by Erin Wright
Something in the back of her mind tingled, reminding her that this wasn’t completely fair to Wyatt, because what she wanted in that moment was to tell everyone to go to hell. She knew she should feel guilty for using him this way, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t make herself care.
Her hands were on board with her hastily created plan and were fumbling with Wyatt’s belt buckle, and then the button of his jeans and zipper.
With a hearty tug, she pulled the waistband of his pants and his underwear down far enough that she could reach under the fabric and free him. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and she realized that it was perfect. He was perfect. Okay, a little on the large side, but then again, so was she. She was pretty sure he’d fit inside of her. She decided to start with her mouth and see how it fit, and then go from there.
She positioned herself between his knees, Wyatt spreading open wide to accommodate her service belt and other police paraphernalia. A part of her knew that she should at least take the time to get her service belt off, but it was a very small part of her and she ignored it with impunity, instead dropping her head forward and opening her mouth. Her lips slid around the head of Wyatt’s dick. He let out a moaning sigh of relief – the obvious celebration of the end of a very long self-imposed dry spell.
She grinned to herself, officially dismissing any guilt that she might be using him. Maybe she was, but he was happy to be used, so that was good enough for her.
Abby slid her lips down the shaft until the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. She pulled back, dragging her lips along his skin, enjoying the heat emanating from him. She pushed her head downward again, retracing the path she’d just taken. She drew in a deep breath through her nose, the musky scent speaking to her mind of shared desire.
The hasty nature of what was happening along with her uncharacteristically dominant attitude made sucking Wyatt’s cock feel deliciously…naughty.
She wasn’t as innocent as the freshly driven snow. She’d been with other men before; not one given to impulsive sexual desires or one-night stands, every man before Wyatt had been somebody she was dating. Each time she’d been with a man, it’d been because she’d had feelings for that person. She’d done this before, as an expression of attraction and what she’d thought of at the time as love.
This time was different. This time, it wasn’t a planned event with a long-term boyfriend; it was spontaneous and hot and rough and…just what she needed.
She pulled her head back, letting him escape her mouth, her lips making a popping sound as it did so. She didn’t realize that she’d been so forceful in her suction. Wyatt gasped at the sudden change.
Abby sprung to her feet and began tearing at the buckle of her gun-belt, letting it drop the moment that the buckle freed itself. The heavy leather combined with the weight of all of her equipment caused a loud thud to echo through the room as it hit the floor.
“You’d better get those clothes off quickly,” she ordered Wyatt, her voice heavy and breathy. Wyatt didn’t say anything but instead began quickly unbuttoning his shirt. Abby continued her frantic undressing. She hastily pulled at the shoelaces of her heavy boots. She momentarily cursed the heavy utilitarian footwear for being both completely unsexy and difficult to remove in a hurry.
Finally having negotiated the knots of her shoelaces, she stood back up and simultaneously kicked at the heels of the boots and fumbled with the enclosure of her uniform pants. She did this all by feel while her eyes focused on Wyatt’s bare chest.
Sculpted angular lines of his work-hardened muscles, covered by a scattering of hair, caught the light streaming through the window. His body seem to glint and glow as his chest rose and fell.
She’d never seen a more gorgeous sight in her life.
Somehow, she managed to free her feet from the boots and her legs from the pants just as Wyatt flung his shirt across the room. Her fingers immediately began working on the buttons of her own shirt while Wyatt shoved his pants and underwear down his legs. As his hands pushed the fabric lower, Abby watched the tightly toned muscles of his thighs ripple as he held himself off the mattress.
She wanted him. All of him.
Abby flung her shirt off and immediately began pulling at the Velcro straps holding her vest in place. This crap takes forever to get off. Wyatt was completely naked and she hadn’t even gotten to her underwear yet.
Really not fair.
She picked up the pace, dropping the heavy bulletproof vest to the ground before yanking her black could-not-be-less-sexy sports bra over her head.
Wyatt had propped himself up on his elbows to watch her stripping.
Despite the pervasiveness of Halloween costumes that might fool a person into believing that a woman in uniform was sexy, the reality was miles away from that fantasy. Everything about a police uniform was utilitarian.
The one exception in Abby’s case was her panties; her one true feminine indulgence being sexy underwear. The pair she had on today was a dark blue thong made entirely of lace. Police work was a male-dominated field and she had to wear something every day to remind herself that she was a woman.
But right now, she was leaving the panties on not only because they made her feel desirable, but also, because she was sick and tired of waiting. She was here for this incredibly sexy man that she was undeniably attracted to. It was time for her to have the fun she was being accused of.
She crawled onto the bed, straddling Wyatt’s body as she moved upward toward him, her one hand catching hold of his shaft. As she leaned forward, pressing her lips against his, she stroked his shaft, feeling his soft skin slide up and down the hardened flesh underneath. Wyatt moaned as her tongue probed his mouth.
She released her hold on him. Wyatt tried to sit up but she pressed him back onto the mattress with the palm on his chest.
“Mine,” she growled as she moved so that she was properly straddling him. Removing her hands from his chest, she reached between her legs and slid the thin line of lace covering her to one side.
