Scorched by a Deputy (The Deputy Series Book 3)

by Dawn Marie

  “I know your life isn’t a normal one. But I am willing to try to make us work if you are,” I tell him honestly. “Are you?”

  “Damn!” he groans. His body tenses, his eyes blaze with emotions.

  “Do you want me?” I ask him, as l slip off his wet cock to the side of the couch.

  “Stupid question,” he blurts out. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

  “It’s really a simple question,” I explain. “You either want to try a relationship with me or you don’t. I will not be a fuck-buddy.”

  He laughs deeply, as he inspects me with those navy-blue-law-enforcement eyes of his, searching for answers when they just came out of his own mouth. I’m laid bare in more ways than one right now. Naked on the couch beside him, his sperm leaking from my pussy onto my thighs, his scent covers my body, my own scent on his cock.

  Just what was he expecting?

  My nipples tightened in the chilly room now that his chest isn’t keeping them warm. My body remembers the warmth of his hands as they explored my smooth body. And my mind questions if he can really be a faithful man in a relationship? He’s custom to fucking woman, hard and dirty, then leaving them no questions asked. But can he stay with one woman?

  “I know you are not a friends-with-benefits-woman, Dawn,” he finally responds. “That’s why I knew afterwards, you were different.”

  “Did you?” I question sarcastically. He knew nothing about my past relationships, or me, for that matter. Didn’t he know females were dangerous? Murky? I snorted with the representation that he thought I was innocent.

  “Yes,” he responded. “You’re not like most woman I fuck.”

  “Wow…” I sounded it out, in a long, long, drawn out word.

  “I’m not sure I can do the relationship thing. I haven’t had good results,” his voice filled with the pain, the memories of those failed relationships. We’ve all had bad relationships. We’ve all felt the pain, the hurt, the despair, rejection.

  “Me either,” I tell him gently, my voice breaking up with the raw emotions filling my body. “But you have to try again.”

  Dyane doesn’t reply. He sits there gazing at me with a longing that makes my body blaze with heat, and my heart crack into pieces all at once. Is that possible? Yes, it is. Have you felt it before? I want to comfort him. I want to love him. But it hits me, this may be the hardest relationship I have ever fought for. Is he worth fighting for? I really look at him, at myself, and I know he is.

  We are worth the chance…together.

  Getting up from my couch naked I walk into my bedroom and take a hot shower. I hear his footsteps as he walks to my bedroom and I hear him moving around. I continue with my shower, as I turn off the water, reach for my towel to dry off, Dyane walks into the bathroom. He helps me out of the shower so I do not slip and fall. The floor is wet in small spots. As I dry off, he takes off his shirt and jeans.

  I comb my hair, brush my teeth as he showers. Without any clothes, I walk into my bedroom. He’s turned down the comforter on my bed, turned on a lamp, it’s so nice to see that simple act. I do that all the time for myself, but no one has done that simple act for me in a long, long time. Getting into bed I pull the covers over me and lay down. I’m suddenly very tired.

  Dyane finishes his shower and I hear the noises of him moving around. Then the light is clicked off and he walks into the room with his clothes in his hands. A towel wrapped around his middle, a pink one, and I smile. It’s the silliest most sexy sight I’ve seen. A muscled sexy deputy wrapped in a pink towel. My heart speeds up its beating as I unexpectedly want to worship this man. Again…

  And again!

  He drops the towel, his eyes quickly looking over at the bed and focusing on me. I don’t hide the fact that I am inspecting every inch of his naked body. He’s so damn sexy! His short black hair is damp from the shower, the back just touching the back of his neck, his chest is smooth, if there are any hairs, black ones, they are few and far in between. My eyes wander downward, his mid-section muscled and flat.

  His cock is semi-hard as my gaze warms him. He’s letting me look my fill. And it hits me as I lay there on my soft pillow, the sheets pulled to the top of my breast, that he’s in control. I don’t know how I know. He’s in control. My body just knows. Then it remembers the first time he fucked me raw, controlled me, took what he wanted, the way he wanted. Fucked me as hard as he wanted.

