Preston was so lost in her gaze that he hadn’t realized he was gripping the back of her head, guiding her movements up and down his shaft. He tried to pull his hand away, not wanting to feel as if he was controlling her, but Shelly released the grip she had on his backside and urged his hand back on her head. She released his shaft so that he alone directed the pace and movement. Stealthily she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, slipping the straps down her shoulders and fully releasing her glorious breasts. Using his free hand, he reached out and cupped one, stroking the nipple with his thumb
Fuck, this woman was the sweetest form of torture. Preston didn’t know what he was going to do when he had to give her up.
Feeling the tip of his cock brush against the back of Shelly’s throat, Preston released his hold on her head and slipped himself from her mouth. When he came, he wanted it to be inside her.
“I can’t wait any longer. I want to feel you around my cock,” he said, leaning down and brushing his lips across her ear as he slid his fingers through her sex, spreading the wetness across the lips. Her body shivered at his touch and he knew that she was ready for him.
Reaching across the way into the nightstand, Preston grabbed a condom and tore the wrapping with his teeth. As he guided the latex down his stiff shaft, he watched Shelly crawl father onto the bed, spreading her legs for him. He needed no other invitation than that.
Kneeling onto the bed, Preston licked his fingers and stroked them across her pussy before aligning his cock with her center. He tossed his head back in pleasure as he slipped inside her tight sheath.
Preston filled her to the hilt, then slid back out only to repeat the motion. He thrust into Shelly’s body over and over again until her legs quaked against his hips. He knew she was close, so was he, but he wanted to draw out their pleasure as long as he could.
Rolling onto his back, he took Shelly with him until she was straddling him. Her beautiful body rose above his as she gripped his erection and slid the tip back and forth across her entrance before slipping it deep inside her channel.
Preston watches her large breasts sway as she bobs up and down on his shaft, hypnotized by the movements. Breaking him from her stare, she leans forward, placing her hands on his chest while rotating her hips side to side, then up and down.
His cock had never felt so many sensations before and before he knew it, his body cock was rocketing toward release.
“I’m so close, sweetheart.”
Tossing her hair back, Shelly replied, “Fuck me hard, Preston. I need more.”
Reaching out, he gripped her hips to keep her in place as he thrust his hips into her sex at a staggering pace. She reached between her legs and swirled her hand across her clit as her walls began to tighten around his cock.
“Yes,” she roared as her body fell into pieces around him, his own release following closely behind.
He watched her in complete fascination as she came, her lithe body jerking with every wave of release. It was the only ocean he ever wanted to be lost in.
Shelly’s body collapsed on top of his and he stroked his hand up and down her back as his cock slid free of her center.
“That was amazing,” he told her as he lifted a section of her hair and brushed his fingers through the strands.
“It really was.”
A bark sounded from the lower level and Preston groaned while Shelly giggled from her position against him, causing his cock to jerk.
“I guess I should go take care of him. And of this,” he added as he gestured to the condom.
“Can I get you anything?”
“A bottle of water, maybe? I need to look for my clothes.”
Alarmed, Preston glanced over to her just as he had stood from the bed. “Why do you need clothes? If I only get this night with you, then believe me, we’re going to spend it in au naturale.”
Shelly smiled at him and then relaxed back into the soft bed covering. “Well, if I am staying, then could you bring me my purse? I always keep an extra wrap in there for my hair. For emergencies.”
Preston made quick work of the condom and made sure Ace made one last bathroom trip before he went back upstairs to join Shelly. When he returned to the bedroom, he found her standing in his bathroom, using a bar of soap to wash her face. He knew that she didn’t wear much makeup, but it was still mesmerizing to see her with a fully clean face. She was even more beautiful to him without anything. Shelly’s skin was clear and beautiful.
“Here you go,” he said as he placed the purse on the bathroom counter. As she unzipped a pouch in her bag, she pulled out a silk scarf. He tried to keep from staring as he reached for his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth, but he was fascinated as he watched her twist the scarf around her long straight hair.
Shelly must have seen the curiosity in his eyes because she mentioned, “It helps keep my hair from looking a mess in the morning or getting too tangled. I like to keep it relaxed and straight.”
“I love your hair. It’s gorgeous. I bet it’s just as pretty with your natural curls,” he said, trying to put her at ease. He had never been discriminatory about the women he slept with or dated. As long as there was a mutual attraction, a person’s ethnicity or skin color meant little to him. However, he knew many men and women that thought differently. He wondered what Shelly thought about him being a white guy and if it mattered to her.
Of course, she was here with him now, so that meant something to him.
“There is an extra toothbrush in the top left drawer.”
“Thanks,” she replied as she knotted then tucked the ends of the scarf underneath the folds.
Preston folded the crumpled sheets back and slid between the sheets in the bedroom, leaving an open spot for Shelly on the side closest to the window. He watched her turn off the light in the bathroom, the glow from the side lamp the only illumination in the room and he felt a calling for her deep within his soul.
