Take Me Home

Elle

Mmmm, I moan as his heavy weight settles on me.

After a few seconds, his breath seems to slow before he kisses just below my ear. That time it worked. I know it, he whispers into my ear. My husband Ronan and I have been going at it like rabbits once we both decided that we should try to have another baby.

I grin, trying to keep the giggle bubbling up under control. You’ve said that for the past three months, babe. It’s not that I don’t believe in you and your boys, but I don’t want to get my hopes up in case we don’t get pregnant for a while.

He leans up on his elbows, taking the strain off my ribs and chest with his heavy weight. He’s bulked up more in the past year than I’ve ever seen. He says that even though he’s a detective with his police squad, it’s better that he’s in the same shape as the patrol officers around him.

When he looks down at me his long hair falls into his face and I lift my hand to push it behind his ear. He heard me telling my best friend, Ada, months ago how hot I thought Chris Hemsworth was, with his longer hair and beard. Since then, Ronan has been keeping a close cut beard and hasn’t cut his medium blonde hair. It reaches the tops of his shoulders and makes him look so sexy.

Elle, I know we don’t want to get our hopes up, but with how often we’re going at it and how I knocked you up with O by just winking at you, I think we should be expecting another mini-me in the next nine months.

This brings the laugh out of me. That seems to be how we actually came to have our five year old son, Orion. We were married and the week after we came home from our honeymoon, morning sickness had taken over with a fury.

Ro’s bright blue eyes sparkle with laughter as I giggle at him. He glides his softening cock in and out a few more times before fully pulling out and rolling off me. As I attempt to get up and head to the bathroom for a shower, I get pulled back down onto our comfy mattress and folded into a pair of strong, muscular arms.

Let’s just hang out at home today. We can both call in sick and O can stay home from daycare. We can have a family fun day and maybe take Biff to the dog park. What do you say? Ro mumbles into my ear as my back rests on his chest. I groan at his words because they sound so wonderful, but I know we can’t afford to take days off.

"I would love to Ro, but we need to save those sick days for the times that I’m actually sick. Don’t you remember how sick I got when I was pregnant with Orion?" I tell him, thinking back almost six years ago to when I almost had to go on short term disability because I couldn’t even think of food without getting sick. I lost way too much weight when I got pregnant with him. I really hope it doesn’t happen with the next baby.

Ro growls and squeezes my body to his one more time before releasing me. I’m free to move but I still don’t lift my body from his. I love feeling his strength surrounding me.

Before he can say anything else, we both hear our beautiful boy, Orion, running around in the living room with our retired K-9 German Shepard/Lab mix, Biff, thumping along behind him.

Ro taps my hip lightly and presses one last kiss to the side of my head. You go shower first and I’ll get O his breakfast, then we’ll switch. I nod, already planning out what clothes I’m going to put on my little boy for daycare after he’s finished breakfast.

I move off his body and take a few steps toward our en suite bathroom. Just as I’m about to enter, Ro says my name and I turn back to find him checking out my ass. I love you hot stuff, he mutters and walks out of the room to take care of our boy.

My life is pretty freaking perfect.

Chapter 2

Ronan

Even though I wanted to spend the day hanging out with my family, I knew my girl was right. She was sicker than a fucking dog when she was pregnant with little dude and if we’re going to have another one, we need to save our days off in preparation for it.

I throw on a pair of basketball shorts, not even bothering with boxers, and make my way out to the best thing I’ve ever done. He’s sitting on the couch in the living room, wearing Captain America pajamas while watching his morning cartoons. Biff is curled up in a ball next to him, his big head hanging off the edge of the cushion.

Morning little man.

Orion turns his head for half a second, his blue eyes connecting with mine for even shorter than that, before he shifts back to his cartoons.

Hey dad.

I leave him to it for a few minutes while I start the coffee machine up and get Biff some food. When I’ve poured myself a cup of coffee and pulled a cup out for Elle, I grab a bowl and move to the counter where I can see O’s head on the couch.

Hey O, you ready for breakfast?

No, he answers back immediately. I smile at how quickly he realized he would rather starve than miss a second of his show.

Well, you can eat now and I can record this show for you to watch when we get home, or you can eat now and I won’t record this show. Up to you, big man.

Before I’ve even finished my threat, Orion has picked up the remote and hit the record button for his show to be saved to our dvr. Then he turns the TV off and jumps off the couch, barreling toward the kitchen table with Biff hot on his heels.

Biff absolutely loves Orion. Since the day I offered to take Biff in when his K-9 officer couldn’t take care of him any longer, that dog has been glued to my little boy’s side. Biff isn’t that old, only seven, but he was showing signs of PTSD on the job and was forced to retire.

I smile to myself as my little man plops himself down at the kitchen table and Biff automatically sits down to the right of the chair. I place Orion’s bowl of Fruit Loops on the table and a dog bowl full of kibble on the ground in front of Biff. Within seconds, both boys are going to town on their food.

