by Moore, M. K.
My Sheriff
A Regret South Dakota Short Story
M.K. Moore
My Sheriff (Regret, South Dakota, Book 3)
By MK Moore
© MK Moore 2019 Flirty Filth Publishing.
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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.
The use of actors, artists, movies, TV shows and song titles/lyrics throughout this book are done so for storytelling purposes and should in no way be seen as an advertisement. Trademark names are used editorially with no intention of infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.
This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Epilogue
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Other books by MK Moore
Dedicated to Amy. The Sheriff is on duty now.
Blurb
Meredith Stone is love with a man she thought she could never have.
Dallas O'Grady wants Meredith more than he's ever wanted anything.
Patience is a virtue.
These two have it in spades.
This is what happens when there is no more waiting and the sheriff takes what's his.
This is a safe and steamy novella set in Regret, South Dakota.
Chapter One
One
Meredith Stone
I really need to get my shit together and stop thinking about him. God, every single time he comes into Stone’s Throw, my family's bakery, I die inside. I want him more than my next breath. He is so beyond good looking. He consumes me and my every waking thought. I wonder who and what he does in his spare time. I know I'm setting myself up for heartbreak. I'm not dumb, I know he'd never be into a girl like me. I'm not saying it's not possible for other curvy girls to have excruciatingly hot guys into them, just not me. I don't know why I feel this way. I have friends. No one treats me differently, but sometimes none of that matters. I know I'm too plain. I'm not fashionable. I'm not even interesting.
My blonde hair is big, like straight out of the eighties but I love it. I leave my snow boots with my coat in a heap on the floor at the door. All because I hate wearing shoes inside. I compromise with unsafe for the kitchen flip-flops. I’m a bit of a slob. Even now, I'm wearing my dad's old Queen t-shirt and a pair of leggings that have seen better days. They aren't even tight anymore. They're garbage honestly, I just can't part with them. I can't part with most things. I'm a borderline hoarder, to be honest. My hair is currently pulled back in a braid and a hairnet. Classy. I'm short as fuck and on top of that, I'm too chubby for a man like him. He's 6'3, maybe taller, with short dark hair and blue eyes. I always stare at him without blinking, like I am afraid he’s gonna disappear. He probably thinks I'm insane. His neatly kept beard makes me weak in the knees. He looks like he's been chiseled from marble. I wanna lick him. Hanging out with him, through my brother in law has done nothing to curb this reaction.
Every day he orders the same exact thing without fail. A large black coffee to go and all the blueberry Danish we have on hand. I wonder if he knows I make the Danish.
Sometimes the way he looks at me gives me hope. Hope that I'm not doomed to pine away for him for the rest of my life. Why do I feel like I'm in love with him when I don't even really know him? Except I know that I do. I'm a firm believer in going with your feelings. Sheriff Dallas O'Grady is the best man I've ever known. He's kind, caring, and domineering. In all the time that I've known him, I learned everything I could about him.
My sister, Aubree, is currently on maternity leave, so it's just me baking this morning. My brother in law wasted no more time after waiting fourteen years to claim her. I don't know how Breezy did it for so long. I'm ready to go crazy after more than a year.
Since I've been eighteen for all of five hours, I wonder if it's too early to bang on the good Sheriff's front door and beg him to make me a woman? I smile and continue singing.
I'm jamming out, and by jamming out, I mean shaking my ass, to a bit of old school No Doubt, rolling out the dough, when I hear a noise that has every hair on my neck suddenly standing on end. The growl echoes in my head. Gripping my rolling pin tight, I turn. I see a shadowy figure standing in the dark corner and I can't help screaming. When he steps out of the dark, I relax.
It’s him. Oh, God he's magnificent.
He's standing there in grey sweatpants and a black Regret PD t-shirt. Where's his coat? It was negative three degrees when I left home a little while ago. I’ve seen him out of uniform, but that was jeans and t-shirts. This is super casual, and I didn't think it was possible, but somehow this is sexier.
“Mere, calm down. It's just me,” the voice I know so well says. How long has he been standing there? Did I conjure him up by thinking about him?
“Sheriff O'Grady?” I ask confused, lowering my flour-covered weapon and turning my music off.
“Back to that are we?” he asks chuckling. I roll my eyes.
“Dallas, what are you doing here? It's five in the morning. You scared the shit out of me.”
“Language, Meredith,” he says chuckling.
“Ugh, are you going to tell me why you're here or do I have to guess?” I hate when he tells me to mind my language. My parents don't even do that.
“Happy Birthday, baby,” he says, taking me by surprise. Baby? I think I’m about to explode.
“Oh. Thank you,” I say smiling. “I didn't know you even knew.”
