My Coyote Ugly Life

by Jessica Spoon

  He lowers a cup of the bra and his mouth wraps around my bare nipple, ripping a moan from my throat. He slowly works his way down my body taking my underwear as he goes.

  “Chief…” I breathe out as he hovers over me.

  He kisses his way up both my thighs and then his tongue strokes my clit.

  “Oh, God…” my hips buck off the bed; his hand reaches up and twists and pulls on my exposed nipple, causing me to undulate under his expert touch. “Chief…” I pant out as I feel it building.

  A phone ringing and Grayson’s muffled “Fuck” pull me out of the beautiful storm I was wrapped up in.

  “Grayson,” I pant out, breathing heavy, “don’t…”

  He looks up at me with regret shining brightly in his eyes.

  “Fuck, Ree…” his voice is pained. “It’s work. They wouldn’t call if it wasn’t an emergency.”

  “Shit,” I drop my head back hard onto the bed, knowing that arguing is futile. He rolls away from me and pulls his phone out of his pocket.

  “This better be fucking good,” he growls into the phone; a hysterical giggle escapes my throat before I can catch it. “What?” his body stiffens and I look over at him to see his eyes get a far off glint and his jaw clench.

  I scoot up against the headboard, grabbing the covers from the unmade bed to cover my lower body with. Grayson’s eyes follow my movements; his jaw remaining hard and his eyes not reaching mine. A chill slides over my skin at the look on his face.

  “Got it, be there soon,” he clips and hangs up.

  He looks at me a long moment, his eyes traveling down my body slowly.

  “Stop,” I order him, a small smile on my lips and feeling a little uncomfortable.

  He moves up on the bed, lays out alongside me throwing his leg over both of mine, “I’m sorry, Ree,” his eyes are full of regret and longing that causes a nice little quiver.

  I smile at him and grab his hand; entwining our fingers together, “It’s okay. It’s work,” I shrug.

  I mean, it sucks big time, because that was freaking amazing, but his job is important.

  “It’s not okay…” his eyes roam over my face trying to read me, “but I’ll make it up to you.”

  His head raises and he presses his lips to mine softly, giving me just a quick curl of his tongue before he pulls back. He lets go of my hand, spanning his across my exposed stomach and caressing upward until he reaches my breast.

  I suck in a sharp breath and he pinches my nipple through the lace of my bra. “Hey!” I laugh, swatting his hand away. “Don’t do that! You’re leaving, Chief.”

  He grins that beautiful half smile at me, “Just putting you on pause, baby.” He gives me another quick kiss and hops out of bed.

  “Jerk,” I mumble, pulling the covers higher and rubbing the sting out of my nipple. “You pinched that a little hard!” I yell at him as he walks into his bathroom.

  He turns around from the doorway of the bathroom and winks (yes actually winks at me), “I’ll make it all better later.”

  “Whatever,” I roll my eyes; a smile on my face.

  ***

  “Where is it?” Grayson growls to Declan as he strides into the police station.

  He’s not happy about having to leave Ree. He’s even less happy for the reason.

  He took her home, per her request.

  “You don’t know how long you’ll be and I can get some work done in the meantime,” she reasoned. “Just come by my place if you want when you’re done.”

  He dropped her at her house about ten minutes ago, kissing her goodnight and leaving one of them hard and smiling and the other wet and panting.

  “You do realize what happened tonight, don’t you?” he asked against her lips before kissing her. “Between us?”

  When he removed his mouth from hers she breathed out, “Shit just got real.”

  He laughed and brushed her hair behind her ear murmuring, “Yeah, gorgeous. Shit just got real.” He brushed his lips over hers again, watched her go inside, waited to hear the door lock and went back to his truck.

  “Right here, Cole,” Colt Evans answers apprehensively, taking in Grayson’s murderous expression.

  He hands Grayson a clear plastic bag with a letter sealed inside. It can be read through the bag, the handwriting barely legible through the smudges of a red substance covering the small paper.

  Dear Chief Grayson Cole,

  She is mine.

  I suggest you back off.

  Now.

  What. The. Fuck.

  “What do we know?” Grayson asks Declan, still staring at the paper in his clenched fist.

  “Not much, Chief. No evidence found on the letter at all,” Grayson looks up to see Reid clenching his jaw. “Not even any saliva on the fucking envelope since it was one of those that come ready to stick.”

  “Grayson.” He looks to his left to see Jacobson walking towards him from the back with a nod of his head.

  “Hey,” he answers.

  “We need to ask her,” Ryder says what Grayson has been wanting to avoid.

  “Well, you probably shouldn’t,” Reid says smiling at Ryder.

  “Why? What’s going on?” Grayson asks.

  “Didn’t you hear?” Reid asks holding back laughter.

  “Obviously not,” Grayson replies dryly.

  “Your girl got into a verbal, and nearly physical, sparring match with our boy here.” The hold on his laughter breaks as he throws his head back. Jacobson’s jaw clenches. “Was she really poking you in the chest, scolding you like an eight year old boy?” he manages to ask between guffaws.

  “Jesus,” Grayson shakes his head a smile beginning to form on his face. He looks at Jacobson, “What the hell, dude?”

