He opened the drawer on the end table and pulled out a condom. With the ease of a 70s cowboy lighting a match on a cigarette commercial, he ripped the wrapper off and rolled it over his gargantuan cock.
I was relieved he was using a condom. When we had sex a week ago on the picnic table, it bothered me. I mean, the sex didn’t bother me but after I regretted being too wrapped up in the moment and not thinking about safety.
Seriously though, I couldn’t get over how big he was.
He stood over me staring at my chest and I realized I still had my shirt on. I ripped it from my body and threw it across the room.
“Now we’re both naked and ready to do this.” I waved at my pelvis like a model at a car show, eager to point out all the features my pussy had for him.
His hand landed on my bent knee and grazed a hot trail down until I opened wide for him. My vision blurred when he pushed his fingers back inside me. I shook my head, trying to focus. Tyler had some magic hands.
“Feel good?” he asked.
I nodded as I was having trouble forming words. His other hand slid over his cock, giving it a few pumps and I nearly lost it. That thing needed to be inside me.
“You know my pussy could do a much better job than your hand. No offense to your hand, as it does an excellent job on me.”
The corner of his lips twitched as his knees came to rest on the bed between my thighs.
“Such a smart-ass.”
“I am to please.”
His thumb slid over my clit and that shut me up. The man knew how to work my body. I lifted my hips to give him the hint that I wanted his cock, not his fingers, inside me. He pushed me back down and crawled over top. Now I had nothing inside me, except the butt plug, but it was turned off and I didn’t even have the control in my hand. That’s what I get for being greedy . . .
My eyes flickered to where it lay on the bed and Tyler’s gaze followed. “Oh, the little bugger that started it all.” He snatched it up, grazing his thumb over it. “I wonder how this feels?”
I lifted my hips once again. “Amazing.”
The glint in his eyes as they traveled my body to where the plug was inserted did things to me. I shivered and hoped that he’d stop the teasing and fill me like I’d been fantasizing about for weeks.
This on- and off-again game we’ve been playing was tiring. I wanted his body and he stared at mine enough times to burn me to ash. We were letting emotions dictate our lives, and I was thankful he was finally seeing the light.
Sex was fun, especially when emotions weren’t involved.
“Would I feel this if I was inside you?” Tyler reached down, grabbed the base of his cock, and lined it to my soaked lips.
“Yes. God, yes.” It was more of a beg than an answer to his question, but I knew he’d enjoy the vibrations from the plug.
Like the adorable, sexy, tortuous asshole that he was, he bit his lip while he traced his tip over me.
“The only way to find out is to venture inside.” I wrapped my legs around him and gave a helpful push. He poked me with his cock but not in the spot I wanted. “Do you need help finding it?” There was no hiding the frustration in my voice.
He chuckled and positioned himself before collapsing on top of me. Brushing his lips over mine, Tyler gave me the sweetest languid kiss as he moved his hips. Inch by torturous inch, he worked to fill me.
All the men I had been with got straight to work. They rolled on the condom and plowed right inside, but Tyler did none of that. It’s as if he was savoring every second. I had to admit it made everything he did to my body feel incredible.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Tyler said with a groan in my ear.
“Ditto.”
He lifted his head with a half-smile. “Ditto?”
There was no pause in the action as he questioned me. If anything, he was doing things with his hips that I didn’t think were possible since he was only using his elbow to lift himself. This required Olympic-style athleticism and we were only in the missionary position. My fingers tickled his abs and realized how he was pulling this off without breaking a sweat.
The man had abs so tight I was afraid he’d cut himself in two with them.
“How . . . how can you . . . words . . . ?” The butt plug wasn’t even on and I was on the fast track to orgasm city. His free hand slid down my chest as he stared at me like a curious scientist and toyed with my nipple.
It was evil what he was doing to me—evil and glorious.
“Because I take care of my body. And now, I can take care of yours, too.”
That almost made me come.
He turned on the plug and everything went hazy. My body responded by trying to meet his halfway in the air. I wanted to roll him over and ride Tyler to oblivion.
“Christ, you weren’t joking. This is incredible,” he said as his forehead fell to my chest.
I watched as he lifted his head, sweat finally appearing in a fine line across his brow. He looked like a god lost in greatness as his eyes grew hazy. I knew that all the sex I had before him was pathetic compared to how he worked me. The man knew how to use his body for maximum satisfaction. And this lady was grade-A satisfied.
I scratched my nails up his back like a wild animal because that’s how he made me feel. Tyler trapped me under him, using my body, and I loved every second of it. When his fingers curled into my hair and pulled, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came.
This wasn’t some erotic display of beautiful bodies connected. We were like rutting animals unable to get enough of each other. I was slick from sweat, refusing to let go of the man who defiled my body in the best way.
He groaned as he slammed into me and I heard the sticky slap of our bodies as I came to meet him.
I was close but needed one more push to be over the edge. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand onto my breast. My nipples were like second clits—but they weren’t delicate flowers, either. I liked it rough and considered adding nipple clamps to my action team.
As if Tyler could read my mind, he twisted and pinched my nipple at the same time he pulled my hair.
