Her body arched into me, and I grabbed her waist, continuing my slow, steady strokes. Satisfied moans mixed with cries of pleasure, and I loved how fucking vocal she was.
“Faster,” she said, and I froze. My cock was throbbing inside of her, begging me to keep moving, to keep plunging in and out of her hot sweet pussy.
“Are you sure? What if I hurt you?”
“You won’t.” She dug her fingers into my ass, and yanked me hard against her. “Please.”
I put my arm underneath her, lifting her off the mattress and sliding to the edge of the bed. I got to my feet, and looked down, turned on by how fucking good it looked to be inside her. I dipped down, swirling my tongue around her nipple, and then doing the same to the other. I nipped at it, causing her to arch off the bed.
My hands tightened on her waist, and I stood back up, ramming my cock into her. She cried out her approval, as I moved hard and fast inside her. A relentless pace that only quickened with each moan that fell from her lips.
“Harder!” she cried out with frantic need.
I lifted her, standing up from the bed, and she let out a scream of surprise as I shoved into her with insistent thrusts. Her nipples in tight sharp points slid up and down my chest, as I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her ass, bouncing her up and down my cock.
She grabbed my face, pulling my mouth to hers, as I continued my assault. Her tongue swiped against my lips, her fingers sunk into my shoulder blades and I moved, harder and faster. Tiny shudders started pulsing through her body, so I pulled my dick out of her and tossed her on the bed.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I demanded, and she didn’t hesitate, sticking that sweet heart-shaped ass up in the air. I ran a hand down the sexy curve of her back, then grabbed her ass cheeks, and spread them open exposing her tight little asshole.
I dropped my head running my tongue against the puckered skin, following the line to her pussy. Her hands slammed into the mattress, knotting the comforter in her hand, as I swirled my tongue around her clit.
I took my mouth away, replacing it with my fingers as I thrust my cock back into her slick wet folds. A loud shriek ripped from her throat, as I rammed into her over and over, circling her clit with my thumb, forcing her toward the edge.
“Oh my God! Holy shit,” she cried out.
I cupped her tits, pulling her body up so her back was against my chest. I pinched her nipples between my fingers, and nipped at her earlobe.
“Come for me, Ryan,” I said, against her ear. “Come on, darlin’. Let go.”
She answered me with more moans and more cries, until her muscles tightened around my cock and her body writhed against me as her orgasm ripped through her.
I rode it out until her body went lax, and then I succumbed to the building pressure. My body jerked with the intensity, as I emptied my load completely.
We fell into a mess of limbs on the bed, our breathing heavy and loud. I couldn’t speak, I could barely fucking move. That orgasm nearly destroyed me.
Ryan moved up on her elbow, and rested a hand on my chest, as she looked down at me. “That was kind of amazing.”
I used the little bit of energy I had left to turn my head to her. “Kind of?”
She smiled, and it spread light through the room like the rising sun. “Just amazing.” Her smile faded, and I hated the sad look that crossed her beautiful glowing face. “Do you want me to leave? Because, if you do, it’s okay.”
I was pissed that she thought I would use her for sex. That she didn’t think this meant more to me than just some random fuck. But, then again, I told her every reason why I wasn’t good for her. Why we could never work. But didn’t she see that I wasn’t strong enough to let her go. And it might have been selfish, and it may have been foolish, but the thought of her walking out my door was the last fucking thing I wanted.
I reached out, grabbing her waist, and yanking her toward me. She fell on my chest, her body tight and snug against mine.
“You’re not fucking going anywhere,” I said, and we both drifted off to sleep.
Morning sun filtered through the room, and the insistent sound of scratching from outside woke me from my sleep. I looked at the clock and was surprised to see it was eight a.m. It was the first time I slept for more than two hours.
Ryan’s warm body was pressed against mine, her hair fanned out behind her in soft waves. She must have taken it down when I was sleeping. I looked down at her, wondering why she didn’t take her hair out of those tight buns more often.
She was so fucking beautiful, but with her hair down, and lying across her bare back, she quite possibly was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
The scratching continued, and I knew Beauty was probably ready to go out, but I didn’t want to leave Ryan. Not yet. I wanted to hold her a little longer, relish in her soft curves, in that sweet smell of apples and listen to her steady breaths.
I brushed the hair off her face, and over her shoulder, then pressed a kiss to her forehead. She moaned, and it reminded me of all the gorgeous sounds she made last night as I completely lost myself in her.
Beauty started to whine and, with regret, I slowly slipped out of bed. I pulled on a pair of shorts before I opened the door. Beauty let out a bark of happiness as she lifted onto her hind legs.
“Shh,” I said with a finger on my lips, as if the goddamned dog knew what that even meant. I eased the door shut, and waved my hand at Beauty to move since she was running laps around my legs. “Come on, girl.”
I opened the back door, and she took off running, sniffing every few feet before finally settling on a place that fit her standards. She came running back in at full force, and I grabbed her a treat. I placed it on the floor, hoping it would occupy her for more than a few minutes, and headed back to the bedroom.
