"You're the most nutso son of a..."
"Uh uh. Don't say it, Louie," he laughed and covered her mouth with his own, his large hand cupping her bottom cheeks, his need for her evident as he lifted her into his arms.
She didn't know what to think. If Mr. Hunk Stuff just wanted to roll in the hay, would he have moved all her belongings into his place? Not that she had that much to begin with... but still... On the other hand, it was a place to stay until she could get her head back on straight and it was more than decent, she thought as she looked around.
"Comfy bed," she mused when he finally left her alone for 5 minutes. "Very man-lives-alone kinda furniture - bed, chair, dresser, bare floors," she enumerated as she took inventory. "No pictures on the walls; wallet and keys and gun on top of dresser. Whoa Nellie! Gun! Oh God! Is that thing loaded?" she asked, wide-eyed when he came back into the room.
"Of course it's loaded, darlin'. I'm a cop, remember? And you better behave 'cause I'm a nutso cop, too!" he grinned as he wiggled his brows at her. In fact, the ammunition clip had been removed from the weapon and was safely concealed, but Louise wouldn't know an ammunition clip if it bit her.
"Oh Jeez!" she groaned. "What did I get myself into? I hope you're not planning on shooting me any time soon."
"Nope," he chuckled and then grabbed her up into a bear hug. "Gonna love you and love you and love you. If you behave," he whispered as his mouth suckled on an exposed nipple - his hands pushing the covers away - her attempt at modesty failing miserably. "I'll keep loving you, feed you, too. But..." he admonished as he cupped her tender bottom cheeks, "you get out of line and I'll spank the living daylights out of you."
"Wha-a-at!" she yelled in his face as she tried to push him away.
"Of course I'll love you right after that," he promised. "A good spanking deserves some good lovin'."
"You are as nutso as they come, aren't you?" she said with a hint of resignation. "Don't answer that," she amended. "I know you are and are you ever going to feed me? I'm starved!"
"I *did* feed you," he groused.
"I'm still hungry," she decided. "What else you got to eat in this place?"
"Well, now that you mention it," he grinned as he reached for her...
"Ohhhhh," she blushed.
They fell into a routine - an easy routine from the daily grind and sometimes pressure-filled days and nights for Detective Joe Taggert. On extended leave, he pampered one Louise Rogers until she thought she'd died and gone to heaven. No man had ever treated her so well. Except... he was a stickler about the way he thought ladies should behave. No cursing was a big issue with him and every time she uttered a profane word or phrase, he nonchalantly upended her and drummed a hard beat on her bottom for every letter of every word. This caused Louise to yell protests in the form of obscenities which, in domino effect, caused Joe Taggert to keep the beat on her bottom going at a steady pace.
She gave up sitting comfortably.
She no longer slept on her back.
She rubbed her backside regularly.
When she took a step in any direction, she was painfully aware that her butt was sore.
And she was sore elsewhere. Joe Taggert was a virile man and that virility gave both of them pleasure - constantly.
"Enough already!" she shouted at him when he pulled her onto his lap one afternoon, a week later. "I need to rest ... is there no end to your appetite?"
"Gotta love you, Louie. You're gonna be the mother of my kids. Gotta love the mother of my kids. Gotta love the..."
"You are the most nutso cop on the whole damn planet," she yelled and shoved him back onto the bed.
When he lay there, motionless, she got worried.
Unable to believe she could really knock him out, she bent over him to get a closer look.
He didn't move.
"Tag?" she whispered. "You okay?"
"Better than okay," he grinned and sitting up, hauled her over his lap and warmed her bottom until she finally yelled.
"Son of a bitch!"
"What did I tell you about that naughty mouth of yours, Ms. Rogers?" he laughed and continued to spank her until she offered contrition in the form of a mumbled apology.
"I hate you," she told him after she finally uttered the words he wanted to hear and he was holding her close to his chest, his hands soothing her bottom cheeks.
"I love you," he told her, kissing her tears, moving in turn to her mouth... throat... breasts... belly... and finally to the juncture of her thighs. "Love you so much, doll face."
"Why?" she asked, truly perplexed but so comfortable in his embrace.
"Because you're you, Louie," he said as if that explained everything.
"I need to go back to work," she replied, unable to face his declaration of love.
"You never told me what you do," he said, surprised he hadn't asked her.
"Some detective you are," she scoffed. "Sleeping with a woman and you don't know sh..."
"Louie!" he warned.
"You don't know squat about me," she finished lamely, her butt too sore to take another spanking.
He chuckled. She was learning.
She scowled. He was a nutso cop.
"What do you do, Louie?" "I bug the hell out of nutso cops," she replied flippantly and bounced off his lap... made it to the other side of the room... and then found herself hauled over a naked shoulder.
"What did I tell you?" he said softly, one large hand cupping her bottom, her very sore and tender bottom.
"If you spank me one more time," she yelled, beating his back with her fists, "I will cut your balls off!"
She bit his shoulder - hard.
He dropped to the side of the bed, flipped her over his lap and delivered one firm and hard swat.
Louise gulped air and prepared for the worse but Joe knew she couldn't take much more. He turned her onto her back, his hands cupping her bottom and feasted. When her body tensed and she was close to nirvana, he stopped.
"Please..." she begged.
"What do you do for a living, Louie?"
"I design Internet websites," she moaned.
He took her back to the edge of heaven and stopped again.
"Tag..." her voice pleaded.
"Promise me you'll marry me if you get pregnant."
"You're going to knock me up?" she gasped.
"Trying like hell to do that," he admitted and dropped kisses where she most wanted his lips to be.
"The hell you are!" she screamed and then yelped when she was suddenly on her belly and his hand had come screeching down one more time.
"Promise me," he said with frightening calm. "I want to marry the mother of my children."
"You're nuts!" she yelled.
"Your promise, Louie," he warned, "or I'll blister the skin right off this butt."
"You don't want me... you just want kids. You can adopt them. You don't need me. You..."
"Your promise," he repeated, one hand moving under her, the other over her heated cheeks.
"I promise," she gave in. "Please don't spank me."
"I love you, doll face," he murmured, turning her back onto her belly, lifted her to her knees and pushed into her with a gentleness that startled her. His loving was demanding and dominant... it was tender... it was a promise he meant to keep.