Trouble

Ch 19: Instant Coffee.

Wulf POV:

I tossed the snow globe between my hands, looking around the living room.

"Cops really don't get paid well eh Dingo?"

The german Shepard wagged its tail.

Why would anyone want to enforce the law when breaking it made you way more money?

I walked through the darkened house. looking over the old leather couches and do it yourself painted kitchen chairs.

Propping open the fridge I looked through the contents, generic brands and a whole lot of root beer. 

Pantry full of snack foods chips and...nacho cheese. 

Everything was neat and orderly. 

Of course the cops happy little house was orderly.

I stared back at the attack dog, "Your mommy is a hot piece of ass."

His head cocked to the side.

"So what is she doing living in a place like this hm? its mundane. she could be walking around in diamonds eating caviar and quail eggs mixed with freaking gold...but no she's-" I picked up a coin jar, reading the label, "saving up for new detailing on her motorcycle with pennies and dimes..and drinking American coffee, instant american coffee."

I shook my head, putting the jar down.

"Hey Dingo, where do your masters keep their secrets?"

the dog lie down and grinned.

"you are zero help."

He just started wagging its tail.

"you could be eating Kobe instead of kibble you know."

His ears perked up at the word kibble.

I shook my head, resuming my wonderings. 

a beautiful girl.

A small...cozy home

And instant coffee.

I wonder if I got her addicted to my dick I could get her to move in with me as my live in fuck buddy. 

I find that most women will do anything when presented with good enough money and Oxytocin and Dopamine released into the system.

Ah I should watch for that..too much Oxytocin and I could have a problem on my hands.

But that would require her orgasming less.

I love it when she cums around my cock.

Maybe less oral then. 

Even though if she orgasms through clítoral stimulation first her other orgasms are even stronger..hotter..sexier.

And then she does this thing where she digs her heels into the small of my back to keep me in her as long as she possibly can, moaning licking and biting in a desperate frenzy.

And now I needed to wake her up...but she told me we couldn't fuck in her house.

I wondered for a moment if she would blow me when the sound of a door opening in the kitchen made me freeze. Ducking into the small pantry.

An older man with salt and pepper hair and stubble walked into the room.

Ah, the daddy cop.

I watched him carefully as he pulled out a few things from the fridge.

I have seen this mans photo a thousand times, heard the stories of his running into meth labs and gunfights for the sake of catching his target.

But he looked tired. 

He paused for a moment when he closed the fridge stating at a photo of him and a younger Vega, both of them grinning ear to ear.

He smiled.

And that explains why she drinks instant coffee.

She's got what she needs.

I leaned against the wall, this is going to make it so much harder to get her to be my live in fuck buddy.

I wondered what would happen if i stabbed him in the neck.

The dog would probably attack me.

And then Vega would cry.

She would know I did it.

And then no more claws dragging down my back and velvet pussy for me.

And that was just so not okay.

Mans gotta have his happy pill, mine just comes in the form of sex.

Hot sex with a half Hawaiian that has the smoothest tannest legs and perfect breasts...and all that kickboxing does wonders on the ass.

My anatomy teacher would be so proud at how well I know my partners body.

Levi Moore slowly put together a sandwich, I should have stayed in Vegas room.

She did mention the old man got up at night.

He didn't look like a cop.

But then again most of the time I was handcuffed the were accusing me of things I would never even think of doing, like stabbing a man in the throat with a tacky orange kitchen knife.

Still, didn't look like a cop.

He looked like a father who cared about his daughter.

Well that was boring.

But also dangerous, if he really dedicated his whole life to Vega and to putting my old man behind bars...he would shoot me in the dick the moment he saw me in his house.

Good man.

He should just give up the chasing down crime lords and take care of his daughter.

Someone could take advantage of her.

I grinned a little.

They could take advantage of her night after night over and over...Maybe the cop thing is good on him.

Gets him out of the house from time to time, gives his girl a bit more time to be alone.

More time for her to slip into my bed.

Daddy should stay a cop until he gets shot in the line of action. Then I'll take Vega in as my live in fuck buddy. Kidnapping is easy.

Not that I would know.

I grinned a bit to myself. Stepping out of the shadows when detective Moore left the room. Counting to 40 I walked from the Kitchen and back to Vegas room, climbing into her bed.

With a face and body like hers she could also manage to obtain a better mattress.

But no, she seems content with whatever.

I wrinkled my nose as she slept in blissful unawareness, no wonder she liked instant coffee.