“Don’t you blame me for that bird,” I told them. “He was like that when I got him. Hell, he makes me blush.”
“Dirty Bird! Dirty Bird!” It was like he knew the exact time to chime in.
“See,” I said to my clients. “He’s confessing to corrupting me, not the other way around.”
I could tell they weren’t convinced, but that was fine by me. I was just happy I didn’t offend anyone with my bawdy talk about cum. I felt the little hum of anticipation throughout my body as I silently strategized exactly what I was going to do to Gabe. In fact, by the time it came time to put my plan into action, I felt like I was the one who’d been tortured all day. I feared that I’d embarrass myself by coming too soon. I went up to my attic studio and set everything up and waited for my man to come home.
“Sunshine, where are you?” I heard Gabe call when he got home.
“Up here,” I called out. “Lose some layers before you come up.”
“Alright,” I heard Gabe say excitedly. “And here I thought I would be in trouble for hanging up so abruptly.” Yeah, I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I heard him charging up the steps. He skidded to a halt when he saw me standing there in the beam of light I had aimed at the pole. The jock strap I had chosen was black mesh and the way his mouth popped open said he liked what he saw. I raised my arm so he could get a good look at the handcuffs I held in my hand. “Oh damn,” he whispered huskily, “I might not survive this night.”
“Have a seat,” I said pointing to the chair.
Gabe did as he was instructed then I walked behind him to secure his hands with the flimsy cuffs I’d received as a party favor or some shit. I walked around to stand in front of him and I felt his eyes all over my body as surely as if he touched me with his hands. Heat and desire radiated off him and we hadn’t even started yet.
I removed his tie and belt then opened his shirt and pants. I didn’t release his cock from his underwear because I worried that I wouldn’t finish my plans for torture, but I did revel in how hard he was for me already. I couldn’t resist kissing his lips just once before I hit the play button on the remote to start Luke Bryan’s “Strip it Down.” I figured I’d spin on my pole and tease him awhile before I rode his cock to the same rhythm.
I mounted the pole and performed my favorite spins and moves. Feeling his sexy eyes on me and knowing how turned on he was only spurred me on more; it made me more daring with my spins to go higher and hold on longer. I found myself doing sexy dances using the pole that I’d never dream of performing for anyone other than him. Through it all was the smug awareness that the best was yet to come when I had him deep inside me.
Unwilling to wait any longer, I sauntered over to the drawer where I stored the supplies the last time we visited the attic. I could see his pulse hammering in his throat as I neared him, but he looked too stunned to speak.
“Take these cuffs off me,” he said gruffly, proving me wrong.
“Not yet, baby.” I leaned over and bit Gabe’s bottom lip then gave it a good tug.
“I am being punished,” he growled.
I turned my back on Gabe and lowered myself until I straddled his thick thighs. “You call this punishment?” I asked, rubbing my ass against his erection.
“It’s torture when I can’t touch you,” he replied. We both knew he could break loose of those cheap cuffs if he wanted to.
I wiggled against his groin until I felt the dampness of his pre-cum on my bare ass cheeks. Then I knew it was time to crank up the cruelty. I leaned forward and balanced myself with one hand on his knee while I reached around and stretched my ass with two fingers from the other hand. The growls and snarls that rumbled from Gabe’s chest told me how badly he wanted to grab me and fuck me. Yet, he kept his hands to himself and let me have my way. I didn’t think it was possible to love him any more than I did in that moment.
“You can’t keep me tied down forever,” Gabe said when I turned to face him.
“Don’t plan on it, Detective.” We both knew mine was a figurative response to his literal remark. It should’ve shocked me how much I wanted to be tied to him forever, but I gave up fighting my feelings some time ago.
Gabe eagerly raised his hips to assist me when I began pulling on the waistband of his trousers and boxers to remove them. “Kiss me,” he urged while I prepared him.
“Not yet.” I would be a goner if I did.