“Tyler,” I said with a moan as my climax hit hard.
I had no idea what he was doing to me because I was lost in the darkness of orgasmic bliss. He could be training monkeys to do the can-can and I would have no idea. But whatever Tyler did caused my climax to keep coming.
I thought when we had sex in our old spot on the edge of town it was good, but this was mind-blowing. No, that’s not right. It was pussy-blowing. I was afraid my vagina would be useless after this—a tattered former shell of its old self.
Tyler called my name, and I felt him still inside me. He must be coming, too. Would this be our lives now? Stuck together for all eternity in orgasmic bliss.
As much as I liked that idea, I think I would get hungry from time to time, and then there was sleep. Can a person sleep while climaxing?
It took a while but eventually, the orgasm faded. I opened my eyes to find Tyler’s body heaped on top of mine—with his magic cock still inside me—as he dotted kisses up and down my neck.
“You feel so good,” I said and realized he must have turned off the butt plug because my ass wasn’t vibrating anymore.
Huh. I never liked the after-sex part before. My mind would count down the minutes until the guy got off me and went to put his clothes back on. If he was good in bed, I’d offer him some coffee, but nothing that let the guy believe that he was allowed to stay overnight.
But the heaviness of Tyler’s body, the heat, and the tiny spasms from his cock inside me was giving me warm, gooey emotions I wasn’t used to.
“I love your earlobe.” Tyler gave one a nibble to prove his point. Electric sparks shimmied down my neck, causing me to giggle.
Was I turning into the love-sick idiot I always despised? I couldn’t. It was one really incredible moment of sex. Something to look back on and sigh in pleasure. Use it as spank-bank material but nothing more.
“I love your cock. That thing should come with a warning sign.”
Tyler rolled over, taking me with him. In doing so, his cock slipped out and that made me frown. He fit so perfectly inside me.
Now I was on top of him and could easily get off of him, maybe head to the bathroom to clean up. But, for once in my life, I wanted to stay pressed up against his body.
“What would the warning say?”
Tyler smiled and my pussy spasmed. I had to kiss it away for fear I might orgasm without him inside me. But it was worse when I pulled back from the kiss. The smile had gone from devastating to hypnotic. It was lazy, satisfied with how I was reacting.
“Warning: dick has been known to cause explosive orgasms. Pussy may be destroyed when engaged.”
The rumble of laughter that barreled out of his mouth made me happy. It seemed anything Tyler did at this moment caused the butterflies in my chest to come to life. He wrapped his arms around me and pushed us to our side. Basically, I was a puppet in his arms. My body was useless, and he would have to be my caretaker from now on.
“I hope your pussy isn’t destroyed because I’ve only begun with your birthday orgasming pleasure.”
Of all the grins he gave me tonight, this was my favorite. It was devilish and I knew my heart—and probably my vagina—wouldn’t survive the night.
TWENTY-ONE
Tyler
“So, you’re in love?” Austen asked as we sat on the bench inside the police station.
I nodded because it was true, not for show. As if I needed to say it out loud to pull off the fake engagement but because I felt it in my bones. Iona and I were meant to be together. The story fed to the public was fake but how my heart skipped a beat when Iona was near was undeniably real.
“Yes.”
Since Iona and I had sex on her birthday a week ago, it’s been everything I dreamed of when I was young. My fantasies were naïve and over-the-top back then. I imagined she’d smile at me when I woke up next to her in bed or give me a kiss as I left for work in the morning or even help me straighten my tie after I got dressed. Sweet images that caused my chest to flutter.
And it’s not like those things didn’t happen over the past week because they did. The only difference was now she was naked in them. And the one where she smiled as I woke, that wasn’t as innocent as I first imagined eleven years ago—it’s hard to smile when you have a dick in your mouth.
That’s right. Iona woke me in the morning with a blow job. She was a dream come true.
It felt like a lifetime ago when she was ignoring me. Even when we were young and she moved to the other side of the country seemed like another life.
“Then why are we here? It’s not like you need your stuff.”
He was more irritable than usual. I think part of the problem was that the diner was only open on weekends for the next few weeks because a celebrity chef was in town filming there.
If Austen couldn’t get his daily pancake fix, he turned into a moody dick, and I meant that in the friendliest way possible. I loved the guy, but sugar was his drug of choice and he was jonesing.
“Have you thought about having sex for that problem?”
His eyes widened. “What?” He glanced around. No one was paying attention to us, far too busy doing officer things. Especially Edwina Black, the first female cop of Fire Lake. She’s one year away from retirement, so she’s on front desk duty. She earned the cushy front desk job from dealing with asshole perps and sexist cops over the past thirty years. I knew this because every time she came into the diner, she told everyone she ran into.
“You’re grumpier than normal. Look at me. I was uptight before Iona came back, and now . . .” I leaned back and placed my hands behind my head.
“You were never uptight. A bit of a man-child, but never uptight. Now you’re just a gloating man-child.”
Someone was jealous.
“And no, I’m not jealous.” Austen shook his head.
“Whoa, did you just read my mind?”
