She rumbled around my fingers, squeezing tight and coming hard. I pulled my fingers out and tasted her salty goodness. Charlotte whipped around to kiss me but I stopped her and turned her back away. I pushed her naked body against the shower wall and bent her slightly over. Her tits were smashed against the glass and her ass was begging to be spanked.
I slapped each cheek as hard as I could, causing Charlotte to cry out and struggle against me. I held onto her shoulder with one hand as I guided my cock inside her. Nothing could stop me from having her over and over again. My cock would never get tired of this pussy. I pushed in and out, Charlotte's flushed ass jutting out to meet me. We collided, crashing into each other in a mess of pleasure and sex. Charlotte yelled out but the shower muffled her moans. My hips bounced off her juicy ass with every thrust.
“Oh my god...Sawyer, I'm going to come.”
I focused all my energy on bringing her to climax. I was so close but I wanted more—needed more. Charlotte whimpered as she came all around me. Her body spasmed, quivering from the intense orgasm. She calmed down as I pumped one more time. Now it was my turn.
“Face me,” I ordered her. Charlotte complied and turned around. She was breathing heavily, her mouth parted slightly, her tongue dancing on her lips. Those bright eyes showed the passion in her veins. I kissed her and lifted her into my arms. She weighed practically nothing. I pinned her against the shower wall and Charlotte wrapped her legs around my back. I slowly lowered her down onto my aching cock.
Charlotte rocked her hips back and forth while I pushed in and out. She was so incredibly wet as I slid right into her. Charlotte grabbed my head and brought it down on her soft tits. I licked her all over, sucking on her hard nipples.
I forced myself even deeper. “Come with me, baby.”
Charlotte shut her eyes and bit her bottom lip. The pleasure reached its peak and I finally hit my release, exploding inside her. Charlotte screamed my name over and over again as she cracked and fell apart around me. I pounded into her until my cum stopped flowing.
I gently lifted her off me and set her down on. Charlotte instantly collapsed onto the shower floor. “That was a nice surprise,” she said, wiping the water from her face.
I joined her down on the ground. “I couldn't help myself.”
Charlotte's eyes burst open. “Fuck! I have to get to work.” She jumped out of the shower and I stayed in, washing my body and hair.
I wrapped a towel around me and got out to see Charlotte already dressed in her Sheriff uniform. She was hunched over, blow-drying her hair and all I could do was just sit and stare. She turned off the hair dryer. “What are you thinking?”
I snapped out of my day dream. “Just trying to stop myself from ripping that uniform right off and fucking you senseless against the bathroom counter.”
Charlotte put her hands up in defense. “Down, boy. I can't take anymore. My legs are so sore from all the orgasms and I'm already super late for work. Save some energy for me later.” Charlotte pulled her hair back into a ponytail and wrapped a black hair tie around it.
I went out into the living room and found my leather cut and pants. I got dressed and said goodbye to Ariel before leaving out the front door with Charlotte. I handed her a folded piece of paper.
Charlotte stopped at her old Honda. Good thing she didn't chase criminals with that. She unfolded the paper and read the contents. “Do the Mexicans really have all this?”
I nodded. “And probably more that we don't know about it.”
“This will be more than enough. I'll send out the orders today.”
I approached her while she shook her head at me. “I need to get out of here.” She looked around frantically. “What if someone sees us?”
I held the back of her head and shoved my lips on hers. “I don't care,” I murmured between kisses. I spoke louder, “Everyone should know that I'm fucking Sheriff White.” Charlotte scrambled to put her hand over my mouth.
“Shh! I don't want the whole town to know yet.” She released her hand over my lips, giggling.
I held her hand one last time before walking over to my bike. I put on my bucket helmet and connected the chin strap. “I'm going to speak with my brothers about the new plan. I hope we can make this work, Sheriff.”
Charlotte got in her car and drove away. I summoned my bike to life. The roar of the engine soothed me. What the fuck was happening to me? I had never let a girl get under my skin before and Charlotte was already buried deep. I'd never fucked a girl before that made me want her another time. And Charlotte's pussy was so addicting. My cock pulsed in my pants, screaming at me to take her again.
I needed to get my emotions in check. She was just a chick. Another girl to throw away. I used her Sheriff powers to get my MC safe. That was it. Nothing more.
Chapter Twenty
Charlotte
The radio in the car was off as I drove to the police station. Silence was what I needed. My head was so muddled with too many thoughts. His cock splitting my legs wide open, his sculpted arms flexing as he fucked me hard. Why did Sawyer have to be so damn hot? Why did he have to be an outlaw? Could our worlds really work together? Could a relationship survive?
