He had to stop moving to swallow her yells of pleasure. The last thing he needed was this to turn up in every newspaper in the country.
Croft knew he’d be fired in a heartbeat.
The kiss slowed down, and Emma stared up into his eyes. “Wow,” she murmured. “That was pretty damn hot,” she giggled. Then, she realized he wasn’t done with her.
Scooping her up off the table, he dropped back on the couch. “Ride me. I need to get off, and you’re the only way that’s going to happen, kitten.”
His wish was her command.
She began moving, slowly at first, letting the pleasure build in her body and his. Then, she picked up the pace, enjoying the way he laid his head back and closed his eyes.
That was his trick to not losing it.
Yeah, it wasn’t working for her.
“Look at me!” she ordered. “You wanted to claim this as yours, then you stare into my eyes while you fill me!”
He did what she said, despite knowing that he wouldn’t last long. From her messed up red hair to her swollen lips, he was lost to this woman.
The pressure began building up, and Greyson only prayed that she’d fall first. If not, he had a problem.
“I love you,” she said, bouncing in his lap, her breasts wildly swaying before his face.
“Oh, Em!” he replied, his hands on her hips, pulling her down time after time. “So good, honey,” he whispered, reaching out to grab a handful of her full breasts. The second he teased and tormented the nipples, she moaned.
“So close, Grey,” she whispered.
There was no time left.
He was there.
“Oh, honey!” he shouted, bucking up into her body to explode. He could feel her tighten around him as they made the fall together.
Croft couldn’t think.
His heart pounded as his wife was lying on top of him.
Yeah, he loved reunions, or he would from here on out.
When they both began to breathe normally again, he wrapped his arms around her body to nuzzle her cheek. The scent and feel of her against him was incredibly relaxing.
Then, he heard it.
In the distance, there was the creak of a door.
Emma sat up and jumped out of his lap. She motioned toward the door as she grabbed her dress and yanked it on.
Greyson followed suit and hurried up. The last thing they needed was to get busted in the afterglow.
They heard voices.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Emma tied her dress closed and held out her hand. There was no way they were going to get caught in there. She knew the way around the library to the other door. Leading her husband, they could hear the giggles of someone behind them.
Yeah, they weren’t the only ones planning on getting some loving’, in the stacks.
At the wall, she whispered in his ear. “If I get us out of here, and not caught, I’m kicking your ass.”
He found that funny. Here they were fully dressed, and he didn't care what anyone thought. He’d just had spectacular sex with his kitten in the library.
He was a smug man.
Finally at the door, they rushed through, escaping back into the silence of the darkened school hallway. Once there, she stared at him.
“What?” he asked, innocently shrugging.
“Greyson Croft!”
He started laughing as Emma fixed her disheveled red hair. “I didn't get to tell you in there, but I happen to love you too, honey. You’re the reason I wake up in the morning and go to bed at night.”
At his words, she melted. Any irritation was gone as she went into his arms. “You’re a dangerous man, Grey. You get me into all kinds of trouble.”
He laughed and patted her on the behind. “Where’s your panties?” he asked.
She stepped back horrified. “I thought you grabbed them!”
Croft started laughing at the expression on his wife’s face. It was priceless. “Why would I grab them? I wasn’t going to put them on!”
She stared at him incredulously. “Someone’s going to be running around with my panties and you don’t care?”
He grinned wickedly and led them back toward the stairs. He did grab them, and they were safely tucked in his pocket. She may have her yearbook to remind her of this school, but he had something far better.
His kitten had purred just for him in a public place.
Downstairs, they blended back into the crowd of alumni, and Emma was immediately suspicious. There was no way he’d be this calm if he believed some man would be handling her girly things. That could only mean that he definitely had the contraband item in his possession.
Her husband was predictable if anything.
Well, two could play that game.
As Trey Montgomery approached, she took the wine from her husband’s hand. “Thank you, babe.”
“Hey! You two disappeared! Where’d you go, Em?” he asked. “I was going to ask you to dance.”
Croft could feel the heat creeping up his throat. Gone was the satisfaction of scoring with Emma, and in its place was the need to break the interloper into pieces.
Yeah, his wife wasn’t going to be dancing with anyone but him, and especially without undergarments. All it would take was the man’s roaming hands to discover the truth.
He took a long sip of his beer, trying to cool his temper.
“Oh, we were up in the library, doing research,” she said evenly.
“Research? On what?”
Emma waited for him to start drinking again.
“On how to have sex with a caveman in a public place.”
Croft started choking, and she had to pound him on the back. Trey looked at him in surprise as Emma began laughing.
“Emma Croft!”
She winked at him before going up on her toes to kiss her husband. Yeah, he was bossy, arrogant, and the sexiest man she knew. “I love you, my Neanderthal,” she whispered.
He calmed immediately when she was back in his arms. “Yeah, cave babe, I love you too.”
Chapter Three:
Ride ‘em Cowgirl
~~ Callista & Quinton ~~
He couldn’t believe that his time as Sheriff of Myrtle Springs was just about over. This was his last ten hour shift before he’d be turning in his badge and gun.
