Something About a Sheriff (Wild West Book 2)

by Em Petrova

  She nodded. Heart racing, her nipples instantly pebbled. He held the back of the brush over her breast. She waited for a light sting but he only dragged the sleek wood over her taut bud.

  Sensation struck like a thousand fireworks in her system. She arched off the bed.

  He trailed the brush over her nipple, up and down, in small circles. When she couldn’t hold back anymore, small cries left her.

  The first light smack made her jerk. She screamed as wild need hit. The toy stretching her backside only sent more sensation through her system.

  He drew the brush away, and she wanted so bad to follow that instrument of pleasure. Such a humble object and in Judd’s hands, it became a tool of bliss.

  He stared down at her as if studying her reaction. “How does that feel?”

  “So good. I need more, Judd.”

  “Judd or Sir?” He teased her by stroking the brush down her belly but avoiding the aching nipples that most wanted his touch.

  “S-sir!”

  Shock struck. Her pussy squeezed at giving him complete control.

  “S-sir. I need more.”

  His eyes hooded. “Arch your back.”

  Her movement made the butt plug grind against her inner walls, and she cried out with pleasure.

  He worked the brush over her other nipple until it puckered hard. When she began to rise off the bed to get closer to his caress, he delivered a gentle tap to the point. Hard enough to let her know he was in control.

  “Oh my God. I need more. Smack them harder. Suck them. Bite them.”

  “Greedy woman. You’ll get what I decide you should have.” He stood back to consider her, looking over her face, down to her breasts, which were straining. Then down her body to settle between her thighs and the toy fitted in her ass.

  “How much can you take? How far can I push you?” He smoothed the brush down her belly to the crest of her pussy. Then flipped the brush in his hand and used the rounded handle to trail across her pulsing clit.

  She came off the bed, heels digging into the mattress. She bit back a scream of bliss. Her inner thigh muscles shook as she attempted to get him to touch her pussy.

  He stared into her eyes, and a thrill buried deep. This man, she was so ready to follow him into any experience he wanted. This sexual act was doing exactly what he’d promised—she felt closer to him than ever.

  She gyrated her hips in the air. “More.”

  “More what?” he commanded.

  “Oh God. More, Sir. More!”

  “You want this, my little wildcat?” Again he stroked her clit. Rubbing it back and forth under the brush handle. When she started to tremble on the verge of losing control, he lifted the handle and slipped it into her pussy.

  She choked off a sound of ecstasy. Her insides clamped around the brush and her ass squeezed the toy. She pushed up and into the handle once, twice.

  He pulled it free and replaced it with his fingers. Curling his palm so his fingers pressed against her inner wall in a mind-melting spot and his thumb depressing her clit.

  “I’m going to come. I need to come,” she whimpered. The triple ecstasy of his fingers inside her and on her clit along with the toy…

  He thrust his fingers in and upward. She shook, on the verge.

  “Not until I tell you to.”

  “Wh-what?”

  “Focus on my voice and my words.”

  Her head swam as she met his dark, urgent look.

  “Your body is mine. You don’t come until I say you can.”

  “Y-yes, Sir!” Not only was she dying to reach that peak just out of her reach, but her mind was locked in, focused solely on Judd. On his voice, his movements. She adjusted her body to his fingers twitching even a fraction. Suddenly, she realized what this was all about.

  And she loved it.

  “You’re so wet for me. You want to come.”

  “Please.”

  “Sir.”

  “Please, Sir.” She panted.

  His gaze intensified, pinning her to the bed more securely than the ropes as he drove his fingers in and out of her pussy. Juices flowed, her squeaking gasps filled the air, along with the rough growls erupting from his throat.

  “Now.” The single word sent her sailing over the edge.

  * * * * *

  Seeing Cecily come apart for him, lips trapped between her teeth, shaking with pleasure coursing through her body had him so fucking hard, he was about to blow.