Instead, I turned and presented my ass toward him again. I heard him whimpering softly because he knew I was about to bust out the reverse cowboy I had been boasting about almost since we met. I straddled his thighs once more and lowered myself onto his cock until he was buried completely inside me. I let my body adjust to him while I caught the beat of the music, then I began to sway and rock up and down his cock with my arms in the air. I used my thighs, my abs, and my hips to turn the reverse cowboy into a piece of art.
“I need to touch you, Sunshine,” Gabe said. “Please let me touch you.”
I savored every pitch and roll that made his cock rasp over my sensitive opening and the broad head of his cock nudging my prostate until I shook with the need to come. I didn’t want to come yet, so I slid his cock out of my ass then sexily ground it against his cock in rhythm to the music.
“I need you,” he pleaded with me.
I inserted his cock in my ass again and alternated the tempo of my movements to rev him up then wind him down. I couldn’t tell which one of us shook the hardest with the need to come, but I knew who was going to blow first. I rested my back against his chest, which brought my neck and shoulder in close proximity to the part of his upper body he could control–his mouth. Gabe bit down into the corded muscle of my neck and I shot all over myself. I kept riding him until my balls were empty.
Gabe’s body shook hard beneath mine and I felt his dick pulsing hard in my ass. “Can I touch you now?”
“Yes,” I agreed, mostly for selfish reasons. I didn’t think I had the strength left in my body to finish him.
Gabe broke the handcuffs with a quick tug and brought his hands around me to cup my face. He held my face turned toward his so he could ravage my mouth with one hand while the other held my hips still so he could thrust up into me.
“I’m going to find a way to pay you back for this stunt,” Gabe growled after he broke our kiss. “Do you hear me?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know when or how, but I’m going to strike when you least expect it. I’m going to give you so much pleasure you think you might die from it.”
“You mean like now?”
“Always with that smart mouth,” Gabe groused, the slapping of his hips against my ass punctuated his every word. He rose to his feet like I weighed nothing then gingerly pulled his dick from my ass before he turned me around to face him. He then hoisted me up to straddle his waist and I lowered myself back down on his dick. “Hang on tight, Sunshine.”
Gabe grabbed my ass with both hands and began to fuck me fast and hard. Sweat popped out all over his body making it hard to hold onto his biceps as he bounced me up and down his cock. I loved the animalistic sounds that Gabe grunted as he neared his orgasm and I loved even more that I was the one who brought that out in him.
He held me tight to him when he spilled inside the condom and I clung to him as if I was afraid he would disappear. Truly, the threat against me was over and he and Buddy could return home and rest assured that I would be fine. I didn’t let my mind go there because it would ruin my night with him. Instead, I focused on the loving way he pulled out of me and lowered me to my feet.
“You good to stand?” he asked. I nodded that I was because I was still trying to catch my breath. “Good, then how about you carry me?” He raised his big leg up as if he was going to climb into my arms.
“Huh uh,” I managed to say, shaking my head. “Not on my best day.”
“You calling me fat?” Gabe asked, sounding all huffy.
“No, just thick.”
“I go
t all the thick you can handle right here,” Gabe said, grabbing his goods.
“Ain’t that the truth,” I said, limping playfully as I shut off the music and made my way to the top of the stairs. “Maybe we should give my ass a break and take yours out for a drive.” I looked over my shoulder to see what kind of reaction I’d get from him.
“Okay,” Gabe said without hesitation as he pulled up his pants. There was only one time I engaged in anal play with him and that was when I gave him a massage. I never asked about his position preference and dared not allow my brain to conjure up the things he and Kyle got up to when they were together.
“Oh,” I said softly. Truthfully, I had only ever bottomed before and the idea of topping Gabe intimidated me.
“Didn’t expect that answer, did you?” Gabe walked to me and cupped my face. “I’d welcome the feel of you inside me, Josh. In fact, I crave it.”
“Oh.” I wanted him to be happy and if penetration was something he wanted then it was something I’d give.
