Page 68 of Cash

“You still going to respect me in the morning?” I ask with a small laugh.

“Probably.”

“Probably? Not nice, Cash. I’ll still respect you even though you’re easy as fuck,” I say while grinning against his shoulder.

Cash barks out a laugh before reaching down and smacking my bare ass. After a few minutes, he gets us out of bed long enough to pull the covers back. Sliding in between the sheets, he immediately pulls my back to him, so we’re touching from head to toe. Placing a warm hand low on my stomach, he rubs his thumb back and forth. His heat, my orgasms and the rhythm of his thumb puts me to sleep in minutes.

Sometime during the night, I hear Snots barking, a baby crying and scary-ass song lyrics being sung. These sounds float through my mind without truly waking my consciousness. My body’s satisfied in a way it’s never been, and I let that feeling keep me under. Sleeping like the dead isn’t something I’m used to, but maybe having Cash in my life will change that too.

*~*~*~*

“You had wild monkey sex with Cash,” James states the second our asses hit our patrol car seat.

“What? No! I told you we’re taking the time to get to know each other,” I answer while buckling in.

“You lying little hussy,” James insists while laughing openly at me.

“Am not.”

“Livi, we’ve been partners and best friends for several years now. I know you as well as you do. You’ve been properly fucked. It’s written all over your face.”

Without thought, I glance at myself in the mirror. I cringe when I hear James hoot with laughter because I know I just confirmed his suspicions and gave myself away.

“Shut it. Yes, fine, we had sex. It was spectacular. Jealous?”

“Very much so. That man is fine. Give up the details,” James orders.

“All I’m saying is that it was the best night I’ve ever spent with a man. Cash is the Viking God I always assumed he was,” I answer with a grin so large it hurts.

“That’s all the detail I’m getting? We always share the down and dirty, Livi. Why so secretive?” James asks with an inquisitive look.

I don’t immediately answer. I think about what he just said and realize it’s true, but I’m not feeling comfortable about sharing this time. When I answer, I do so softly.

“Maybe because this time it’s important to me. He’s important to me. It means something to me. Does that make sense?”

“Absolutely does, honey. It’s important enough not to gossip about. I get that. That alone makes it different, Cash different, from others you’ve dated. No details needed.”

“Love you, James.”

“Of course, you do. I’m perfect in every way,” James jokes.

“And oh so humble,” I snark.

“Did Cash say what everyone rushed out of the clubhouse over yesterday?” James asks.

“Crap! I forgot to ask!”

“You were too busy molesting that poor man to ask. For shame, Livi. What would your Granny Moore say about that?” James teases.

“She’d say, ‘Good for you, girl. Get as much as you can because you only live once.’”

“Dispatch to Squad 6908: Disturbance at 40 Winks Motel. Unruly guest refusing to leave the property. Possibly armed with a knife.”

“Squad 6908 responding. Any known injuries?”

“None were reported, 6908.”

I flip on the lights and siren then punch the accelerator. I hate these types of calls because there isn’t much information to go on. It leaves us walking in blind to a situation that could be a simple argument or something deadly.

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