“Of course, I know. You think I haven't been counting down the seconds since I met you?”
“And why would you be doing that?” I ask tossing the rolling pin back on the counter. “How long have you been standing in the corner?”
“I think you know why, Mere,” he says. “I've been here just as long as you have. I'm everywhere you are,” he says stepping closer to me. I take a small, barely noticeable step back.
“Are you stalking me?” Please say yes. Please say yes. God, what is wrong with me?
“You say stalking, I say protecting,” he says shrugging.
“Protecting me from what?” I ask.
“Anyone who isn't me,” he says, grinning.
“No one is out to get me,” I say rolling my eyes.
“Not true. Do you know how many men I've kept at bay while I was waiting for you to grow up?” he asks. I shake my head no. “Too many.”
“You're crazy,” I say, trying not to giggle, but I fail. My giggle fit is short lived.
“Crazy for you,” he says, and I roll my eyes. “You roll your eyes a lot, Mere.”
“Only when I'm around you,” I say honestly.
He reaches out and grabs my hips and pulls me into his hard
chest and is that his billy club? Surely not, he's in plain clothes. I gasp when I realize that's his cock and it's huge and it's hard just for me.
“I look forward to hearing that sound coming out of your mouth for the rest of my life,” he says thickly.
“What makes you think I'll be around for the rest of your life?” I ask sassily. I'm not even sure where that comes from. I think everyone in town knows I’m not going anywhere.
“Don't fucking play with me, Meredith Diane Stone. You know you belong to me,” he growls. "Everybody fucking knows." Why is his growling so fucking hot? All I can do is stare at him, unblinkingly, of course. “Answer me, woman,” he demands. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. The answer has been right there all along. I only dreamed it was possible, but this isn't a dream.
“I belong to you,” I breathe, opening my eyes. The look in his eyes should frighten me, but instead, it makes my pussy wet.
“Say it again,” he demands.
“I fucking belong to you,” I say, louder this time. The husky tone of my voice shocks me.
“Damn right,” he says before his lips crash down on mine. My arms go around his neck. He lifts me with surprising ease until my legs are wrapped around his waist, his cock digging into my clit perfectly. My flip-flops hit the floor with a reverberating slap. I don’t even have a chance to be worried that I am too heavy for him to be lifting life this. Best first kiss ever. I slide back down his body until my feet are floor again.
I have to ask myself, do I want what comes next?
Fuck, yes.
Chapter Two
Two
Dallas O'Grady
The first taste of her is just as sweet as I thought she’d be. All vanilla and spice. Finally. The girl who has haunted my dreams for eighteen months, three days, five hours and fourteen minutes is in my arms. She's beautiful, soft, and all fucking mine. Her taste in music leaves a lot to be desired though. I can’t believe I made through this time without committing a crime, to be honest. She is temptation personified. I deserve a medal for making it to her birthday. I shake my head at the mere thought of that. A sheriff doesn't deserve a medal for not breaking the law, but fuck if I didn't want to.
This kiss is epic. Her little moan makes me harder than I have ever been. I’ve been watching her for far too long without acting, but no fucking more. I keep kissing her pouty pink lips, taking my fill. I’ve earned this.
As a thirty-year-old man who enforces the law, I should’ve been able to resist the charms of the sweet, shy, sixteen, almost seventeen-year-old girl I met my first day in town, but she is my weakness. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was snowing. I had just come into the bakery for coffee to warm my bones, and there she was behind the counter. My heart stopped in my chest. When it started beating again, it was only for her.
At first, I didn’t realize she was so young. Looking back, I should have. She looked young, but I refused to believe she was jailbait until she stepped out from behind the counter in her school uniform that consisted of a short plaid skirt, a crisp white button up, black knee highs, and black clunky shoes. Her long blonde hair was pulled back away from her face. Her curvy body was accentuated with the perkiest boobs I’ve ever seen. I found myself fantasizing about what her nipples looked like. I snapped myself out of it when she left for school.
Her mom, Eve, introduced herself. She also put me out of my misery telling me that her Meredith was only sixteen and wasn’t that hard to believe. Bad timing on my part, but I was prepared to wait for her to grow the fuck up so I could plant my seed in her and watch it become our child. Since I am friends with Cal, her now brother in law, we have gone out in a group setting tons of times. Or we hung out as a group at Cal and Bree’s house. I feel like we’ve been dating for a while now. It’s like they knew she was mine and helped me keep her away from other men.
I know everything there is to know about her. I’ve had nothing but my depraved thoughts and my hand to keep me company all this time. She still has a month or so of high school left, but she’s an adult now. She’s mine and I am going to see more than just her nipples. Her sweet cunt is calling out to me. She is grinding her pussy on my hard as hell cock, looking for relief and I am the only man to give it to her. Ever.
