Small Town Hero

by J L Belcher

  “True,” she giggles. “That’s… Oh god,” she groans. “That’s a conversation I’m not wanting to have in the morning over breakfast.”

  Max lays back on the bed and rolls over so he’s lying on top of her.

  “Just lay here and don’t move,” he grins and walks over near the door where he stripped out of his clothing.

  “Oh my, Constable.” Her eyes wander all over his glorious nakedness. “Damn, if being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as charged,” she mumbles under her breath.”

  Max grins, “What was that? Did you just say I was sexy?” He looks down his body at his cock, “You mean this here,” he grabs hold of his cock. “You like what you see?” He starts to stroke his cock slowly, teasing her, never taking his eyes off hers as she watches his every move.

  “Um… Yeah, I do.”

  “Well, we better move this along before I finish this before we even get started.”

  Max picks his shirt up off the floor. “Claire, do you trust me?”

  “Maybe. I think so. I mean, you are a policeman, so yeah. Sure. I trust you. Why?”

  He twists his shirt and uses it as a blindfold on her. “Is this alright?”

  Hesitating for a second, Claire touches the blindfold as if she’s about to take it off. But instead, she lowers her arms to her side.

  “What now Constable Larson? I’ve

  been a bad, bad girl.”

  Max groans, “I think we’ll need to save that game for another time. Right now, I want you to enjoy what you’ve been missing out on for so long. Lay back and let me take care of you. If you want me stop at any time, just say stop.”

  “Okay. But why the blindfo… Ohhh… my god,” she bites her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out.

  She spreads her legs a little wider as Max makes himself more comfortable between her thighs. Kissing his way further up and closer to Claire’s womanhood.

  He runs his nose from side to side on her sensitive clit before taking it between his lips and sucking.

  Claire bites harder on her lower lip, groaning, feeling the need to scream out at the top of her lungs as she climaxes for the third time tonight. A pleasurable feeling she thought she may never feel again. She runs her hands through his hair, gripping a good handful and pulling him in closer.

  “Max…” Her eyes roll back into her head.

  He places one last kiss there, then leaving a trail of kisses up her stomach and in the valley between her soft breasts.

  “I’m sorry, Claire. I need you. I need to be buried inside you now.”

  Without any time for Claire to register what Max had said, he was buried deep inside her wet pussy. He rests his forehead against hers and inhales a deep breath as he tries to slow down and control the urge to climax too soon. He removes the blindfold and tosses it to the side.

  “Claire, open your eyes for me. I want to look into your eyes while you cum.” When she opens her eyes, Max starts rocking into her, slow and steady to begin with before neither of them can take it anymore. As soon as he feels Claire tightening around him, Max rolls them over and now Claire is straddling his thighs.

  Max’s eyes roam over her, devouring every inch of her soft skin. Claire rocks her hips slowly back and forth, teasing him.

  “Geez woman.” A growl escapes from somewhere deep inside him.

  He wraps his hands around her waist, running them up to cup her plump breasts. She arches her back and goosebumps spread all over her body, aching to feel his hands touching her all over.

  The moment Max slides his thumbs tenderly over her sensitive nipples, Claire cries out.

  “Oh Max… Yes…”

  He sits up and pressing his lips to hers, capturing her screams. Gripping her hips, he takes control and rocks her on his cock.

  “I don’t know if I… Oh my… Ahhh,” she screams into his mouth, her body trembles and climaxes. Feeling Claire’s tight grip on his cock, and he is crying out with her.

  Max collapses back on the bed with Claire on his chest and they are both panting.

  “I don’t know if I can move,” she mumbles with a weak giggle as she lays there with her eyes closed.

  Not wanting her to move, Max encloses

  his arms around her. Exhausted, it doesn’t take either of them long to fall into a deep sleep.

  * * * * * * * * * *

  Max enters the room, then closes the door with his hip. Claire stirs in bed, reaching for the sheet to cover herself.

  “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

  “Morning. What time is it?” she mumbles when she sees Max sitting on the edge of the bed with a tray in his hands.