When I walked in, Ryan was awake, sitting at the edge of the bed and about to pull her bra over her head. I couldn’t let her do that. Not yet. Especially not since just seeing her instantly turned my cock to solid rock.
I grabbed the bra out of her hand, and tossed it back to the floor. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, as I put my legs on either side of her, and urged her back onto the bed.
“I was going to go.”
“Do you have somewhere to be?”
“I’m off on Sunday’s, so no.”
“Then, where are you going?”
“I just thought…”
“You thought wrong.”
“But…” I cut her words off with my mouth, plunging my tongue against hers. She moaned, her body going lax, and I knew she wasn’t as eager to leave, as she wanted me to believe.
“I mean you can go, but I had other plans in mind.”
“Really?” she said, biting her lip, and looking up at me through those thick dark lashes. “Like what?”
“I’d rather show you.”
“Mmm… I think I might like that.”
I bent my head and nipped at her neck, running my hand up her side and cupping her tit. I was about to roll her on top of me when scratching came from the other side of the door. I tried to ignore it, but Beauty was nothing if not persistent. I dropped my head with a sigh.
“You should let her in.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to share you.”
“The greedy type, huh?”
“Only when it comes to these.” I ran my thumb across her nipple, and then sucked it between my teeth. Her body lifted off the bed, pushing her tit farther into my mouth. I sat up, pushing up on my arms. “But I guess you’re right. I should let her in.” I got up from the bed, and Ryan’s eyes narrowed in on me.
“You’re evil.”
“So I’ve been told,” I said with a wicked grin. I didn’t want to stop what I was just getting started, but I knew my dog, and she wouldn’t quit until she burrowed a hole through the door. I pulled the door open, and Beauty came running in. She jumped toward the bed, but her little legs didn’t give her enough boost to get up.
Beauty licked my face and jumped out of my arms, going straight to Ryan, and knocking me out of my thoughts. I was grateful for the distraction, not ready to face all the shit going on in my head.
Ryan pulled Beauty into her arms and kissed her snout repeatedly before scratching behind her ears. A cell phone rang, but by the lame ass 90’s chick singer I knew it wasn’t mine.
Ryan slid out from the comforter and found her phone on the floor. I didn’t even realize she had one with her. Seriously, where the hell did she put it?
“Shit. It’s my mother,” she said. “If I don’t answer it, she’ll keep calling.”
“Then, answer it.”
She sighed, and I remembered that time she let out that her mother was a pain in her ass. I picked Beauty up and rested her against my chest, as I watched Ryan press a finger to the bridge of her nose before answering.
“Hi, Mom. No, you didn’t wake me. I know most people have already left the house and started their day. Is there a reason for this call?”
Ryan sat down on the edge of the bed, her body the perfect silhouette, and calling my name. I crawled toward her, putting my hands on her shoulders and massaging away the tension that seemed to appear the minute she answered the phone. I kissed just below her ear and moved my hands south until they were massaging her tits.
She let out a low moan, and slapped a hand over her mouth.
“No, Mom, it was nothing. I burnt myself on the stove. Yeah, I’m making breakfast. Yes, I know how to cook. What am I making?”
I rested my head against her shoulder, and used her body to muffle my laugh.
“An egg. No, I don’t need you to tell me how to make an egg. Yes, I know. Okay, is there any reason for this call because I’m in the middle of something? What am I in the middle of? I’m making myself breakfast. I know you’ve been up since five a.m. Okay, Mom. Love you. I’ll call you later. Bye.”
Ryan dropped the phone on a loud sigh, and let herself fall against me.
“Everything okay?”
“My mother is exhausting.”
“Sounds like it.”
“And, now, I’m hungry.”
I pressed my straining cock against her backside. “I could give you something to snack on.”
“Hmm,” she said, tapping her lip. “Tempting, but I need something with substance. Have anything in that fridge of yours?”
“Possibly, but you better let me handle it if your own mother doesn’t think you’re capable of cooking an egg.”
She glanced at me over her shoulder with an arched eyebrow. “My mother doesn’t think I’m capable of a lot of things. And, just for the record, she’s wrong.”
“Want to prove that?”
“What’s in it for me?” she asked, and I loved the way she worked.
“The best orgasm of your life.”
“I already had that last night, more than once if I remember correctly.”
“That was nothing,”
“Really, now! Okay and, so to keep the tables even, what happens if I fail miserably? What do you get?”
“Do I even have to answer that?” I asked, taking her hand and placing it on my dick.
She tightened her grip, stroking it back and forth, causing my eyes to roll in the back of my head.
“Mmm. It seems like a win win,” she purred, and my cock throbbed with each stroke of her hand. “Deal.” She dropped my dick, and stood up from the bed, scooping up Beauty as she went.
“What the…”
“Payback’s a bitch,” she said, and strutted that sweet ass out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
An hour later, the house still smelled of pancakes and bacon. The best damn pancakes I ever had. “How can pancakes be that good?” I asked, as I washed the last dish.
“It’s the special ingredient, which I was surprised to find in your cabinet.”
