by Lee Rose
He put his arms around her waist and flipped her over and leaned her over the arm of the couch so her ass was up in the air. It was so soft and smooth and round. He couldn’t resist giving it a quick slap. “Ow.” She laughed, rubbing the spot with her hand. “No fair. I didn’t do anything.”
Her pussy was wet, allowing him to plunge right in. He loved looking at her ass in this position. He gave her ass another squeeze while pumping his cock right into her pussy. “Your ass is amazing, darlin’.”
She shook her head and complained. “It’s too big.”
“Bite your tongue, darlin’. It’s perfect.” He rubbed his finger into her pussy, coating it with her juices, then put it in her little pink hole, moving slowly in and out so she could get used to the sensation of being touched there.
“That feels strange.” It her hurt for a second but her body adjusted to the feeling and then she liked it. It felt forbidden and naughty. He added another finger, and she felt the pinch, but it turned her on more. She’d never had anal sex before, but with Ryan she was willing to try it. She trusted him to make it good for her. “Oh, Ryan, make me forget everything but you!”
Ryan pumped into her fast and hard. She felt his balls hit her ass as he drove into her. Lacy felt the burn and pinch. It was intense and hot but not painful. She whimpered with the sensations she felt, so erotically different than anything she had ever experienced before, so forbidden and naughty. She knew Ryan was giving her time to adjust to the feeling, going in slowly. Lacy heard him groaning with the strain of fighting the urge to slam into her.
“Relax your muscles, darlin’, and push out. If it hurts too much I’ll stop,” he told her. Lacy was so tight but he was determined to give her pleasure before he took his own. Ryan inched in slowly until he felt a pop and was all the way in. “Oh, darlin’, I hope I can last. You are so amazing, Lacy.”
She grabbed the edge of the couch tightly and held on while Ryan grabbed her by her waist and started pumping his cock slowly in and out. It burned slightly but her body soon adjusted to the feeling. She felt full. It was so intense to think of him being in her ass this way, but she was quickly getting accustomed to the feeling and she was learning to like it.
“Are you okay, baby? Want me to stop?” he asked her as he strained to keep it slow and not slam into her hard and fast the way he wanted to. His body was damp with sweat.
“No,” she groaned. “Keep going. It’s starting to feel so awesome and amazing.” She had never been tempted to try anal sex before and she was glad she waited for Ryan. He was taking such care with her.
He pumped into her, picking up the pace. He knew he wouldn’t last long. Lacy was gripping him tightly, milking him hard with her muscles. It was an intense feeling that he loved.
Ryan grabbed Lacy’s hips and started pumping harder and harder. Lacy’s loud moans were turning Ryan on more. He loved pleasing his woman. He reached in front and rubbed his finger back and forth on her clit. She was so wet.
Lacy could feel her orgasm building up, her body was tightening up. She was ready to explode. “Oh God, Ryan, I can’t hold it anymore!”
“Then don’t,” Ryan answered simply. He could feel his own body beginning to burst with passion. “Let go and I’ll catch you, darlin’,” he promised her.
She felt him tighten up and heard him shout her name, then she felt his seed spill in her. She gave in as her own climax exploded and slumped down on the couch, feeling satisfied and replete.
“I’m not sure I can walk,” Lacy whispered. “You are an amazing man, Sheriff.”
“Let me help you, darlin’,” Ryan said. He was still breathing hard and his legs felt kind of weak. She had robbed him of all his strength. Right at this moment all was right in their world. They were two beings with no worries, surrounded by love, even if it was unspoken.
Ryan carried her into the bedroom. Lacy fell asleep before he reached the bed, so he set her down gently. He went and showered quickly and got a warm washcloth to clean her up. She grumbled when he did, but he thought it was adorable and kissed her nose. He lay under the covers with her. She stayed asleep but he stayed awake for a while, just enjoying the soft whisper of her breath on his neck and her warm body cuddled next to his. He felt peace sweep across his soul. He was home. Damn, he had it bad. It happened so fast but he knew what he was feeling was real. He no longer had doubts he could settle down with one woman. He wanted Lacy and only Lacy. Logan and Gabe would never let him live it down if they saw the goofy grin on his face right now, and he didn’t even care.
