Clothing the Naked Sheriff [Celestial Nights 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  After shaking Jude’s hand, she left the Crystal Tumbler and headed back to the Rainbow Room, praying that Apollo and Fairy were at least decent and done with their morning exercises. Halfway down the street, something caught her eye, and as she moved closer, a small orange kitten with sky-blue eyes poked its head around a tree. Kneeling down, Angelica patiently cooed as the small kitten decided if she was friend or foe. After a little coaxing, the small kitten walked over to her, and Angelica picked it up. “And who do you belong to, darling?” she said, scratching the kitten under its chin. The kitten purred, enjoying the attention. Looking around, she saw no small children or anyone who the kitten could belong to.

  Knowing who would be perfect to take care of the small animal, Angelica headed across the street as the person she was looking for stumbled out of a door, knocking over a trashcan.

  “I’m sorry,” Hercules said, looking at the sky and righting the metal can.

  “I don’t think the trash can cares, Herc.” Ace smiled at the large man.

  “I know, but even objects have feelings. I should have watched where I was going better,” he whispered, looking so damn contrite. Angelica didn’t know what had happened to the hulking man, but there was definitely a story behind his meekness, but that was something for later. Taking the kitten in her hands, she thrust it at Hercules as his big hands clumsily tried to hold the kitten.

  “Oh no! I’ll hurt him. I can’t, Ace. I can’t.” He cowered, trying to give the kitten back.

  “Not my problem anymore. In addition, just so you know, he is a she, and I think you should call her Marmalade. I think she is exactly what you need. You take care of her, and she will help you.”

  “But I can’t. I’ll break her,” Hercules said as the kitten started purring in his hands.

  Angelica smiled and replied, “I think she likes you. Make sure she sees the vet, and get her a collar, a sparkly one. Us girls like pretty things. I’ll stop by tomorrow before I leave to make sure you two are getting along.”

  “Ace, I can’t take care of a kitten. I’m a klutz. I’ll squish her, or worse, step on her.”

  “Too late, she’s yours. Besides, I need to go check in with Fairy and Apollo. Apparently, the blond God finally got what was coming to him, and now Fairy has to cut his hair. I need to make sure she is still breathing.”

  “Oh, Apollo and Fairy have gone to his cabin. He said he wouldn’t be back until day after next. Something about commemorating the cosmic unification of the blessed event.”

  “Huh?”

  “According to Fairy, she was taking Apollo to his cabin to fuck like bunnies until she got her sister’s stench off him. Apollo won’t be of use to anyone expect Fairy.”

  “You’re joking.”

  “Nope, they left about ten minutes ago. Apollo asked me to give Chantilly the keys to the Rainbow Room so she could watch over the club in his absence.”

  “Well, this is just fucking perfect.”

  “Yeah, she is,” Hercules cooed to the kitten. “Who’s the pretty kitty? You are. Yes you are. I’m going to be your daddy. That’s right. I’m going to love you, and play with you, and make you very happy. Isn’t that right, Marmalade?”

  When the kitten meowed, Angelica rolled her eyes and walked toward her car. Well at least she did something right today. She managed to get Fairy and Apollo back together, she was harboring three fugitives from a life sentence, and she helped Hercules find his true love. Yep, her day’s missions were complete. The only problem she saw now was smiling as he walked toward her…naked.

  Chapter Twelve

  Coming out of the Love Den, Pisces spotted his Princess Sugar-Britches and smiled. God, she was beautiful. How the universe was so fortunate to create almost the perfect specimen for him, he would never know, but he did know that a few more nights like the one last night and his Princess would finally be on bended knees before him. He couldn’t wait.

  Making his way toward her, Henry twitched. “Hang on, buddy. We don’t want to ruin it for all the other men in the town. Everyone already knows that no one can compare to you. So hold off on the one arm salute until we can get our Princess in the sheriff’s shack. Then you can have your wicked way with her.”