It had been a really good run.
Because of leaving Atlanta and coming home, he’d found his true path in life with Callista Carter. If he’d never come home to the sleepy old town, he wouldn’t be getting married in a couple weeks and moving all the way across the country to Damascus.
Part of him was going to miss the slow pace, as he turned in his dusty cowboy hat for a detective’s shield.
There was no doubt in his mind that his wife, her brother, and partner had pulled some FBI strings in order to get him into the homicide division of the local police department.
Everything was moving at the speed of light.
Yet, now he was torn.
What he would have really liked was to work with Callista every day, but he knew that wasn’t possible. Maybe their paths would cross as she worked out of FBI West as a profiler and top head shrinker.
Yeah, it was the best he could hope for. At least in the end, he had gotten the girl. That was all that mattered.
Looking around his office, he admired it for one last time. For the last few years, it had been his home away from home, but now his heart and boots had a new place to rest- with his girl, Callie.
With a deep breath, he knew it was time. This page in his life was over, and a new adventure was beginning.
Just as he was pulling his badge off his hip and discharging the magazine of his gun, there was a knock on his door. Glancing up, he found one of his deputies standing there.
“I hope you didn't come to say goodbye,” Quinton Gaines said, grinning. “You know I hate them, Jimmy Lee.”
The young deputy smiled at his soon to be ex-boss. “Yeah, we’re well aware. I’m actually here to
tell you that we had a call out at the Willerby farm. The old man thinks he’s got a trespasser on his property. Can you head out there before you leave us?”
Quinton really wanted to head home to Callista. They had a shitload of packing to do before the moving truck arrived there, and right now, she was doing it all on her own.
A cranky fiancée meant no action in the saddle later that night.
“Please, boss? Just drive by, check out the old red barn, and call it in. We’re going to be stretched pretty thin with you leaving us. Well, that is until the council can replace you.”
The guilt was working big time.
“Okay, but I’ll turn in my gun and badge now. I’m sure it’s likely a coyote or kids messing around up there. They love to use the haystacks for rendezvous spots.”
Jimmy Lee smiled. “You’re the best, and I’ll miss you, boss!”
He knew that the man would be in good hands. Quinton asked the council to give Junior his job. The town would be just fine without him, now that the serial killers were dead or locked up.
“Okay, I’m out of here,” he said, grabbing his cowboy hat and dropping it on his mop of sun bleached curls.
Jimmy Lee waved and waited for the man to head out before pulling his phone from his pocket. When the call was answered, he couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yes?”
“Callie, he’s on his way. He left his gun here, so you don’t have to worry about getting shot.”
She was grateful and amused at the same time. “Thank you, Jimmy Lee. I appreciate you helping me ambush him.”
“Are you sure he wouldn’t want a going away party? I feel like we’re screwing him over.”
Callie grinned. Oh, her fiancé was going to be plenty screwed, and this was the gift that would keep on giving. She knew he’d never forget Myrtle springs after this interlude.
“He’s good. But, when we come back sometime, we’ll have a party out at our place, okay?”
That cheered him up. “Good luck!”
She didn't think she’d need it. She had the element of surprise.
And it was going to be a doozy.
* * *
Quinton took his time driving over there. Each street he passed was a memory for him. He’d had his first accident at that intersection, worked at the local hardware store growing up, and even kissed a few girls on the courthouse square.
Yeah, he’d miss it, but he was going to be getting himself a sexy little wife and kid.
To him, that was perfect.
Driving out to the middle of nowhere, his phone suddenly rang, pulling him out of his daydream.
“Sheriff… I mean Quinn,” he said, catching himself.
“Hey, big guy! I called the office and they said you were heading home. I can’t wait until you get here. There are boxes to pack and closets to clean out.”
“Yeah, that doesn’t exactly sound exciting, Callie honey. At least you can tell me that we’re going to do them naked. That might make me a lot happier.”
She laughed, and it caused his body to react. God, he loved her voice. It was like satin over his naked flesh.
“Well, I’m wearing a tiny pair of cut off shorts. You know the ones.”
Yeah, he did. “The ripped up ones that show off that spectacular ass of yours?” he lecherously asked into the phone. “The ones that make me want to do felonious things to that sexy body of yours?” he inquired, his voice filling with heated lust.
“Uh huh and oops, I forgot to put on any undergarments too. Does that make you a little happier?”
Yeah, she could say that. The laughter bubbled up as his lower body reminded him that he had no damn control around his woman. Quinn loved those shorts on her, and now he was visualizing the mêlée to come. There were a few places in that big old farm house where he’d yet to trap his Callie. Tonight, he was going to hit them all.
What he was feeling wasn’t even close to happy. Quinton Gaines was damn giddy with the prospect of getting laid so much that he would walk funny in the morning.
Yee haw!
“When I get my hands on you, Callie, honey, I’m going to spend the next two hours making you beg and scream my name.”