* * * *
Chico stepped off the bus in his disguise. He had jeans, a plain white T-shirt, sunglasses, and a baseball cap. Hopefully he looked like a tourist. He took a look around and didn’t see much except a few small buildings. What a hick town, he thought to himself. There weren’t many people outside and where were the traffic, noises, and neon lights? This was going to be a piece of cake. He smiled. Was there even law enforcement here or just rent-a-cops? He walked down the street but kept his head down and saw no bars and no hotels. There were plenty of woods around, he noticed. He’d have to find a perfect place to hide. He couldn’t afford to be seen walking around this tiny town. He needed to make plans so he could find Lacy Martinez and kill her. Then he was going to start his life over somewhere new.
Chapter Ten
Lacy had had the most wonderful day with Ryan in St. Clair. She’d never had so much fun. They held hands and walked around the town, exploring like tourists. He bought her a huge pumpkin that they could barely carry and promised to carve it for her. She bought Stella a baby gift, and for the first time she could see herself settling down and having babies.
Ryan took her to a small Italian restaurant. It was so romantic with red-and-white checkered tablecloths and candles. He got them a quiet table in the back. They sat close together and laughed and joked and talked quietly. He fed her shrimp and she sucked on his finger, which turned him on, and he threatened to take her right there in the restaurant if she didn’t behave. She laughed and fell deeper in love. This was it for her. She wanted to spend her life making Ryan smile and laugh. If only her mom had lived to meet him, but Lacy felt peace in her heart that her mom knew Lacy had found love.
They watched the sun set then headed back home, feeling refreshed and relaxed. Ryan promised her that next time they would stay the night or drive on to St. Louis and see the arch. When he made plans like that with her it gave her hope that he, too, saw a future for them.
Once they were back in Appledale, reality intruded quickly. Lacy had just gotten out of the shower and was brushing her hair and Ryan had just gotten back from checking on his mom when Logan called. Ryan frowned. Lacy looked so shiny and clean and all he wanted to do was take her to bed and stay there all night but his duties as a sheriff had to come first. “Ryan here,” he answered gruffly and sighed. “Okay, be right there. I’m at Lacy’s place. I’ll just walk over.”
Lacy looked at him with fear, expecting something bad but he hugged her and kissed her forehead softly. “Nothing to worry about, darlin’, just a break-in at Clyde’s. Probably teenagers who got bored and decided to cause trouble; it’s happened before. Keep the door locked and don’t answer it unless it’s me. Got it?”
She nodded and locked the door after him. She knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep, so she sat on the couch wrapped in a blanket to wait for him and said a little prayer for his and his deputies’ safety.
Ryan walked around the block to Clyde’s General Store. It was getting dark earlier and the temperature was dropping in the evenings making it colder. He looked around but everything seemed quiet and normal. He couldn’t afford to let his guard drop as long as there was a possibility of Chico coming this way. He didn’t want Lacy to know how worried he really was about this situation. Of course Chico would try and eliminate his only witness. Even Detective Garcia warned him to be on the lookout. They all suspected Chico would make an attempt to get to Lacy. He had nothing to lose sin
ce he was already a wanted man.
He found Logan and Gabe in the back of the store looking around.
“Back door was kicked in,” Gabe reported once he got there. “Some water, food, and camping supplies are missing, according to Clyde’s son, but the cash register wasn’t even touched.”
“Think it’s Chico?” Logan asked with a frown, looking around the store. Not much was taken or messed with. What kind of thief didn’t take money?
“Yeah. Clyde hasn’t had a break-in since those teenagers broke the window to steal beer last summer,” Ryan answered, running his hands through his hair. Chico was here. He could feel it burning in his gut. Who else would just steal food and camping equipment?
“Yeah, and after Gabe had his talk with them they were scared shitless.” Logan laughed. They had put the three teens in a cell overnight to scare them.
“Damn straight,” Gabe said smugly. “They behaved after that, didn’t they?”