Abby actually began to revel in the salacious joy of being the naughty, wanton woman she was accused of being.
Hovering over Wyatt, she stared down at him, her eyes locking onto his. She slid her hand back down between her legs and found Wyatt’s shaft. He sucked in a breath and his eyes closed at the pleasure of her hand on him. Abby used her grip on him to get him pointed in the right direction, lowering herself onto him, his head spreading her open, her excitement easing his entrance.
The moment was perfect and her body shuddered as her mind exploded. This was exactly what she needed. This was pure ecstasy. Not before this moment had she put into words the desire she’d subconsciously built up for Wyatt. Finally, being this close to this man, quite literally filled with his presence, satisfied a deep-seated longing that she hadn’t allowed herself to acknowledge before.
She held herself still as the mental and physical relief cascaded over her. Just as exquisite as the sexual feelings enveloping her was the mental release of all inhibitions. This pure moment of not caring what other people thought did more for her soul than she could’ve ever imagined.
Her loss of physical control eventually ended. Wyatt had done nothing. He just let her have her moment, something she was immensely grateful for. Her eyes opened and she looked down at him, taking in his pleased expression.
Abby began to move her hips side-to-side, ever so slightly at first. She didn’t want to speak but she wanted him to know that it was now time for both of them to enjoy this. He’d been wonderfully understanding; now it was time for her to repay that kindness. And, maybe get a little bit more for herself in the process.
As she moved, he began to lift up into her, matching the subtlety of her movements with his at first and increasing the range of motion and intensity in time with her.
Soon, they were bouncing up and down, lifting and falling in rhythm so that he was meeting her downward motion with his own upward thrust, burying himself in
her with each stroke. He filled her perfectly.
She could stand to feel like this forever.
Wyatt grunted with each push upwards. His hands had reached up and grabbed her hips, his fingers digging deliciously into her as he pulled down, using his strength to time their meetings perfectly.
Abby look down at him, mesmerized to find the determination written across his face. His furrowed brow and tightly set jaw drove her wild. The look on his face told her plainly that even though she’d started this, he needed it just as much as she did.
With one final and particularly loud moan of ecstasy, Wyatt’s hips thrust upward and he stayed locked in position, his fingers gripping her tightly, pulling her to him. His face was a mask of pure final exertion.
Abby’s body reacted instinctively to what was happening and her body joined Wyatt in the wave of pleasure.
All too soon, the moment began to fade. Wyatt’s back relaxed, his hips falling to the mattress. It was only then that Abby realized that she’d been holding them in the air. She watched as his eyes reluctantly opened and focused on her face. His smile, spreading slowly, spoke of nothing but pure contentment.
Abby let her own smile spread across her face as she leaned forward, settling herself against his chest. The rise and fall of his breathing combined with the exhaustion of a long and difficult day lulled her into a blissful sleep.
Chapter 35
Abby
She woke up with a groan and rolled over, running into something…hard? Her eyes shot open and she came face to face with Wyatt. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled sleepily at her.
“Good morning,” he said around a yawn. “Sleep well?”
Oh Lordy. She flopped back onto the bed. She’d actually gone and slept with Wyatt.
Her father was going to kill her. She rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands, groaning. No, Abby, you’re not going to worry about that. You’ve decided to tell the town of Sawyer to go jump off a cliff, remember?
She opened up her eyes again and this time, they stayed open. “Yeah, I slept well,” she mumbled, finally answering his question.
“You didn’t explain much last night,” he said, prodding her. “Not that I minded, but do you think you have time to tell me what’s going on? You seemed awfully upset, or something, when you showed up.”
“Dad. Excuse me, Sheriff Connelly pulled me into his office yesterday to tell me that rumors are swirling around town about the two of us. He said that he was talking to me as my boss, but truthfully, as my boss, he legally doesn’t have a leg to stand on. I can go hang out with you at Adam’s riding arena.” She shot him a grin and said, “I probably can’t do this,” she gestured between them, “legally, but what we have been doing, I was just fine. I don’t know – I was getting my ass chewed for something I hadn’t even done, and I figured if I was going to get in trouble for sleeping with you, I might as well actually sleep with you, right? If I’m going to do the time, I might as well have done the crime.”
He stared at her for a heartbeat, and then began laughing. “That sounds like something I’d say.” He grinned at her. “I think I’m a bad influence on you.”
“I think you’re a very bad influence on me,” she said, her voice low and sexy.
His eyes darkened. “I think we should discuss just what kind of influence you want me to be over you,” he said in a soft voice, stroking her hair away from her face. “Because if I can influence you to come over here and ride me, I think that’s the best influence of all.”
Memories of the night before raced through Abby’s mind and she knew there was no way that she could resist an offer to repeat what had happened. She rolled onto her back and lifted her hips off the bed, finally sliding off the thong panties that had been her only pajamas.
She quickly rolled back toward him, flinging one leg over his body. She scrambled to sit upright, her hands pressing flat against his chest. She could feel his heart pounding against her palms. She slowly rocked her hips forward and backward, grinding herself against him, feeling his excitement growing in time with her own.
