by Lisa Evans
“Okay dear,” mom says, sounding like a puppy with its tail between its legs. “I’m just… I’m worried about you is all.”
“Look,” I say, wondering if I’ll learn to regret it. “What do you say you and me meet up tomorrow?” I don’t know why I’m saying this, but I guess it’s just to appease her. And besides, if things go well tonight I just might tell her about Dillon. I can’t wait to see the look on her face when I do. She won’t believe it – me, Kennedy, dating a man of the law? It’s nothing I ever thought I’d do. But it feels so right that it’s just got to be.
“That sounds great sweetie,” she says, and I can tell by the sound of her voice she’s calming down a bit.
“Great, I’ll call you tomorrow, I’ve got to go.”
“Kennedy – “ mom’s voice says, but I hang up.
Putting on an extra thick layer of mascara, I then grab the blush and dab some of it on my face. To finish off, I go with a cherry red lipstick to match my nails before I get dressed. Dillon is supposed to be picking me up in ten minutes, and I really don’t want to be late for this one.
This is one date I am not about to miss. No way. I’m gonna make the most of this night.
I just hope he’ll give me what I want.
Ten minutes later, I’m putting on my heels when the doorbell rings. That’s exactly like him.
Just on time.
Opening the door, I’m amazed at what my eyes meet. There he is, tall and dark and handsome, dressed in all black just like me, with a cowboy hat tipped forward, keeping me from seeing his face.
Damn he’s hot.
Is this guy really here to pick me up?
“Hey handsome,” I say, and smile as I watch him lift his eyes off the ground. When he looks up at me, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
“Hey stranger,” he says, smiling that sexy smile of his. It’s enough to make me melt. “You about ready?”
“Uh-huh,” I mumble, and remember that I need to get my purse and my keys. “One moment,” I say, and head back inside. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I intentionally yank down my top just a little so that part of my black silk bra is noticeable in the cleavage. Then I push up my breasts and head out to Dillon again.
The man of my dreams.
It’s pitch black outside and Dillon’s driving us into the desert. The only thing visible ahead of us is the road lit up by the headlights. I’m usually not that comfortable sitting in the passenger seat of a car, but I trust Dillon. And I like the fact that I’m sitting next to a man who’s taking me somewhere I don’t even know. It’s sexy.
He’s sexy.
He’s hot as hell.
So far, he’s refused to tell me anything about where we’re going or what we’re going to do tonight. I told him that as long as he feeds me and keeps me warm, I’ll be a happy camper. He laughed when I did, and squeezed my shoulder. Part of me wished he would have just thrown himself at me right there and then and kissed me, but good things come to those who wait. I oughta know.
Because I’ve been waiting for Dillon to ask me out for ages.
Suddenly, he makes a right, and we head out on a small unpaved road. Where are we going? I can’t wait to see what he’s got cooked up.
“We’re just about there,” he says, and slows the car down.
“Okay?” I say, still clueless about what’s going on. All I can see ahead of us is the black of night along with the odd rock and cactus. My heart is beating fast in my chest, and excitement and anticipation is running heavy in my veins. Then, suddenly, a beauty appears in the headlights ahead of us. She’s black – my favorite color – and she looks like she’s got tons of horsepower on her.
“Here we are,” Dillon says, and parks the car. Getting out, he leaves the headlights on and rushes to my side. Opening the car door for me, he offers me his hand to help me step out. Placing my palm inside his, it feels like electricity is sparkling between us. Looking into his eyes, I feel like a queen as I get out the car.
“Now, what’s this?” I ask, and take a look at the beauty before us.
“This, my dear,” Dillon says, and wraps his arm around my shoulders as we walk towards the car, “is a 1967 convertible Chevrolet Camaro.” Dangling a key in his hand, he holds it out before me. “Wanna take her out for a spin?”
“Do I?” I ask, my eyes wide with excitement. “I think the question ought to be can I?” Right now there’s nothing I want to do more than get behind the wheel of that beauty and see what she’s got under the hood.