“See if Ethan will help us out. I think our guy is here. I’ll call Detective Garcia in the morning and let him know,” Ryan said with a heavy sigh. At least now they knew for sure Chico was here, and that was better than waiting around like a sitting duck and guessing what would come next. Since Chico was foolish enough to come in to his territory, he was going to pay the price.
Ethan White was Gabe’s friend. They served in the military together and he helped the police out as needed. Ryan trusted Ethan. Gabe nodded. “I’ll call him. He knows what’s going on. I told him just in case we needed his help. This guy has to be hiding in the woods if he took camping supplies. We know he didn’t check into the bed and breakfast.” Ethan’s Aunt Mary ran the bed and breakfast and already knew to be on the lookout for strangers. Plus Ethan lived in a cottage behind the big Victorian house. “We have a lot of wooded area to cover so we’ll start at daylight.”
Gabe left to contact Ethan. The sooner they got started, the quicker they could catch this guy.
Logan slapped Ryan on the shoulder. “We’ll get him, Ryan. His days of selling drugs and terrorizing women are gonna be over for good. We’ll help you protect Lacy.”
“Thanks. Lacy means everything to me,” he admitted to Logan. “She’s it for me, Logan. I want to marry that girl.”
“I knew it,” said Logan, laughing out loud. “I saw the way you looked at me that day we took her statement and I drove her to work. If looks could kill, I wouldn’t be here to help you right now. I knew if I took her out you’d get over your unnecessary guilt over Emma. Everyone saw Emma for what she was except you. Lacy is nothing like her.”
“You’ll fall in love one day Logan,” he told Logan with a grin, glad he had such good friends standing behind him. “Then it will be my turn to interfere.”
“Never,” Logan assured him, shaking his head. “There are too many lovely ladies out there for me to just pick one.”
“I’d better get back. Lacy is probably waiting up and worried,” Ryan told him. Logan was waiting for Clyde and his son to come and fix the door. “See you in the morning.”
He walked back to the apartment quickly, his head filled with worry but still on alert and looking around the dark streets. He needed to hold Lacy in his arms to reassure himself that she was safe, and he would do whatever it took to keep her that way. He needed to find a way to tell her he loved her and wanted to spend his life with her.
* * * *
Chico was getting cranky from hiding in the woods. He stumbled upon an old deserted barn and set up camp. He was cold and bored and there were weird noises in the woods. What a shitty town. Nothing fun to do here. It closed down at dusk and looked like a ghost town. Where were all the bars and girls and lights? He saw two deputy dorks and a sheriff driving around. He had followed Lacy once and she went into a little restaurant. He hadn’t wanted to go in there with all those people to kidnap her, and it wasn’t open at night. Besides, he wanted to catch her alone. Maybe she wasn’t so dumb after all, ’cause she stuck closer to the sheriff than glue. And she was hot. He liked his women with big tits. Why had he never taken her back in Detroit? Maybe he’d have some fun with her now before he killed her. Now that sounded like a plan. That will make up for my pain and suffering, he told himself, taking the supplies he stole back to his hideout. Soon we will meet, Lacy—real soon.
Chapter Eleven
Lacy went to visit Liz’s shop after work to get a costume for the upcoming Halloween party. She needed a distraction from her upset over last night’s events.
Lacy wanted something simple, so she tried on a silky black dress that ended just above her knees and only had a hint of cleavage with short sleeves. She didn’t want anything too revealing, but she wanted to look good for Ryan at the same time. She wondered if Emma would be there and hoped not. That would ruin the party for sure. Hopefully Emma had the sense to not show up and cause trouble.
“What do you think?” she asked Liz, looking into one of the mirrors, twirling around. She felt sexy in the dress. “All I need is a witch’s hat, maybe a broom. Then I can reuse the dress again someday.”
“You are one hot mama. Ryan might not let you go to the party after all,” Liz told Lacy as she whistled. “You picked the perfect dress.”
Lacy looked over her shoulder at Liz and winked playfully and said, “Don’t you know Latin girls are caliente?”
“What do you have planned, Liz?” Lacy asked her friend.