  He gets into bed next to me and turns off the lamp on his side of the bed. My bedroom is pitch black. No moonlight to shine into the room. His body sends little pieces of warmth over to me. I fight the urge to cover his body with mine and ride his cock. Licking my lips, I close my eyes tight, trying to think of something else besides him. Dyane and his eight-inch cock. A man that I want…for...as long as he’ll have me.

  How long will that be, I ask myself?

  Dyane shifts his larger body next to mine, those muscled arms of his wrap me in a tight embrace. I try to stop my mind from wandering, asking, searching for unknown answers. Suddenly I am scared for myself. Scared of what I am asking from this man. Can I support him in the ways he needs? I haven’t thought of the issues he does have in his life. Haven’t really thought about his job but I can see it is very important to him. So, therefore, it’s got to be important to me also. Should it?

  His breath hits the back of my hair and my nape. Those arms of his soothe me into relaxing my body and I drift into a light sleep. Comfortable, warm, secure for once in my own bed. And, what could be so wrong with wanting that every day? Especially with a man such as Dyane. Our naked bodies lay embraced in the night, tip-toeing towards a future we don’t know anything about.

  But I do know I can love this man and that is a great start towards a future together.

  Hours later I awake to use the bathroom and gently ease out of bed. I go to the bathroom and get back in bed next to Dyane. Sometime during the night, he had turned to his left side, as I had awakened on my left side snuggled up against his back. He’s still sleeping as I snuggle my body next to his. He’s warm and firm as the warmth coming from his body heats my body into a passionate craving for his touch.

  I slowly with the fingers from my left hand, slip them down to my clit, feeling the wetness that has collected there. I circle and rub that little nub till it is good and wet. I bite my lip to keep from moaning out load. I don’t want to wake Dyane. As I play with my wet pussy in the dark, lying next to Dyane’s warm back, I think about him fucking me hard again. Fucking me hard like that first night together at his place. Riding me hard, holding me down, taking me the way he wanted to fuck me. Raw and gritty.

  My eyes close tightly, my breathing increasing with my climax, I don’t notice the change in Dyane’s breathing till it’s too late for me to stop my actions. Releasing a small groan, I cum all over my fingers as I remember Dyane’s eight-inch cock pounding away at my small bare pussy. Out of nowhere, I am turned onto my back, my hand snatched away hard from my wet pussy, both of my wrists held over my head.

  Dyane is covering my small naked frame, his large hands holding my small wrists prisoner above my head. It’s too dark in my bedroom to see his face, his eyes, but I feel his scorching gaze inspect my body. I feel the hotness from his muscled naked body and feel the pressure of his hard cock between my spread legs.

  “What are you doing playing with my pussy?” his husky voice filled with a trace of sleepiness harshly booms into the darkness directed at me.

  “It’s mine,” I groan.

  “No,” he tells me. “It belongs to me now!” Dyane informs me boldly.

  “My body is my own!” I smartly yell back to him.

  “No,” I hear in the darkness as my legs are spread even wider with the force of his body.

  Dyane moves his larger frame over my small naked form, his left arm holding my arms tightly above my head. His right-hand wanders down my breast, touches my nipple, pinches one, then wanders downward into the valley of my spread thighs. There those wicked finge
rs on his find my damp pussy. They slip without any gentleness into the opening of my pussy, sinking deeply inside. I can’t tell how many, I moan with the sudden pressure and forced entry.

  He starts a hard finger-fucking inside my wet pussy. Those fingers of his punishing my pussy for climaxing without him. I get it now. Squishing sounds are coming from between my spread legs, I am that wet for this man. I desire him in the most basic way a woman can desire a man.

  It’s primal.

  It’s erotic.

  It’s nature.

  Wanting to mate over and over again with this man.

  Without any warning the fingers leave my stretched pussy, the dampness from those fingers seeps out onto the sheets making my ass wet. I moan, and try to pull my hands free, he grips them tighter. So, tight they are hurting. “Let me go!” I demand into the darkness and the muscled man above me.