  His balls clenched to his body and he counted to ten before he could stop finger-fucking her. She jerked with sensitivity, and he stuck his fingers in her mouth so she could taste herself.

  “I’m not nearly finished playing with you, baby doll. But if I don’t get inside you now, I’m going to lose my damn mind.”

  He took a moment to gently remove the butt plug, not wanting her to grow sore. Then he stripped off his clothing and donned a condom with one quick move of his wrist. When he hovered over her, he gazed into her eyes. Her eyes hazy with passion.

  “Let me see you move your hands.”

  She demonstrated she could.

  “Feet okay? Not numb?”

  She shook her head. Curls tumbled across her face, and he gently brushed them back. Then he leaned in to kiss her. A slow stoking of the fires again. Teasing her with nibbles and bites along her lips. This was how it was meant to be, the give and take. Fuck, she was so right.

  She pushed upward, and her wet pussy brushed the tip of his cock. Extreme warmth enveloped him and spread down to his balls. He cupped her jaw in one hand. “Look at me when I enter you.”

  He slipped the head of his erection inside her. A fraction at first and then an inch. More and more until he was bedded deep. She squeezed him with her inner muscles and tossed her head back.

  “Look at me,” he demanded, bringing her gaze back to his.

  Only when their gazes were locked did he begin to move. Slow pulses of his hips that sent her up the mattress. He reached beneath her and lifted her ass to meet his thrusts. Faster and faster, he moved, and she wriggled closer, fucking herself down on his cock.

  “You feel so fucking good. So hot, wet, soft. God, your eyes…”

  “Sir… I need you deeper.” Her words were a whispered plea.

  Who was he to deny her? He threw his all into taking her, harder, pushing deep until his balls were nestled against her ass. She started to contract around him, a raw cry in her throat.

  He cut off her noise with a kiss as he drove fast and hard. Need coiled at the base of his spine and he exploded with a rough moan. He couldn’t wait to experiment with just how far he could push her.

  The first three pumps, he hardly registered the words.

  But on the fourth, his brain wrapped around what she was saying.

  “I love you, Judd. Damn, I love you.”

  Chapter Ten

  Cecily argued with Judd about him carrying her bag into the day spa, but he wasn’t taking no for an answer. He wanted to carry it for her—and check everything out to ensure nothing had happened while they’d been away.

  The extra sway in her step since their hot night together at Eagle Crest had him smiling—until he looked up.

  Son. Of. A. Bitch.

  The wire to the surveillance camera extended under her sign. If a person didn’t know it was there, he wouldn’t readily see it.

  So how the fuck was the line cut?

  He stared up at that severed line, heart a piston in his chest, pumping too fast, too hard.

  “I’m soooo relieved to see my shop isn’t broken into again.” Cecily tossed him a happy smile over her shoulder and Judd attempted to wipe the fury off his face as he came inside and set her bag on the floor.

  She turned to him and slipped her arms around his neck. During the drive home, he’d thought about little else but her admission she loved him. How it raised him up to feel ten feet tall and immortal. Now, his mind was filled with a rage bigger than any he’d felt since Cassie left.

  No,
scratch that. He’d never felt this damn angry in his life, and he hoped to hell when he found the person responsible for terrorizing Cecily that one of Judd’s deputies was around to stop him from going too far into the realm of police brutality.

  Only once before had he needed real backup—when he’d gone after the lawyer his ex had hooked up with, it had taken both Aiden and Wes to restrain him.

  He squeezed Cecily’s upper arms and leaned in to kiss her brow. Holding her close as he scanned the room in search of some evidence of a B&E.

  Everything looked settled in its spot, right down to the hairbrushes lined up neatly on the workstation.

  He couldn’t let her go upstairs alone, and he sure as hell didn’t want her sleeping here.

  “Baby doll.” His voice was rough with the effort to keep from roaring. He stroked a thumb down her cheekbone. “Echo’s taken a liking to you.”

  She let out a low laugh. “Is that so? I’m glad your dog approves.”