“What time do you need to pick up Abel tomorrow?” he asked as he followed her movements around the bed. She didn’t strut like some of the other women he knew. Shelly was comfortable enough in her own skin but didn’t feel the need to show off. He genuinely liked that about her.
“Amy said around lunchtime. So, I get to sleep in for the first time in what feels like forever,” she explained as she slipped between the sheets, turning to face him.
“I’m not sure sleeping in is what we’ll be doing.” Preston moved closer to her, aligning their bodies. “I’m not sure we’ll be doing any sleeping at all, to be honest,” he clarified before meshing his mouth against hers and sliding his cock through the dampness between her legs.
Yeah, there wasn’t going to be much sleeping at all.
***
Shelly woke in what she thought was a dream-state. She was warm and cocooned in the arms of a man that held her so protectively that she was afraid to move. Except there was an incessant whine coming from downstairs that had been keeping her awake for the last few minutes.
“I was hoping maybe he would go back to sleep, but it appears he wants to use the bathroom.” Opening her heavy eyes, Shelly felt empty as Preston pulled his arms from around her and got up from the bed.
“I’ll be back in a minute. Try to go back to sleep.”
It was too bad that sleep wasn’t going to happen. Once she was awake, she always had a hard time falling back into slumber. When Abel was a baby, she had learned to survive on barely an hour or two of sleep due to the fact.
Preston stepped into a pair of sweats, sans underwear, then leaned over the bed to kiss her thoroughly before leaving the bedroom. She may not be able to go back to sleep, but if Preston wanted another repeat of what they had done all night, she was game. Even though her body was sore from all of the love-making, she was primed and ready for him again, which was something that had never happened to her before. Having an orgasm was like chasing a bigfoot through the forest. It was an elusive mystery that she could never capture. But oh how
Preston had proved her wrong over and over again. She lost track of how many orgasms he pulled from her after eight. But even more surprising was the fact that she had wanted and even initiated round after round of sex with him. Usually she was done after one, barely enjoying the experience to begin with, but with her sexy sheriff, she was one hundred percent addicted to him.
Which was bad news for her and she knew it. Last night was going to be a one-time thing. A bit of wild and crazy that left her feeling alive and renewed. But now she worried how reckless her one lapse of judgment seemed to be. Could she really have been so stupid to think that she could sleep with a man, Preston of all people, someone she was wildly attracted to, and go through the rest of her life like it was nothing?
What an idiot she had been because she knew without a doubt that she had opened herself up in a way she had never imagined, and that left him the ability to break her fragile heart piece by piece.
Shelly sat ruminating in her poor choice as Preston jogged back up the stairs, his heavy steps doing little to hide his eagerness to be with her. In a carefree moment, Preston jumped onto the bed, bouncing them both, and she couldn’t help but crack a smile.
“I figured you’re up and awake like me. And I also figured that we could spend the next few hours testing out a few of those positions from last night,” he said as he trailed his hand up her naked leg until his soft touch landed between her thighs. It took every ounce of willpower for Shelly to mask the delight she felt from his touch. “Or, we could eat some breakfast followed up by a personal buffet of you on my kitchen counter.”
“Either option sounds good to me,” she whispered as he sunk one of his fingers deep inside her channel. But then her stomach chose that moment to growl loudly, making the choice for them both.
“Breakfast it is,” he told her, pulling back from her body. “First I’ll make us some eggs and bacon, then I plan to fill myself with you for dessert.”
He moved off the bed then pulled the covers with him, exposing her to the chilled morning air.
“Preston!” she shouted.
“Come on lazy bones. Let’s get some food in you.” Preston walked to the side of the bed and lifted her off the mattress and over his shoulder, smacking her ass as he slid her down his body. The cock covered in sweats rubbed against her pussy as she slid down and she reached for the heavy erection, pulling it free from the material.
“Fuck,” Preston groaned as she walked toward the edge of the bed, her hand wrapped tightly around his shaft.
Unable to control herself, Shelly said, “How about we have dessert first?” Placing her feet on either side of her hips on the bed, she placed the tip of his cock against her slit. She knew he was holding back, trying to be a gentleman and feed her, but what she wanted was him, for as long as she could.
Gripping his taut ass in her hand, she yanked him forward, his cock slamming into her sex. The shred of control he held onto disintegrated as he pounded into her, and all thoughts of breakfast were quickly forgotten.
By the time they made it out of bed, lunchtime was approaching. Shelly needed to head back to the cabin to take a shower and change before picking up her son, but she was finding it incredibly difficult to leave Preston’s house. Every second they had was spent with their bodies intertwined and she wasn’t sure that she would ever recover.
He had attempted to make them sandwiches for the last hour but ended up feasting on her instead. And now she was going to have a hard time seeing his kitchen without memories of the way he had moaned as he licked her clean.
The way he stared at her from across the dining table left her squirming uncontrollably in her seat, which she knew Preston was aware of. The turkey she was eating tasted like sandpaper as the heat in his eyes distracted her. Shelly glanced at the clock on the wall and wondered if she had enough time to make love to him one last time, but her musings were interrupted as his cell phone rang in the kitchen where it was charging.
