by Lexi Blake
Nate gave him a thumbs-up. Callie didn’t need clothes. “On the desk, baby. Spread your legs.”
“I’m going to need that skirt back,” she said as she dutifully hoisted herself onto the desk. It was neat, but she had to move a few files. She spread her legs and couldn’t seem to stop giggling. “This is starting to feel an awful lot like a gynecological exam. I’m not sure how sexy that is.”
He sighed as he looked at that gorgeous, plump pussy. She kept it perfectly shaved. He looked forward to performing that task for her. It would be a sweet intimacy.
“I bet your gynecologist doesn’t spend a lot of time thinking about how pretty your pussy is.” Zane stood beside him staring down like he was appreciating a great work of art.
Her head came up. “I would hope not. She’s almost seventy and has seven grandkids.”
“I also bet she doesn’t do this.” Nate got on his knees. He leaned over and pressed a kiss on her pussy.
Callie’s head fell back. “Definitely not, Sheriff.”
He pressed kisses all over her pussy. Light butterfly caresses that had her quivering. Her clit started to peek out of its hood. “I like the way you call me Sheriff, darlin’. It makes me think of putting you in handcuffs and giving you a full body search. As a matter of fact, maybe we should do a little probing. What do you say, Deputy?”
Zane rolled his eyes. “No way. I am not your deputy, but I will most definitely help probe her. I have the perfect instrument we should use.”
He had something else in mind. “That’ll have to wait. If you grab that bag and look inside you might find what we need. It’s clean and ready to be lubed up.”
“It?” Callie asked with wide, curious eyes.
“Yep,” he replied. He took hold of her thighs and neatly flipped her over. “Put that pretty ass in the air, Miss Sheppard.”
“Nice. When did you have time to buy a butt plug?” Zane held the small pink plug in his hand as he poured lube across the plastic and readied it.
“Maybe we should talk about this.” Callie sounded uncertain, but she didn’t move from her place on the desk. She got on her hands and knees. Her heart-shaped ass was right there. He’d never be able to sit at this desk again without thinking about her gorgeous ass ripe and ready for use.
“No talking, Cal. You want to fuck us both, right?” Zane handed Nate the plug and his hand reached out to trace the curves of her ass. “We have to get you ready. We have to play with this hot ass of yours before we can fuck it.”
Zane had hit the nail on the head. Nate wanted to get his cock in that tight ass. He wanted to screw her ass while Zane fucked her pussy. He wanted her between them.
He took the plug and nodded at Zane, who still held the lube in his hand. He knew what to do. He poured a line of slick lubricant in between her cheeks.
“Let me spread those for you,” Zane said, his voice even deeper than usual. His eyes were caught on the globes of her ass. Zane’s left hand came across the small of Callie’s back. He gripped her and slowly pulled until Nate was able to see the puckered beauty of her backside. It was tight and closed. It would take work to get that gorgeous hole to admit him inside. His dick throbbed in anticipation.
Callie shuddered, her hips shaking slightly. Nate frowned.
“Baby, if you don’t want to do this, all you have to do is say it.” He didn’t want to push her.
“Bullshit she doesn’t want it. She wants it. I can smell how much she wants it.” Zane breathed deeply and his sigh was all satisfaction.
“Maybe so, but it’s rude to talk about it.” Callie sounded prim and proper even with her asshole on display.
“Get used to it,” Nate shot back. Now he could see that her pussy was dripping. She did want it. She wanted everything they could give her. “We won’t be polite with you. There won’t be anything staid about the way we fuck you. You’re ours. We’ll take you when we want, how we want. Be glad you don’t wear panties, baby, because I’d simply rip them off when I wanted to fuck my pussy. And this pretty ass is ours, too.”
Nate lined up the head of the plug and pushed in. The tight muscles refused him entry.
“Babe, you gotta relax. You gotta press back against the plug.” Zane gave her soothing advice.
“Really, Zane? Done this much?” She didn’t seem to be in the mood for advice. It was the most irritated he’d ever heard her.
