StrongArmsoftheLaw
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She blinked. Then smiled at him. “That obvious, is it?”
“Your attraction for each other?” Jose laughed. “On him, since about week one with you. On you? Since…oh, week two.”
Her propensity to cry was lost in the next few miles as the two of them chuckled about men, women and obvious attractions.
Chapter Eight
When the jury entered the courtroom over three weeks later, Skye watched the twelve men and women take their seats, then listened to the judge’s invitation to the foreman to stand and deliver their verdict on Manuel Gonzaga for murder in the first degree. But her eyes focused on Texas Ranger Rex Martinez who stood on the other side of the room, his hands clasped behind his back. She’d seen him here only once on opening day of the trial. Then he’d worn his uniform, but beneath it he wore a bulky bandage on his shoulder. And his skin was pale and taut. Today, with his brown Ranger uniform on, his broad-brimmed white Ranger hat shielding his eyes, he was the very essence of raw Texas power. His stance easy, his bandage seemingly gone, his shoulder wound healing. His color was healthy. And his melting blue eyes were zeroed in on hers.
At the foreman’s announcement of “Guilty,” Skye breathed an audible sigh of relief. With a few more formalities, the trial was over. Skye was free. Ranger Jose Sanchez who had protected her these last few weeks stood next to her and shook her hand.
“Thank you, Ranger Sanchez,” she told him using his formal title in public. “You were wonderful to me and I will never forget what you did for me and for…us.”
“You’re very welcome, Miss Chamberlain. It was my duty, but more than that, my pleasure. I wish you well and I hope to see you again. Soon. In fact, I—”
“He says,” Rex’s rough voice rumbled through her as he came to stand beside her, “you have an invitation to his wedding.”
“Wonderful,” Skye beamed at Jose, as she stepped backward slightly to feel Rex’s deliciously warm body heat ooze into her soul. “When is it?”
“Two weeks from Sunday. In Del Rio.” He pressed a vellum card into her hand. “Excuse me, will you? I promised the judge I would talk with her after the proceedings. You have things in order here, I know, Rex.”
Jose and Skye said their goodbyes and then Skye allowed herself the intense pleasure of gazing up into the stunningly handsome face of the man she adored. “I missed you like the devil.”
He gave her that disarming half smile that tipped one corner of his mouth. “Same goes. You look rested. Fit.”
“I told Jose I needed a set of weights.”
“He wouldn’t let you leave the house, either, is that right?”
She nodded, unwilling to stop admiring how healthy he looked. “No. He was a bigger ogre than you.”
“Good.” Rex frowned. “I failed you.”
She put her hand to his wrist and whispered, “Like hell you did. Can we leave here? Are you free?”
“I did. We can and I am.” He put a hand out toward a side door. “Shall we?”
He didn’t touch her as he followed her out. She was immensely grateful for that, because the next time they touched, she was certain she’d kiss him for hours and strip him bare to make love to him. When he pushed open the door for her, she stepped through to a long hall and paused.
“This way,” he said as he walked around her and opened another door off the corridor.
She followed him through and swung around as she heard him close the door and click the lock. Gasping in delight, she felt her feet leave the floor and her lips crushed by his.
“God, darlin’,” he crooned as he ravaged her mouth with torrid kisses. “I was nuts without you.”
Fighting to catch her breath, she drove her hands into his thick hair and swallowed hard as his lips trailed down her throat. “Where were you? I missed you.” She was wailing like a kid denied candy. “I looked for you every day here.”
“At first,” he told her as he pulled off her suit coat and yanked her blouse from her skirt, “I was either in physical therapy or filling out report forms. Then,” he said as he hoisted her in his arms and walked with her to the end of a long conference table, “I was put on another case. Easy duty for a wounded man recuperating from a dustup.”
She unhooked his belt and lowered his zipper. At the bulge of his cock beneath his black briefs, she moaned, “I needed you.”
“Got me now.” He pressed her back along the table, lifted her legs and rucked up her skirt to her waist. “No pantyhose. Works for me,” he growled as he peeled down her panties and threw them across the room. Then his fingers splayed in her bush and she undulated at the heat of him cupping her pussy.
“I never want you to leave me again,” she said as she pushed down his briefs and took a handful of his hot long cock.
“Never will,” he promised as he bent and put his mouth to her seam. “Let me prove it.” With his clever tongue, he parted her lips, found her clit and titillated it until she groaned.
“Hurry,” she demanded.
“Mmm,” he said sounding as though he were considering that in his own good time, while he pinched her clit and made her buck. “Impatient, still.”
“With you. I always will be. Rex,” she urged him.
He darted two fingers inside her drenched pussy to caress her there and make her shudder. “Maybe just this once.”
“Considering…” she said as she watched him grin at her and reach inside his trouser pockets to pull out half a dozen condoms in each hand. “Wow. You came prepared, Ranger Martinez.”