  “What?” Ryder asks him.

  “I got the third degree because I didn’t tell her you were in town and on the force, so what the hell is the story there?” he clarifies.

  “Just a lot of history, Cole,” he answers, a look crossing his face. One he used to get back in the sand pit.

  When asked he would just say he was thinking about home. This usually stopped further inquiry, because everyone (but Grayson) was thinking about home and what they’d left there.

  After the Spanish Inquisition Ree gave him, that look makes a bit more sense.

  “Someday,” he pats Ryder on the shoulder.

  “Someday what?”

  “Someday you’ll tell me the story, but not tonight.”

  “So what else do we have?” Grayson looks at Reid. “Any indication this guy has anything to do with the McGee woman?”

  “Not yet,” he answers. “Just a few hairs and fibers found on the body that have come up with nothing. Whoever this guy is, he’s not in the system… Which brings us back to you,” he continues. “You gonna ask her? Or do you want one of us?”

  Grayson runs his hand through his hair, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’ll do it,” he answers after letting out a deep breath.

  He really doesn’t want to. She will probably completely freak out and he really doesn’t want to go over her history of men and who could be responsible.

  It doesn’t bother him that she’d been with men before him. Does he wish she was completely his? Of course, but this is the twenty first century and she’s a beautiful woman who has been avoiding commitment for years, so she’s bound to compile a list.

  He just doesn’t want to go through it with her…

  “Alright, show me what else we’ve got,” he tells Reid and Jacobson. “Might as well give it all to me, while I’m here.”

  They spend the next two hours going over the case that has no leads until he talks to Ree when he finally stands up from his desk.

  “Okay, boys. I’m out,” he tells them stretching his arms above his head.

  “We still on for the weekend?” Declan asks.

  “Yeah. Come by anytime in the afternoon,” Grayson answers.

  “Heard you invited the whole town,” Jacobson smiles
at him.

  Grayson shakes his head, closing his eyes, “Yeah…”

  “You’ve got it bad, Chief,” Reid laughs.

  “Don’t I know it,” he smiles and walks out of the office, “Later.”

  “Later,” they both reply.

  Ten minutes later he pulls into Ree’s drive and gets out. He grabs the key from his pocket that she had given him when he asked, unlocks the front door and steps into the pitch black house. He makes his way down the hallway to the left and into the bedroom. The moon light is shining in the doors, providing light for him to put his gun and badge on the nightstand and strip out of his clothes. He pulls the covers back and climbs into bed, pushing Ree as he goes.

  Amazing how such a small woman can take up so much space, he thinks to himself smiling and pulling her close to him. She curls into his side and throws her leg over his, her arm going over his stomach.

  “Everything okay?” she mumbles, still half asleep.

  “Yeah, baby. It’s fine,” he kisses the top of her head.

  “Need to talk about it?”

  “In the morning,” he answers.

  “Okay, Chief,” she whispers.

  That glorious pain pierces the left side of his chest again as she burrows closer. He wonders if he’ll ever get used to it, or if it will leave him a bit breathless every time it happens…

  He loves how her voice gets soft when she calls him ‘Chief’ and a look crosses her face that makes him want to fuck her seven ways from Sunday.

  His arm tightens around her and he drifts off to sleep thinking about all the ways he can wake her up.

  ***

  Grayson wakes with a start. His heart racing and a fine sheen of sweat on his brow.

  He hears Ree softly snoring next to him, reminding him of where he is.

  But more importantly: where he isn’t.

  The dreams don’t plague him like they did when he first came back stateside, but that doesn’t mean they don’t make an appearance once and a while.

  He runs his hand through his hair, letting it rest at the top of his head as he waits for his heart to slow back down.

  Ree nuzzles closer to him, her arm tightening around his waist.

  “Chief?” she whispers.

  “It’s fine, Ree,” he replies quietly.

  She runs her hand up and down his abdomen slowly before working her way up to his chest, running her fingers through the small patch of hair he has there.

  She turns her head into his shoulder and presses a slow kiss to his skin.

  His dick begins to harden as the signals she’s sending him register.

  He curls her tighter into him.

  “Planning to finish what you start?” he asks her, a small smile forming across his lips.

  “If you are…” she answers, working her way up his neck, her nails snagging against his nipple.

  His dick stands at complete attention as he runs his free hand up and under her tank top, heading for her nipple.

  He tilts his jaw down just as her lips begin kissing it, allowing him to capture her mouth with his.

  He gently works his tongue into her mouth, hers eagerly meeting him. She grinds her body into him, her leg that is over his hitching higher and rubbing against his dick.

  A low moan forms in his throat and he deepens the kiss while grasping at her nipple with his fingers. He rolls her onto her back, covering her with his body. His other hand travels up her tank, lifting it up and over her head.

  She wraps her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back and lifting her hips up to press her heat against his throbbing cock. He grinds into her, knowing how she loves the contact.

  His mouth moves and travels down her neck and to her breasts, sliding her underwear off as he goes with her assisting him.

  “Chief…” she breathes out, making his dick pulse painfully.