  Muscled thighs spread my legs wider, as I feel the head of his cock nudge the opening at my pussy. Dyane is radiating heat from his body. I wiggle my body trying to dislodge him, to get him to release my arms, he doesn’t give an inch. His hardened eight-inches of heated dick push into my pussy depths with determined purpose. To claim what’s his, to own what he thinks he owns.

  As his dick sinks into the wet depths of my pussy, I groan from the pressure and stretching. My pussy grips the hot cock snuggly, grasping and clasping onto the wet rod. He grunts, and his body pushing harder up into mine. He’s taking what he wants. My pussy. Me. Pounding in and out, out and in. I lose count of the strokes as he takes me harder and firmer.

  Groaning loudly, I release the groan into the darkness of the bedroom, as Dyane continues to pound away between my legs. A climax is coming, intensely, and I can’t stop it. I don’t want to stop it. I let it claim me. As the heat from the man above me seeps into my body. Warming me inside and out.

  My climax releases and catches inside my body. The release flowing over me lightly and then harder. Almost like a soft breeze that turns into a tropical force breeze. Sweeping over me so fast I can’t control it as it releases into one big gush of wetness onto the rigid cock taking my pussy.

  Dyane groans above me and the force of his thrusts get almost brutal as he sinks as far as he can go into the tautness of my pussy. His balls bounce back and forth on the cheeks of my ass, as he moves my legs up with his body, draped over his thighs. This gives him even more access to my bare dripping wet pussy. As he sinks his cock even more deeper into my clutching cunt.

  Groans leave his mouth loudly, I moan with him, our voices mixing as one. Just like our bodies coming together as one, our voices do the same. My pussy clenches over and over, over and over, onto the hardness of his cock. Along with the feel of his soft, hot, hairy balls hitting my ass the feeling is too erotic to ignore. Those sensations take me over the edge to release once again.

  As my release finishes, Dyane thrusts hard, deep into the back of my pussy hitting my cervix. I wince with the sudden painful entry. He gasps stiffly, his breathing hardened, his body sweating from the actions of his body. As I feel the spurts of his cum as they leave his cock into the back of my pussy. The splashes of cum are hot inside my pussy, and I can feel ever little spurt. My pussy clamping down hard on his cock.

  Finally, Dyane releases my wrists, and I quickly move them down to the sides of my body. They are numb. The tips of my fingers lay against the sides of his chest and back. The warmth of his body seeking into the numbness. He sinks his sweaty body down to my chest, and I feel his lips touch mine. I open my lips slightly to his kiss, as he softly kisses me.

  He worships my lips, my mouth, my tongue with his hot lips. It’s nothing like the fucking he just completed. It’s sensual. It’s soul-taking gentle. The gentleness not like him. His personality isn’t gentle. And this kiss, this kiss, is nothing like the man. I pull away to finally take a deep breath of air. He rests him forehead on mine for just a second, then he pulls out of my body and moves to the side of the bed.

  Suddenly I am empty.

  I am sticky.

  I am tired.

  I don’t know what to feel.

  Chapter 13

  Three great weeks getting to know the man that has fucked me hard. Claiming me in more ways than one. It’s almost poetic. The feelings I am starting to feel inside my head and my heart. And with that out in the open, I can’t help but to wonder if Dyane doesn’t feel the same. At times, I think he is starting to love me and at others I feel strongly he is fighting whatever he feels for me.

  It’s like he doesn’t want to love anyone. I can’t explain it any other way. Even thinking that pains me something fierce. My heart clinches into a painful knot. But it has been difficult getting to know this man. To spend time with this man. He’s right about his life being hectic, hard, scary, heartbreaking.

  There have been nights when I go over to his house after work and he’s had horrible days at work. I can’t explain it other than what it is. The first time hit me in the gut and I almost walked away from him. But I stayed and tried to learn from him how to accept him and his job. It hasn’t been easy for me dealing with what his job really entails. Hasn’t been easy accepting him and his hard-ass ways.

  At moments, he really is an asshole. I have told him this. He shrugs it off and just says I told you so. I don’t think it should be that easy for him. He can be different. Kinder. Compassionate. I have come to worry about him on certain days…most days.