I get to work, making a ham, egg, and cheese sandwich for both Elle and myself while listening to make sure both boys haven’t choked on their inhaled breakfast. As soon as I finish putting both sandwiches together, the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen comes walking out of our bedroom and I have to thank the stars above for the millionth time for giving her to me.

She moves toward me, my eyes following the sway of her sexy hips in her hot pink scrubs, only stopping to kiss her son’s mop of light hair.

Good morning sweet boy. Did you have good dreams last night?

Yep, I had a dream that me and Axel got a big monster truck and we were driving it around in a big pool full of mud. The excitement in his voice brings a smile to both of our faces.

Elle then sees that I’ve made us both breakfast and makes her way toward me.

How about you, daddy? Did you have good dreams? she purrs.

I waggle my brows at her before glancing down the front of her V-neck scrub shirt to get an eye full of my wife’s gorgeous tits. My dreams were fine, but my wake-up call was much more fucking enjoyable.

She smirks when I bring up the fact that she woke me up with a blow job that had my eyes about damned crossing by the time she released me and told me to get busy planting a baby inside her.

Language, she playfully scolds, hating when I swear in front of Orion.

Elle rises to her tiptoes and lays a hand on my chest as I bend to give her a kiss. In no time I completely forget where we are and the fact that our five year old son is sitting ten feet away. I wrap one hand into Elle’s hair and let the other drift down to her perfect peach shaped ass and pull her closer making sure she can feel my cock hardening against her belly.

Honey, she says against my lips, don’t you need to get ready for work?

Shit. I do. I hang my head like she’s just told me that I can’t ever have sex again and blow out a frustrated breath. I try to picture Elle’s creepy Aunt Clara, who still rocks a foot high beehive hair-do that I’m positive has a family of opossums living in it, an irregular mole that should have been checked at least fifteen years ago but I’m sure still hasn’t, and her yellow flowered mu-mu that has faded to the point of being see through.

That does the trick. I would have normally gone into the shower and just rubbed one out before I had to go to work, but I almost feel bad doing that since we’ve been trying so hard to get pregnant. I’m not complaining about how fucking awesome our sex life has been by any means, and it was great before we wanted to add another one to our brood, but I’d feel awful if the one I rubbed out would have been the one to latch onto one of Elle’s eggs.

Fingers crossed that this morning’s sperm did the trick.

Chapter 3

Elle

I’m so sorry, the mother whimpers again. That has never happened before when Charlie needed to get his shots.

I look down at the stinky wet mess covering my chest and try not to let my lunch make a reappearance. I was giving little Charlie his booster shot so he was up to date for school when the damn kid vomited all over me. I can feel it seeping through the fabric and hitting my exposed skin even though I’m leaning forward to try and prevent it, all while giving Charlie’s mom an understanding smile.

It’s really okay. No worries, I smile. I grab a few paper towels out of the dispenser and begin patting at my top slowly, trying to keep the smell from wafting up to my nostrils as best as I can. Apart from the smell, I’m really not upset. I’ve been working as the head nurse for Dr. Blackman’s pediatric office for about seven years now. There is very little that I haven’t seen or smelled when it comes to little kids.

Charlie and his mom stand up from the table, the little boy grinning at me like nothing happened, before leaving the room. After I’ve patted all I can, I carefully remove the shirt and toss it in a garbage bag in the cabinet.

I pick up the phone next to the door and press zero. After two rings Nicole answers. Nurse’s station, her chipper voice says through the line.

Hey Nic, it’s Elle. I’m in room four and am in need of the back-up top. Been puked on.

Got it. I’ll be right there, she sings before hanging up.

I’m so thankful that we have at least four sets of back-up scrubs in the office. A week after I started working here one of nurses had been peed on by a newborn and I suggested we keep an extra set of scrubs in case we ever needed to change. Most of the nurses loved the idea. There were a few that were mad that I’d gotten rid of their excuse to cut out of work for a bit to go home and change. Dr. Blackman had three new sets of scrubs waiting for us the next day.

I take a deep breath, glad that I didn’t get any of the putrid smell on my bottoms and take a step forward, only to hear a faint squish. I look down at my shoe and let out a deep sigh. Great. I didn’t even think about needing to clean the floors. I thought Charlie got it all on the giant bulls-eye that must have been painted on my shirt.

While I’m trying to come up with a game plan to clean the room quickly so we can get more patients in, I hear the door open. I turn around, expecting it to be Nicole with a clean shirt. It’s not.

Dr. Blackman is standing in the doorway. All fifty years and six feet of him, with his graying hair and blue eyes bulging at me. He makes a sound like he’s choking on something and starts to back out of the room.