  He nodded, searching her eyes. Not a hint of fear or worry lived in that bright green gaze—she was so naïve and that only made him want to lock her up in his house and keep her safe.

  “What do you say about packing a bag, enough for a couple days, and coming home to stay with me? You can follow me in your car so you have a means to get back and forth to open the shop in the morning.” He’d checked out her sputtering engine and a replaced spark plug had done the trick.

  She leaned on tiptoe and surprised him when she bit into his lower lip. He chuckled, aroused, angry and confused about whether to pin her to the closest wall and have his way with her or get in his SUV and hunt down the fucker who’d cut that wire.

  She tugged his lip in her teeth, worrying it gently back and forth until his cock expanded to full length. He cupped her ass, drawing her against his erection. “Let’s get your bag packed, okay? I want you in my bed tonight.”

  “Mmm, I love a man who knows what he wants.”

  He caught her hair around his fist and leaned in to capture her mouth. The feel of her, knowing she loved him… Fuck, he had to get her safe. Then he’d try to figure out what to do about her emotions.

  Not to mention his.

  He’d only known her a few days before realizing that he wanted her. After his marriage dissolved, he’d sworn off relationships. But a sweet, sexy little day spa owner had changed his mind.

  He just had to figure out how to let her know. The fact she hadn’t run away screaming after their rough night of passion made him realize Cassie just hadn’t been the right woman for him.

  Cecily, though… She’d been a wildcat in bed. Loved every minute of their time together. She’d even admitted with a blush at breakfast that she loved feeling the slight soreness between her legs.

  He let her go and patted her behind to send her toward the stairs and her apartment. He entered before her. She had things in better order, the empty boxes broken down in the corner to be taken out to the trash. He’d do that for her next time he came by.

  While she emptied her bag and then added more clothes to it, he went to the window that overlooked the street. Across the road was the hardware store. Beside that a yarn shop. Neither business would have a problem with her being a neighbor.

  “See anything interesting?”

  He turned at her words.

  She smiled up at him. “You look lost in thought.”

  “Little bit, yeah.”

  “Judd, I know you.”

  He stiffened his shoulders. “What do you mean?”

  “You’re thinking about a case. A certain look comes over your face when you’re puzzling out something. If you want to go on to the office and get some work done, I know the way to your place. I’ll take Echo in my car.”

  The dog was still in the front seat of the SUV, the windows down, probably barking at every pedestrian in Bracken.

  He nodded. She’d be safe at his place. Which meant he could dig into this question of the security camera here.

  I should tell her.

  He looked down at her happy face. Commanding her in the bedroom was one thing, but Cecily was a woman who knew her mind. With her business, she was in charge.

  She’d insisted on paying him back for the door and if she learned he’d had a security system installed while they were out of town, she’d write the last penny out of her checkbook to repay him.

  He couldn’t have that. Until he figured out how to make her see that he was doing this for her safety, for her own good, he’d remain quiet.

  After he’d given her the keys to his house and seen her safely to her car, and Echo was installed in the front seat beside her, Judd kissed her lips gently and sent her on her way. He stood watching her until she made the corner at the end of the street.

  Then he got out his phone, and through a website, dialed into the surveillance footage by way of a passcode. He stood outside the spa and stared at the footage, watching carefully for anything popping onto the screen.

  Hours of nothing but street activity. Then customers coming to the door, a pair of women wearing happy smiles. He scrolled through the frames of the video to see them leaving in the same way, talking and laughing. Ten minutes later, he saw nothing amiss.

  He got into the dark hours, the street empty and only an occasional car driving by, the headlights lighting the path. If he’d blinked, he would have missed it—a hand in front of the camera for a split second before the video went blank.

  So tense he felt if someone touched him right now, he’d shatter, he rewound the footage and watched it three more times.

  He couldn’t tell much by that hand. Whoever it was wore a black glove, disguised. Could be a small man or any woman in Bracken. He pushed a breath through his nostrils and dialed Troyer.