Zane flushed. “No, but I’ve watched an awful lot of porn. You can learn the damnedest things on the Internet. Listen, babe, I am open-minded. If you do this and later on it leads to my dick sinking into this gorgeous asshole, I promise I’ll let you play with mine.”
“Me, too, baby.” Nate wanted in so bad, he’d promise her the moon. He could take his sweet Callie playing around with his backdoor if it meant regularly getting inside hers.
She groaned and leaned forward, going down on her elbows. The plug slid in as her rosy ass opened up. It was a lovely site. Nate worked the plug in and out gently. He fucked her with the plug, pretending it was his cock taking the virgin hole.
Zane groaned beside him. He was watching, too. He was probably thinking the same thing. Nate slid the plug in and pulled back out, noting the way Callie began to sway with the rhythm.
“Not so bad, huh?” Nate asked, adoring the way she clenched around the plug.
“It’s weird, but okay. I can handle it. I think it might feel good.”
Zane leaned over and kissed the small of her back. “It will, babe. It’s gonna feel so good. I promise, we’ll go slow. We’ll take care of you.”
Nate pressed the plug in one last time before he decided it was time to take care of her. She’d done beautifully for her first time. Next time, he’d have her wear it for a while, but for now, he wanted her comfortable. He needed to pay her back for her openness. He pulled the plug out and dropped it discreetly in his desk drawer. Luckily, he was responsible for cleaning his own office.
“That was lovely. Now turn back over.”
Callie flipped herself around, just a tad awkwardly. “Are you done?”
“Not by a long shot, babe. Now it’s your turn,” Zane said, proving he could read Nate’s mind.
Her face was covered in a pretty blush. Her legs dangled off the desk. Nate reached down and rearranged them so her knees were up, her heels on the edge. It left her open and vulnerable.
“Let me taste this pussy.” Nate let his fingers find her soft flesh, and she squirmed as he cupped her.
“Only if I can taste you and Zane after. I want you both in my mouth.”
It took everything Nate had not to come in his jeans. He would fuck her mouth if that was what she wanted. He’d fill her up. But first, she was going to come and come hard under his tongue.
“That sounds perfect. Why don’t you start on Zane, baby? I’ll join in after I’ve taken care of you.”
Zane moved from Nate’s side. Nate looked over the expanse of Callie’s beautifully bowed body. Zane was pushing his jeans down. Callie’s head was at the edge of the desk. Zane cupped her chin and turned her head to the side. He pressed his cock against her lips. Her tongue came out, licking at the head. Zane put a knee on the desk so she didn’t have to strain as he slid his cock into her mouth.
He knew how good that felt. He loved it when that hot tongue ran all across his cock. She gave the best head. It was only fair she got some back. Nate breathed in her scent. Cream coated her pink pussy with a sweet, musky smell. His cock twitched. He leaned down and licked, gathering her juice as he went. He licked her over and over. She tasted so good. He slid his tongue through her labia and up to her clit. That pink pearl was fully out of its hood and begging for attention. Nate sucked it into his mouth and tugged gently.
“Oh, Nate!” Callie’s legs shook as she came. Her hands wound into his hair, tugging and pulling as she pushed her pussy against his face.
Nate got to his feet and his hand was on the fly of his pants when there was a knock on the door.
“Sherif
f.” Logan’s voice cracked through the intimacy of the office.
Callie sat straight up and started fumbling for her skirt.
“Not right now, Logan,” Nate barked. He wasn’t going to interrupt this because Logan had trouble with a tourist.
“Sorry, Sheriff. I think it’s important,” Logan insisted.
Damn it. His cock would have to wait at least as long as it took to murder his deputy.
Zane cursed, too, but stuffed his cock back in his jeans. He helped Callie zip up her skirt. Nate nodded at Zane and sat back in his chair, pulling Callie into his lap. He needed her. He didn’t want his deputy to see that he had a monster erection.
Rye Harper had the right idea. He’d been the one to put up that sign that announced he was fishing. Nate needed a new one.
Don’t Commit Any Crimes – I’m Fucking My Secretary.
Zane unlocked the door and it swung open, revealing a red-faced Logan with a piece of paper in his hand.
