Shane

by Vanessa Devereaux

She’d never been with a guy who liked to play games like this, but she liked it.

  Lacey pushed her hands up under the hem of the dress and pulled down her panty hose and freed her legs of them. Then as carefully as she could, reached her hands under the dress, catching the top of her panties with her fingers, and wiggled her hips until the underwear fell to the ground.

  “How did you know that’s my favorite color?” asked Shane, looking at the bright red panties sitting on the top of her feet.

  “A lucky guess.” She pushed them away with her foot wondering if he was going to walk over to her and finish undressing her. Instead, he curled his index finger and beckoned for her to join him by the chair.

  She took tiny steps and had mixed emotions the closer she got to him. Excitement about what he’d do, and also nervousness about pleasing him, or maybe doing the wrong thing. He pointed for her to stand closer to the chair. Shane ran his hand down the front of her dress.

  “Step just a tad closer to me,” he said.

  Lacey took another step toward the chair and then Shane leaned over and put his hand under the hem of the dress. Goosebumps quickly broke out all over her whole body as he ran his fingers up and down her thigh. She closed her eyes, taking in every enjoyable second of his touch. He switched to the other leg and repeated his actions. She grew wetter with each tiny movement of his fingers. He left his hand on her thigh and gradually made his way north, finding her mound, which he passed his fingers across, disturbing her pubic hair as he did so. She bit her lip as he pushed his finger downward and greeted her clit. She glanced down at him, and he looked up at her. The little nub throbbed in anticipation of what he’d do next.

  “Spread your legs for me.”

  Was his voice getting deeper or sexier, or did it just seem that way now that his finger was mere inches from her pussy?

  She pushed her left foot away from the right one, allowing him to massage her clit with his index and middle finger. A guy had never worked it while she’d been standing. It had always when she’d been lying down, making this a completely different sensation and much more intense. She liked it.

  Her heartbeat sounded in her head, and her legs grew weak as he circled and teased it. Lacey could visualize it standing erect, red and swollen, and wanting even more. She needed to grab something to steady herself as her legs began twitching. He was taking her closer and closer to a climax, but there was nothing to hold.

  “Relax and enjoy,” he whispered.

  If she didn’t think of something soon, when she came she was going to fall over on her butt and wouldn’t that be embarrassing yet again. Digging her toes into the carpet, she threw her head back and cried out as finally enjoyed her orgasm.

  His fingers slipping inside her pussy caught her off guard. He tickled its walls. Now she really would have to find something to grab or she was going to fall and injure some part of her body. She placed her hands on his shoulders, feeling him push upward until he found her G-Spot.

  Shit, he even knows exactly where it is. Most guys need a map and flashlight.

  Lacey wiggled her hips, making sure his finger touched every spot of the magic place.

  Shane pulled her dress up with his other hand and bunched it around her ass. She pushed toward him as he flicked his finger inside her until she didn’t think she could stand it a second longer.

  She pushed her hands into his shoulders and began to ride his finger, bucking it by pushing her hips forward until she felt heat building down in her thighs, blood pumping around her pussy walls, and then, magic.

  Lacey couldn’t stand now. She fell onto Shane’s lap, and they kissed. She pushed his hat until it sat at the back of his head, allowing her to see more of his face.

  “When did you learn to do that sort of thing?” she asked.

  “It’s an old cowboy trick, and don’t tell me your city guys know how to drive a woman crazy like that because I know they don’t.”

  She reached between their bodies, pushing her hand down until she could feel his erection, strong and hard, resting against her palm.

  “You want me to give you a hand job so you can see what tricks city girls have up their sleeves?”

  “Sure, you have my permission.”

  She unzipped his fly and eased her hand inside, feeling for the slit in his shorts. His dick was hot and smooth, and she anticipated what it would feel like inside her.

  Pure bliss.

  Lacey gripped his shaft and began moving her hand up and down.

  “You know Ms. Metcalfe, for a city girl you have strong hands. Maybe we can get you a job milking cows on a farm near here.”

  “Really, you think so?” She gripped him harder causing him to groan.

  “I have to admit you do have some magic in those fingers.”

  She ran one of them over the tip of his shaft, feeling some beads of pre-cum.

  Lacey leaned over and kissed him she slid her hand up and down making each stroke harder than the one before.

  “Don’t take me all the way,” he whispered. “I want to be inside you when that happens.”

  “Tell me when you’d like me to stop.”

  “Oh, I think right now might be real good.”

  She pulled her hand out of his shorts.

  “Stand up and take off the dress and whatever else is underneath it.”

  He was bossy, but she liked it. Especially in the bedroom. Well, in this case, the motel room.

  She slid off his lap and stood in front of him. She reached behind her back and pulled on the zipper, allowing the dress to fall away from her body.

  Being curvy had sometimes made Lacey shy about undressing in front of a new lover, but not this time. She took off her bra with confidence in knowing that Shane probably liked big boobs. And she definitely had those to offer him.

  “You are gorgeous,” he said, standing up and running his hands over her hips and breasts.

  “Turn around, walk over to the bed, and lie down.”

  A man taking charge was suddenly the biggest turn on for her.

