บททั้งหมดของ The Moonshine Task Force Series: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

LeightonI'm doing my best not to let my emotions show as I watch his incredibly toned back walk out of the kitchen I now call ours, onto the deck. Once he's there, I watch as he gets the grill started, and it's only when I turn away from the window do I let myself feel. Tears silently stream down my face as I let the impact of the words he spoke wash over me. I never knew how much it truly mattered to me, his opinion, until he uttered the words it didn't matter what stock you came from.This afternoon, here in our kitchen, after almost a year of living together and six months of marriage has been an absolute game changer. One I never saw coming, but at the same time, one I'm absolutely grateful for. I try to take a breath, but let out a sob instead, not sure how to handle this onslaught of emotion. It's never much mattered to me what others thought, because I couldn't change the way they perceived my family. I knew at a very early age I was an extension of what others believed of

HavocI've been up half the night thinking about what could have happened on the couch last night, wishing like hell I had let it happen. It wouldn't have taken much for me to have her clothes off, legs open, and my still-hard cock buried deep inside her body. I wanted it so bad I could taste it, can still taste it this morning. However, I know if I had sampled it, I'd have a foul taste in my mouth on what would be the morning after. I wouldn't respect myself very much, and I've worked hard to be a guy I can at least respect. When the two of us finally seal the deal, I want it to be because we're crazy with passion and feelings, not because I've had a close call and she's reacting to the clues I'm giving her. I want it to be organic. Hell, maybe last night was organic, I don't know, but I don't want her to ever feel pressured.Unfortunately, the part of my personality that was a good guy last night and is trying to talk the bastard I feel like this morning down, is super pissed off

HavocI'm a glutton for punishment. I think I've said those words before, but they've never been truer as I sit here tucked into a booth with Leighton's body pressed so far up against me that I've had to turn sideways and wrap my arm around her shoulders. These booths were obviously not made for grown men and women. She's sharing my hamburger and fries with me, so I can't complain."How's Stella doing?" she asks Renegade, unknowingly opening up a can of worms the rest of us had effectively closed shut earlier in the day."Aww hell." Ace throws his burger down on his plate. A look of resigned disgust on his face. "Here we go again."Ryan beams as he looks at Leighton, already moving so that he can stuff his hand into his pocket, to grab his cell phone. "She got pictures made the other day, wanna see?""Say no, for the love of God, say no," I tell her, holding her closer to me. "You're gonna go down a rabbit hole of the cutest pictures of a toddler you've ever seen in your life

HavocI'm tired, and still a little soggy as Renegade and I head back into the station, almost three hours after we had our lunch. The amount of rain that's fallen on the county in the last few days has caused so many traffic accidents, we're all working overtime in our main capacity as officers of Laurel Springs instead of the Moonshine Task Force. I don't mind either way, but I don't like when we get too far away from the MTF side of things, it starts making me nervous for Leighton."How are the roads?" Ace asks from where he sits at his desk, laptop open in front of him. He came on shift a few hours after Renegade and I did, so he's got a few more hours to go."Not bad." I tiredly sink into the chair at my own desk. "Most of the water is starting to recede. It hasn't rained since this afternoon, but they're calling for more overnight. It's going to be up in the air, depending on how many people are out on the roads tonight." I pull the forecast up on my phone. "And temps are f

HavocI'm calling myself a ton of words, none of them good, as I all but agree to her plan. I'm not disagreeing, but maybe that's worse. If I were disagreeing, at least I would be putting up a fight and not just letting this happen. I've wanted her for too long, and I'm starting to lose the fight.Fact of the matter is though, I feel awful, and if the only way she's going to let me take a shower is with her, then I'll do what needs to be done. I'm sore, tired, achy, and perpetually horny. Any one of those things would be enough to put someone in a bad mood, but all of them at once? Shit, I'm gonna need the patience of a saint.Another cough rattles my chest, pulling against the not-yet-healed bruised tissue. It might be time to face the music and admit that I'm sick. Sick isn't a word I have in my vocabulary – I don't have time for that. But when it happens, it's awful and it takes the wind out of all my sails. I don't suffer from man flu like some of my friends do; when I'm sick