Page 40 of Feel It All

Wyla: Count me in!

I hear a car door open and close. I check the time. It’s a little after six, I don’t have to be at work till seven, so I decide to quickly throw on my uniform then head over to Winry’s.

I knock on her door, “Police, open up.”

She opens the door and looks me up and down in my uniform, biting her lower lip. “Oh perfect, the stripper I ordered is here.”

“Hi, buttercup.” I cup her face and bring her in for a quick kiss.

“Hey, think you could call out tonight and stay here with me? I think we could use these cuffs for something else.” She pulls me to her by my belt and looks up at me with sultry eyes.

I groan and harden immediately at the thought of Winry naked and cuffed to the bed. “Oh, don’t do that to me. Now I’ll be thinking of all the possibilities all night.”

Her head falls back laughing, so I take advantage and kiss her neck. If I’m going to have to leave turned on, she will too. I continue to kiss her neck, then slip a hand under her shirt and rub her breast. I can feel her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of her bra.

“Graham,” she says breathlessly.

I pull back, “Tell me, buttercup, are you as wet as I think you are?”

“Wetter. Too bad you have to go to work. I think I will just have to take care of myself.” She gives me a wicked smile and my knees wobble.

“Damn it Winry, you win.”

“It’s too easy,” she laughs.

“I did actually come over here to talk to you about our plans this weekend.” I create a little distance so I can focus and not start kissing her all over.

“Oh, yeah? What are you thinking?”

“Rosewood is having their annual Summer Festival and Carnival. I thought we could go up for the weekend. And maybe visit my parents. My mom has been begging to meet you, but it’s your birthday, so if you don’t want to do that, we will do something else.” I run my hands through my hair and look down waiting for her answer.

“No that sounds like fun. I want to see where little Graham grew up and meet your parents.” She smiles.

“Okay good, there is a little bed and breakfast. I’ll get us a room, and I invited your sisters, Ivy, and Owen to come Saturday for the carnival. Again, if you want them to; if not I’ll…”

“Graham, it sounds perfect.” She interlocks her fingers behind my neck.

“Okay great.” I check my watch. “Shit, I’ve got to go, babe.”

She lets out a groan, then pouts. I can’t resist anymore; I kiss her and bite her pouty lip.

A male voice huffs out, “Taylor, aren’t you supposed to be headed to work and not groping my daughter?”

We turn to see Winry’s dad standing at the entryway with his arms crossed, looking entirely unamused.

“Oh, hi, Dad. I forgot you were stopping by.” Winry takes a step back, nervously tugging on the hem of her shirt.

“Yeah, I gathered that,” he says, still staring.

“Sorry, sir. I’d better get going. I’ll talk to you later, Win. Chief,” I nod in his direction, “have a good night.”

He does his best to remain stone-faced but breaks slightly and claps me on the back on my way out. “Be careful tonight, Taylor.”

“Yes, sir.” I turn back and give Winry a wink and head to the station.

I arrive without a minute to spare; Owen waits for me at his car outside with his arms crossed. “Cutting it a little close today, aren’t we, Taylor?”

“Sorry, I got held up.” I say, climbing into the patrol car.

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