“And, what was that exactly?” I put the plate in the dry rack, and snaked my hand around her waist, pulling her against me.
“And, why do you think I would tell you?”
“Because I asked.” I gave her a wink and she smiled.
“You know,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. “You can be very charming when you want to be.”
“Don’t tell anyone.”
“Afraid you’ll lose your edge.”
“It’s all I have going for me.”
“Now, that I don’t believe for a second.”
“Really,” I said, sucking her lip into my mouth.
“Mmm.”
“I think I owe you an orgasm.”
“Not just any orgasm. The best orgasm of my life.”
I tossed the rest of the bacon on the floor in hopes that it would keep Beauty occupied and, when she was done, she would pass out in a food coma.
I lifted Ryan up onto my waist, her legs instantly crossing behind my back. She had put one of my shirts on to cook, and I couldn’t wait another second to get it off of her. “Take this off,” I said, nodding to the material she was drowning in.
“No please?”
“Now,” I growled.
“So demanding,” she said, as she pulled the black t-shirt over her head, and tossed it to the floor. Better?”
“Much.”
I walked into my bedroom, and placed her on the bed, reaching down to get her phone. I tossed it out into the hallway, along with mine, and then kicked the door behind me locking us out from the rest of the world.
18
Ryan
My body hurt in places I didn’t know was possible. After Beast rewarded my cooking skills with the best orgasm of my life, he decided he could do better, and gave me the most mind blowing orgasm that just thinking about caused my core to tingle and heat to wash over my body.
My lips curved in a smile as I thought about our night and day together. All the positions, all the sensations and how such a massive monster could become such a gentle man, doing everything in his power to please me.
The smile soon vanished when a group of angry townspeople stormed into the station. I looked up from my desk, catching the eyes of an older woman who looked to be in her mid-sixties. Her salt and pepper hair was brushed into a short bob that bounced with each one of her steps. Anger raged behind her thick red frames. She was followed by Kent Miller, the owner of the jewelry store on Main, and Willie’s widow.
They stormed past Dad, who tried to cut them off at the door, and came right to my desk. They looked pissed, and I wondered what business they had with me. I folded my hands on the desk, and looked up at the angry mob. “Can I help you with something?”
The woman in the glasses pointed her finger at me. “I saw you,” she said, her voice holding a cryptic undertone that made it seem like she watched me commit a murder.
“Saw me?”
“Leaving that criminal’s house.” Realization smacked into me and, as I glanced around, seeing all eyes on me, I knew I had to take this conversation elsewhere.
“Let’s take this in my office, shall we?” I said, standing and pointing toward Dad’s office. He gave me a curious look from across the station, but all I could do was give him a pleading look back. He nodded, and went back to the coffee machine.
“That’s not your office,” Kent spat.
“It will be soon enough. Now, please.”
“Not if I have anything to do with it,” Kent growled, meeting my gaze as he walked by. His shoulders were rigid, and he stood at only a couple inches taller than me. I didn’t know if he was trying to intimidate me, but if so, he was going to have to try a lot harder than that. Back in Detroit, I chewed up guys like him, and spit them out with no effort. He wasn’t a drug dealer, a gang member or a murderer. No, he was a jeweler who didn’t know
shit about anything other than diamonds and gold.
I corralled the angry towns people into Dad’s office, and shut the door to keep the conversation between us, and far out of reach of anyone else’s ears. This information was private, and it was no one’s business but my own and Beast’s. The fact that these people were here to begin with made my blood boil. But, I supposed that was all part of living and working in a small town. The people thought everybody’s business was their own.
I waited for the two women to sit, and then offered Kent Dad’s chair, which he refused, so I took it instead. I sat with my hands folded on the desk as I met each one of their eyes. “The floor is yours,” I said, allowing them the chance to say whatever it was they felt the need to say before I shut them down.
“I saw you,” the old woman started, pointing her finger at me again. “You tramp.”
“Hold it right there,” I said, cutting the old broad off. “We can have a discussion, if you desire, but I will no way in hell, let you talk that way to me. You got that?”
Her lip curled in anger and disgust. I wouldn’t have put it past the batty old woman to jump across the desk and slap me. Instead, she folded her hands in her lap and glared at me.
“It’s obvious why the three of you are here, not that it’s any of your business what I do with my personal life, and I refuse to discuss that with you. So, if you have anything else you’d like to say that is not in regards to what I do when I’m not in uniform, I’m all ears. Want to talk about how we can set up an event and draw business to the town? I’m more than happy to talk security with you. Want to discuss a dangerous intersection or a person in need? Hit me with it because I’m more than happy to help.”
“Uphold the law by day and then, at night, cohere with the enemy,” Kent spat.
“What enemy, Kent? Because, as far as I know, the definition of an enemy is someone who feels hatred toward, intends injury or opposes someone. And, I can tell you right now the Righteous Outlaws don’t feel any of that toward you or any of the townspeople for that matter. So, Kent, really, who is the enemy here? Those men have done nothing, but keep this town safe from the shit that’s happening just outside our borders. You don’t believe me?”
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