“You look panicked,” Gabe said, a tender smile spreading across his face. “I’ll never ask you to do something that makes you feel uncomfortable.”
“No,” I said hurriedly, “it’s not that. It’s just…” I thought about how I could express what I was feeling without sounding pathetic. “No one has ever wanted me in that way.”
“I’m not like anyone you’ve ever known before,” Gabe said, causing me to snort.
“You can say that again.”
“I’m not like anyone you’ve ever know before,” he repeated.
“Thank God for that,” I said, wrapping my arms around him. “Let’s get cleaned up and we’ll order pizza.”
“Don’t you dare leave the mushrooms off,” Gabe warned.
“Triple mushrooms,” I declared, walking ahead of him.
Thirty minutes later we were cuddled on the couch eating pizza and watching the next biggest sporting thing on television. There was always some kind of major sporting event going on. “Tell me again about this big, exciting event that’s coming up,” I told him. “March Mania or something?”
“March Madness.” Gabe looked at me like I had seven heads. “Right now it’s conference tournaments, but March Madness is right around the corner.”
“Oh boy,” I said, dryly. I decided I would need a television in the bedroom once Gabe moved in.
Once, not if. Once. Joshy boy was growing up. My eyes must’ve widened because Gabe looked at me worriedly.
“What’s the matter? Did you remember something important you wanted to watch?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “I was just remembering our abrupt conversation earlier and wanted to know why you asked about the shears.” That wasn’t really what I had been thinking, but it must’ve seemed reasonable to Gabe.
Gabe told me everything that he could, which wasn’t much at all. I just knew Billy confessed to stalking and harassing us and he’d been arrested by the DEA for serious drug charges. Those were things that the police would release to the paper so I was just learning them a few hours early. Gabe shocked the fuck out of me when he finally got around to answering my question.
“Mine? Are you sure?” I asked.
“Adrian and Captain Reardon looked at the scissors and they definitely have your name engraved on them. They’re identical to the ones used to kill Georgia, but they’re a little shorter.”
“Fuck me!”
“I’m chest-thumping proud you think I could go another round after what we just did, but I’m out, Sunshine.” He tapped the armrest on the couch. “I gave you everything I had.” Lord, Gabe had been hanging around me too much, but I sure as hell wasn’t complaining and I definitely didn’t want to change it.
“What the hell was he doing with the shears I gave Georgia?”
“Well, I think he was truly obsessed with you and kept them as a souvenir when he found them while ransacking Georgia’s mansion,” Gabe told me.
The idea that Billy was somehow obsessed with me was something I just couldn’t wrap my head around, even though the evidence supported the theory. “Why Georgia’s house? What was he looking for?”
“Our theory is that Rocky and Jack weren’t the only ones Georgia had pictures of and was attempting to blackmail.” Gabe rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and let out a deep sigh. “Guessing is one thing and proving it is another.”
I sat quietly thinking about what Gabe said. Georgia had been my friend and I truly missed her, but I was learning things about her that I never suspected. When had that part of Georgia’s life started and why? Was she bored? Did she want to hurt others like she’d been hurt? A misery loves company type of thing?
I thought back to the conversations we’d had during the last year of her life and nothing about her blackmailing attempts slipped out, not a hint of anything sinister stuck out in my mind. “The only thing that I can even think of that ties Georgia to the Sampsons is Georgia’s failed run at being elected to the school board. This dates back a while, but she was convinced that Delaney Sampson sabotaged her because she caught her husband checking Georgia out during a board meeting. Delaney was best friends with the woman that Rocky dumped so he could chase after Georgia. Delaney didn’t want to find herself in the same boat,” I told Gabe.
“So you think that Georgia was looking for dirt on Delaney and discovered what Billy was up to?” Gabe asked. He nodded his head after he thought it over. “Nothing surprises me around here.”
“I did,” I reminded him.
“You were the best kind of surprise there is, Sunshine.”
After the game was over, Gabe made no mention of returning to his home and I sure as hell wasn’t bringing it up. I snuggled back into his spoon and was grateful to be in his arms, whether it be for a night or… forever.