  Her hands fist in his hair as he works his way down her body. He slides a finger through her wetness, spreading it around before lowering his head to lick a trail up to her clit.

  “Yes…” her hands tighten in his hair, her hips jerking off the bed.

  He works her with his tongue and fingers relentlessly until she is on the edge then he moves a hand up and pinches, twists and flicks at her nipple, pushing her over the edge.

  “Oh, God!” she cries out loudly, making him smile against her dripping opening as he continues to lick and finger her through it.

  When she finally comes down he kisses the inside of both of her thighs then kisses up her body.

  “Azaria,” he whispers, her eyes focus on him lazily, an equally lazy smile gracing her face.

  “You’re amazing,” her grin deepens.

  He chuckles and presses his lips against hers. He reaches over the side of the bed for his jeans and fishes out a condom. He strips out of his briefs and slides the condom on then holds his cock at her opening before kissing her… searching her mouth with his tongue.

  She wraps her legs around him again, her arms going around his shoulders.

  He readies her for him by sliding the head of his cock against her wetness, causing him to groan at how hot and wet she is; so much so that he’s afraid it will burn through the condom.

  “Let me feel you, Chief,” she whispers against his lips.

  It’s his undoing.

  He slams completely into her, groaning out in complete bliss. She feels better than he could have ever imagined.

  “Fuck…” he bites out, trying to hold himself in check.

  “Yes…” she breathes, rocking her hips against him, fucking herself on his cock.

  He slides deeper into her, holding her in place, allowing him a few seconds to compose himself.

  He slides out and slides back into her… slowly working an easy pace that she easily matches, her hips swirling in a clockwise direction.

  Their breaths mingle, their lips touching as he stares into her eyes.

  “Faster,” she begs him, her nails dig into his shoulders. “Harder, Chief.”

  He does as she requests and sets a punishing rhythm for the both of them.

  He kisses every inch of her skin he can reach, one hand fisting in her hair to hold her in place, the other going to her nipple to pinch and twist it.

  Before long he feels her muscles contract around him, her legs tightening and her nails latching deep into the skin of his back.

  He quickens his pace, dropping his head to her nipple and his hand to her clit, pushing her over the edge.

  She cries out with her second release and he continues pounding into her before his orgasm hits him.

  He covers her mouth with his in a deep, passionate kiss as he goes over the edge, growling deep from his throat into her mouth.

  She takes his weight when he finishes as he slowly glides in and out of her long after his orgasm finishes; not wanting to break the connection of their bodies.

  She gently runs her hands up and down his back, both of them coming down.

  He nuzzles his face into her neck where he lays soft kisses before sliding out of her and rolling, taking her with him. She curls into his side holding tight.

  “Shit really just got real, Chief,” she whispers.

  He smiles, “Yeah, Ree, it did.”

  ChapterTen

  Witchy Woman

  “Mom!” I hiss at her, “Stop cleaning Grayson’s house!”

  “Well!” she huffs, standing up from wiping the base boards in his dining room and placing her hands on her hips, rag in hand, “Excuse me for wanting to make sure everything looks nice.” I lean against the island in the kitchen facing her and cross my arms. “You know, as his girlfriend it is your duty to make sure his house looks nice. It’s what we, as women, do.”

  “Are you off your rocker?” I ask her with a horrified expression.

  “Well… maybe it’s not your duty, but you should let him know, subtly of course, that you keep a nice house.” She walks into the kitchen and around to the sink and begins rinsing ou
t the rag. “It’ll give you staying power if he knows that he doesn’t have to worry about coming home and cleaning after working hard to protect the town.”

  I continue to stare at her like she is a few fries short of a Happy Meal.

  “Sandra,” Kota jumps in, sitting on one of the counters and drinking a beer, “I think you’ve lost your damn mind. I’m with Ree on this one. A man can keep his own house or he can move back in with mommy. He should’ve been weaned off the tit a long time ago.”

  I smile at my best friend and begin to shake with the hilarity of her saying this to my mother.

  It’s Saturday.

  The day of the barbeque at Grayson’s house.

  Or as I like to call it: The Grayson & Ree Relationship Exhibit.

  It’s been a long week to say the least.

  Wednesday morning Grayson had to leave early for work, which totally sucked.

  Plus it cut into my plans for some shower sex.

  I spent all day locked in my office working until Malia and Kota came over for our pow-wow.

  ***

  “So how was last night?” Malia wags her brows at me and begins to giggle. “Did he kiss you goodnight?”

  “Are we in fucking middle school again?” Kota asks her with a roll of her eyes.

  “No,” I answer Malia, “but he sure fucked me goodnight,” I wink at Kota.

  Kota chuckles and Malia gasps.

  “Ree that is awfully br… brash,” she stumbles over the word through a hiccup and takes another drink of her second margarita.

  “That’s me,” I shrug with a smile, taking a sip of my own.

  “Well,” she hiccups again, “was it good?”

  “Best I’ve ever had,” I raise my glass up.

  “Really?” Kota asks excitedly.

  “Yep,” I answer. “The man has got some moves and that’s all I’ll say about that.”

  “Honey, that’s all,” hiccup, “you have to say,” Malia giggles. “I need me some of that!”