  She swung around, wondering if he was enjoying the back view of her as much as the front. As she got onto the bed, he took off his hat, and then his shirt, which he threw on the chair.

  His chest was muscular, and his arms defined. Shane knelt by the bed and leaned over and put his mouth on her right nipple. He sucked on it and then flicked his tongue quickly over the very tip of it.

  “Shit, I think I just had a mini-orgasm,” said Lacey.

  He lifted his head and looked at her. “There’s more to come, baby.”

  He swirled his tongue around her areola as his finger flicked the nipple of her other breast. Shane pulled his mouth away. “You have the body of a goddess.”

  She leaned on her elbow and looked at him. “Have you seen many of those around here?”

  He shook his head. “Guess that makes you my first one.”

  If he continued with these sorts of compliments, she was going to fall hard.

  “I hope you have condoms because I don’t,” said Lacey. They’d come this far. She was rearing to go and what if they didn’t have protection?

  Luckily Shane reached into his back pocket and pulled out a foil package.

  “I like a man who’s prepared. And just to put your mind at ease, I’m on the Pill.”

  “And I like a woman who’s also prepared.”

  They laughed and then he reached over and kissed her.

  “Well, what you waiting for? Show me sex cowboy style.”

  Chapter Six

  He hadn’t been lying when he’d called her a goddess. Her milky white skin, the ample breasts and hips, and as he parted her legs, her pussy so red and swollen, called his name. Shane sheathed himself and then gently slid into her channel. She was tight, hot, and he knew pretty soon he’d be in heaven. She ran her hands up over his biceps. Her nails were pink and pretty, and as he picked up intensity and speed, he felt her pussy pulling him in deeper.

  He’s always been
a ladies’ man, but the truth was he’d never bedded a woman so fast ever before. That in itself added to the sexy, erotic nature of the two of them getting together in a motel room and so soon after meeting. She played with his nipples, smiling as he thrust harder, feeling her bump her hips upward to meet each of his movement.

  Should he stay the night once they were done making love? Would she let him or did she just want a fuck and that was all? Either way was fine for him. Well, for now at least.

  She groaned. Her pussy quivered against his shaft. Her nails dug into his skin, but he didn’t mind because it was almost like her body was squeezing the life out of his cock but in a very good sort of way. She cried out, not quietly, but a low pitched cry that had probably caused a slight avalanche at the nearest ski resort.

  He quickened his pace and his breathing. The whole thing had made him edge closer to his own release. He finally just let go, enjoying every second of the pleasure that ripped through his cock and balls. It had been incredible. Her body was incredible. Round and soft, the way a woman should be.

  He got his breath back, pulled out of her and then rolled close to her side.

  “You’ve spoiled me.” she said turning to face him.

  He ran his finger down the side of her face.

  “That’s what I intended to do.”

  “So are you staying the night?”

  “You want me to?”

  ****

  Lacey woke up to hear the shower running in the bathroom. She opened her eyes and then squinted, seeing that it was only six. She sat up, quickly spotting Shane’s pants and shirt sitting on the chair. Last night had been one of the best of her life, and not just because of the toe curling orgasms. Dinner had been perfect, the conversation outstanding, and the food some of the best she’d tasted in a very long time. Yeah, her finger had landed on the right spot on the map.

  She heard the bathroom door open and out walked Shane, his hair wet, towel secured around his waist, droplets of water glistening on his chest. He was just too damn tempting, even this early in the day.

  “Sorry, did I wake you?” he asked.

  She shook her head.

  “I’d love to stay longer, but I have to get to work.”

  He whipped the towel away from him, and she was sure she’d had another orgasm just admiring the view. His cock hung between his thighs, but even flaccid it was one hell of a sight to look at first thing in the morning. She’d been crazy when she’d told him his pompous attitude was caused by a small penis. Hell, he had the biggest one it had ever been her pleasure to see, and yes, have inside her. So that had blown that theory clear out of the water.

  “It’s not fair that you tease a girl with your body and then tell her you have to leave.”

  He sat and pulled on his socks. “Don’t worry there will be plenty of other times for more fun.”

  Lacey slid out of bed and walked over to him.

  “And now who’s not being fair?” he said, running his finger down her tummy.

  “You have any stores in Timber Creek that sell vibrators?” she asked.

  “You don’t need one of those,” he said standing.

  She reached for his hat and put it on.

  “You could stay and say you were questioning me as part of an ongoing investigation.”

  He leaned over and kissed her.

  “I’d love to, but it will have to be tonight.” He smacked her butt, which added to her misery about him running off and leaving her in such a worked up state.

  “I’ll be lonely.”

  He picked up the remote for the TV and turned it on.

  “It’s not quite the same as having you around,” she said.

  She walked him to the door. He kissed her and then opened it.

  She was going to be naughty even if it was damn cold out there. She stood in the doorway and waved to him as he got into his truck.

  “Sheriff, the sex was fantastic,” she called out after him.

  ****

  Shane was still smiling when he walked through the doors of the sheriff’s office ten minutes later. Lacey was quite something—a little goofy, naughty, beautiful, and yeah, he was already smitten with her which he knew was stupid of him. He’d been down that road once before with a girl from out of town. The came and then they eventually left, suddenly realizing small town living wasn’t really for them. Malls and coffee shops called their names.