Logan looked from Callie and Nate over to Zane and back again. His mouth came open and then closed. “Okay, well, I just wanted to tell you that some crazy-looking chick walked in a couple of minutes ago and handed me this note.”
He held the folded piece of paper out toward Nate. Callie struggled to get off his lap, but he held her close. It was time for Callie to understand he had no intention of hiding the fact that they were lovers.
“Give it to Zane,” he instructed. If he took his hands off Callie, he’d lose her. He fully intended to get back to his fun the minute he got rid of his deputy. Hell, he’d simply lift her up and bring her down on his dick.
Logan handed the paper to Zane, who immediately opened it and started to read.
Nate cuddled Callie close. She sighed and shook her head, as though trying to get him to understand how disappointed she was in his professionalism. He ignored her. He’d explained that he had no professionalism when it came to her. She would have to learn to live with it. “Thank you, Logan. Why don’t you go and write the tourists some tickets? We could use a new microwave.”
Callie slapped at him softly as Logan walked out. “He will be on the phone to his moms, his girlfriend, and everyone else he knows in just about…now. Do you know how the gossip mill works in a small town?”
Nate didn’t care. Let ’em talk. “You don’t think staying at our place last night escaped the town’s attention? How about what happened this morning? Baby, I assure you they noticed you were in Zane’s T-shirt and clinging to one of us most of the time.”
He pulled her close. This was what he’d wanted since that first day when he walked in and realized how close he would be working with her. He cuddled her close and was satisfied when she softened against him, her head lying against his shoulder. He kissed her cheek and was about to tell Zane to lock that door again when he saw the look on his partner’s face. Zane had gone white, his jaw tight. A slight tick in the muscle of his left cheek let him know his friend was deeply disturbed. After the events of the morning, he had a bad feeling who the note had come from.
Well, at least he didn’t have an erection anymore.
Callie was watching Zane now, too.
Nate sat up. “What is it?”
“Bullshit, that’s all.” Zane folded the note again, and Nate could tell he was trying for a nonchalant look. “So, we checking into a motel or what? I don’t think we should stay at Callie’s. I wouldn’t want someone chucking a fire bomb into her house.”
“Let me see the note.” Nate leaned forward. Callie hopped off his lap and went to sit in the chair beside Zane.
“Who was the note from?” Callie’s voice cajoled, her hand rubbing a circle over Zane’s denim-clad thigh.
Zane tossed the note on the desk. “He’s someone Nate and I knew a long time back.”
Nate unfolded the note, all that arousal he’d had a few moments before turning into anxiety. “Shit. How the fuck does this bastard run things from his prison cell?”
The note was from Ellis, though not in his handwriting. The “crazy-looking chick” must be one of the women from the gang.
“He probably dictated it to his lawyer.” Zane’s face was perfectly smooth. To an outsider, it would look like he didn’t care, but he could see the wheels working in Zane’s head. “You know some of those lawyers are as bad as the assholes they represent.”
The note was simple.
Give up Zane or else.
It didn’t list a place to drop him off or give them a time limit. Just a simple threat. That was Ellis’s way. He would never tell you what he was going to do. He would rather his victim wondered. Nate let his gaze find Callie. She tried to get Zane to hold her hand, but he merely squeezed it and let it go again, shifting to get out of reach.
He knew in that moment that Zane was going to leave. Oh, he wouldn’t tell them. He would wait until they weren’t watching him and he would sneak off in a stupid attempt to sacrifice himself for the greater good. It would break Callie’s heart. It wouldn’t do much good for him, either.
“We need to think about moving Callie to someplace safe.” He didn’t want to get into it with Zane while she was around. It would worry her if they came to blows, and they just might. But when she was otherwise occupied, he was going to lay down the damn law with his partner.
Zane sat forward. He seemed perfectly happy to talk about something other than that note. “Absolutely. Maybe you should take her away for a while. You know, the two of you could go on vacation, maybe to the beach.”
Or they could have this out here and now.
Callie sat back, her mouth open in shock. “I’m not leaving. This is my home. I already had this fight with Stef. Why would I leave?”
