Page 16 of Daddy’s Perfect Pair

“Oh God. Holy shit, I can’t. Fuck!” she continues to scream as her body spasms in a strong climax until there’s nothing left in her, and she goes limp in my arms.

“That was hot, Jewel.” I kiss her head as I roll her onto her back.

“So good,” she moans, closing her eyes, and Peter and I share a look.

I’d take him right now if I didn’t think he needed sleep, but he does because he works tomorrow.

“Let’s get some sleep. I think we’re all going to be exhausted tomorrow,” I tell him, pulling him up for a hug and quick kiss before he moves to the other side of Julie where there’s more space on the bed.

“I should get a cloth to clean up, but I’m too tired,” he mutters, and I nod in agreement.

“A shower is definitely in order tomorrow.” I lay down and cover us back up. “Goodnight, you two.”

“Night,” they both whisper back as we all fall asleep.

Chapter6

Peter

It’s been a week since Trey slept over, but we’ve managed to talk daily through constant texts in the group chat, as well as video calls at night.

Between my work schedule and him being out of town on a business trip, I know Jules is getting antsy. I think she’s afraid he will cheat on us or lose interest after that night, but I don’t have the same fears.

I felt the passion and need inside of him when we were moving together. He needs this just as much as we do, even if it is unconventional.

“Where is your head at today, man?” my partner Tom asks, and I shrug.

“Just thinking about Jules. She’s been a bit off the past few days, and I hate that she’s home alone so much, you know?” I tell him truthfully. We’re in dangerous situations all the time and I trust him.

If I couldn’t trust him with shit that’s happening in my life, I could wind up dead without a second thought.

We’ve been friends since the Academy. We know the relationship and trust we have could mean the difference between life and death. We need to know where our partner’s head is at to make sure they’re in the right frame of mind for any situation.

“I can see that,” he says, taking a bite of his sandwich. “Don’t you guys have shit family, too? She’s probably just reeling from the holidays,” he adds, and I nod in agreement.

“That is definitely part of it. I’m honestly not even sure why we bother with visiting them anymore when they clearly think we’re too young to be living the life we are.”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “I’ve seen a lot of couples in my family fail and they waited until their late twenties or later to get married. They didn’t even have a fraction of the true gooey shit you two do. You’re more solid than any couple I’ve seen aside from my parents.” He’s said as much in the past.

I know when I went into the Academy at nineteen, most of the guys, Tom included, thought it was insane that I had already been married for a year, and with the love of my life for a few years before that.

I had gotten a lot of jokes about needing to be wild and not settle for the one and only pussy I’ve ever had, but I shut that shit down fast.

No one talks about Jules that way, and demeaning a woman to being only useful for one thing is disgusting. The second I shut them down, things started to change.

They realized I wasn’t your typical teenager, and I became a respected member of the team because I proved loyalty in all areas of my life.

Loyalty is one of the things that make a good cop, and I refuse to be anythingbutloyal to anyone who earns it.

“Thanks, m—”

“Emergency. Shots fired at 88 Adams Drive. All units respond. I repeat, ALL UNITS RESPOND!”

Tom and I jump up, tossing the remainder of our sandwiches in the trash as we run out to the car.

“That’s two minutes from here,” Tom points out the second we start pulling out of the parking lot of the café we were in.

“Dispatch, this is Officer McKinnon, Badge ID #5865. We’re on route, ETA two minutes. Over,” I call into the radio.

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