her burdens.
“Alright, sassy,” I reached up with my big hands, tattoos covering the back of them, and gripped her waist from behind. Running my palms up under her shirt, meeting bare skin.
Becks scowled down at me as she bent her legs, lowering to move down.
“Now who’s going to make me fall?” she asked, breathlessly, but she couldn’t hide the heat in her eyes. I helped her down, spinning us to press her into the counter.
“I missed you,” I murmured against her lips before kissing her deep. I stroked the seam of her lips gently and she parted for me like she always did. Our tongues dancing together as her hands moved up my back, scorching through my uniform shirt.
“You just saw me eight hours ago,” she gasped, breathlessly. Her chocolate eyes gazed up at me in a daze, and I smirked.
“Nat still asleep?” I asked softly, bringing my hand up to brush her hair off her forehead, tucking it behind her ear.
She nodded, “Sleeping is the best thing for this bug, it seems.”
“Good.”
I swept down, kissing her harder and deeper as she groaned. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she raked her fingers over the back of my scalp and through my hair as I ground my hips against her. All I had to do was sense her being near me, catch a whiff of her shampoo or some shit, and I got hard. My hands wandered down her sides, under her shirt, then back up over her stomach and covered her breasts, kneading them through her bra. I loved how soft she felt, warm and cozy, even as she shivered from my hands being outside in the cold.
I felt her nipples pebbling beneath the fabric of her bra and focused on them, circling them with my thumbs while we kissed each other senselessly. She was always so responsive when I touched her here. There were a few times I was sure she was going to come just from the stimulation to her nipples. It turned me on to no end and I was determined someday she would.
“Lucas,” she moaned softly, pulling back, panting softly.
I simply kissed down her neck, sucking and biting as I went.
“I need you, woman,” I growled.
Suddenly, I had to have her. It was always like this with us.
“Yes,” she pleaded, pulling me closer to hold me tight against her.
I looked down into her eyes again.
“Turn around, baby.”
I guided her as I spoke, running my hand over her spine to bend her over the counter, gently.
“Stay.”
I smiled as she whined softly. She hated being told what to do outside the bedroom, but when my hands were on her, she liked to listen. Slipping my hands into her leggings, I drew them and her panties down to her ankles.
Drawing up to my six-foot-six height, I growled looking down at her bare and wet for me.
“Spread your legs for me, Becks,” I ordered softly, watching her. She wiggled her hips and adjusted her stance until it was wider. Opening herself to me, so beautiful and trusting.
I unbuckled my belt and undid my pants quickly. Drawing myself out through my boxers, I gripped the base of my hard length and rubbed the tip of my cock through her wetness teasingly, bracing myself over her, groaning.
“Jesus, baby. You’re so wet for me.” I said as she moaned and moved her hips back against me. She liked it when I talked dirty to her.
“Lucas, please,” she begged softly.
I looked down at her, laying bent over our kitchen counter, spread wide open and dripping wet.
“Use your words, sweetheart,” I teased, barely pressing inside her.
“Please, fuck me,” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder at me sassily.
I groaned.
Usually it took some coaxing and teasing to get her to break, but my girl must’ve been needy for me. Pushing in a few inches, I pulled out again as she moaned, her palms sliding against the counter. Pushing in further this time, I continued the process giving her time to adjust to my length. She always needed a minute. She was so damn tight.
“You with me, sweetheart?” I rasped, stroking up her spine with one of my hands, the other braced on the counter beside her, finally seating myself all the way inside her, my hips pressed against her ass, her pussy taking me in deep.
“Yes, please, fuck me, Lucas.”
That’s all I needed to hear. My hips started snapping back and forth, driving her into the counter as her hands grasped against the wooden countertop, trying to find purchase. The wet sounds of my cock entering and exiting her echoed through the kitchen, flesh meeting flesh. Her pussy spasmed around me as I moaned. Her breath hitched as I hit that perfect spot inside her.
I looked down at where I entered her, taking in how she accepted me into her body, her thighs already trembling.
“Are you gonna come for me, Becks?” I asked, voice sounding like I had swallowed rocks.
“Yes, please,” she moaned.
“Shhhhh,” I soothed, leaning down, moving my hand until it wrapped around her neck, drawing her back up against my chest, squeezing gently.
“Gotta be quiet, Becks” I whispered, my breath hot and wet against her ear. “Gonna come all over your cock?” My other hand drifted down, finding her clit and rubbing it in small gentle circles as she nodded frantically.
“Lucas,” she exhaled louder, as my hips pounded into her faster, deeper.
My hand moved up from her throat, covering her mouth.
“Come for me, Rebecca” I ordered, “Fuck. Come with me, baby.”
I felt her tremble against me, her pussy squeezing my cock tight inside her as she orgasmed. Her cries were muffled against my hand as she clutched at my arm with both of hers holding on for something to ground her.
Groaning, I slammed my hips against her one last time, driving deep, and emptying myself inside her, panting.
“I love you so fucking much, Rebecca.” I whispered, moving my hand off her mouth back to her throat.
“I love you too.” she whispered, sighing contentedly. She laid her head back against my shoulder and smiled up at me. Her cheeks were pink, face flushed with her orgasm, but I knew she still felt shy sometimes.
Withdrawing from her and turning her gently, I pulled her panties and leggings back up, smiling with satisfaction that I’d be dripping out of her the rest of the day.
“You caveman,” she teased.
“Only for you.” I replied, tucking my cock back into my boxers and pants and rebuckling everything. “Does something to me to know I’m all over you and you’re all over me.” I kissed her gently.
She smiled up at me, rolling her eyes, as she stepped away to open the bags.
“Cupcakes too?” she asked, shaking her head, thinking I’d spoiled Nat.
“Caroline sent them. Said she hoped she felt better soon. She let us have it all on the house.”
I watched Becks’ face as she gasped, staring at me.
“She didn’t have to do that!” she exclaimed.
“I know, I told her that. They do that for the servants of the community sometimes. Get used to it, Becks. We’re a community that takes care of one another.”
She shook her head, staring at the three quarts of soup and half a dozen chocolate cupcakes.
“I don’t know if I will ever get used to it,” she admitted softly.
I nodded knowingly. My fiancée struggled to accept help and did so sparingly. Sometimes I had to pry it out of her. I leaned over, kissing her forehead gently.
“I’m gonna go check on Peanut,” I said.
She nodded, already distracted and moving away to pour the soup into a pot to heat, and plating the cupcakes.
I smiled, turning and leaving the kitchen.