The tone in his whiskey smooth voice was causing every nerve ending in her body to react. In fact, she was getting wet at that very prospect. Callie couldn’t wait until he arrived at the barn and she could seduce her cowboy.
“Promise, Quinn? You know how I like to get on top and scream my heart out.”
Yes, yes, she did, and thank God for that.
He was a lucky man.
She heard him swallow, and then giggled. “I’ll see you when you get home, big guy. You make sure you’re all hard and ready for me. I have a hankerin’ for some naked fiancé for dinner.”
“Ride ‘em, cowgirl,” he teased, looking forward to clearing the barn and getting on his merry way. In the back of his mind, there was a voice trying to convince him that this was no longer his issue and to blow it off.
Then again, he would feel guilty putting his needs over those of the people he had sworn to protect.
Damn it!
He had a bad case of morals.
“On that note, Quinton Gaines, I’m going to get back to work. Be safe, handsome,” she said, disconnecting the call. Callie had a few things left to prepare before he arrived, and she didn't have much time.
In the cab of his truck, all he could hear was his breathing and the thumping of his heart. Now, Quinn was all hot and bothered. All he was thinking about was the woman waiting for him at home. Oh, he’d do this last task, and then hightail it home, and fast.
As he pulled up to the barn, Quinn forced his mind on to the job, and not the raven haired beauty waiting for him at the house. Once out of the truck, he headed toward the big red doors. As he approached, he noticed they were cracked open, and that didn't sit right in his gut. Immediately, all other thoughts slipped away. After working the mean streets of Atlanta, he wasn’t crazy enough to not be on alert.
Someone had definitely been here, that was for sure.
“Hello?” he called, sticking his head in. “Sheriff’s department. If you’re in here, you need to mosey on home. This is private property.”
No one answered.
Quinn listened for a second. There was nothing, but as he was getting ready to close the door, he heard it.
There was a creak.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Someone was definitely in there. Reaching for his gun, he realized it was already turned in.
Well hell!
He hoped no one was armed. For a brief second, he thought about heading to his truck for his shotgun, but then decided it would be far worse to pull it on a couple of fornicating kids. He’d been young once. In fact, he’d done a little breaking and entering to get his lovin’ on too.
Kids would be kids.
Stepping in, he searched the shadows for anything that looked out of place. Then, he saw something flickering up in the loft area. He hoped that no one was lighting shit on fire, or the place was going to go up in flames and with him in it.
“Hey, is anyone here?” he asked, heading to the ladder. From the floor below, he could see shadows dancing. Someone was definitely up there.
Just as his hand touched the ladder rung, someone moved above him. There was a showering of dust from the cracks above and the telltale creaking of old wood. “Here’s your last chance,” he called, beginning his climb. “If you come out now, you can leave. If you make me play hide and seek, you’re going into jail. Do you hear me?”
Still, no one came out.
Just as his head cleared the opening, he glanced around and couldn’t believe it. Someone had hung dangling mason jars filled with flickering candles from the rafters.
He was dealing with a certified nutjob.
“What the hell?” Quinn muttered climbing up. He stared around, trying to find someone, but there were only bales of hay and storage stalls.
“Who’
s up here?” he called, heading to one of the jars. Just as he reached to extinguish it, there was a creak behind him. Quinn spun, ready to defend himself.
Instead, he stared with his mouth open.
“Callie?” he asked, finally recognizing the woman in front of him. She was indeed wearing the itsy bitsy cut offs she promised, but there was so much more. Along with the shorts, her midriff was bare, thanks to the red and white plaid shirt she’d knotted just under her breasts. Speaking of that part of her anatomy, they were pushed up and looked luscious.
Yeah, he didn't know what to say.
“Hi there, Sheriff. Whatcha doing up here in my barn?” she asked, walking toward him as she played with one of her pigtails. They were tied with some innocent red ribbon and reminded him of so many of the fantasies that he’d had as a young boy.
Quinn didn't know what to say. His fiancée looked like some sexed up farmer’s daughter, and he liked it.
A lot.
“Callie?”
Pulling off her cowboy hat, she tossed it toward some hay bales and kept moving toward him. “Yeah, that’s my name, but it still doesn’t answer my question as to why you’re trespassing, sexy.”
He swallowed as she moved closer. His entire nether region reacted to the sight of her in cowboy boots with long bare legs. The outfit was that of some horny teen, but the gait was reminiscent of some vixen who had seduced many a man.
Him included.
As she twirled one of the long curly black pigtails, his heart thumped in his chest. Obviously, his sexy girl wanted to play a game. Well, he was definitely up for it.
Literally.
His body was tighter than he’d ever remembered it being before. Doctor Callista Carter had a way about her, and he loved every second of it.
Let the games begin.
“We had a call, ma’am. It seems that there have been some trespassers here. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, now would you?”
She stared at him and licked her cherry red lips. When his eyes followed her every movement, even she was getting hot. The sexy man before her was worth all the effort behind this little game of seduction. From his rugged good looks to the wide expanse of his shoulders, Callie couldn’t wait to mount this cowboy and take him for one hell of a ride.
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