Zane’s face hardened. “Because it isn’t safe for you. I don’t know if you noticed, but someone’s tried to kill you twice in the last twenty-four hours.”
“And I’m perfectly fine, thank you.” She stood up and crossed her arms defensively over her chest. “I’m going to make some coffee and check the phones. I still have a job to do, you know.”
The minute Callie was out of sight, Nate leaned forward. “Whatever you’re thinking about doing, don’t.”
Zane’s mouth was a flat, stubborn line. “You know it’s for the best. I’ll sit in that fucking bar until they come for me. I won’t go in alone this time. I’ll pack some serious heat.”
He would go down in a blaze of glory. Nate got the message. Only he’d made a promise to himself that Zane wouldn’t go down period. “Just sit tight. I’ve got this handled.”
“Like you handled it last time?”
The words cut through Nate like a knife to his heart. He felt himself pale as though he’d gone bloodless, and his eyes weren’t looking at Zane anymore, at least not the one in front of him. He saw Zane as he’d been that afternoon, laid out on a table, his skin smoking, blood leaking out onto the floor. When he’d uncuffed his partner, the big bull had managed to get up and beat the living shit out of a couple of his tormentors. It was only when he passed out from blood loss that he went down. He’d fallen and hit his head on a mounting block and slipped into a coma.
Nate hadn’t been able to catch him in time. He could remember how hard he’d tried to get to him, how the whole world seemed to slow down, but no matter how hard he tried, he wasn’t fast enough. He’d failed so terribly.
“Did you hear me?” Zane’s rough voice brought him back to reality. “I won’t let her get hurt.”
Blood rushed back into Nate’s body, pumping through his muscles with an angry vengeance. Damn it, how much did he have to do to make up for his mistake? Should he have rushed in to save Zane, guns blazing, when they were terribly outnumbered? He’d made the right call that day when he went for backup, and he was making the right one now.
“You think I intend to throw her to the wolves to save your ass?” Resentment bubbled up. He’d put his career on hold to take care of Zane, and had the bastard once said thank you? Now he wanted to accuse him of putting Callie
in danger? “Let me tell you something, I will let them carve you up if it means sparing her a moment’s pain, do you understand?”
Zane growled, baring his teeth. “Yeah, I got it, buddy. At least we’re in agreement on something. So, I’ll go and take care of this, once and for all. I would think you would be thrilled. You get the girl and ride off into the sunset, Sheriff.”
Nate’s fists came down on his desk, making the thing shudder. “Why do you insist on killing yourself? You know what? I’m tired to death of forcing you to live. You want to give Ellis the satisfaction of taking you apart, then go the fuck ahead. Who am I to stop you?”
Zane stood, shoving the chair back against the wall. He took up a lot of space in the small office. If only he had a big brain to go along with his bulk. Nate stood, too, facing down his oldest friend in the world.
“What are you waiting for, asshole?” Nate spat the question out. “The door is that way. I’ll take care of Callie, don’t you worry about it. I’ll take her out of this two-bit town and show her a real life. We won’t remember you at all.”
He didn’t mean a word of it. Even as the words spilled from his mouth, he knew that he would miss Zane. He would miss his friend forever, and there would be a hole no one else could fill. Why was he such a stubborn ass?
Zane hesitated. His face fell, but in the space of one breath to the next, he became hard as stone. “You don’t know her at all. She’s nothing but a freaking trophy to you, rich boy. You can’t take her away from here. This is her home.”
“Her home is with me and where I decide to make it.” Even if Zane stayed, that held true. Nate was the only one of the three of them with a lick of ambition. Callie was a sweet thing, and Zane spent all of his time reading books and watching baseball. It was up to him. He would pull them along and make a brighter future for all of them. Zane and Callie had grown up without. They had no idea what real money could do for them. Callie lived in a run-down, two-bedroom cabin. Zane had grown up in a shitty apartment in a nasty section of town. When he found a proper job, Nate would make sure she had the best house they could afford, where any kids they had would have every advantage money could buy. He would use his old connections to make her comfortable in society. She would adjust.