“I have an angel costume already. A pretty white glittery dress complete with wings and a halo,” Liz answered with a smile. “I bought it last year when I went back home to visit.”
“I gave in to Stella’s pressure and went out with Stanley’s boss last night,” Liz continued. “He was so obnoxious and vain but I don’t want to tell Stella that. She’ll be so disappointed. I’m doomed to be an old maid and have cats.” Liz sighed dramatically.
“You are not! You are too smart and beautiful to end up alone. The right guy is out there. You’ll meet him when you least expect it,” Lacy said with confidence, the way Ally had said the same to her not too long ago. Liz was beautiful and sophisticated and smart. “Maybe you’ll meet someone at Ally’s party. The whole town is expected from what Ally says. As for Stella, just tell her there was no romantic connection. She’ll understand. Nothing can bring that girl down from cloud nine right now.”
Liz shrugged and agreed with Lacy. Stella was so happy with her pregnancy. Liz hoped she would meet someone at the party but she didn’t want to get her hopes up. She was used to being alone, but it would be nice to have someone to share her life with. She had good friends but they all had men in their lives. She looked out the window for a few minutes then looked at Lacy thoughtfully. “So does Ryan know you have someone following you? What’s the story, girlfriend. Is Emma making that much of a nuisance of herself?” Lacy had told her about Emma going to the diner and the incident at Thorn’s.
Lacy sighed and saw Ethan sitting on a bench across the street, watching the store closely. She was glad he stayed within sight but didn’t follow her in the store, giving her the privacy she needed. Ryan insisted on someone shadowing her when she told him of her plans to visit Liz after work, and nothing she said would make him change his mind. She hated the thought of burdening other people with her problems, but Ethan had assured her he didn’t mind when Ryan introduced them at the diner earlier. Ethan was a lot like Gabe. He didn’t say much but his eyes were everywhere, searching for anything not right. He was a big man, tall and husky and very handsome. This town sure knows how to grow handsome men, she mused. But she was comforted by his presence.
She had learned her sweet sheriff had a stubborn side to him. Last night when he had come back she had known something was wrong right away. He was tense and quiet, too quiet. At first he refused to tell her anything, but she demanded the truth and that led to their first argument.
Lacy was frustrated at his refusal to be honest and share with her what was really going on and had argued with him. “Ryan, knowing the truth wou
ld be easier than imagining the terrible things that could be going on. This is my life in danger. I have the right to know if Chico is here and I hate how you hold things back from me!” she said angrily, with tears in her eyes. “Have I given you the impression that I’m so weak I will break down the minute you tell me something bad?”
Finally, he had given in to her tears, hugging her tightly, his body trembling with emotion. He was worried but he hadn’t wanted Lacy to know anything because he wanted to protect her. It was his job not only as the sheriff but as her man to keep Chico away from her.
“Okay, you’re right,” he admitted, letting her go and starting to pace, running his hands through his hair with worry. “I’m sorry and I know you are not a weakling. You got away from Chico once and ended up here. I just want to protect you from everything bad in the world, but you deserve to know the truth.”
So he sat with her on the couch and told her about the break-in and what they suspected. Yes, she was scared but at least she now knew to be alert at all times. She was tired of living her life being terrified of a bully, and that was exactly what Chico was. She would live through this because life was worth fighting for. There would always be ups and downs in life, but she still had to keep on living and not trying to hide the way she had been. She had learned that lesson this last year with all that had happened to her. If Chico thought he was dealing with the same scared little girl that avoided any confrontations, then he was in for a big surprise!
“Why don’t you teach me self-defense moves? I knew a lot of the girls where I worked in Detroit took classes. They invited me, but I never went with them,” she told Ryan. Now she wished she had gone to those classes instead of sitting home feeling sorry for herself.
“We’ll see,” he answered vaguely and Lacey felt disappointed. She’d bring it up again later. It is a good idea, but one battle at a time, she told herself. Her stubborn sheriff was going to have to learn that she was no fragile doll and didn’t like being treated as one. She was strong and she refused to be treated like an empty-headed twit.
