I Caught the Sheriff

by Cerise DeLand

  “Just one thing.”

  “Yeah?” He searched her face for whatever that might be. “Tell me quick.”

  She let her gaze caress his own, pleased, proud she could appeal him so wildly. “In a hurry, Coltrane?”

  “Nah, what makes you think I’m in a rush?” he denied it while he panted and surveyed the pebbling of her nipples under her shirt. “You said nice and easy. That’s what you’ll get.”

  “A man of your word?”

  “Always. What’s your one thing, Red?”

  “We won’t talk about your neighbor.”

  “Oh, honey.” He chuckled up at the sky. “That dime-store cowboy is the farthest thing from my mind. Now, get that sweet ass in my truck, and tell me where we’re going.”

  My bed. A quick check of her peripheral vision told her no one was anywhere near them. Bold and hungry for him, she moved toward him and wrapped one leg and two arms around that huge, hard body. Then with a brush of her lips against his, she said, “I’ll give directions. Okay with you?”

  With one wild jerk, he hauled her smack up against him, then hoisted the leg she’d coiled around his. His cock nestled fierce and full between her pussy lips, and in the thick denim, she felt herself melt like ice cream.

  With one hot hand on her ass, he spoke on her mouth. “Whatever you want, today it’s yours.” Then he kissed her. Tongue and teeth and crushing madness.

  Damn me. She sank her fingers in his hair and knew giving in to her need for him would be like this. Mindless and undeniable.

  He pulled away, shock in his eyes, one hand fisted in her hair. “But hear this. After today, it’s my rules.”

  “As long as we don’t break any laws,” she agreed as she reached up to kiss him again.

  He held her head steady. “No laws at all, honey, where we’re goin’.”

  * * * * *

  He drove to her house like a blind man ‘cuz his mind was gone. All his blood had sunk to his cock. His jeans were too tight for a guy of thirty-nine. His desire too wild for a man who hadn’t had a woman in the sack in…what? At least one long freaking year.

  Thank god she gave directions quickly and since no one was on the road but at the fairgrounds, he pulled into her driveway in less than four minutes. He knew the time precisely, because his throbbing dick demanded he clock the trip. Especially, since she had her hand over his shaft and the heat was driving him insane.

  As he killed the engine, she reached for her own door handle and struck out like a bolt of lightning, headed for her front door.

  His legs took the lawn in a dash and reached her foyer as she turned to close the door behind him.

  With two hands to her shoulders, he pushed her to the wall. “You sure you want to do this, Sheriff?”

  “Very.” Her torrid blue gaze dueled with his. “Are you, Mr. Coltrane?”

  “I’m asking no favors outside your bedroom.” One of his thumbs rubbed her lower lip, pulling it down. Man, he was dying to get inside every bit of her.

  “Good.” She nipped him. “You won’t get any.”

  He leaned forward, skimming his nose down along the warm, elegant column of throat. “But I want every one you’ve got to give inside it.”

  She rubbed her hips against his. “Guaranteed. Follow me.”

  Pulling out of his arms, she took the long hallway at a clip.

  “We just passed the stairs, lady. Where are we going?”

  “Getting supplies.”

  Supplies. Condoms? Christ, never thought about that. She’d better have ‘em. He was as unprepared for this as a sixteen-year-old in a drive-in parking lot.

  But when she dropped his hand and reached in the refrigerator, he thought he’d die of ecstasy. She brought out two handfuls of ice cubes, then plunked them in a large bowl. Next, she produced a can of whipped cream and a jar of strawberry jam. From her pantry came a jar of butterscotch ice-cream topping.

  By this time, he had his hands on his hips, doubling over with laughter. “You planned this?”

  “A girl can dream, can’t she?”

  “Hell, darlin’, you look serious but you shock me outta my socks!” He grabbed her by the waist. “Gather up that stuff.”

  “You like my menu?” She gave him a wide-eyed challenge.

  “We’ll see when I lick it off you.” That’s when he upended her over his shoulder.

  She screeched.

  He swatted her behind. “Cut that out or I’ll drop you and that would not be sexy!”