“Of course you can,” he says. “But please, don’t wreck it. I only got it ‘til tomorrow morning. And the owner wants it back in one piece.” Winking at me, he gives me the keys. I grab them, and since I’m overcome with excitement about getting the chance to drive a 1967 Camaro which I’ve never done before, I can’t think straight. Wanting to thank him for making this possible even before I get in the car, I stand up on my toes and lean in to kiss him. I can tell he’s a little startled at first, but the moment my lips meet his, he kisses me back. The smoothness of his tongue slides into my mouth and it feels oh so good. I’ve never kissed anyone so early on the first date, but this feels right. This feels damn right. And the intensity of our kiss makes me want more of him.
“Thanks for making this happen,” I say when our kiss ends. “The car, I mean,” I add, blushing.
God, what is it with this man? He makes me feel like I’m a kid who can’t think straight.
“My pleasure,” he says, and follows me behind.
Getting in the car, the tables have turned. Now I’m the one who’s in the driver’s seat. I hope he don’t mind, because I’m going to push this baby to the limit.
“You ready?” I ask him, and turn the key in the ignition. She purrs like a kitten. I just love the sound of an old engine running, and suddenly I feel like a kid on Christmas.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Dillon says.
Then I clutch the wheel and step on it.
Chapter 4
DILLON
KENNEDY SURE CAN drive. She drives like a goddess, and that’s what she is to me. A true goddess. I’ve never met a woman like her, and I’m head over heels for her.
Once she’s done taking the car out for a spin, we head back to the place where we left my car. I can tell she’s excited about this, and watching her enjoy herself and have a good time gives me a kick.
Parking the Camaro, Kennedy tells me she feels like she’s on cloud nine. I wonder if she realizes that I am too, despite not having gotten to drive this car. All I need is to be close to her and it makes me feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Really, Dillon,” Kennedy says. “This was really something. I loved it,” she adds as we exit the car. Skimming her hands across the hood, I can’t help but wish she’d be as excited to touch me as she seems to be feeling that Camaro up. Lord knows I’d die to get my paws on her. My body is craving to be close to her, and I can feel myself growing stiffer each time I sneak a peek down that cleavage of hers. She’s so gorgeous it makes me want to take her right here, right now.
“Well, I’m glad you liked it. I had a hunch you would, considering your obsession with old cars,” I tell her and meet her in front of the car.
Here we stand, just the two of us beneath the sparkling stars in the sky. Placing her hands on my chest, she looks me deep in the eyes, and says, “Well, cars are not the only things I’m obsessed with.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, why don’t you tell me more about your other obsession?”
“I’ll show you instead,” she whispers, her eyes hooded.
Moving closer to me, she moves her hands up my chest, letting them land on my shoulders. God, it feels good to have her hands on me. Cupping her face in my hands, I bow my head down to kiss her. As our mouths meet, it feels even better than it did the first time we kissed. Her cute little red mouth feels so damn smooth against my lips that it makes me grow harder and
girthier. Never before have I wanted a woman as much as I want her, and as I move my hands down her body, all the way to her hips, I feel my chest heave with excitement.
Grabbing hold of her, I lift her up and turn us around. Then I put her down on the hood of the Camaro, and move in between her thighs. As we continue to kiss, she moans into my mouth. Her kisses are greedy, and I can tell she wants me almost as much as I want her. If we don’t stop right now, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back much longer.
“Dillon,” she mumbles, and reaches for my belt buckle. “I want you, I want you right now…”
“I want you too baby,” I tell her and unbuckle by belt. In the meantime, she shimmies about half-way out of her jeans, exposing herself in a pair of black panties. Acting instead of thinking, I lean forward and kiss her again. Reaching inside her panties, I feel her wetness against my fingers, and the sensation sends jolts of arousal through me. She moans as I move my fingertips around in her wet warmth, and at the same time she reaches for my crotch. Feeling her wrap her hand around my erection makes me grow even harder, and I though part of me wishes it was her wetness I had wrapped around myself, I enjoy it all the same.