“I need to get that; I’ll be right back.”
She watched as he strode quickly into the kitchen and answered the call. Shelly wasn’t one to eavesdrop, but as Preston’s voice grew louder, she had difficulty trying to keep from listening in.
“I haven’t decided yet. Yes, I realize that I could help. Look, I’m just not sure if I want to go undercover again. Yes. Yes,” he paused before adding, “Yes, I understand. Thank you, sir.”
That was all Shelly needed to hear before ice shot through her veins. She wasn’t sure what he was talking about or who with, but she was certain it was similar to the scenario Sydney had spoken about earlier.
Preston ended his call and strode back into the dining area as if nothing was amiss. But Shelly needed to know. She had lived too much of her life with secrets from men she had let close to her and she wasn’t about to do that again.
“Who was that?” she asked.
“Just an old friend,” Preston said nonchalantly, finishing the sandwich he left at the table.
“Didn’t sound like an old friend. Is it the same guy that called Dylan the other day?”
Preston’s eyes shot up at that accusation and Shelly couldn’t hide her smirk as she stood from the table.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, but he clearly realized that she knew something.
“I don’t know, Preston. Would you tell me if I knew anything about what was going on?”
“No. It’s not something that you need to be involved with,” he replied, then instantly cringed as if he knew how the words sounded coming out of his own mouth.
“So, I don’t need to be involved with anything, right? This was just a one-time thing, so I don’t need to worry about why the FBI is calling you?”
His back straightened as she continued, disclosing that she knew far more than she probably needed to.
“Look, Shelly, you’re the one that showed up here last night. Just because we had a few bouts of sex doesn’t mean I have to involve you in my work decisions.”
If Shelly had felt ice before, he cemented her feet together and drowned her in the Arctic Ocean with that statement. She was nothing more than a romp in the sheets for him. She didn’t matter and what she thought didn’t matter. He got what he wanted and that was that.
“Thanks for last night and the sandwich. I’ll see myself out.” Shelly stormed out of the house, stomping her way back to her cabin at the far end of the property. Thank goodness she couldn’t see his house from hers and that he hadn’t had the stupidity to follow her.
At some point, she was going to learn her lesson about men. She just wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait.
Chapter Nine
Preston wasn’t sure why he had spoken the way he had to Shelly, but he was so used to not having anyone to answer to. He was afraid of what that meant if she had told him not to go on the mission. Did he want to give her the power to have a say in everything he did?
And as he thought harder about it, he realized he did want her to have a say.
Glancing to the passenger seat in the non-descript sedan he drove, Preston glanced at Dylan; a man that was his best friend and confidant. And if anyone else could understand what turmoil he was going through, then it would be the burly man sitting to his right.
“So, how did Sydney take it when you told her you were leaving for a week?”
With a humph, Dylan turned in his seat and looked at Preston and looked at him as if he had grown two heads. “You know her just as well as I do. How do you think she took it?”
“Pretty sure she left you with a few choice words then spent the night reminding you of what you had to come home to.”
Cringing, Dylan added, “Shit, I forgot that you knew that side of her too.”
“Hey, you know I don’t think of her that way anymore and haven’t for a long time.”
“Yeah, I know.” The two of them sat in silence watching the warehouse in Atlanta, where the FBI informant had disclosed as a Harposia cartel delivery site. Nothing had happe
ned during the week their SAC had assigned them their position. Both men blended into the rough crowd so easily Preston had almost forgotten that they had left their full-time agency undercover work years ago.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching and waiting as they had every day since arriving. Hope bloomed in his chest as he watched a young man with a dark gray hoodie cross the street and head toward the warehouse. Nothing about the teen struck him as suspicious, but of course, after working for the department for so many years, Preston learned not to let looks deceive him.
He and Dylan waited with bated breath for the man to walk inside the building or to make a call, but he simply stared up at the building for a minute, then turned around and left. Dylan snapped a picture of the man as he passed their car, and they hoped that the facial recognition system on their laptop would breathe some new life into the case. The Harposia cartel had affected both Preston and Dylan’s lives in multiple ways and they both wanted to do whatever they could to rid the world of its presence. That was the only reason he agreed to the mission. That, and they requested only a week of work at a time. He was surprised at how readily the SAC had agreed to the terms.
“Scanning the database now,” Dylan said as he hooked the camera into the laptop. “So, when are you going to tell me about the woman living with you?”
“I don’t have anyone living with me, except for Ace.”
“What about the dark-haired beauty living behind your house?”
“Just that. She is renting the property behind my house.”
“I don’t know. I heard the two of you looked awfully cozy at Angie’s last week.” Had it only been a week ago that he had joined Shelly and Abel for lunch? Preston recalled how he had ravaged her mouth only right before they had dined together. He knew their chemistry was electric, but other people noticed too?
“When did you become one of the town gossipers?”
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