  “Wait! Wait!” She pummeled his back. “Turn around. I need the ice!”

  “Got it?” he barked and when she yelped, he pivoted for her stairs. “Let’s get these fireworks started.” He put one palm on her fine ass and marched up the steps. “Which way?” he asked at the top.

  “To the left.”

  He shouldered open a door and there stood a big brass bed he was gonna see fit to use every inch of. He let her fall to her back and went for her boots. “Kind of funny looking there, Red, hugging all those goodies.”

  She let her hands and arms fall open, so that her supplies fell around her like decoration, throwing fallen ice cubes back in the bowl.

  He pulled at her boots. One slid off and hit the floor with a plunk. Then, came the other. Finally, her socks. Impatient and panting, he could not resist pulling her legs open and putting his cock right up against her pussy. “Damn, you are hot and wet and we haven’t even gotten started.”

  “Imagine what it’ll feel like when you’re inside me,” she cooed like a tiny bird.

  “I am.” He shifted against her. “I have been since the other day.”

  “Me, too. Which is why…um,” she groaned as he reached for her belt buckle and unhooked it and her jeans button.

  He slid the zipper down and smacked his lips at the sight of her frilly lace panties. “Why what?”

  “I couldn’t wait around to have you.”

  As a reward for such blatant honesty, he sank a hand inside the front of that delicate pink silk. Pink. He grinned as he pulled down the front of the fabric to reveal a nicely shaved landing strip to her sweet little pussy. “Aw, hell, Red. For a tough sheriff, you are so girly.” His fingers slid between her hot folds and it was like touching molten glass. “I may not make it to fucking you.”

  She bucked as his fingers sank farther up inside her and she warned, “You’d better, Lex Coltrane. I’ve got everything you need.”

  “Tell me about it,” he moaned as he slid out of her, then stepped backward to pull off her jeans and panties and drop them to the carpet. “Need to see everything you’ve been covering up with that sheriff’s badge.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Don’t want to hide from you.”

  “I get that.” He began to work at her shirt buttons, but her fingers got in the way and he batted them away. “You are too damn slow, ma’am.” He put his hands to each opening of her shirt. “Let a man do it.” Then he ripped it open. And halted. She had the prettiest white lace bra—transparent, too. So convenient to see how her nipples pointed up at him. “What color are these lovely things here? Been dying to find out.” He undid the front snap. The bra fell open and he pursed his lips, certain he was embarrassing himself drooling. On two shaking arms, he hovered over one of her large, beckoning nipples. “What flavor have we got here, hmm?”

  She drove her fingers through his hair. “Come and taste.”

  Bending, he flicked his tongue over one satin peak. She bore the aromas of roses and vanilla. Was he dreaming that? He licked her again, ‘round and ‘round. He’d been right. She had prepared for him today with clothes, goodies, soap.

  He pulled away from her luscious breast like he’d been shot. “Hope you’ve got other supplies.”

  “I do,” she said, smiling ridiculously proud of herself. “Bought a box yesterday.”

  “Yesterday.” It was really a question.

  “Yep. Figured if I got lucky and you were interested, you wouldn’t walk around with them in your pockets.
”

  “You got that right.” He gave her a lopsided grin. Relieved they were going to party with all the necessary equipment, he asked, “How’d you figure you and I were gonna hook up?”

  “The way you look at me,” she whispered, her gaze caressing every feature of his face.

  “How’s that?”

  “Like you can’t get enough.”

  Oh, yeah. He sank down and seized her sweet mouth, then broke away like a rabid teenager with one burning desire. “Let’s see if you’re right.”

  Chapter Two

  She clutched his shirt. “I said I’d give directions.”

  Grinning, he put his hands in the air. “I surrender, Sheriff.”

  She worked at his buttons with speed but once she shoved his shirt over his shoulder, she hummed in delight. “Nice.” She brushed her palms down his arms to totally lose the shirt. Then she sat up to nuzzle her face into his sternum. “You smell good, too. Whatever you use, I love it.”