Their eyes locked.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked huskily, his hand moving up her side to grasp a curl of her hair spilling down over her body. “I love every inch of you.”
He grasped her waist and swiftly rolled her over onto her back, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her. He grinned down at her naughtily. “I think I need to show you exactly what inches of me appreciate you,” he said, slipping inside of her. They began moving together, slowly at first and then faster. He closed his eyes, groaning with every thrust.
“Abby, Abby, oh God…Abby,” and then he was coming inside of her, his hips jerking with each spasm. He felt so amazing inside of her and her back was arching and she was crying out his name, her world coming apart at the seams as she drifted on a sea of happiness.
As she came back down to earth, though, the world came tumbling back down on her head. She’d gone and done it – the one thing her father would never forgive her for.
Twice.
And she had no excuse to offer. All of her self confidence, her willingness to tell the world, or at least her father and Sawyer, to take a hike…it was gone, leaving behind an Abby who felt nothing but panic thrumming through her veins.
Chapter 36
Wyatt
Abby abruptly pulled out of his arms, rolling out of bed without making eye contact, and began throwing her clothes on. “I need to go home and take a shower and get ready for work,” she said, staring at the far wall, jerking her clothes on by touch alone. “I’m working the 3 to 11 shift today, so I won’t be able to go with you out to Adam’s place.” She was awkward and fumbling, refusing to meet his eyes, and Wyatt knew that her “Screw the world; I’m going to do what is best for me” attitude had disappeared. She was back to caring, and in a big way.
He sat up in bed, pulling the sheets up around his waist, suddenly not comfortable being naked in front of the woman he’d just made love to, twice. “Thanks for letting me know,” he said cooly, trying to act nonchalant. If she didn’t care about what they’d shared, neither did he.
Right?
She jerked her head and then left, hurrying down the stairs and out the door. Back to her life. Back to being nothing but friends.
He slammed his hand down on the mattress. “Dammit!” he shouted, throwing himself backwards and staring up at the ceiling. He didn’t want to go back to the way things were. He wanted what he had last night, every night. He wanted to wake up to her next to him every morning.
He wanted her.
He realized then, that he finally had his answer. For two weeks, they’d “just been friends” because he hadn’t known if he could be okay with being childless for the rest of his life. He hadn’t known if he could love Abby enough to let go of that dream.
But he realized as he lay there that he knew, better than anyone else, how short life was. How he couldn’t take anything for granted.
What if he married someone simply because they had a functioning uterus, but that baby ended up dead, too? Anything could go wrong at any time.
He didn’t have any foreshadowing or premonition when Shelly and Sierra left that night to get milk. He didn’t know that he’d never see them again. He’d been tired and cranky and out of sorts, and he’d fought with Shelly over that damn milk.
It was a stupid, petty fight, fueled by long, endless days out in the fields, too much caffeine, not enough sleep. It was the kind of fight that a week later, neither of them would’ve even remembered.
If she’d actually come back home.
She hadn’t, of course. His “sure thing” – a gorgeous wife, a beautiful daughter – was gone in an instant.
Why was he turning his back on Abby? Because he wanted another “sure thing”?
Dammit. It wasn’t like he had hoards of women, all knocking down his door, wanting to be the wife of a sugar beet farmer, wanting to have seven children in seven years.
It wasn’t that he thought there was someone else out there for him that he loved more or could love more.
It was the idea of permanently giving up on the idea of having kids. If he closed that door by falling in love with Abby, then he was closing it forever.
Falling in love with Abby.
“Wyatt, you’re an idiot,” he said out loud. Maggie Mae, who’d been sleeping on her blanket in the corner, lifted her head and trotted over, landing a swipe across his face. She wagged her tail, looking at him plaintively. She could tell he was upset, even if she didn’t know why.
“Maggie, I’m trying to pretend that whether or not to fall in love with Abby is a choice I’m making. I need to face up to the truth: I’ve already fallen in love with her. There is no ‘maybe’ or ‘could.’ I love her.”
Maggie Mae gave him one long lick up the side of his face and he laughed. “Are you voting, too? Do we have a democracy here? You know, if I convince Abby to move in here with me someday, she comes as a package deal. You’ll have the cutest crossed-eye cat you’ve ever seen as a roommate. And I’ve heard she hates dogs.”
Maggie nudged his arm, apparently deciding that if Wyatt was going to lie around and just talk, he ought to be at least petting her while he did it. He moved to scratch her behind the ears, and she closed her eyes in bliss, panting happily. “I can tell you’re terrified at the idea of having a cat as a roommate,” he said dryly. Maggie ignored him, content to be petted.
He rolled out of bed and Maggie trotted over to the door, ready for the day to begin.
Wyatt figured his dog was smarter than him in a lot of ways, and this was just one of those instances. It was time to start making choices.
Or as Abby put it, it was time to shit, ‘cause he didn’t want to get off the pot.
Chapter 37
Abby
Dad stormed down the hallway and slammed into the office. Abby looked at the closed door and back at Officer Morland. “Fun times?” she asked dryly.