  Pisces still didn’t understand how he’d been so blessed. His mind whirled spectacularly as he thought back to that glorious evening. Hell, just thinking about his Princess writhing under him as he pleasured her was beyond his expectations. Never in his wildest dreams did he think she would accept him into her bed so easily. Well, if he were being honest with himself, in his wildest dreams, she was dripping in cotton candy as he ate from her succulent pussy, but that dream would have to wait for later. Right now, he had other things in mind, like going all Tarzan on her until she became his Jane.

  Whistling to the tune “Take a Chance on Me” by ABBA, Pisces shimmied and shook his ass as he approached Angelica. Her smile egged him on, and before the cosmos, Pisces, said, “Bow chicka wow-wow,” as he danced as shook his moneymaker around her.

  Her laughter was music to his ears, but what she said wasn’t. “Go away, Pisces, not now.”

  Standing straight, he faced her. “Why not? It’s a beautiful day, I just had the best reading in the universe, the sun is shining, and the memories of us making love last night are gloriously filling my head as we speak.” Gripping Henry, Pisces stroked him once and then pointed to his left. “You see that little shack over there?”

  “Yes. It’s the sheriff’s station, why?”

  “Let’s call it the Love Shack, Princess. How about you and I take my big whale of a dick for ride down memory lane?”

  “Are you fucking for real?”

  “Oh yeah, Princess, I’m live and in horny Technicolor…all for you, baby.”

  “Go away, Pisces,” Angelica said, pushing past him.

  Running after her, Pisces wasn’t one to give up easily, especially when he had tasted the promise land. He wasn’t joking when he said he had the best reading of his life. Capri worked her cards perfectly, and Pisces’s future looked promising. He was happy and wanted to celebrate. The only problem was that his Princess Sugar-Britches wasn’t cooperating. As if the divine universe interceded, Pisces reading flashed before his eyes as he remembered Capri saying that the whip is mightier than the sword.

  Grinning, Pisces stopped in the middle of the street, took a hold of his leather whip, and let it fly. Always proficient, he wasn’t shocked when he captured his prey on the first try as his whip circled her upper body. Now all he had to do was reel her in. However, her screams he could have done without. Slowly pulling her toward him, he smiled at the beautiful spitfire as she cursed him to perdition.

  Face-to-face with her once again, he smiled. “Now that I have you, whatever are you going to do?”

  “You think you’re so smart, don’t ya?”

  “I don’t think, baby. I know.”

  “Well know this, Pisces. You better make damn sure you’re miles away when I get free, because if you’re around, I am going to take your whip and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine.”

  “Oh, Angelica, don’t you know…the sun always shines on my beauty.”

  “God damn, you are so vain!”

  “And you are playing hard to get.”

  “I hope your dick gets infested with fleas.”

  “I hope you give good blow jobs.”

  “Sorry, I can’t put small objects in my mouth or I’ll choke!”

  Chuckling, Pisces replied, “That was a good one baby, but you know how big Henry really is. You had him last night, and screamed when he pleasured you.”

  “Are you calling me a slut?”

  “No but I plan to use your pussy more than Google.”

  It was at that moment that the heavens opened up and Pisces saw stars, because one second he was sparing with Angelica in the middle of the street and the next she was wrapped around his body, rubbing herself against him as her tongue swept into his mouth like a tidal wave. He would never
say that Angelica Clementine Emerson wasn’t a passive lover. If anything, she was fierce and hungry, and Pisces was more than happy to feed her addiction.

  Angelica wrapped her legs around his waist as he picked her up and carried her across the street and over to his sheriff’s shack. Kicking the door open, he quickly moved inside and slammed the door shut with his hand. Come hell or high water, he was claiming his Princess right now, if it was the last thing he ever did.

  * * * *

  Angelica shuddered in his arms. She knew that she couldn’t stop now, even if she wanted to. But she didn’t. He had pushed her to the point of no return, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She was going to have him, here and now.

  “This is wrong,” Angelica panted as Pisces ripped open her shirt, his mouth making a beeline for her breast.

  “How could something be wrong when it feels so fucking good?” he asked, pulling her bra down and taking a taut nipple into his mouth as he sucked.