  He laughed, supporting her with one hand while she nibbled her way around his chest, kissing and licking. “If you’re gonna appreciate me like this, I promise to never change soaps.”

  She sucked one of his nipples into her mouth and he bucked.

  He pulled her head back. Looked into her dreamy eyes. “You gonna undress me?”

  She winked at him. “Stand up.”

  He pushed away and planted his legs on either side of hers.

  She moved in close and ran the tip of her tongue over the ridges of his abs. “Better than looking at Men’s Health.”

  He snorted as she cupped his balls in his jeans and caressed him, easy as could be. He shifted. “Hey, nice.”

  “You’re gonna love the way you feel,” she said in that dark voice and worked at his belt, his button and his zipper. Then she rubbed her nose in the hair on his pubic bone. “God, you are hard everywhere.”

  He stared at the ceiling. “You haven’t seen the half of it.”

  “I aim to,” she whispered, kissing him as she peeled down his boxers. “Oh, honey,” she oohed and ahhed over the sight of his cock. “This is more than half.”

  He grunted as she pushed his clothes to the floor and stroked his happy dick in her talented hand. Squeezing shut his eyes, he prayed for strength. “Hey, honey, easy. I want you bad but not in your mouth.”

  “No?” She put her lips to his head and sucked him hard, just once.

  The pressure was more than enough to make him grind his teeth.

  “Later!” He sank his hands in her hair to pull her away. “After we’ve had a piece of each other, hmm?”

  “But you agreed I’m in charge.” She pouted, a look so foreign to her usual commanding one that he chuckled.

  “Anything else you want, you get.”

  She lowered her long auburn lashes at him, wrapped one leg over the other, hiding that pretty pussy from him. “I want to play outlaw and sheriff.”

  He dropped his jaw. Took up the challenge and pointed to himself. “Only if I’m the long arm of the law.”

  She nodded, smiling at him in triumph like a pampered cat. “And I’ve just escaped from your jail.”

  He toed off his boots and yanked off his socks, then rose from the bed and stepped away.

  “Where are you going?” she asked, her tone ripe with disappointment.

  “Getting my own supplies. Sheriffs need to be armed.” He tipped his head toward her bathroom. “Where are your condoms?”

  “Here.” She lifted one of her pillows to show him a row of ten.

  Smacking his lips, he held a hand out. “Gimme one of those.”

  She tore one off the strip and slapped one in his hand. “Can I do the honors?”

  “Oh, no. Little jailbirds don’t mess with the sheriff. This first one is mine. Then if you’re good, well, we’ll see.” He scooped up his belt and hers. With a wicked grin, he coiled both lengths of leather in his hands and lifted his chin. “Spread out on that bed, fast and wide.”

  She wiggled her way backward on the mattress, her heart-shaped face alight with devilry. “I’ve been a bad girl.”

  “Very.” He made the word sound like a promise. “Put your arms out. That’s right. Now your legs.”

  She was a sweet trick, so eager to please, so graceful in her moves. Reclining, she nestled her lithe body in the forest-green comforter and damn, if her breasts still didn’t stand up high and pointed. While her pussy… Christ. He swallowed hard. Her cunt was a lovely open invitation to him, her slick folds glistening and swollen with creamy desire. Hell, he was gonna eat her for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

  “Come have a sample?” She arched a brow.

  He raised to his mouth the fingers that had been inside her sweet walls minutes ago. And sucked on them. “Good stuff. But first,” he taunted as he stepped near and smoothed the leather straps over her skin, “roll over.”

  She shuddered with need, then did as she was told.

  Her back was a beautiful hourglass, sleek and toned. But it was her ass that made his cock lengthen and fill. Unable to stop himself, he trailed a finger from the curve of one taut cheek to her moist pussy and then down her thigh to her knee. “No shivering. No movement or I stop right here. Walk away.”

  She mewled in objection. “Don’t go.”

  He reached over and traced a finger over her other cheek and down her left leg. “That’s better.”

  She hummed, and he could tell she was biting her lip.