  “It’s just after seven-thirty, and I’ve made breakfast.” He can see what was going through her head, just as she was about to jump out of bed. “Stay there and enjoy your breakfast. Don’t worry about the boys, I have already fed them and they’re now watching tv.”

  “Thank you, Max.” Claire inhales

  deeply the aroma of bacon, egg, pancakes, and strong coffee that fills the room. “I’m famished. That smells delicious.” When she sits up and leans against the bedhead, the sheet drops into her lap, exposing her plump breasts. She reaches for Max’s shirt from beside the bed and slips it over her head.

  “I must really look a treat this morning with my hair looking like a birds nest.” Claire quickly grabs her hair tie from the bedside table and ties her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head.

  “I think you look adorable,” Max replies with a huge grin from ear to ear. He places the tray on her lap. “It was quite a work out last night and I thought you’d be hungry.”

  “Are you serious? I can’t eat all this.” Claire stares down at the stack of five pancakes, four bacon rashers, and three

  eggs.

  “I hope not. Otherwise I’ll have to go back out there and make more. I thought it’d be nice just the two of us eating in here alone. After spending our first night together, I wanted this morning to be special.”

  “Aww. That was a beautiful thought. Thank you.” Claire crosses her legs and lowers the tray on the bed between them.

  As they eat, they talk about their plans for the day.

  “We could always stay naked in bed,” Max wiggles his eyebrows and flashes a cheeky grin.

  “As much fun as that sounds, I don’t think that is the best plan with the kids.”

  “Maybe. But just think of all the exercise we’ll get. It was quite the work out last night.”

  “Max, we are not going to spend the day in bed,” Claire giggles and takes another bite of bacon and egg.

  “Okay, fine. But you know, I was going to fuck you into next week, and you would’ve been screaming out my name,” Max teases. “Hey, just saying.”

  Claire suddenly bursts out laughing and accidently spits her coffee all over him. “Oops sorry,” she covers her mouth with her hand and bite her bottom lip. “I can’t believe I just showered you with my coffee.” She hands him the box of tissues that she keeps on her bedside table.

  “It’s ok Claire. Don’t worry about it. I need to take a shower anyway. Wanna join me?”

  “If I did, I don’t think we’ll leave the room today. Thanks, now I’m going to have all those images in my head all day.”

  Max moves the tray aside when all the food is eaten then slides in a bit closer to her.

  “You know I can make this happen.” He leans in and places a lingering soft kiss on her lips. “Fine, I’m going.” He walks towards the ensuite, dropping his shorts along the way.

  Claire looks him up and down, admiring the view in front of her.

  Max grins over his shoulder, “One last chance. It’s not too late to change your mind.”

  “Max. Have your shower,” she giggles.

  After Claire has her shower she wanders into the kitchen, finding Max wiping down the benches and the kitchen is spotless.

  Kane has laid out some board games on the table on the back patio. Leo

  carries a contai
ner of cupcakes and chips.

  A few games and three hours later, Claire goes inside to make lunch. She watches Max chasing the screaming kids around the yard.

  She walks out with a plate of sandwiches and a jug of homemade lemonade. Max and the kids come charging towards her.

  Max and the boys playfully fight over who was winning their game while they devour the sandwiches.

  “Aren’t you hungry? Claire?”

  “Sorry? What were you saying?”

  “Can you help me with the drinks inside please?”

  Claire follows Max inside and watches him go straight to the fridge to refill the water jug.

  “Do you wanna tell me what’s going on?” Max insists, reaching for her hands as he searches for her secrets in her eyes. He just wishes she would confide in him. “I want to help you if you’ll let me.”

  Claire knows she can trust Max, after all, he is a policeman. But there is still the fear living inside her that just won’t let her open up completely.

  “I guess I’m just not hungry after the big breakfast you made this morning.” Claire walks over to the fridge, fills the jug and says they probably should get back out there to the kids.

  Max follows her out the door, but what he really wants to do is drag her back inside and force her to talk to him.