His eyes flashed, dark blue promises of electric heat to come. “I cannot even look at you, lady, without having the right equipment. Now be a good girl and spread those pretty pussy lips for a man who wants you, will you?”
And as she reached down to part her sopping-wet folds, she watched him inhale her musk, then throw his packets on the shiny oak table, peel one back and roll a rubber on in one swift stroke. Then he put that hand around one of her thighs and nudged the entrance to her core with the blunt head of his hot shaft.
“Don’t tease me,” she pleaded in a thread of sound.
“No, ma’am,” he vowed as he slipped ever so solidly into her tight core. “Oh, well now,” he gulped, pausing to shut his eyes a moment and then look at her like he would never let her out of his sight, “that is the sweetest second of my last three weeks. Hang on, darlin’, ’til we get a whole lot more.”
She braced herself as he drove his cock right up to her limit. She felt him in her cunt, in her bones, her skin, to the tips of her fingers and the roots of her hair. And she hung on as he plunged inside her in a fierce rhythm that proved to her without a doubt that no other man would do for her. She loved this one. This lawman. With the strong arms and the big heart. And if she was lucky enough to charm him into her arms, could she lure him into a love affair more permanent than the witness protection he’d signed up for?
Perspiration dripping from his brow, he pounded into her with a ferocity she hadn’t known he possessed. But she didn’t care, she loved him for it. Needed him, and so she went with him, his desperate, wild thrusts that shook her, hollowed her, filled her to the brim. As she quaked inside and cried with the beauty of her orgasm, he quickly followed with his own. He shook and stopped, still filling her, then sank to cover her. His lips to her ear, his words dear and devoted ones that told her he never intended to leave her, that she was now forever his.
He rose up, his gaze delving into hers as he brushed her hair from her cheeks. “I mean it. You are mine.”
She combed his hair back from his brow. “Same goes here, Ranger. I want you for more than today.”
“Can you move to Texas?”
She let her answer fill her eyes. “I can. But where will I live?”
“I hope you’ll live with your husband.”
Her heart turned over and her lips curved in delight. “I don’t have one,” she whispered.
“I can get one for you.”
Smiling at his tender beseech
ing look, she rubbed her nose on his. “Do you think I’d like your choice?”
He circled his cock inside her. “I think you would. After all, he loves you.”
Tears burned her eyes. “Oh, my. Does he really?”
He thrust inside her to prove his point. “Like the earth needs rain and flowers love sun. And birds need air. I love you, Skye.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed him tight. “I adore you, Rex. I need you every day, every hour. You’ll be so tired of me hanging on you,” she whispered as she rolled her hips up against his. “So tired of me showing you how I want you that you’ll need to go to work to escape me.”
Laughter rumbled in his chest and she felt it flow through her with a joy that had them both chuckling.
She cupped his jaw and kissed his lips. “When? How long does it take to get a marriage license in Texas?”
He lifted one dark brow at her. “In a hurry? Again, ma’am?”
She squeezed his cock with her strong pussy. “You bet I am.”
“Well,” he said and put on an innocent look. “If you’re really in a rush?”
She cuffed in his good shoulder. “Tell me you’re not!”
He snorted. “Three-day wait after we get the license.”
“Okay.” She nodded, eager as a puppy. “Not too long.”
“Shall I take you down the hall and over to the marriage license department?”
“It’s here?” she asked, but in the next second, felt like an idiot when she knew this was a state courthouse—and of course, the records bureau would be nowhere else.
He shifted inside her, his flagging cock still hard enough to grab her attention. “Unless you want to think about it more.” He lifted her chin. “I love you, baby, and I want you in my bed and in my life like the devil needs sinners. But if you’re not sure, if what we had was just one of those things, then—”
She kissed him then, big, hard and long. “I want you, Rex Martinez. For now and all our lives. Zip up, honey. You are about to become an engaged man and I don’t want any other women getting a glimpse of the goods and getting any ideas about my Texas Ranger.”
He grabbed her arms and helped her stand. “Better straighten out that straitlaced business suit then, ma’am. Don’t want any other man thinking he can have my woman. Ever.”
“No one ever will,” she told him as she gave him a quick peck.
“And from now on, you are never going anywhere without me.”
“My own private long arm of the law,” she said with a satisfaction that had her scurrying to make herself presentable to buy her first and only marriage license.
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An award-winning author of more than two dozen romances and mysteries, Cerise DeLand creates heroes readers crave. Cerise has met many men in her worldwide travels and created the best of the best from all the wonderful places she’s lived and visited. Today, she lives—and writes—in wild west Texas, where a never-ending stream of cowboys, vaqueros, para-military types and diplomats stroll into town and fuel her imagination for red hot affairs.
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