Inside, I find Mandy behind the front desk. I do not like her—she’s hit on my dad on numerous occasions, right in front of my mom. Of course Dad would never do that to Mom. I’ve made it known enough times that I don’t like her or the attention she gives him, and if she tries to touch him, I’ll break her face.
“Mandy,” I say as a greeting as I walk right on by, not even bothering to get the okay. I know it’s snotty, but it’s better this way.
“Gwen, you’re looking… tired,” she says with a saccharine sweet smile when I glance at her.
I ignore her and head through the doors into the back. It’s not the bustling precinct like you see in movies. Well, that’s if they’re not working on a big case, which doesn’t happen a lot here.
My uncle Nate, he’s not really my uncle, but he and my dad used to be partners and are best friends. He spots me and smiles. “There’s my girl.” I step into his open arms and he gives me a huge hug. “How are you, sweetheart?”
“I’m great, I just had lunch with Marcie and was going to walk home and I decided to stop by.”
He wraps his arm around my shoulders and leads me to my dad’s office. “Grant, look who I found wandering around, she decided to come see her dad.”
Dad smiles when I step inside his office. “Hey honey, is everything okay?” He steps around his desk and comes toward me, wrapping me in a bear hug.
“Of course. I just had lunch with Marcie and decided to stop and say hi.”
“I’m glad you did.”
Nate pulls me into a hug. “I’ll let you visit, but good seeing you, sweetheart.” He kisses the top of my head before disappearing out of Dad’s office.
Dad grabs a file off of his desk. “Have a seat, I’ll be right back.”
I move around Dad’s desk to look more closely at the pictures on his desk. He’s got several pictures of us kids and Mom, of course, but the family picture of the six of us, including Marcie is one of my favorites. Mom and Dad took us to Colorado to go whitewater rafting.
It was exhilarating, amazing, and scary as fuck. We’re all in the raft, holding our paddles up over our heads. I look down at Dad’s desk and see a stack of photos. Normally I wouldn’t look at Dad’s stuff, but upon further inspection I see that it’s photos from the accident—photos that I’ve never looked at.
I should put them back and walk away, but I’m stubborn and that is not what I do. What I do, do is look at the first one and my hands begin to tremble. The embankment was steep. The front end was completely gone and in its place was a large boulder.
Somehow when we stopped, it was with the back end up against the embankment. Each picture makes my stomach turn because it was a wonder we survived it. There’s a picture of them pulling me out on a stretcher. I drop to my knees and promptly vomit in the garbage can.
“Jesus, Gwen, are you okay?” Dad takes the pictures out of my hand. “Is that the first time you’ve seen them?”
I nod. “Yeah. I guess I wasn’t sure what to expect if I ever saw them.” Dad hands me some tissue. “How did we survive, Dad?” I ask before I open his desk drawer, grabbing a peppermint and pop it into my mouth.
“I don’t know, baby. Maybe God, maybe a guardian angel, or maybe just pure luck was on your side.” He kisses my forehead. “I really think it’s time you talk to someone. I hear you at night when you’re at home, pacing the house.”
“It’s always the same thing. I hear metal crunching and I jerk awake. Afterward, I can never find sleep.” I won’t mention to him that sleeping with Maverick is the only time I can fall back asleep, or stay asleep.
“I have the number of a therapist who deals with trauma. The department uses her, and I think you should call her and meet. See what she has to say, see if you like her.” He grabs a business card out of his desk. “Call her and if you want Mom or me to go with you, we will.”
I wrap my arms tightly around him and give him a squeeze. “Thanks Dad. I love you so much.”
He has a meeting, so I take my leave. As I step out of the station, I hear my name being called and turn to find Maverick walking toward me in his uniform and fuck me, he looks hot in it.
“Hey you,” I say as I walk toward him. Once we’re close enough, he holds out his arms and I walk right into them.
Maverick hugs me. “What are you doing here?” he asks when I step back from him.
“I had lunch with Marcie and then came to see my dad. He wants me to go talk to someone about the accident. I saw the pictures and… threw up in the garbage can. Maybe I should because I don’t sleep well, unless I’m sleeping with you, but I can’t be depending on you to sleep. I’m sure you have a life you want to get back to.”
Maverick looks at me closely and then pulls me into another hug. He places his lips against my ear. “I like sleeping with you. As a matter of fact I want you in my bed tonight.”
I pull back and look up at him. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be in your way.”
“Baby, this was a crazy week and I just want to chill at home with you and Butch,” Maverick says.
My belly warms thinking about spending another full weekend with him. “That sounds good.”
“Great, go pack a bag and get your ass to my place. I’ll call you when I’m done, and we’ll decide what I’ll pick up for dinner.”
I nod. “Okay, that sounds good.”
Maverick surprises the shit out of me when he grabs my face, kissing me softly on the lips. “I’ll see you later.”
He turns to walk away and I watch his ass because it’s a fucking great ass. Then I head home to pack a bag and then head to Maverick’s.
Fifteen
Maverick
I grab onto Gwen’s hips as she bounces up and down on my cock. She’s a fucking vision, with her strawberry blonde hair hanging down wildly around her. Her hands rest on my chest.
I reach up, grabbing onto her tits, tweaking each nipple. Her moans are music to my ears and the desire to come hits me hard. Gwen’s so fucking wet right now, her arousal is drenching me. “Are you going to come for me?” I grunt.
She does this little swivel of her hips and she reaches between us, rubbing her clit. I begin to thrust up into her and again I grab her by the hips. “Baby, hold on to the headboard.”
Gwen leans over me to hold on and it puts her nipples directly above my mouth.
I wrap my lips around the hardened tip. She moans and grinds down on me. When she begins to come, she throws her head back. I flip us over and use my legs to spread hers wider, sinking deep inside of her. I use the headboard for leverage as I begin to fuck her without abandon.
When my balls draw up, I thrust once then twice, coming deep inside her pussy. For a second I see stars, like I’m gonna black out. I slow my strokes as we both start to come down. The only sound filling my room is our panting breaths.
I lean down, kissing her lips. When I pull back, I whisper against her lips, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No,” Gwen says while shaking her head. She pulls me down to her, kissing me. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the size of your cock.”