  By the end of the day, Kane, Leo and Dillon were exhausted and had fallen asleep straight after dinner.

  Max wraps his arm around Claire’s shoulder, drawing her in closer to him. She rests her head on his shoulder while they watch a movie on tv.

  “Max? You’re going to stay tonight, aren’t you?”

  “Hell yeah.” He lift Claire onto his lap, so she is straddling him. “Do you feel that?” He rocks her against his erection and a groan escapes him. “Now you know how much I want to stay with you.”

  “Hmm… I don’t know. I mean, that could be one of the kids toys in your pocket,” Claire teases, holding in her laughter.

  “Oh Sweetheart, that ain’t no kids toy. It’s a toy for you to play with. Do you want to unwrap it now?”

  Claire bites the side of her lip. “What? Here? What if one of the kids come out for a drink or something, and they see us going at it like rabbits?”

  “Mmm,” Max grins like a cheshire cat. “Damn Babe! You’ll have me cumming in my shorts if you’re going to put images of that in my head.”

  Claire giggles and she reaches between their bodies. The moment she feels his cock twitch her eyes raise, seeing both pleasure and pain in his eyes.

  Without another moment to waste, Claire unzips his shorts and wraps her fingers around his rock-hard shaft.

  “Fuck me!” a growl comes from deep within him. Max holds his breath for several seconds as he tries to hold back from exploding in her hand.

  He quickly reaches down and rips her thin lace panties down, giving him access to her wet pussy. Before Claire knows what’s happened, Max is buried deep inside her.

  “You feel so good… Your grip on me is… OH GOD… Your so tight.” He nestles his face in her neck to stop himself from groaning loud enough for the kids to wake.

  After three years of hiding away from the world and having no contact with anyone, particularly men, Claire is surprised she is still capable of teasing a man just as she used to do with Jeremy. Slowly bouncing up and down on his shaft as Max gently bites her on the shoulder.

  Max cups her ass, pressing his fingers into her soft flesh. He raises his hips, thrusting hard into Claire. Rocking faster and faster as he feels her grasping tighter onto his cock.

  When Claire climaxes, she cries out louder than expected, and Max quickly

  captures her moans with a kiss.

  “What was that? Did you hear something?” Suddenly Claire stiffens and sits up straight.

  The second they hear a door open down the hall, Claire slide off Max and he covers his erection with a cushion.

  “Are you ok mum?” Kane wanders over and sits on the couch and gives Claire a hug. “Did you have another bad dream?”

  “Sweetheart, I’m fine.”

  Kane crawls onto Claire’s lap. “I heard you crying out.”

  “Sorry we woke you. I promise I’m fine.” Claire kisses the top of his head then tell Kane to go back to bed and she’ll be in soon to tuck him in.

  Claire watches her son disappears down the hallway. She covers her face with her hands and mumbles, ‘oh my god, oh my god, oh my god’, over and over again.

  “He didn’t see anything, and he doesn’t know what we were doing.” Max grabs her wrists to remove her hands from her face. “You are as red as a beetroot,” he bursts out laughing then apologises.

  “I cannot believe that happened.” Her body is pulsating, and her heart rate is still racing after her orgasm was snatched away from her.

  When she heard Kane coming, Claire was in the middle of her climax when she pulls herself off Max’s cock. She glances at Max and sees the pain spread across his face.

  “I’ll quickly tuck Kane in bed, check on the other kids then meet you in the bedroom so we can finish this.”

  “Sweetheart, I’m no way near being finished.” Max moves the cushion and peers down and his shaft still standing at attention and ready for more.

  Claire giggles as she walks down the hall, tucks in Kane and looks in on the other kids. She goes through her nightly routine, checking the windows and doors before seeing Max watching her at her bedroom door.

  Once they’re alone again, this time safe from young ears and eyes, Max pins Claire against the door. His groin pressed against hers as he leaves a trail of soft kisses along her collarbone to her earlobe.

  “I’m not going to last… I need to be buried inside you now,” Max mumbles against her neck. He takes a step back, takes a deep breath and raises Claire’s dress over her head exposing her naked breast. It just takes a little tug and her flimsy knickers are hanging together by a thin thread fall to the floor.

