Sexy Lexy
A Handcuffs and Lace Story
By
Aurora Rose Lynn
Resplendence Publishing, LLC
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Sexy Lexy
Copyright © 2010, Aurora Rose Lynn
Edited by Michele Paulin
Cover art by Chel Hickerty
Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-119-1
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Electronic release: February 2010
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter One
Nothing much happened in the small town of Cedar Ridge where the summer heat now took its humid toll on man and beast alike. Joey Hansen, the town’s sheriff, didn’t think anything of it when he pulled to the side of the deserted two-lane highway behind a red Porsche that appeared to be having engine trouble. With interest, he noted the sporty car’s personalized license plate read SXY LXY, but he wasn’t expecting anything unusual. He should have known better.
The Porsche’s hood was up, so when he stepped from his cruiser, he didn’t immediately see anyone. When he rounded the front of the vehicle, he saw a woman, tall and slender, bent over, checking on something in the engine. She straightened and faced him. He’d never in his life seen her, but his heart stopped beating.
There wasn’t much of the shiny, gold, provocative mini-dress covering her shapely butt. His eyes feasted on her long, long legs, which ended in six-inch high heels. Her toenails were painted crimson red. Sweet mercy, the driver of SXY LXY was more than a man could handle, the equivalent of a pinup poster on some horny teenage kid’s bedroom door. Her breasts were big and pressed against the fabric of the mini-dress. Her hair was true blonde, the silky strands windswept, and her heart-shaped lips were slightly parted. Her sexy blue eyes sparkled and held a bucketful’s worth of mischievousness that set his bullshit radar on full alert.
His cock immediately came to attention and ached something fierce to get under SXY LXY’s mini dress, which left little to his imagination. The blood roared in his brain. He couldn’t have dreamed her even in his wildest fantasies.
Joey couldn’t think of one word to say. He opened his mouth several times, croaked, and helplessly closed it again. How could any woman leave a man tongue-tied, his brain sizzling and incapable of the simplest thought?
“My car,” she began, her voice as sultry and beautiful as she was. “There’s something wrong with it.” Her super-long eyelashes fluttered and veiled her dancing eyes.
Joey found himself holding his breath. His blood pressure was at an all time high. And he still couldn’t speak, but he had to say something. SXY LXY was waiting, her lips slightly parted.
She took the initiative. “Oh, you poor baby. You need some TLC.”
Closing the distance between them with a couple of quick steps, she reached out and ran a trail of burning fire from his left shoulder to his heart. The heat from her hot palm seared through him, but he was still speechless.
She blinked several times. “I’m so glad you came along.” She paused and blew out a small sigh. “I love a man in uniform.”
“Yeah,” Joey managed in a thin, reedy voice.
“Oh? You don’t believe me?” Her gaze, languorous and playful, flicked over his. Her palm rested over his rapidly beating heart. “It’s so lonely on this road here. It’s almost as if everyone fell asleep.”
Though she was in high heels, the top of her head barely came to his nose. She weaved her fingers down his chest to his belt. Joey held his breath again. He needed to stop her, to take control of the situation as he’d been trained to do, but his ability had inexplicably vanished. SXY LXY could touch him anywhere she desired, and he wouldn’t be able to stop her, he was so enthralled by her femininity.
Several times, she tapped on his walkie-talkie. “Should I call someone? Maybe the dispatcher?”
Mutely, he shook his head. Heaven forbid she’d call Battleaxe Bertha, telling her that Joey had a hard-on and didn’t know what to do with it.
SXY LXY’s hand slowly traveled lower, exploring, past his leather belt and along the crotch seam of his navy-blue trousers. Her fingers stroked along the length of his pulsing cock, arousing him to fever pitch.
“I love the way a uniformed man packs his gun,” she murmured, her gaze meeting his.
“I, uh, thought there’s something wrong with your car,” he whispered. His balls had never in his life hurt as badly as they were hurting now.
The wind picked up and a breeze toyed with the lower strands of her hair as if matching her mischief. Joey imagined running his fingers through the silky strands as he kissed those plump, all-too-inviting lips.
“Something wrong with the car?” Her eyelashes fluttered. “Oh yes. I can’t start it.”
Despite his better judgment, knowing she was working him and helpless to prevent it, he asked, “Did the engine turn over?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know anything about engines.”
You sure know enough about getting mine revved up.
At least her hand was now on safer territory, lingering over the flat of his stomach.
“Let me see if I can start it for you,” he mumbled, exerting great effort to step away from the blonde bombshell. Funny, he didn’t normally care for blondes and went for brunettes or redheads instead.
His knees trembled as he made his way to the driver’s side of the car, got in, stretched out his leg and pressed his foot on the gas pedal.
“Darn car,” he grumbled. Why wouldn’t it start? He stared at his polished, black shoe.
SXY LXY hunkered down. A sideways glance gave him a good view of her shapely thighs and a peek at her lace-edged panties. Or was it a thong? Did she shave her pubic hair or not? His mouth went dry with hunger. Sweet mercy but he was in trouble.