  “You look very happy today,” said Ruth. “And you might want to cover up the thingy on your neck.”

  Shane put his hand right directly on the spot she was referring to. Lacey had given him a hickey right before they’d fallen asleep.

  “Anyone I know?” she asked.

  “You know I never kiss and tell.”

  “It’s Lacey, isn’t it? The young lady who was applying for the job?”

  “It could be.”

  “She’s very pretty.”

  “Yes, she is.”

  “Was it part of the job interview?”

  “Ruth Nelson, you are getting more like my mother every day. Now get back to work before I have to fire you.”

  Ruth smiled. “Before I forget, Ted said he’s performing the autopsy on John Jacobson at 10:00 a.m. and said you’re welcome to attend.”

  “Yeah, I think maybe I should do that.”

  She handed him today’s mail.

  “Are you seeing her again?” asked Ruth as he turned to head to his office.

  He turned back. “Who would that be?”

  She smiled again. “I hope you remember you’re up for re-election next year and having a wife on your arm, or even better, a pregnant one by your side, will definitely boost your odds of winning.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  ****

  Lacey pulled her coat collar up and walked down the end of the high street. Could you actually call it a high street? She wasn’t sure. Every store she’d been in, mostly to be nosy and to get out of the cold wind, everyone had been super friendly. After doing some exploring, she felt like something to warm her body, and noticed the café on the opposite side of the street.

  As she got to the parking lot, a brown 4x4 pulled up, and she noticed Shane’s niece, Emily sitting in it next to a man who looked like he could be Shane’s brother. He had the same high cheekbones, nose, and even the slight wave in the hair.

  Emily was just getting out as Lacey approached.

  “Hi Emily,” she said hopping she remembered her.

  “It’s Lacey, right?”

  Lacey nodded.

  “Dad, this lady knows Uncle Shane. She’s new in town and her name’s Lacey.”

  He leaned over and waved to her. “Welcome to Timber Creek,” he said.

  “Thank you.”

  “Hey Emily, I’ll be back to collect you at three, so you be ready because we’ve got groceries to buy,” he said.

  “Okay, bye Daddy.”

  Flynn waved and drove off, and Emily walked with Lacey to the café door.

  “I hope you’ve got something warm and maybe something spicy to drink because I’m freezing.”

  “It’s not even cold yet,” said Emily.

  “Don’t tell me that,” said Lacey opening the door for them.

  Marie smiled as they entered the café. “It’s Lacey, right?” she asked.

  “Yes, and I’m in urgent need of a hot beverage,” said Lacey clapping her hands together.

  “I have just the thing,” said Marie. “Sit yourself down and I’ll be right back. Emily, honey, you can help me with the scone mixture if you want.”

  “All right, Gran.”

  Lacey took off her gloves and coat and hung them on a stand and then slid into a booth by the fire that luckily was lit. As she looked out of the window, snowflakes began swirling around outside.

  Marie headed to the table with what looked like something with lots of calories.

  “Here you go. Spicy hot chocolate with a good dose of whipped cream.”

  “Oh b
oy, if I keep coming back in here I’m going to have to find a way to burn these extra calories.”

  A specific activity did spring to mind.

  “You ski?” asked Marie.

  “No, never tried it.”

  “There are lots of places around here that you can learn.”

  “I guess it’s something to think about.” Lacey took her first sip, and while it wasn’t quite as wonderful as last night with Shane, it was pretty damn close.

  “So have you found a job or someplace to live?” asked Marie.

  “No, it’s on my to-do list for this afternoon. I don’t suppose anyone wants a graphic designer or illustrator?”

  “I’ll ask around for you honey, but your best bet would probably be in Missoula.”

  “And that’s what, an hour’s drive?”

  Marie nodded. “And if you don’t find a place to live, there’s an apartment above the café. The rent’s affordable and the landlord is a sweetheart.”

  “That’s great. Could you talk to them, and maybe I can take a look at the place?”

  “You just have and as soon as you finish your drink I’ll take you up there and you can look around all you want.”

  ****

  Shane walked through to the back of the building that housed the county’s medical examiner’s offices and lab. Ted was halfway through performing the autopsy on John. He stopped talking into his recorder and looked up.

  “Morning, Shane.”

  “Ted,” said Shane nodding. “Found anything of interest?”

  “As a matter of fact I have.”

  He beckoned him over to the table where John’s body lay.

  “Take a look here, under the fingernail of his left index finger.”

  He handed Shane a lighted magnifying glass. As Shane leaned over to view the dead man’s hands he saw a silver of something orange.

  “Is that what I think it is?” asked Shane.

  “If your hunch tells you it’s from an orange jacket used for hunting, then yes, I’d say it is.”

  “Hmm, that’s interesting. Those guys told me John hadn’t been wearing his jacket because he’d ripped it yesterday, and hence the reason he wasn’t seen.”

  “Of course, that’s not to say that they’re not telling you the truth that he wasn’t wearing it. Maybe it was caught under his nail from the last time that he was.”