I didn't want to think about Sawyer anymore. I finally had a plan to keep the streets safe. I searched my purse in the passenger seat and pulled out the folded piece of paper. Weapon stashes, drug locations, and whorehouses. This was everything I needed to take down The Death Merchants. Or at least hurt them enough to get them to back down.
But doing this would give more power to the Rabid Dog MC. Like Sawyer said, “Lesser of two evils.” Sawyer might be a criminal but at least he didn't want a war. A battle that could cost hundreds of innocents their lives. The Mexicans had to be stopped.
Officer Moore met me in the parking lot of the station as I got out of my car. “What's going on, Officer?”
Moore fumbled around until he found the words. “Good morning, Sheriff. We got a call early this morning about a shootout with the Blacks and Mexicans.”
“How many dead?” I asked, locking my car and walking with purpose into the station.
“At least five. Two of them were a couple eating dinner at a restaurant across the street.”
My heart dropped. It had already begun. This plan needed to go into effect right away. “Moore, I need everyone here today. I mean everyone. We're going to raid the Mexicans.”
“What about...the shooting, Sheriff?” Moore stuttered.
“We already know who did it. Not much we can do there. Send two guys over to process the crime scene. The rest need to be here.”
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The raid turned out to be the biggest in Sacks County history. Millions of dollars of drugs were confiscated, weapons were taken off the street, illegal whorehouses were shut down. Twenty Death Merchant members were arrested. Our jail was filled to capacity and the judge was going to have a full plate.
The mayor held a press conference and this time I wasn't nervous as I took the stage. My position as Sheriff was confirmed and the people believed that I could really turn things around in this town. But what about Sawyer and I?
A few days passed and I hadn't heard from him. My body longed for him and touching myself at night was the only way to relax. Was he just using me for my position? Now that the Mexicans were dealt with, was our business transaction over? Should I try and contact him? Too many questions and no answers.
Chapter Twenty-One
Sawyer
The Mexicans were pretty much done with. Between the cops and the Blacks, they were almost completely decimated. The Death Merchants were far from out though. Other chapters would come to their rescue to defend their territory but they wouldn't be bothering us for much longer. The Rabid Dog MC was stronger than ever.
I thought I could forget about Charlotte and move on. Focus on the MC. I was the President now and I couldn't afford the distractions. But that bitch was stuck in my skull. Her soft lips against mine and my hard cock inside h
er was an unforgettable image.
After a meeting with the MC, everyone filed out and Cole stayed behind. “Everything going okay, Prez?”
“Things couldn't be better. I can't believe we were able to take down The Death Merchants.”
Cole slapped me on the back. “You did good, Sawyer. We tried to work with the Mexicans during my time but there were too many differences between us. I'm glad it was you at the head of the table instead of me. Barely any blood was spilled. That's something to be proud of.”
“That means a lot coming from you. I always tried to think of what you would do in each situation.”
Cole laughed. “Well I think you did better than me, kid. But I think there's more going on in that head of yours.”
Cole could see straight through me. He had known me since I was a high-school troublemaker. I sighed. “I can't settle some things in my mind.”
Cole sat down at the meeting table and I joined him at the head. “Take my advice, Sawyer, don't be like me and let the girl of your dreams pass you by. You're hardwired to fuck and forget but you don't want to be my age and wishing you did something different.”
“Fuck and forget...God damn, Cole, I tried to forget so hard.”
“Some people are meant to be forgotten. Others aren't. She sounds like a chick who shouldn't be forgotten. Now go get the fucking girl before I swoop in and steal her from you.” Cole pretended to jab me with his left hook in slow motion.
“Yeah I get the idea. Thanks for the advice.” We embraced and brushed off each other's leather cuts. “I'm glad you stayed, Cole. This club still needs you.”
He looked down at his leather gloves. “We'll see how long these old decrepit hands will let me ride.”
The chaos and confusion in my head was slowly clearing away. Cole was right. Why fight against my feelings. I asked Big Mike for a shot of whiskey to get some liquid courage. Time to go to the police station and take what's mine.
I walked outside and found Charlotte standing next to my bike. She was wearing her uniform but her brown hair was down, blowing in the wind. I watched the sun reflect off her pale skin and cursed at myself for waiting this long.
“I needed to talk to you, Sawyer,” she said, her fists clenched at her sides. Tears were in her eyes but her face was full of determination.
I put my finger to her lips. “Shh...” I took her in my arms and kissed her like it had been a thousand years since we saw each other last. She melted away against me and Charlotte was finally all mine.
Epilogue
Charlotte
The aroma of the barbecue was like heaven on earth. The long picnic table in the back of the clubhouse was surrounded by the entire MC. The table was set up with plates, forks, knives, and napkins. We each had a cold beer sitting next to us, freshly opened.