FOR THE FIRST TIMES since I moved to Blissville, I was partnered with someone who wasn’t Adrian. The captain split us up so that I worked on Nate Turner’s case while Adrian looked into all things related to Billy Sampson. Even though the Feds took him off our hands, we had to know if anyone else in our county was involved with the drugs. The Feds were looking to move up the chain of command and wouldn’t focus too intently on local connections unless it meant they were a bigger fish to fry than Billy.
To do that, Adrian would need to dig deep into Billy’s background and find out what he’d been up to while living in Texas those past ten, or so, years before moving back to Blissville. I told him what Josh had said about Georgia’s past fights with Delaney and neither of us were blowing it off because we had both learned the hard way not to underestimate the ladies–at any age.
It sucked to miss out on the interviews with the people who knew Billy best, but I couldn’t take the risk that my involvement would give Billy a Get out of Jail Free card. I knew that Adrian would keep me informed every step of the way, just as I would tell him all about what I learned in my case. I already missed working with Adrian and we hadn’t even parted ways yet.
“I hope CPD doesn’t give you guys any hassle,” Adrian said. “I hope Sheriff Tucker isn’t sending us lame temporary partners either. I can’t get stuck with someone who sucks his teeth or something.” It was good to know I wasn’t the only one dreading the temporary reassignments, even though we knew they were necessary.
“We’re not too lame,” said a voice from behind us.
Adrian and I slowly turned away from where we’d been standing by the coffee pot and faced the two men in suits that were standing behind us. One looked amused while the other looked annoyed. I’d never tell Adrian this, but I sent up a silent prayer that Adrian got stuck with Detective Sourpuss. I mean, I had to ride in the car with my new partner for almost an hour to get to Cincinnati. I knew in my heart that Adrian would understand, although I had no plans to confess.
“We’re stealthy though,” Detective Smiley said. He reached a hand toward me because, hey, I wasn’t the one caught saying something embarrassing. Thinking it to myself didn’t count. �
�I’m John Dorchester. I don’t suck my teeth, fart or scratch my balls in public, and I can be trusted off the leash.” Okay, I really preferred to work with this guy.
“I’m Gabe Wyatt,” I told him.
“It’s your lucky day, Detective Wyatt,” he replied. “I’m,” he pointed at his chest with both thumbs, “your new partner.”
I could’ve clapped in joy, but instead I said, “Temporary partner.”
“David Whitworth,” Detective Grim said before he sucked obnoxiously on his teeth. He didn’t bother to extend his hand and neither did Adrian.
“Adrian Goode,” my partner said flatly. I was grateful that Adrian didn’t try to one-up him by scratching his nuts or farting. “Does that mean you can’t be trusted off the leash or that you like it on the leash?” Adrian asked his new partner. I knew he wasn’t going to let that comment pass.
“Neither,” Whitworth deadpanned.
“Well,” Dorchester said, “I think it’s time for us to get moving.”
“One minute,” I told him. I tipped my head for Adrian to follow me out of earshot. Once he did, I said, “Don’t let this guy drag you down…” I paused when Adrian’s phone chimed with an incoming text.
Adrian chuckled when he read the message and typed out a quick response then put his phone in his pocket before he turned his attention back to me. “Don’t you worry about me, partner. You’re going to have your own uphill battle.”
I thought about Dorchester’s personality and was confused about what Adrian was referring to. I had assumed that he had received a text from his wife, but maybe it was something concerning my new partner. “What’s wrong with Dorchester? He seems fine to me.”
“He is fine, which is exactly what I told Josh when he texted me just now wanting to know if your new partner is cute.” Adrian laughed hard at my wide-eyed expression.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re going to start trouble between me and my guy because you got the jerk for a partner?” I whispered angrily.
“I heard that subtle sigh of relief when you realized you got the good one,” Adrian whispered angrily back. “Just for that, I’m not naming my baby after you.”
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