  “Oh God,” she moaned, her head falling back against the wall of the sheriff’s shack. Angelica looked down at his face. She needed this. After the day she had, this was the perfect ending. Her day started fucking crazy, and it was going to end fucking wonderful.

  Pisces put his hand under her cheek, rubbing her bottom lip with his callused thumb and bending his head down. His left hand came up to mirror his right, and he kissed her closed eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered against his lips. Her heart skipped a beat as he kissed her eyelids.

  “Pisces,” she breathed. “How do you make me feel so…?” She couldn’t find a word the right words. As he kissed her nose then her lips, she realized. He made her feel… crazy. Her whole life had been about conforming to what was acceptable in society, just so she could live a somewhat normal life. However, here in Celestial, and mainly with Pisces, she didn’t have to pretend. Pisces didn’t want normal. He wanted her, all of her, her true self, not some carbon copy of what passed for a human on this planet. With him, she could be anything, anyone, and she knew he wouldn’t care, as long as she was happy and doing what she wanted.

  After all this time trying to be someone she wasn’t, there she stood doing exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted to fuck Pisces. She wanted his hands all over her. She wanted to feel his cock slide deep into her pussy again, and she wanted him, now. Angelica couldn’t believe this was happening. She was about to go down a road she never traveled, but somehow, she knew this was more than a booty call. She felt something for him. He made her feel alive, even… loved.

  She actually cared about the man, the man that drove her absolutely crazy, yet when he grabbed her face and pressed his lips to hers, he was serious and attentive. She reached up and held his cheek, her fingers feeling the stubble on his jaw.

  “Pisces.” She broke the kiss and looked at him through her eyelashes.

  “Angelica?”

  “What are you doing to me?” she asked breathlessly.

  Pisces didn’t answer. He just kissed her again.

  Pisces ran his fingers through her hair as his tongue explored her mouth and hers explored his. Their bodies melded together, touching from lips to toes. He removed her suit jacket and then slipped her shirt off, their faces never breaking from each other.

  Angelica moved her hands down his back, her nails scratching over his shoulders. She broke the kiss and slowly unbuttoned her pants as her eyes scanned the massive chest before her. He was just the right shade of tan, a little bit of dark hair running from his chest down his tight abs. His hands dwarfed hers, and his body could cover her in an instant. He was such a… man. Angelica sighed as her mind growled…mine.

  Running her fingers over the light hair on his chest, she pinched his nipples lightly. He breathed out hard, his head tipping back. He took off her bra and helped her out of her pants. He ran his fingers over her chest, his hands cupping her heavy breasts perfectly. Angelica moaned as Pisces ran his thumbs over her nipples and down her stomach, caressing the curve of her hips. He bent his head and kissed her neck. “I need you,” he whispered, gently biting her earlobe.

  Angelica let out a small moan at his words. She wanted him, too, so badly, but she could barely speak. Her heart was pounding so hard she worried that he would hear it.

  Standing in a lacy pair of boy shorts and him gloriously naked, she felt his cock straining against her. She cupped his balls and squeezed lightly, flashing back to the pleasure his cock had given her only last night. She shuddered.

  “Take care, baby. My balls are still a bit tender,” Pisces moaned and bucked up against her hand. He was some kind of sex god, she was sure of it, as his hands trailed down her body, ripping her panties from her. She gasped when his finger zeroed in on her clit, as if she were a homing beacon. He seemed to know exactly where to touch her and how to do it.

  She mirrored his movements, her hand on his cock, writhing against him as he found her clit. Their mouths remained glued together as they rubbed each other, both of them moaning into the other’s mouth.

  Pisces removed his hand from her wet clit and peeled his mouth off hers. She moaned in protest, but he took her hand and led her to his desk. He stopped just short of it and turned around. He looked at her with desire in his eyes and grabbed her around the waist. She squealed. “Hey! What are you…?”

  But he set her on the top of the wood surface before she could finish. She gazed up at him through her eyelashes. His body was perfect…toned, manly, and strong. His cock strained, standing straight, as the head of his cock leaked pre-cum.