  Yes, when he works I worry about the fact I may not ever see him again. I may not get the chance to tell him I love him. And now that eats away at me! My insides are a nervous wreck. I want to tell him and I don’t want to tell him. When he leaves for work, dressed in that damn deputy uniform I want to scream. The first time watching him dress for work was like a nightmare for me. It wasn’t real. As I watched him pull on that uniform, pressed and ironed, not a wrinkle in sight. Put on his name tag, his utility belt and put his weapon on. That hit me watching him get dressed for work, what if I don’t see him tonight?

  As I laid in his bed, tired and sore from him fucking me all night long, watching him with sleepy eyes get dressed for work. What if I don’t see him again? The question kept repeating, repeating, inside my head like a broken record. He asked me if I was alright. I lied and said I was fine.

  I wasn’t.

  Especially when he came to the bed, dressed in his uniform, all deputy looking, and kissed me hard. It made me feel – treacherous. Quivering inside, I was scared for him. I didn’t want him to know but somehow, I think he knew. He got this strange look on his face. A painful look and my heart clinched inside thinking I had hurt him. I didn’t want to hurt him. I didn’t want to be hurt. I wanted to be loved.

  I was just scared. For him. For us…

  Can you understand that feeling? Because I sometimes regret feeling those feelings. But I can’t help myself. I do love Dyane Nelson. Deputy Dyane Nelson and that’s the honest truth. If you must know he’s the man that laid claim to my heart and he’s also the man that broke my heart into so many pieces I don’t think there are enough bandages to keep all the knife wounds covered.

  Can you understand that kind of pain?

  Saturday has arrived and we are both off work. Dyane is on his way to pick me up in his huge GMC pickup truck to take me target practicing with him. He said I needed to know how to use a gun properly. I didn’t tell him I know how to shoot a gun. I don’t like guns. But I can shoot one as well as a man thanks to my Daddy. Girls in my family were taught the same things as boys. It’s the country way of life.

  Dyane has been acting different this week. I am not sure why and that troubles me deep down. I try not to let it show but it’s starting to make me question our relationship. And I don’t like that feeling of uneasiness. I haven’t been asking many questions about his work but lately I know he’s had some rough days. I see the stress in his face even if he doesn’t admit it.

  Will talking to him help or hinder? I question myself as I wait for him to pull up. He’s u
sually always on time but he’s running ten minutes late. I have my big purse with me, one that holds an overnight outfit and some makeup. I have left some stuff at his house that I might need for overnights. During week nights, he comes over to my house after his shift or I go over to his house.

  Weekends though I usually stay at his place till Sunday afternoon. Then I head home to finish chores and collect myself. I am not sure where we are headed to as a couple. One day he’s loving and caring, the next hard and rough like that first night between us. That has my insides worried but twisted with desire.

  Dyane pulls into my drive with a hard stop, radio blasting, as I walk out to his truck. He’s got the tinted windows down, it’s a sunny day, warm with bright robin-blue skies that belong to the Florida panhandle. His black sunglasses hide his eyes but I feel him watching me as I walk to his truck. He oozes sexiness. I’m thinking a pink tank top and denim shorts with pink flip flops isn’t a good outfit for this outing.

  I open the passenger door, heave my purse into the floor and pull myself up into his truck. Dyane gazes at me with a sensual gaze that says he wants to take me. Right now, but I know how much he wanted to shoot his gun today. And I’m not going to distract him. Sometimes I tease him so much, he just gets overly arduous.

  “Hey,” I gasp. I wish he’d take his glasses off, I like to see his eyes. It makes me nervous when I can’t see his expression.

  “Hey,” he replies huskily. “You ready?”

  “I guess so,”

  I close the door to the truck, click my seat-belt as he backs out my driveway. The radio is so loud I can’t hear or think. I reach to turn the volume down and he stops my hand. “What are you doing?” Dyane questions me. His voice hard and edgy.

  “I’m turning the damn thing down!” I snap at him.

  “Don’t touch my radio,” he orders. I glare at him. He glares back.