Claire raised her bottle. “Who the fuck would have ever believed that the law would be sitting at the table with us. You're a beautiful soul, Charlotte, and we're glad you can put up with Sawyer's fucked-up behavior.”
“Thanks so much, Claire,” Sawyer replied sarcastically.
I mouthed the words thank you to her as we all clinked our beers together. Big Mike brought over a big plate of steaks and we all dug in. The corn was fantastic and the meat was juicy and perfectly cooked. Sawyer kept eying me like I was his own piece of meat. That man had boundless energy. He already fucked me this morning and he'd have his way with me again tonight. I'd never known so many orgasms in my life. My body just reacted to him in a different way.
Leland and Constance sat at the opposite end with baby Isaac bouncing on Leland's knee. They looked like a real family. Maybe someday Sawyer and I could have that. But that would be far off in the future. For now, I was happy just to spend time with Sawyer.
When I moved here to become Sheriff, I was afraid of losing my friends and family. It was terrifying to start somewhere fresh. I didn't want my life to only become my career. But I had found something here I never expected—love.
Sawyer draped his arm over me and kissed me, his breath smelling of beer and cigarettes. I couldn't help but swell with pride. He was all for me.
I looked over at the other MC members and laughed to myself that I considered them enemies just a year ago. Now they were family.
The End
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To Hell With Her...
Constance
A doctor doesn't have time for a baby.
When the hot-as-hell, Leland, lands on my operating table, I'm bound by my oath to save him.
I can't stand his cocky attitude and arrogant charm. He believes he's God's gift to women. All I can do is roll my eyes and refuse his advances.
But the blazing fire behind his eyes, his hard body against mine…
Leland
I wake up in the hospital after another bar fight and she's standing over me—tall, busty, and begging to be touched.
But she thinks her degree makes her better than me. To hell with her.
But her surprise makes me rethink everything. Can a bad boy really change?
Chapter One
Leland
My fingers danced around the rim of the shot glass. I lifted it up to eye level and swirled the clear brown liquid around. The shot of Jameson burned as it ran down my throat, warming my insides. I slammed the glass down on the bar and waved the bartender over.
Randy and I had known each other since we were boys. I remembered us playing cops and robbers in the trailer park, the old people yelling at us to keep it down. Those were carefree days. Now Randy owned the Stinky Goat and I joined the Rabid Dog MC. It's weird how things turned out.
“Want another, Leland?” Randy grunted, wiping the bar with a white towel. His long brown beard almost touched the floor.
I nodded and watched as he poured me another shot of whiskey. I nursed this one slowly, taking a few sips at a time. My head was already fuzzy and the room was spinning. Soon enough I'd be in the restroom puking my guts out into the nasty toilet. Maybe Janine's number was still scrawled up on the bathroom stall. I wouldn't mind licking that wet slit of hers again.
“Anymore and you won't be able to drive home,” Randy said.
I grinned stupidly. Randy knew me too well. “I think we passed that point a long time ago.” Randy smiled and left the bottle of whiskey next to me. filled my glass again and took another drag. The alcohol churned in my stomach.
“Who looks good tonight?” a voice to the side said to me
I looked over to find Sawyer sitting next to me at the bar. I wasn't sure if he'd been sitting there the entire time or not. He wore the same leather cut as me with a big Rabid Dog spider on the back. He ran his hand through his shoulder-length blond hair and scratched the stubble hugging his chin. Sawyer was the Vice President of the motorcycle club and he was the one that pushed me to become a prospect. Now I was a full-fledged member and there was no turning back.
I looked around the room at all the chicks. It was Friday night and the bar was almost half-full. The Stinky Goat had become a become a popular hangout over the years for outlaws and degenerates. Randy wasn't entirely pleased by the type of customers but he loved the cash it brought in.
I scanned through the crowd and recognized most of the women—that meant I'd slept with each and every one at least once or twice. I glanced back at Sawyer. “Looks a little boring tonight.”
“How about that one?” Sawyer pointed over my shoulder. My eyes followed his finger and landed on a brunette with tattoo sleeves.
“Been there already—twice.” I took another sip of whiskey and let the alcohol relax me.
“And that one?”
“
She likes to call me Daddy in bed.”
Sawyer chuckled and seemed impressed. “Gotta love a girl that has Daddy issues.”
I could get any girl I wanted. It just came naturally to me. I had the uncanny ability to get panties to drop to the floor. I'd been neck deep in pussy ever since.
Sawyer put his hand on my shoulder. “Okay hot shit, how about that looker over there?”
I gazed over and locked eyes with a curly red head I'd never seen before. Her large round tits were pouring out of her under-sized bra and her short shorts stopped right at the bottom of her ass cheeks. She held a pool cue in her hands and bent over to take a shot. The view was glorious. I would definitely remember if I fucked her before.
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