Just Kidding (SWAT Generation 2.0 #1)(69)

I rolled my eyes and gathered her to me, then placed one hand on her head while the other curled into her back.

Her hair had grown out over the last seven months we’d been together.

We’d gotten married last month at a small, intimate ceremony with only our closest family and friends in attendance. She’d put it up in the cutest updo I’d ever seen. And even now, the short spiky tendrils that barely touched the back of her neck made my heart ache.

God, she must’ve had gorgeous hair when it was long.

I couldn’t wait for it to grow back.

Thank God for her pregnancy, because her hair was growing so fast that I might have to get her pregnant all over again just so I could have the stuff wrapping around my fist while I took her from behind.

“You’re not being very nice.” She pouted.

I wasn’t.

A month ago she was ordered to go onto light duty thanks to her placenta being very close to her cervix. They’d even had to sew her cervix shut to keep the baby baking a bit longer.

Which also meant no sex for the time being, either.

“Sorry,” I murmured, pressing my lips to hers. “That was pretty mean, wasn’t it?”

She sighed and pressed her mouth to mine once more, then got up to clean up the dishes.

I helped her in silence, then went to the laundry room to strip out of my gear.

Once it was all where she liked me putting it, I came back out in jeans, a t-shirt, and some boots.

She grinned at me.

Then watched me while I weed-whacked the entire yard despite being tired as hell from the day.

But the sweet way she kissed me, all sweaty with grass sticking to me everywhere?

That’s what made it worth it.

Rowen was worth it.

The baby she was carrying?

Worth it.

My life she’d given me?

Worth it.

“Let’s shower,” she ordered. “There was a new scary movie that released on Netflix. I want to watch it.”

So we did.

And I enjoyed every single second of her pressed up against me, face half hidden behind the blanket, while she watched the scary movie through the gaps of her fingers.

That was my girl.

Hard as steel on the outside, but all soft and gooey on the inside.

All. Mine.





What’s next?


Herd That

1-21-20

Chapter 1

Save a horse, ride a… bike. Nobody wants a fat ass.

U-Sports bottle

Codie

“Yes, Granddad,” I said through shivering lips. “I’m on my way. Yes, I’m okay. No, the truck’s not having any trouble pulling the trailer. Yes. No. Yes.”

I sighed in frustration when Granddad continued asking me questions. Obviously knowing I was driving in the rain didn’t much matter to him.

“Yes, I’ll look for Mr. Valentine,” I soothed. “I don’t know how to back up the trailer, so I’m going to ask him to do it. Do you think he will?”

“Yes,” Granddad immediately replied. “I think he will. Just make sure to say please. He’s very formal.”

Did I note a hint of satisfaction in his voice?

Whatever.

“Listen,” I said, spotting the sign for the Longview Livestock in front of me. “I’m almost there, and I’m about to turn. I love you.”

“Love you, too, Codie,” Granddad said in his shaky, aging voice. “Have fun.”

I smiled at the words coming from Granddad’s mouth.

He didn’t say ‘I love you’ very often, so when he did, it made the words all the more special to hear.

Dropping the phone into the seat beside me, I looked in my rearview mirrors and started to slow the large one-ton Dodge diesel dually, making a wide turn into the parking lot and coming to a stop almost immediately after pulling in.

“Where do I go?” I asked the empty cab.

My eyes took everything in at once, and my belly started to flutter.

“Shit,” I growled, turning right and keeping it slow as I accelerated.

I didn’t know how to drive a trailer, and I’d had to learn almost in a trial-by-fire type way.

Granddad had entered these cows into the show, and when he got sick, he couldn’t back out because he’d had a ‘gentleman’s agreement’ with the livestock place, whatever the hell that meant.

I’d tried to tell him we could take them together next week, but he would hear none of it.

Take them, Codie. You can do it; I have faith in you. Plus, if you have any trouble, an old friend that lives on the next farm over will be there to help you if you have any problems.

Gritting my teeth, I followed the trailer in front of me to the back of the lot and swung a bitch at the very end of it, coming to a stop behind a pretty silver trailer.

Granddad had forced me to rent a trailer, and it looked ridiculous. Nothing could’ve signaled me as an inexperienced person more than the bright red trailer with ‘rent me’ on the side of it.

I’d tried to get Granddad to let me use his trailer, but he’d refused to allow me to even touch it.

“That’s a fifty-thousand-dollar piece of equipment. If you wreck it, then I won’t have anything to transport Shaggy in,” Granddad said.

Shaggy was my granddad’s prized bull, and the moneymaker of his farm at the moment.