  * * * *

  Pisces looked down at Angelica. She was so beautiful. She was perfectly proportioned, her ample curves perfectly balanced. She looked amazing sitting there, her long, wavy white-blonde hair splayed wildly around her, her blue eyes looking expectantly up at him. He could see the wetness of her arousal glistening on her inner thighs, the smell permeating the room. If he could bottle her scent, he would wear it proudly until he died.

  Bending his head between her legs, he pressed his thumb into her clit.

  She moaned, “Oh my God.” Her voice caught in her throat. He looked up and saw the pleasure contorting her face. It turned him on immensely to know that he was making her feel good enough to voice her pleasure.

  “And to think, I’ve only just begun,” he said with a smirk. Pisces reached higher, spreading her legs expectantly, as he traced a finger over her clit, teasing her.

  “Please, Pisces... I need...” Her eyes pleaded with him.

  She didn’t have to finish for him to know what it was she needed. Pisces placed his arm around the small of Angelica’s back and lowered his mouth to her clit. He licked her, lightly at first.

  “Harder,” she breathed. He pressed his tongue onto her, moving it back and forth until she started to buck her hips. “Yes, Pisces. Oh, my god yes.”

  After a few minutes, Pisces could tell she was close. Her breathing was shallow and hard, and she couldn’t seem to form coherent sentences anymore, only disjointed words punctuated by moans. He slipped three fingers inside her, and she gasped. He bent them up and pressed her G-spot.

  “Oh! Yes, yes please more!” She was nearly screaming now as his fingers moved in and out of her and his lips sucked hard on her clit. “Oh my god, don’t stop, Pisces, please, more, yes!”

  Pisces shoved his fingers up to hit her G-spot once more, pressed his lips as hard as he could into her, and held tight around her waist.

  “Fuck, yes!” she screamed as her body shook uncontrollably and her face contorted as waves of pleasure rolled over her. Pisces tried to hold her steady as she came down from her climax. When she had stopped shaking and was no longer moaning, he pressed around her clit the tip of his finger, careful not to overstimulate her.

  She collapsed on the desk, breathing hard. He hovered over her, holding the back of her head as he kissed her.

  “You are... a God among men,” she said.

  Pisces laughed. “Glad you finally recognized that,” he said with a smirk.<
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  “Don’t get flippant, Pisces,” she groaned.

  “Yes, ma’am.” Pisces grinned.

  “Now it’s my turn, or I won’t ever get up the nerve,” Angelica said with a smile. She kissed him passionately, running her fingers through his hair and over his shoulders. She made her way down and cupped his cock, still straining against her. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” she asked. “Looks like someone likes receiving and giving.”

  Pisces moaned at her touch. “Be gentle, baby. Henry can’t take much more.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll make Henry weep with pleasure.” She grabbed his hand and maneuvered him against the desk. He stood up as she sunk down to her knees. She took hold of Henry, and with her teeth, she skimmed the skin of his cock as Pisces hissed.

  Angelica licked him from base to tip slowly. Pisces breathed out hard, trying to keep his composure as he reverently looked down at her. “Holy mother of the cosmos, you are my dream.”

  Smiling up at him with his cock in her mouth, Angelica moved her lips slowly up and down his hard shaft, teasing his tip with her tongue.

  “Pisces,” she said, popping him from her mouth, “I’m glad you know how to turn me on.” Running his fingers through her silky hair, he bent down to kiss her.

  “Me, too, Angelica.”

  When he began to pull her up to a standing position, she protested. “Hey! I’m not done yet!” Kneeling down again, she took one of Pisces’s balls into her mouth and rolled it over her tongue while she stroked his cock up and down. He moaned and bucked into her hand. She brought her mouth to his head and sucked on it, then grabbed his ass and pushed him deep into her mouth. When his cock hit the back of her throat, he groaned loudly. Angelica pulled him out of her mouth after a minute, looked into his eyes, and said, “I want you to come for me.”