  “I always wanted to catch a real live outlaw.” He crawled up on the bed on his knees and pushed her legs wider. The fragrance of her pussy rose to his nostrils, making him growl in need as he smoothed the rolled-up leather over her moist skin. “Control one.”

  She pushed her pelvis into the mattress. “I’m yours to have.”

  “Are you, honey?” He unrolled one of the belts halfway and flipped it back over his thigh. Her rounded pink buttock was about to be red. Then he flicked the belt on her.

  She yelped.

  He put a big palm over the mark he’d made and massaged her. Then he uncoiled the belt again.

  She bucked.

  This time he bent to kiss the spot, lingering where he’d hit her. “Tell me what crime you’ve committed, miss.”

  When she wiggled and didn’t answer, he slid two fingers up inside that sopping-wet cunt of hers and stroked her. “Confess or I pull out.”

  She objected with a tiny moan. “I’ve been looking up information on the web about a man.”

  “Have you now? Bad girl,” he crooned, and as much for her as himself, he found her G-spot and stroked her so good and hard she gasped. “What’s his name?”

  “Alexander Coltrane.” She wiggled her ass at him.

  His business was breeding and stud services of his prize Charolais bulls and his website was his major means of doing business. That she looked him up this way made him smile and puff up with pride. He withdrew from her pussy, stopping at her clit to pinch it in praise. “What did you learn?”

  She purred. “He’s a widower. Nice guy. Square shooter.”

  Lex leaned down and kissed the hollow of her back, wondering if she got from the endearment his delight at her words. “Anything else?”

  “He’s lonely. Not a tomcat.”

  Inhaling the roses and the sexy musk from her cunt, Lex wondered where she’d learned that last. Not on his website, for sure. Public knowledge, maybe?

  “I decided he needed a good woman.”

  He hooted. “You decided you were the one, eh?”

  “Yeah.” She turned her head to look around and catch his gaze. “I broke out of jail for him.”

  He examined the naked beauty who lay here, bare ass in the air, pretty cunt open and waiting, ready to let him bind her and fuck her. “How does the sheriff feel about that?”

  “She thought it over long and hard and she’s happy to let her prisoner have him.”

  “How’s that?”

  “The sheriff would like to have him, too, but she’s
got her reputation to think about.”

  “Ah. I gather then the sheriff does not fuck?”

  Red shook her head. “Not often and not the constituents.”

  “Smart cookie,” he mused. “What’s she going to say about me tying up her jailbird?”

  “She approves.”

  “And my outlaw?” he persisted, always wary of going forward if his partner had any reservations. “Does she want it?”

  “Yes. Anything you want. She’s got it that bad.”

  Lex smoothed a hand over the flawless skin of her hip. “She likes leather?”

  “And the whole idea of nipple clamps and ass plugs and Chinese love balls and—”

  “Whoa!” His eyes shot wide. “Do you even have those things?”

  She shook her head. “A set of clamps. They came in the mail yesterday. The love balls should come in the mail soon. Wanted to be ready for you, but this happened fast and I couldn’t resist today.”

  His gaze skimmed her lush little body.

  “But word has it,” she whispered, almost pleading with him to continue, “you’ve tamed the best horseflesh in the county for years.”

  “Word has it?” Who’d been talking to her about his penchant for bondage and toys? “Didn’t think my lifestyle was anyone’s business.”

  “I made it mine before I moved here.”

  He froze. “Why?”

  “I saw you in Zapata two years ago—and got a hot rash just looking at you. One of my best friends recognized you, too, from a club in Monterey. She knew you like leather. So does she. So I figured if I could interest you in having a party with me, you’d break me in, sweet and low.”

  “Like a new filly?” He couldn’t stop himself from grinning like a fool.

  She went very still. “Yeah. Want to?”

  “Oh, baby. Reining you in is gonna be a long, wild ride. Now, put your face in the mattress like a good girl and let me get to prepping your hide.”

  Triumphant, she let out a sound of glee as she burrowed into the bedding. And at the first lash of the belt, she wiggled her ass at him. Warmth flooded her body. “Harder.”