“You feel so good baby,” I tell her, and push my fingers deep inside her. She moans even more, and as I kiss her deeply while moving my fingers around inside of her, I make her come. Her body tenses up, and I can feel her clasping around me. The sensation is so incredible that when she squeezes her hand around my erection just a little harder, I come too. “Aww, Kennedy,” I grunt as the orgasm takes complete hold of me. I’ve never come so hard in my life, and I am so glad that all this is finally happening. I’ve been wanting her ever since I laid eyes on her that first time, and I know that she’s the one for me.
Kissing her gently on the mouth over and over, I want to tell her how much I love her. But I don’t. It’s too soon. And I don’t want to scare her.
Can’t let her run off.
Can’t allow her to escape from me.
About forty minutes later, we get a couple of burgers and beers at the local bar. I wanted to take her some place a bit more fancy, but Kennedy insisted on us having burgers, saying it’s her favorite food. And I’m not about to let her down, especially not now that things are going so good between us.
Where we sit in the boot opposite of each other, I look straight into her eyes and wonder what’s going on inside her head. Does she regret what happened between us out there in the desert? Or does she want more?
I can only guess what’s running through her mind, but I’m pretty sure she’s on the same page as I am. And I’m not even half-way done with her. I’ve only just gotten started.
Over the years, my hunger for her has been allowed to grow strong and steadfast, and I don’t think it’ll ever subside. I already know I’ll feel like this about her for the rest of my life. No, scratch that. For the rest of eternity.
“Damn these are good,” Kennedy moans as she takes a bite of the fries.
“You think?” I tell her, and taste mine.
“Uh-huh, there’s nothing better than a burger and fries,” she says, and picks up her burger.
“Well, I can think of a thing or two better than food, but that’s just me.”
“Well,” she says, lifting the burger up to her face. “I was of course only speaking food-wise.”
“Uh-huh, is that so?” I ask, winking.
Licking the corner of her mouth briefly, she digs her teeth into the burger. Part of me wishes I were that burger, but I don’t tell her that. Instead, I dig my teeth into mine. After we’ve eaten, I plan on taking her home. And then we’ll have dessert.
On our way back to my place, we can hardly keep our hands to ourselves. Kennedy keeps trying to kiss me every chance she gets, and I have to tell her to cool off a bit unless we want the whole town to be talking about us by morning.
“I don’t care if anybody sees us,” she says, rolling her soft tongue on my neck while sticking her hand down my crotch. “I want you, and I don’t care who knows that.”
“Aww Kennedy,” I groan as I attempt to keep my attention on the traffic. I’ve got a hard-on all over again, and to be honest I can’t wait for her to get her hands on it. But I don’t want to do this in the car. I want to make love to her in my own bed the first time we do.
“Come on Sheriff,” she whimpers, and grabs hold of my right hand. “I want you so much,” she says, and forces my hand down her pants.
“Jesus Christ, Kennedy,” I blurt out, and clutch the wheel with my left hand. What is she doing to me? I think to myself as I feel that wonderful soft wetness of hers against my fingertips. She’s so wild, and it excites me, but I never thought I’d be sitting in the car driving with one hand, making my woman come with the other.
“Oh God, Dillon…” she starts mumbling while rubbing herself against my hand. “I love the way your hand feels inside of me,” she adds, shutting her eyes. Mouth open, she moans and writhes in her seat while I move my fingers around. Rubbing her swollen nub, I feel like I’m about to come as I do. “I want you Sheriff, I want you so much,” she keeps saying over and over. She’s so wet now that my fingers feel slippery against her. Trying my best to keep my focus on the road and getting us safely to my house, I make her come. “OH GOD,” she hollers, and clutches her thighs together tightly. For a moment, I almost lose control over the car, but as I step on the brakes and slow down, I manage to keep us on the road.
“You’re dangerous,” I tell her when we finally make it to my place.
“You have no idea,” she says, sticking her tongue out at me while she buttons up her jeans again.
“I knew you were trouble the moment I laid eyes on you,” I add, before letting her inside.
