Chapter Six

                                    

                                          
Dylan


                          
"Excuse me, sir?" my angel asks confused by my statement. Those blue eyes burrow their way into my soul. Holy shit it's her. My angel. I pinch my leg under the table to make sure I'm not dreaming or hallucinating. I haven't slept much in the past two days, so I wouldn't be shocked if this was all happening in my head. She is even more beautiful in person. I can't take my fucking eyes off of her. 
                          
	"I'm sorry. I just meant you aren't Mickey. He usually is here in the mornings." I say trying to cover my incoherent tracks. She has rendered me a babbling idiot. 
                          
	"Last time I checked I wasn't that two-hundred-pound pile of useless crap." An eye roll follows her statement. "I'm Zoe, I'll be the one here in the mornings from now on." She smiles, and I swear to god her face lights up like a morning sun rise. She has taken the air right out of me. Zoe. Her name is Zoe. My Zoe, my angel. Zoe Edwards has a nice ring to it. She'll look good with my ring and my last name. 
                          
	"My mornings just got a little better. It's nice to meet you Zoe, I'm Dylan Edwards. I work at the second." I point to the station across the street from the donut shop. My angel has been working right across the street from me this entire time. I don't know how I missed her. "looks like we will be seeing a lot of each other." I return her smile. There is a slight blush that rises in her cheeks in response. I want to peel her out of her clothes and see if I can make her entire body blush. 
                          
	"I look forward to seeing you around Officer Edwards. Is there anything I can get you?" 
                          
	'I want you screaming my name' is what I want to say. "I'd love a cup of coffee," is what end up saying. I can't get the image of her peaches and cream skin sweat laced, covered with my mark and my cum out of my head. I'm sick fuck.  
                          
	"You got it Officer Edwards." The way she calls me Officer Edwards drives my dick crazy. He's fighting to get out of my pants and into her sweet pussy. There is no amount of jerking off that is going to get my cock to settle the fuck down. Zoe has me wound up fucking tight. It's taking all my willpower not to take her on this table right now. My mouth is watering at the thought of tasting every inch of her body and seeing how many times I can make her come with just my tongue before I let her have my cock and fully owning every part of her. 
                          
	"Can I offer you one our newest donuts? It's passion fruit." Did she really just say passion fruit? The amount of passion she would experience with me would make her body explode. 
                          
	"I would love one." I smile and hope like hell she can't see the raging hard on she is giving me right now. 
                          
	She smiles one more time before turning and walking back to the counter. She moves gracefully across the room. The subtle sway of her hips has me transfixed. I can't take my eyes off of her while she pours my coffee and plates up one of the donuts. I can't get over how unbelievably beautiful she is. I've never seen anyone come close to her. 
                          
	With coffee in one hand and a donut in the other she glides back to my table. "Here you go officer Edwards." She set the coffee and the donut down in front of me. I catch a whiff of her sweet honey scent and it makes dick twitch. 
                          
	"Thank you, Zoe. And you can call me Dylan." Hell, she can call me whatever she wants. 
                          
	"You are very welcome, Dylan." My name rolls off her tongue and it sounds heavenly coming from those soft pink lips. 
                          
	"How long have you been working here?" I ask. There are only a couple of people left in the shop, so I don't feel bad for monopolizing her time. Even if this place was packed I still wouldn't let her leave this spot. I need her near me. 
                          
	She stuffs her hands into the pockets on the front of her apron. For a moment I imagine her in nothing but that apron. As soon as she starts to tell me she has been working the night shift for the last three years, my focus snaps out of the filth and back on her story. I hang on her every word. Mentally storing every bit of information. I want to know everything about her from where she grew up, whether she likes pancakes or waffles, how many babies she wants to have with me, to her favorite way to get fucked. With me every position will be her favorite. 
                          
	Zoe isn't like the girls I'm used to hooking up with. Zoe is an endgame kind of girl. She is my endgame. My days of random hook ups are over. 
                          
	"Hey Officer Princess," a gruff booming voice calls out from across the donut shop. My head snaps in the direction of the voice to find Ryder, the SWAT team leader standing in the doorway. "Sorry to interfere with your morning reflection time, but you planning on showing up for shift anytime soon." He raises his arm in the air and taps the watch on his wrist. 
                          
	I glance down at my own watch and realize I am an hour late for my shift. "Uh shit, I have to go." The chair screeches across the floor as I fly up. I quickly grab my duffle bag and search through the pockets for my wallet. 
                          
	 "The coffee and the donut are on me." Zoe pushes my hand away when I try to pay her. The light touch of her hand sends a shock wave through my body that nearly drops me to my knees. If that 
                          
	"Thank you, Zoe." I smile. 
                          
	"Any day now Princess," Ryder calls out again.
                          
	"Will you be here tomorrow morning?" I ask. 
                          
	"6am sharp," she replies with a smile. 
                          
	"I'll see you then." I return her smile. I start to walk for the door and stop halfway and turn back. "Zoe darlin', let me see that smile again." 
                          
	A smile erupts from ear to ear across Zoe's beautiful face followed by a blush in her cheeks. 
                          
	"That should last me until tomorrow. Goodbye, Zoe." I eye her up and down once more, letting the image of that smile burn itself into my brain. 
                          
	"Goodbye, Dylan." Zoe waves as I walk backwards towards the door, savoring these last moments of her beauty. 
                          
	Once I'm out the door a rough hand comes slapping across the back of my head. "Seriously, dumbass. First you are late for shift, then I have to come all the way over here to find you flirting with some skirt," Ryder scolds. 
                          
	"That's my future wife you are talking about," I snap back. 
                          
	Ryder puts his hands up in surrender. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't realize your mail order bride had arrived already." 
                          
	  "Really, I'm going to let you of all people try to bust my balls. The man who got arrested for having sex in public and for stealing a police car." About a year and a half ago Ryder was in a very different place. He was going through a lot of personal stuff with his now wife Lucky and he went off the deep end. The story of him stealing Street's patrol car is still talked about this day. He ended up getting suspended and stuck on cage duty, cleaning and repairing equipment. That's where we met. I was serving time for telling my Captain where he could shove his rules and procedures. We became friends over our inability to follow rules. 
                          
	"This isn't about me. This is about you. Here and now and later when you are cleaning out the swat van after shift. And if you are ever late for your shift again and I catch you over here flirting with your future wife. I will not hesitate to drag your sorry ass out by your boot straps. I'm sure that will really impress her." He lets out a deep hardy laugh. 
                          
	"I fucking hate you," I grumble. 
                          
	"I love you too, princess. Now get your fucking ass to work."