Quadruplets Make Six

“Holy…Max, you feel so good. I’m coming…I’m—” her shrieks went off to a high pitch and stopped as she was coming down, her body throbbing and clenching and shaking.

It didn’t take long after for me to bury myself in her and fill her up. She continued to clench around me more and more, until she was practically begging for more.

And I wanted to give it to her. All of it. I rolled her over onto her belly and shucked my boxers off. She damn near wiggled her ass at me and I nearly lost it. I was inside her again, fucking her so hard the headboard clanked against the wall and her ass cheeks shook with every thrust.

I gripped her hips so tight there would no doubt be a bruise, but I didn’t care. I wanted to claim her, and I wanted every part of her. It was fast and rough, and she was coming again soon. Her clenching brought me to the edge and I blew the last of my load inside her.

I collapsed against her, the softness of her body lulling me into a dream state I had to resist. Her fingers idly traced my chest until she fell aslee

p. I wanted to watch her sleep forever, but I knew I would be distracted next to her.

I gently got out of bed and sat on the small couch in her room. After I put my pants on I got my gun from the belt. I was always strapped as a cop. The urge to protect her took over me, and I didn’t care if I had to stay in that seat with the gun clenched in my hand.

She would always be safe with me.

Chapter Twenty: Alex

“She’s asleep.”

I wondered why Max had been whispering. We had all learned that Rose was a very light sleeper in the past few weeks. She worked hard shifts, so we wanted her to get as much rest as she needed.

“Oh, got it.” I stepped inside and shut the door behind me softly. Parker peeked around his dog bed, but he got acclimated to us being around pretty fast, so he no longer barked at the sight of us anymore.

“How was she today?” I asked Max.

He gave me a weird look before he took a breath unscrewed his face. I understood exactly why he was confused for a second afterwards.

“Pretty normal, but I think it is starting to get to her,” he said quietly.

I nodded in understanding. I figured as much. I knew it would only be a short time before she started to really feel the effects of her situation. It was tough, being watched all the time, even if it was by us. And not only that, but knowing that she wasn’t even safe to begin with. I was trying really hard to keep my grip on things, too. Any other case, I would be looking at it completely from a subjective level. But now, feelings were involved, and it made it hard to keep them out.

I wanted Rose safe and protected, but I didn’t want to be overprotective and keep her from living her life. Keeping her locked up in the apartment kept running through my head, but I knew I couldn’t do that. I respected her too much and she was way too damned stubborn to even let me do that.

“I’ll see you later.” Max nodded to me on his way out.

Rose insisted I keep myself comfortable when I came over, so I made a cup of coffee. It was pretty much the middle of the night, but I had been running on a very odd sleep schedule since I got the detective job. I drank the cup down like water and went in her bedroom.

Rose looked beautiful as ever, even tangled up in her sheets with an oversized shirt on. I loved how she didn’t wear over the top nightwear or anything. The dark curls of her hair fell over her cheeks and blew with the snores of her open mouth. She didn’t snore like a sailor or anything, just natural, little snorts that made me smile.

I set my gun on her nightstand and sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, hoping I wouldn’t wake her. But she started to shuffle, and I turned to stare at her glazed open eyes. She smiled softly, still a bit half asleep.

“Hey, go back to sleep.” I tucked some hair behind her ear and smiled back. She looked at me like she didn’t recognize me for a second. I understood why though, I wasn’t in my usual attire. I had changed into jeans, a simple tee shirt, and a leather jacket. I hadn’t gotten tired of wearing the suit, but sometimes comfort just won out.

“Hmm. Will you lie with me?” Her soft, sweet voice was hard to resist. Though I didn’t even want to.

“Sure.”

She smiled and turned on her side. I stood up and kicked my shoes off, and took my jacket off. I laid next to her, and she moved to use my chest as a pillow. Her hand was warm as she clutched at my side and rested her body next to mine. I held her softly around her waist, inhaling the vanilla scent of her hair as her breaths evened out. She was back asleep.

I just laid there with her and idly traced the skin of her arm. The need to protect her at all costs was almost paralyzing. Mostly because I knew there wasn’t much information on the crimes as is.

I tried to distract myself with her. I focused on the soft globes of her breasts against my side, remembering what it felt like to hold them in my hands. The scent of her body alone was enough to drive me mad without her perfect body coming into the picture.

With my other hand, I grazed her scalp and twirled her soft curls around my fingers. I never expected to find a woman’s body so perfect. With all the others I just used them for their purpose and got on with it, but I found myself needing her against me just to get by. The nights I spent watching her had been the best I could remember having, even with the threat of her safety looming over my head.

There it was again.

My phone was on silent, but I knew it was ringing. The screen flashed with Nate’s name before I answered quietly.