  “You are perfect.” His eyes roam up and down, devouring over every inch of her body. Max quickly strips out of his clothing in record time, kicking his shorts into the corner of the room.

  She rests her hands on Max’s shoulders and jumps up, circling her legs around his waist. He grips her ass and lowers her onto his shaft and without wasting any more time he buries himself balls-deep inside her.

  He thrusts into Claire, and she drops her head forward biting Max’s shoulder. He groans from both pleasure and pain.

  “Oh god… Max. I’m gonna…”

  “Don’t hold back Claire. I’ve got you.”

  Just as Claire’s orgasm peaks, she turns

  her face into the crook of Max’s neck.

  “I… AHH… Oh my… Yes Max… Yeees.”

  Max groans, thrusting harder before climaxing with her. His knees about to collapse beneath him. He turns towards the bed, laying Claire gently down on her back. He rolls over beside her.

  They lay there without saying a word, exhausted, and before long they’re sleeping.

  Chapter 7

  April 1 st

  Claire wakes just as the ensuite door opens and out walks Max in only a towel wrapped low around his hips. His wet skin glistens from the sunlight shining through the window.

  “Mmm, good morning Constable,” Claire grins, admiring the view in front of her.

  “Morning beautiful. Sorry if I woke you. I got a message earlier and I have to duck into work for a few hours this morning.”

  “I thought this was your rostered day off?” Claire sits up, holding the sheet to her chest.

  “It was supposed to be. But Mondays can get a bit busy after dealing with complaints about the young kids in town. And when duty calls, I must go in.” As much as Max would love to return to bed with Claire and spend all day with her, he can’t. Not today.

  When Max drops his towel, Claire bites the corner of her bottom lip and watches him wander around her room naked while collecting his scattered clothing.

  With no time to waste
Max is dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed putting his shoes on.

  “I should be back by twelve o’clock and

  we can have lunch together. How does that sound?”

  “That sounds perfect. I’ll have some lunch ready.”

  Claire crawls out of bed and goes to the bathroom to splash water on her face. While Claire gets ready, Max wakes the kids up and makes them breakfast.

  When she walks into the kitchen, Max has all the boys up at the table eating breakfast. Kane and Leo are dressed in their school uniforms

  She grins to herself. Why hasn’t some woman snatched this man up? He is perfect. Is this what it would be like if we lived together. It kinda feels like a family.

  Mentally slapping herself across the face. ‘Family? Geez, what am I thinking.’

  “Claire? are you ok?” Max asks just as her toast pops up and he walks over to

  place it on a plate for her.

  “Huh? Yeah. I’m fine.” She takes her seat at the table and Max puts the toast in front of her. “Thank you.”

  After the boys have finished eating, Claire packs a lunch for all three boys. She follows them out the door and waves as they drive off.

  Max quickly drives them back to his place so he and Dillon can change into their uniforms also.

  Claire glances around the room, Straightening up the cushions, taking Leo’s toys back into his room. Then makes all the beds before baking a treat to surprise the kids after school.

  As the cookies are baking in the oven, Claire starts on the raspberry and white chocolate Cupcakes. A bad stench wafts through the kitchen window. Just as she closes it, the oven timer goes off, she removes the cookies and places the cakes into the oven.

  There is a knock on the door, she checks the time. “Fifteen minutes passed twelve. You’re late,” she teases before calling out louder, “I’m coming.” She takes off the oven mitts and drops them on the kitchen bench and quickly set the oven timer again. Her phone beeps with a text message...

  ‘Better late than never.’

  “You’re definitely not late.”

  The first thing Claire sees when she opens the door is a tattoo of a cobra going up the man’s arm, terror strikes the nerves in her body. Then it suddenly hits her, that stench. It was the stench of cigar. Her eyes quickly rise to the familiar face. The face that still haunts her in her nightmares. She tries slamming the door, but to have it pushed open and knocks her off her feet.