He rolled his eyes. “No, it’s just easy to predict what a man-child is thinking.”
“Anyway, we’re here because the guys stole my furniture. Sure, they were cheap mega-chain pieces of furniture, but it’s the principle. I trusted those guys to be in my home and move my things. Instead, they broke that trust and ran away with everything.”
He shook his head. I noticed his thick head of dark hair was a mess. Not his usual combed to perfection style.
“But why cheap furniture? I mean, if they were going to steal stuff, wouldn’t they take expensive things?”
That was odd. Surely, they would’ve tried to rob Carter. After all, he’s related to billionaires.
“I’m sure Sheriff Heart will be able to answer those questions. It’s not like I need the furniture now, but Garrison might require some information from me.”
As if on cue, the man himself, Sheriff Garrison Heart stepped through a door next to Officer Black’s desk. He was a few years older than me, and I remember he was a senior in high school when I was a freshman. He was cool then and even cooler now.
I had sort of a man-crush on him, but I’d never tell anyone that. Not even Iona.
“Dr. Ferguson, glad you could meet with me this afternoon.” The sheriff rambled forward like someone out of an old western movie. I had a theory he was a reincarnated John Wayne.
I stood a little too fast and became dizzy. Playing it off like a pro because it wasn’t the first time I became overly anxious in front of Garrison, I turned toward Austen as if I meant to introduce him right away.
I hadn’t, by the way. It was the only way I could move without falling backward.
“This is my friend, Austen Goode. He was there when I signed the papers for the house. I thought you might want to speak with him, too.”
“What does that have to do with the men who took your furniture?” The sheriff lifted his right brow and I knew, one day, he was going to make a very lucky woman happy.
“Nothing. Nothing at all. I was just, um . . .” Stalling. I was stalling because the man made me tongue-tied. He once asked if I needed help in the library in high school when I had dropped some books. I responded by saying the gym teacher was allergic to mushrooms.
“Wait, did you purchase the Dante Drive property three weeks ago?”
I knew my cheeks were beet red, but I didn’t care. Garrison Heart knew something about me, some factoid about my life, and that was everything.
“Yes, it’s a long story—”
Which I was about to start but the sheriff interrupted me.
“Actually, maybe I could talk to Mr. Goode. I got a lead on something and I’d love to discuss it with you two.”
“Yes!” I said and pulled Austen along before he could answer.
Garrison brought us back through the door by Edwina’s desk. It brought back memories from when my parents were arrested. There wasn’t a specific time I remember as they were both in and out of jail all my life. My mom was usually in for drugs and my dad for stealing.
They were parents of the year . . . in hell.
“Right this way.” The sheriff waved us toward the chairs in his office and closed the door behind us.
“I think we caught the two guys who stole your furniture. There were two men matching the description that the moving company gave us who ended up in the hospital in Bangor for poisoning.”
“Poisoning?” Austen said, and I swore his eyes were about to fall out of his head. I probably looked just as bad.
“Yes, which brings you here, Dr. Ferguson. They claim you poisoned them.”
I felt light-headed again, only this time I was seated.
“Me? Why would I poison anyone, let alone my own movers? I never even met them.”
I stared at Austen, pleading with my eyes for him to defend me. He was there. He even helped me pack up the place.
“I’ve known Tyler since I moved here two years ago, and I can attest that he would never try to kill anyone.�
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Garrison held up his hands. “Look, Tyler . . . can I call you Tyler?”
I nodded absently as I pondered what my new life would be like in jail. I wasn’t an idiot; I knew those guys would take a shine to me. I was too pretty not to get a boyfriend in there.
Being secure enough in your masculinity to have a man-crush on a tough sheriff didn’t mean I wanted to be somebody’s boy-toy in jail.
“Tyler, you aren’t my main suspect. But, as per procedure, I will have to take you back and question you.” He threw a thumb over his shoulder.
Christ, this must have been what my father felt like. Was I turning into that lying cheat? Maybe this was punishment for lying to the world about Iona and me.
“Okay.” My throat was so dry it felt like I had swallowed sand, so I was surprised I had managed to squeak out the simplest of words.
“I gotta hunch about something. And I have never been wrong about my hunches.” The man winked at me and to my surprise, I felt much better.
“If you need to question Tyler, then perhaps I should come back for the questions about the property on Dante Drive,” Austen offered.
“That might help me with my questions. I can’t get into it now, but I do need to ask you first about the furniture.”
“Fire away.” I pointed my finger at him like it was a gun and winked back at the sheriff.
He frowned. I turned to Austen. He was grimacing, too. I guess I wasn’t cool enough to pull off the finger gun-wink combo.
“Did you or your realtor find the property?”
“He did. He showed me a few dumps at first and I wondered if he was any good at his job, but then he pulled out the Dante Drive house. Said it hadn’t even come on the market yet and the owner was quick to sell. I thought I was getting a deal.” I rolled my eyes realizing I was getting robbed instead.
“Maybe you can answer this, Mr. Goode. The lawyer for closing, had you ever seen him before? I’m sure being the bank manager, you’ve dealt with a lot of real estate closings in your career.”
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