Dr. Blackman? I’d guess it’s the smell of the vomit that has him leaving, even though it’s never bothered him before.

Elle, where is your top? he growls.

I look down to find my see through white lace bra against my large C-cup breasts exposed and immediately gasp, throwing my hands up to cover myself.

Shit. I was so caught up in how to clean the room and my shoe and Nicole coming in here that I forgot I’d already removed my top. What a bone head.

Oh my God, I’m so sorry Dr. Blackman. The last patient vomited on me and I removed my shirt without thinking. I was waiting for Nicole to bring me a new top.

Right here, Elle, I hear as a small hand shoots through the crack in the door, a black scrubs top clutched in it.

I snag it out, muttering a quick ‘thanks’ and throw it over my head. After I have it in place, along with my more than likely bright red face, I open the door.

Dr. Blackman is still standing outside, Nicole next to him. His face is showing mortification with what could be a bit of lust mixed in, while Nicole is smiling like nothing has happened.

I’m not exactly sure what I should do here. Do I apologize again for my boss seeing me practically naked from the waist up? Do I explain again what happened before he walked in? Or do I get the cleaning supplies so I can clean up the vomit?

I opt for the latter. I duck my head, mumbling an almost silent ‘I’m sorry’ to Dr. Blackman as I pass and head down the hallway for the mop in the janitor’s closet.

After I have the room completely cleaned and prepped for the next patient, I glance at my watch to find that our office is now closed.

Darn it. Well, at least the room is squeaky clean for tomorrow. I head back to the nurse’s station to call back any parents that left messages during the day and, after returning only two simple calls, I snag my purse and head out the door.

As soon as I make it to my white SUV I pull my cell phone out and call Ronan.

Hey babe, you off for the day? I hear my husband’s deep, sexy voice through the line. After five years of marriage his voice still makes my heart speed up.

Yeah, just left. Are you off already or do you need me to stop and pick up O?

We leave it up to whoever leaves first to pick our son up from daycare, and possibly pick up our best friend’s two kids as well.

Ronan huffs through the line before speaking. No, I’m still stuck at work. Cap says there’s something he wants to talk to me about, but he’s been on the phone for the past forty minutes. I’m ready to get the hell out of here, but I have a feeling this is something important.

I cradle the phone against my shoulder as I back out and leave the parking lot. Okay, well I’ll go pick up our boy and I’ll just see you at home, then.

Okay babe, be safe. Love you.

Love you, too, I tell him and hang up. I hope Ronan’s captain doesn’t have something bad to tell him. I try not to think of the worst and instead focus on what I should make for dinner tonight.

Chapter 4

Ronan

Holy fuck.

I’ve been waiting to talk to my captain for over an hour, but he’s still on the damned phone. I know he said it was important I talk to him before I leave, but there’s not much more I can do from my desk and I would much rather be sitting at home with my wife and son than getting questioning stares from the other detectives that keep walking through the station.

I had been focused on a case that was thrown on my desk earlier about a man my previous partner had arrested four years ago. I had always felt there was more to the story than what we had, but the file shows that the suspect was killed in prison this morning in an attack from a rival group.

I’ll still work on trying to get to the bottom of the case so I can clear his name if possible, but after reading the case for two hours, I had to give up. Now I’m staring at my captain’s door like my fucking brain can make it open and he’ll appear.

I’m usually gone by now unless there’s a case that can’t be waited on. Now I’m just sitting on my fucking thumbs, looking like a moron.

Baker. My head pops up when I hear my last name shouted to find Captain John Harding standing in the frame of his doorway, staring at me.

I stand and make my way into his office, still confused as to why he wanted me to stay late.

You wanted to see me, Cap? I ask after we’ve both sat down and he still hasn’t said anything.

Yeah. I’ll just cut to the chase, then. There is a pretty big biker club just south of Tucson. We had a man working undercover with the idea he’d transfer out here soon. He took a hit in a shootout with a rival gang just as we were about to get solid evidence that could put the Tucson gang’s president in prison for a long time.

I furrow my brow, not making a connection as to why he’s telling me this. I’m a detective. I don’t work undercover.

What does this have to do with me, Cap?

Well, I know that you wanted to go undercover a while back and the two men that we normally turn to for undercover work are already on jobs. We don’t have enough men in this precinct for undercover so I’m turning to you.

Wow. This would have been a dream before I got back together with Elle and we got married. After we had Orion I got rid of the undercover idea completely. I already put my life in danger most days. Undercover is just too risky with people at home I couldn’t live without.

I don’t think I’m up for the job, cap.

I was afraid you were going to say that, he mutters, his thick, white eyebrows furrowing as he speaks. "The problem is that I’m not asking, Baker. I’m telling you. This is a case that needs to be taken care of immediately and you are the only person I can call on. If you don’t take this case, then I’m afraid I’m going to have to transfer you to another office so that I can staff