She set her palm on his upper thigh and asked sweetly, “Would it help to turn the key in the ignition?”
Fire shot through him at her light touch and her lovely face tilted upward expectantly. “Uh, yeah, right.” Was he stupid or what? How could he forget such a simple thing? He turned the key, and the car purred to life.
With that, he regained some of his equilibrium. “There’s not a thing wrong with this vehicle.”
How would he get up with her slim hand on his thigh so near his painfully, pulsing erection?
“As I said, I don’t understand a thing about engines.” Her sparkling blue eyes riveted on his.
Joey couldn’t understand why he was so tongue-tied when he usually dealt matter-of-factly with emergencies. Yet this wasn’t an emergency, not a law-related one anyway. Maybe the woman needed to be laid, but that wasn’t a crisis. Or was it?
“I’ve got to get going,” he mumbled in a hoarse tone, sneaking a peek at the juncture of her thighs. Lord, have mercy!
“Don’t you want to know my name?” SXY LXY didn’t look at him while she spoke. She stroked his thigh with crimson-red nails. She was a hungry she-cat on the loose, and he was her solitary, mesmerize
d prey.
Joey wanted to get the hell out before he did something stupid like kiss those soft, glossy lips. He said the first thing that came to mind. “I could arrest you for harassment.”
Not likely, but hell, she won’t know.
Shit, but he shouldn’t have said that. Her blue gaze danced, and her eyelashes fluttered. “Will that include a strip search?”
He almost choked and began coughing uncontrollably.
SXY LXY patted his shoulder comfortingly. “There, there,” she soothed.
She’d moved just enough that Joey could angle around her and make a quick getaway as he coughed, his hand covering his mouth. Without a backward glance, he slammed into the cruiser’s driver seat and jammed his foot on the gas pedal.
His head swam with visions of SXY LXY spread-eagled against the car as he tugged the scanty fabric of her panties down her legs. The erotic images of her in his bed, her legs parted as he straddled her, did nothing to calm him.
He lifted his water bottle to his lips and took a long drink. The water was too warm and tasted awful. He threw the bottle onto the passenger seat, wishing he could as easily do the same with the X-rated images of SXY LXY.
* * * *
Amber Wyeth rose, leaned against her car and watched Joey drive away in a flurry of gravel and swirling dust.
“That was fun,” she said sarcastically to herself, rubbing her palms together.
He hadn’t recognized her, which didn’t disturb her overly much but left her feeling sad and wondering why she’d returned to a small town she hated and had left as an eighteen year old. She’d promised never to return, but she wanted sweet revenge on Joseph Hansen for not showing up on their prom night. Hadn’t she fallen deeply in love with him? Hadn’t she wanted to be everything to him, to make love to him until they grew old together? She’d spent half that evening pretending she wasn’t a wallflower at the high school gym and the other half on her bed, crying her heart out that the one guy she really liked in all of Cedar Ridge hadn’t even bothered to call her and tell her she wasn’t his type.
She sat in the Porsche, slipped on a pair of designer sunglasses, glanced over her shoulder to check for traffic, then pulled out onto the highway. Her hair whipped in the wind. Try as she might, she couldn’t relegate the troubling memories of her childhood into the back of her mind.
In high school, Amber had been the quiet, shy, overweight girl, and as soon as she’d graduated, she left the lack of opportunities and the gossip in this town behind. It hadn’t been her fault her mother had been making out with the mayor when he was already married with kids Amber’s age. The townspeople whispered behind her back that she would be just like her mother, but Amber had no intention of stepping into anyone’s well-worn shoes.
She floored the gas pedal, and the car shot ahead. She didn’t want to admit it, but she wanted to take some form of revenge. The townsfolk of Cedar Ridge had shunned not only her mother, but also her daughter, the young Amber. For a teenager, that had hurt an awful lot, and still did. However, her plan was already falling apart. It had taken only one look at Joey to know she wanted to have sex with him at least once.
Despite his speechlessness, he was devastatingly handsome with muscled biceps and thighs that nearly busted out of his uniform. She hadn’t been lying when she’d told him she loved men in uniform. And oh yum, he had a large package, which had gone rigid against her questing palm.
Amber sighed. Maybe he hadn’t had sex in a while. She hadn’t, and this one time, she was looking for some fun, not a serious relationship. With his history, Joey wasn’t cut out for long-term commitment. Hadn’t she experienced that at the prom?
She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. Joey hadn’t shown the slightest interest in her. He’d spoken only a few words to her, and she’d hardly made sense of them. Didn’t a sheriff know how to start a car, that you had to turn the key in the ignition before it would start? Apparently, since he’d fled, he’d known how to get his car going. In a great big hurry, too.
Maybe she needed to go back home to Portland and quit wasting her time in Cedar Ridge. Her agent would have more modeling jobs than Amber could handle, and she could fly anywhere in the world she wanted, which was an added bonus. Why in the heck did Joey matter so much?
Because he didn’t turn up for your prom. That’s why. He owes me. He owes me for the time I wasted in getting to look good for him that night in that slinky bare-back dress, for all the hours I spent crying that no one, not even Joey, wanted me on that special night.