Come hell or high water, my cock is the only one she’ll ever know. I spent my formative years dodging the blows of both of my drug addicted parents. I swore to never be like them. I focused my life on being an upstanding citizen. I went to college and the police academy and as such, I’ve never had time for women. She’s the only woman I will ever be with and that will only end when death parts us. She’ll be my wife as soon as humanly possible.
I trail my kisses down her neck, before breaking away from her. I pull her hair net out but leave the sexy as sin braid.
“I’m not going to be able to give you sweet or slow this first time. Are you ready to take my cock, baby?” I am on edge.
“Oh God, yes,” she moans grabbing my shirt and pulling my face back to hers. I kiss her again before pulling back. I pull her retro Queen t-shirt off of her and reach behind her pulling open her bra and tossing it away too. I suck in a breath at my first sight of her peach-colored nipples. My imagination had absolutely nothing on what I’m seeing. I palm one of her heavy tits while swirling my tongue around her rapidly hardening nipple. “Dallas,” she whispers. Her voice is husky and thick. Her lust for me is evident and I reciprocate ten times over.
“Yeah, baby?” I grunt.
“Now, please. I can’t wait anymore,” she begs. I pull my shirt over my head. “Oh. My. God. Is that real?” she asks running her fingers over the tattoo on my chest. Her name is emblazoned on my chest for all the world to see, though no one has. I got it done at my buddy, Miles’ shop in Bleak, Minnesota. It’s a good seven hours from here, but the Queen of Hearts Ink shop is so worth the trip. I have several tats, all done by him or one of his siblings. Miles did this one.
“It’s real, baby.”
“What? Why?” she asks.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet?” I ask. She shakes her head, so I continue. “I knew you were the one for me the moment I laid eyes on you. You are everything, Meredith.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asks' tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill.
“Oh, baby. You were just sixteen years old,” I say running my fingertips along her cheek. She shivers and it turns me on more. I have a feeling everything she does is going to turn me on. From here on out, I’ll be in a constant state of hardness.
“You still could have said something. So that I'd know this wasn’t one-sided,” she says.
“And how would that conversation have gone?” I ask.
“Okay, I get it, but still,” she says smiling.
“We have a lot of time for me to make it up to you, starting now.”
“Now?”
“Yeah, baby. Right fucking now.” I kiss her again and slide my hand into her pants. I growl when she’s not wearing any panties. “Damn baby, is all this for me?”
“I don’t see anyone else here,” she says sassily.
“Damn right,” I say working her pants down her hips, she giggles as they hit the floor. When she is naked before me, I take a deep breath. This is my view for the rest of my life. I am a motherfucking lucky man indeed. I kick my shoes off and pull my sweatpants down.
“Is all that for me?” she asks grinning.
“I don’t see anyone else here," I say chuckling throwing her own words back at her. "But fuck yes. Only you.”
I kiss her again while lifting her up again, she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I walk with her over to the nearest wall and press her back up against it. It’s brick, but she doesn’t seem to mind. I know that I should figure something else out, but I can't wait a second longer. It’s gotta be like this here because I know my girl. No asses on the counter. She’d be disinfecting this kitchen for months. She's messy, disorganized, and a packrat, bu
t somehow, she manages to keep things pristine.
“You should put me down. I’m too heavy,” she says, sounding distressed.
“Shut that shit down, now. I won’t hear of it. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And I won't tolerate that shit from anyone, not even you. Got it?” She smiles and rolls her eyes again. Why is that so fucking hot?
“Yes, Sir,” she says kissing me. I shift her body and the tip of my cock slips inside of her. Damn, she's sexy as hell.
“You are mine, Meredith. You are perfect for me. Tell me what I need to hear,” I demand.
“I’m yours,” she says shifting her hips and taking more of me inside of her. Her velvety pussy feels like home. She breaks her cherry on my cock and after giving her some time to adjust, I slam into her over and over.
Her swollen little pussy welcomes me on each thrust. I feel my orgasm rising from the tips of my fucking toes. Every muscle in my body clenches in anticipation. I can see the cords of muscle in my arms straining as I slam in and out of her.
“I love you,” I shout as she comes apart around me, she screams my name as she does. I fill her with my seed.
That vision I’ve been having of her round with our child is one step closer to fruition.
Chapter Three
Three
Meredith
Did he just say that he loves me? My mind races. Men don't say that unless they mean it right? That’s what I’ve heard anyways.
“I love you, too,” I reply because I do. I know that all the time we’ve spent together has made it seem like this isn’t fast at all. He's still inside me, hard and I want more of him. As I flex my pussy around him, he groans. I jump when I hear the back door open.