  “It’s Roshannon. I need a guard on the day spa for the night. Do you still have that buddy of yours who works off the books?”

  “Yeah, I think he’s off tonight too. You just want eyes on the place?”

  “Yes. And tell him to call if he sees even a single person walking toward the spa.”

  “Got it, boss. You back in Bracken now?”

  “Got in a bit ago. Heading back to my place and I’ll see you in the morning unless anything comes up before.”

  He ended the call and double-checked that the shop was locked up tight for the night. The back door as well.

  As he slid behind the wheel of his SUV, he texted Cecily. “On my way home.”

  “I’ve got a surprise.”

  Dark warmth slammed his groin. After their night of sexual exploration at Eagle Crest, he couldn’t imagine what the woman had in store for him tonight.

  As soon as he walked in to the scent of fried eggs, pancakes and a side of home fries for dinner, he realized he might have actually done it this time.

  Found the right woman.

  She was standing in his kitchen wearing nothing but an apron.

  * * * * *

  Cecily put the finishing touches on the refreshment stand set up along the side of her shop. A stack of disposable coffee cups with cute polka dots sat next to the coffee system with a big rack of coffee pods with all varieties of coffee, tea and even cider. The end of the table displayed three kinds of fresh cookies from the local bakery and a big white cake with GRAND OPENING written in aqua lettering and candy pearls.

  At the first sign of snow on the slopes, cars lined the road to Bracken, and Cecily’s mind had been set in motion. Her plan had worked out perfectly too, thanks to a little help from the community. The radio station offered her a live interview and the bakery discounted the goodies as long as she showed off their brand.

  The place was shining from all her hard work and she couldn’t be prouder. Even the cheap mirrors didn’t look so bad with the lights angled a certain way. At last, she felt hopeful for her business.

  More and more people came to the grand opening, and she was so caught up speaking to customers, old and new, that she was surprised to turn and look into the big familiar brown eyes.<
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  “Amaryllis.” Touched beyond words, she held out her arms to embrace the woman she’d spent so little time with but felt so close to. “Thank you so much for coming.”

  “Almost missed it. These Roshannon men really need to step up their communication game. Judd didn’t tell Aiden until this morning.”

  Cecily grinned. “Doesn’t surprise me.” She and Judd had been a little caught up with playing house. The past week Judd hadn’t wanted her to leave. The fact Echo liked her too and followed her around the house confirmed it.

  “This place looks amazing. Oh look, cookies.” Amaryllis made a beeline for the refreshment table, and Cecily giggled as she trailed behind. “I’m so hungry all the time. I’m going to weigh as much as a monster truck by the time this baby arrives.” She patted her flat stomach.

  “You look beautiful, and a little goodie here and there isn’t going to hurt.” Cecily patted her arm, feeling extremely affectionate toward Judd’s family member.

  As a woman approached, the printed menu of services in hand, Cecily broke away from Amaryllis to talk wrap treatments. The bell at the door tinkled steadily as people wandered in and out. Her appointment book was gaining more and more entries, and Cecily finally felt that her decision to move to Bracken had been right.

  She’d never expected to meet a hunky cowboy sheriff and fall for him, but it was definitely a side perk. When he walked in, his gaze fell on her, rooting her in place. Their gazes locked, and her breath caught.

  She’d admitted her love for him that night at Eagle Crest, but he hadn’t mentioned it since—or confessed his feelings. But she wasn’t going to push him for words that she saw in the depths of his eyes. He only had to look at her for her to know he loved her too. Stubborn ass sheriff just couldn’t form the words.

  For a second, she thought about asking Amaryllis if she’d had a similar experience with Aiden, but the thought flitted away as Judd turned his glare on a woman across the room.

  Tensing, Cecily followed his attention to the blonde speaking to two friends, their heads bowed together. The blonde turned enough for Cecily to glimpse her profile.