She couldn’t let herself return to the painful memories again. Hadn’t she washed her hands of the snooty folks in Cedar Ridge when she’d left?
Snippets of a Christmas song began to play over and over again in her head. There’s no place like home for the holidays. It might be the middle of the summer and definitely not a holiday, but she was at home, and the drive back to Portland would be a long one if she left now. She might as well spend the night at Mrs. Hubert’s motel and dream about handsome Joey Hansen.
Chapter Two
There she was again. Sexy, blonde and curvaceous. Was SXY LXY in trouble for real this time? He swallowed hard. He’d have run her plate yesterday, which was normally standard procedure if his sixth sense alerted him that something was off, but he’d hadn’t felt threatened in any way. SXY LXY wasn’t the dangerous kind.
The little red Porsche wove into the left lane, over the dotted yellow divider line and into the other lane before weaving back. Joey decided the professional thing to do was to pull over the car over and ask pointed questions.
He tried not to think about yesterday when he’d done what any sheriff on a lonely two-lane highway would have. He’d lusted after a stranger who had left him panting, unable to think clearly and efficiently. The memory left him reeling for breath and setting his coffee mug on the dashboard with shaky fingers.
He flashed his cruiser’s siren lights, and as he’d hoped, SXY LXY pulled off onto the side of the road where lady ferns and tall sagebrush waved in the stiff breeze. Joey’s feet hit the pavement, and he started praying it would be anyone but the blonde woman driving the car.
Sweet mercy, if she’s in the car again, I’ll have to arrest her.
For what?
For being so damned sexy, that’s what! For having the nerve to tamper with my eyeballs and give me another mega hard-on.
The sport car’s door opened. Joey saw a pair of long, long legs plant themselves on the hard ground. What was she wearing today? Black, flowered leotards? The heels were even higher today. He gulped.
He wasn’t willing to play the helpless fool again. This time he’d come prepared. His ticket book was in hand, and he resolved that she wouldn’t be able to overwhelm him and cause him to lose self-control.
The woman stepped out of the car in a fluid, graceful motion and gave him a sultry, wicked smile. Joey swallowed so hard; he thought he’d die. A flimsy piece of black lace covered her body. Barely. Every curve was accentuated, from her throat, to the fullness of her breasts, to her thighs.
She tossed her head to one side, and the silky blonde waterfall cascaded in a sheer curtain, giving her a tousled, just kissed appearance.
“Sheriff, to what do I owe the pleasure of our meeting?” Her voice matched her barely there clothes. Provocative, breathtaking, lurid. An open invitation if he’d ever heard one.
He refused to play although his cock certainly had other ideas—like taking SXY LXY right there beside her car or handcuffing her hands behind her back and giving her what she wanted, a strip search. He hardened so painfully, he sucked in a breath.
She began to stroll toward him.
Unable to handle the consequences if she neared him, he ordered, “Stop right there.”
Thankfully, she stopped walking. She didn’t stay still though. She angled her hand to her collarbone, grazed a frisky line toward the top of her breast and gave him a pout.
He didn’t know what possessed him, but he ground ou
t loud enough for her to hear, “Stop that, too.”
Her eyes sparkled, and Joey knew he was lost. The devil in black lace body wear had come out to play with him, and she wasn’t about to let go.
“I want your driver’s license and your vehicle registration.” He’d never forget the SXY LXY license plate as long as he lived.
Slowly, her hand wandered in between her breasts, and she gave him a wanton look. She wasn’t as innocent as she made herself out to be, he told himself. The owner of SXY LXY was playing him. Hadn’t she admitted as much yesterday when she’d said she loved men in uniforms?
She turned around and, God help him, wiggled her peach-shaped ass at him.
“No!” he shouted, almost foaming at the mouth. He’d get the registration himself. If he didn’t, SXY LXY would do everything in her feminine power to seduce him with her man-ravishing moves.
She turned around, each movement calculated to drive him out of his mind with lust.
“No what?” she asked, placing her index finger on her lower lip and widening her eyes.
There! She was doing it again!
“I’ll get them myself,” he grumbled. Was she drunk, and that’s why she was acting so darned sexy? No, that was impossible. Then why had she been driving her car so erratically?
To snag you, fool.
“But you don’t know where they are,” she protested, her voice as erotic as ever.
“Might as well be listening to fingernails on a chalk board,” Joey mumbled, irritated at her and himself. Why couldn’t SXY LXY have found someone else to play sinfully decadent and sensuous games with? Aloud, he said, “Don’t worry. I’ll find them.”
On his knees, he scrambled into the driver’s seat of her car and pulled down the sun visor. Most people kept their registration there, and sometimes their driver’s licenses.
Bingo, here was the registration, and sweet mercy, SXY LXY planted her hot palms on each of his ass cheeks. Frustrated, he ground his teeth together and glanced over his shoulder. All he could see was the body stocking. She was his temptress. He had to get out of the suffocating car as quickly as possible and away from this woman’s questing hands.
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