Chapter 5
KENNEDY
ENTERING DILLON’S HOUSE, I wonder if he’ll think I’m some kind of a sex-crazy maniac, because I want him all over again. I don’t think I’ll be able to calm down until I’ve had his manhood inside of me. I want him, and I need him to know just how much.
Throwing myself at him the moment he shuts the door behind us, I take his hat off and put it on my head instead. Then I kiss him and wrap my arms around his neck. I’m head over heels for this man, absolutely insanely in love with him. And I’ll do anything for him. I’ll even sleep with him on the first date.
Moving his hands down my body, he caresses my breasts and my hips while we kiss. I moan into his moan while we do, and I’m beyond ready to have him inside of me already.
“Take me, Sheriff,” I beg him, and trace my fingers along the nape of his neck. Pressing myself against him, I let him lift me up in his arms and carry me into his bedroom.
“Anything you want, baby,” Dillon says, and puts me down on the bed.
Wailing with excitement, I throw his hat across the room before taking off my jeans. All the while, I watch Dillon as he undresses before me. He looks even better naked than with clothes, and I almost swoon when I see him exposing himself to me. Pulling off my tank top, I recall the silky feel of his erection against my hand, and how big he felt against my skin, and now I can’t wait to have him inside of me. I want him to drill me with that thing.
Joining me on the bed, he takes off my bra and throws it someplace where I can’t see it. I like this wild side of him, to be honest, I didn’t know if he had it in him.
Arching my back, I let him kiss me on the mouth before I push his head down to my chest. He immediately gets the hint, and takes turns kissing and sucking on each of my nipples. It feels so good that I twist and turn in the pleasure he’s giving me.
“You taste so good, baby,” Dillon says, and rolls his thick tongue around my nipples. I feel his stiffness rubbing against me, and I cannot wait a single moment longer to have him in me. Which is why I pull his face up to mine and kiss him.
“I want you, Sheriff,” I mumble wantonly, and lift my pelvis up against him to show him what it is that I want. And when he positions himself against my opening, he looks into
my eyes for a moment before he pushes into me. “OH DILLON,” I moan, as he fills me up. All of that hard thickness lodged deep inside of me, I feel so good that I know I’m going to come within moments.
Clinging to his wide shoulders, I breathe in quick shallow gasps as he pushes into me. Penetrating deeper and deeper into me with each thrust he makes, he fills me up so completely, plowing through me with the force of a jackhammer.
“Damn you feel good baby,” Dillon murmurs, showering me with kisses on my neck while he continues to fuck me. “So good…” He grunts each time he enters me, and when he does it turns me on so much more. I love that he gets as much pleasure from this as I am, and I just love the fact that he’s making me feel so good.
My eyes shut, I howl into the air as he makes me come. I come harder than I ever recall coming before, and as I do I shout out his name at the top of my lungs. I sense him thrusting hard into me one more time, and then he mumbles my name over and over a couple of times while resting inside of me.
This is so nice, such a special moment. One that I will always remember.
The first time we made love.
When I wake up in the wee hours of the morning, I realize I’ve got Dillon’s arms wrapped around me. It feels like I’m being hugged by some bear or something, that’s how big he is. Having the warmth of his arms around me makes me feel safe. And that’s a feeling I haven’t felt in… Well, forever I guess.
The more I think about it, the more I realize I’ve never felt so safe around anyone as I do around Dillon. I trust him, and I trust him to the fullest. He’s perfect for me. Nice, kind, sweet and gorgeous and all that, but more importantly, he’s strong, a good listener, and is always ready to give you a helping hand if you need it. Lying here in the darkness, listening to the soft sound of him breathing in his sleep, I recall the first times we spoke after I came back here to Sweetwater. He was so gentle with me, not like other cops I’ve met. He treated me like a human being, even though I’d given him reason to arrest me and everything. And I think that’s the reason I’ve fallen so hard for him, that is, because he treats me like I’m his equal and not like I’m some kind of piece of trash.
