“Yes, sir.”
I tell Batman as I lower myself into position. “Good job, buddy. You’re one helluva K9.” Then I hook his leash onto his collar, wrap the end around my hand, the grab the loose skin behind his neck and lift him. “Release.”
Batman opens his mouth and Tyrone’s leg oozes blood. I lower Batman with his leash to the ground, then I drop it and he looks back up at me. “Stay.” I tell him and he sits, watching me.
I climb back up to Tyrone, and ask him, “Do you think you can climb down if I hold on to you, or do I need to carry you?”
He looks down and says, “I think I can make it.”
“Okay, I’m going to hold onto to you by your belt. You won’t fall. I won’t let you. Go slow and take your time.”
He nods so I grab his belt and lift his weight off the top rail. Enough that he can push his torso back over and begin to climb down.
Once we are on the ground, I remind him. “Face down. Arms out!”
He complies, dropping to his knees and laying spread eagle. I remove his belt and use it to secure his hands behind his back.
“Hang tight, Tyrone, while I call this in. We’ll get you to the hospital to treat the dog bite.”
“Okay, man. How bad is it? It hurts like hell.”
“You’re going to need stitches, but it’s not bad.” I reassure him. Then I give Batman the praise he deserves. Roughing his fur and patting him on the chest. “That’s my boy! That’s my man! He’s the big dog! He’s badass! Good boy! Good boy! You’re getting a big bowl of doggie peanut butter ice cream tonight, buddy.”
Next, I call dispatch, and give our location. Within minutes, a sheriff’s cruiser enters the alley and pulls up. Batman and I walk over as two deputies get out.
“Sergeant Scrooge, you good?” One of them asks, and I laugh at the nickname.
“Bah humbug, Motherfuckers.” I greet them. “He’s all yours. I haven’t arrested him. He’s your collar.” I give them a quick rundown on what went down. “He needs to go to the hospital and get the bite treated.”
They shake my hand, then one gathers the gun and knife, while the other puts him in handcuffs and reads him his rights. When they load him into their cruiser, Batman and I head back to Blake’s.
Chapter Eleven
Zane
There are two sheriff cruisers and another car in the parking lot of Blakes when Batman and I walk back across the common area of the apartment building across the street. Four uniforms and one suit are standing in-between them, talking.
Before we cross the street, the two cruisers pull out of the lot to return to duty. Batman and I walk over and the suit greets us. “I’m Detective Sanchez.”
“Zach Lochart.”
We shake hands and he says, “Lucky, you were here.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “Right place. Right time.” I glance over his shoulder. Laura is waiting just inside the door with Blake.
I give him my statement and he takes notes, then he shakes my hand again. "I won’t keep you any longer." He nods toward the restaurant. "It looks like you’re going to have a Merry Christmas. I recognize her from Been Jammin’."
“It’s been an exciting date so far.” I grin. “Merry Christmas to you and your family.”
He gets in his car, and I watch him pull out, then I turn to the restaurant. Laura has come outside and is leaning against her car, waiting for me.
She looks absolutely breathtaking with her feet arched high in a pair of platform stiletto’s. Her long legs crossed at the ankles. Her toned tummy exposed by her low rise, skinny jeans. Her arms folded under her breasts with her long curls resting on top. And her deep cleavage enticingly exposed. I am halfway to her when Blake comes out of the restaurant. He waves, then turns around and locks the door.
I wait for him, not wanting to reunite with Laura until we are alone.
"Zane! Dude!” He hurries over, and wraps me up in a quick bear hug, patting me hard on the back. When he releases me, he says, “I don’t know what to say.”
I shake my head, "You don’t need to say anything.”
"Thank you seems so trivial right now.”
I smirk, “I was just doing my job."
“Man!” He shakes his head. “It’s one thing to know the police have your back, but it’s altogether different when you experience it.”
“I’m glad I was here.”
“Christ Jesus, I am too.” He nods, then he leans over and pats Batman’s head. “Laura has your to go order, and just so you know, you two get free pizza and hambones for life!”
I chuckle at that. He sticks his hand out for me to shake, and says with such sincerity, his voice tremors. “I’m off to celebrate with my family. Merry Christmas, Zane."
I nod. "Yeah, man. You too." He waves to Laura, then goes over to his delivery van, gets in, and drives away.
I turn my attention back to Laura. I smile at her, and she returns it. She pushes off the car. Her eyes glued to mine. I can see both adoration and desire on her face. Soon she will be expressing both to my body, and my cock hardens.
But knowing she carries handcuffs can only mean one thing. She is into BDSM and that has to be addressed upfront.
I look down at Batman. “Load up.” He takes off for the truck and easily clears the side of the bed. It’s a treat to get to ride in back. He’ll stay right there until I make him get out.
As she approaches, her upturned face searches mine, and I stare intently into her eyes. After the way she seduced me so successfully in The Forum, she is definitely a skilled seductress, and obviously, used to the one being in control. But I can’t play that game. I am an alpha, through and through. She needs to understand that up front.
When she stops, I don’t reach for her. I want her to feel the depth of how I care about her. This is the real deal for me. Not some game or a BDSM scene. She must comprehend and except that and what I expect from her. Submission.
Towering over her, staring into those caramel-colored eyes, I ask her to be mine. To trust me. But I don’t say a single word.
Watching her as she reads my body language and wraps her head around what a relationship with me will mean, I feel more alive that I have ever felt before. She is a strong alpha female used to dominating inferior men, but I don’t fall into that category. I am a Navy SEAL and a Law Enforcement Officer. I will be the dominant in our relationship or there won’t be a relationship.
The air between us becomes alive, electric, as our chemistry battles for position.
“Hmm,” she says, as she slowly walks around me, looking me up and down like a lioness stalking her prey. “So that’s how this is going to go down?”
A half smile answers her, and I stand totally relaxed, just waiting for her to admit she’s mine.
“I don’t know.” She teases, but we both know she’s teasing. “I like playing with my men.” She takes the tip of her finger and her nail digs deep into my chest, then she drags it down forcefully, scratching me, to the top of my jeans. My cock thumps, wanting her to continue.
She grins wickedly as she leans over to talk to it. Her tits threaten to fall out of her t-shirt. The edges of her rosy nipples peek over the fabric. “I know all sorts of kinky methods to make your cum sack explode.”