บททั้งหมดของ The Moonshine Task Force Series: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

TankI tug at the collar of my dress shirt as I stand outside the courthouse, surrounded by friends, family, and coworkers. There's a part of me that doesn't want to be here, but there's also another part of me that knows I need to be here. I have to see justice be served. More than anything, I deserve to see justice served."You doing alright?" Blaze asks as she stands next to me, her hand on my arm.Glancing down at her, I take in the dress she's wearing. Conservative, not her normal wear, and she has her hair pulled back in a pile of curls on her head. She looks nothing, if not sophisticated. Beside her my family stands, and then the guys from the Moonshine Task Force. "I'm good," I clear my throat. "Want this over with so we can truly move forward.""It does feel like there's a dark cloud hanging over us in the form of Brooks, doesn't it?" she puts her arm around me, leaning into my chest."Yeah," I answer truthfully. "It's the unknown. I don't want to ruin the kid's l

BlazeTwo Months LaterI enter The Café with a huge smile on my face. Today's been a great day. In what's become our regular booth, I see Trevor waiting for me, wearing his hot as fuck white t-shirt with his bullet proof vest over the top. It's too hot for them to wear their button-down shirts and this is what most of the guys look like around these parts right now."I'll be right with ya, Blaze. He already ordered your drink," Leighton tells me as she gives me a grin.Not long ago she started waitressing here, and she seems to have acclimated well. "Sounds good."As I approach the booth, Trevor stands up, grabbing hold of my hand and bringing me in for a kiss. "Hey, hot stuff," he whistles between his teeth as he sees the dress I wear with my Louboutins. "Look at you, how did your meeting go?""Hey, handsome," I kiss him, gripping him around the waist as he motions for me to sit in the booth. We're same-side sitters and everybody makes fun of us, but I love being pressed u

VOLUME THREE: HAVOCHavocSix Months Earlier"Holden, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?"It's hard to swallow against the lump in my throat. I worry that I'm doing the wrong thing here. Making this young girl trade in one life she didn't want to live for another. But as I look at her, I see a future for me. One I'd never thought possible. As a rule, I don't trust women, but I have trusted her since I met her.For six months I've lived with her, learning the type of person she is, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that she has a good heart. In some ways she's a product of her environment, in other's she's risen above and beyond. I want to be the person who helps her realize her destiny, the future she can have. I've come to care for her, come to be her friend, and I know there's nothing I won't do for her. Somehow, she's

Havoc"Sorry I'm late getting here," I call to my guys. "I was in the middle of the mother of all traffic stops. I got a car transporting fifty fucking pounds of marijuana, and I had to hand that shit off to another officer," I grumble, throwing my MTF uniform on."Oh, quit your bitchin'," Tank throws over his shoulder as he's putting his gear on too. "I was having lunch with Blaze.""And I was in the middle of naptime with Stella," Renegade throws in his two cents. "We're all making sacrifices for what we do.""But my picture could have been on the State of Alabama Facebook page for the biggest marijuana bust in these parts in years," I argue, a grin on my face that they can't see."It don't matter who likes your ugly mug now, Havoc," Menace, the oldest of my guys, besides me, pipes in with his response. "You're married, you don't need the notoriety.""Yeah." Ace grins at me as I turn around to face them. "Menace here has been celibate since Caleb was like four, more than

HavocThe hot spray of water beating down on my shoulders is doing its best to loosen the tension I have weighing there, but I have tension in other places too. Namely the space between my legs where I'm hard as a fucking rock. The tension has been there for weeks, and I can't help but try to relieve the frustration. Grasping my cock, I play for a few seconds, stroking it up and down, dragging my hand along the length. I know it'll never fully be gone until I can bury myself balls deep into the woman who teases me every day, but until then, this is the best I can do.I grunt harshly as I curl the fingers of my free hand into a fist, beating it against the tile of the shower. Sometimes a little bit of pain makes the pleasure sharper. The hand holding my cock picks up speed and I grip the base a little harder on each down stroke, curling my palm around the head on every upstroke. I'm sensitive and so fucking ready to blow, but I hold off, knowing the orgasm will be stronger if I can