by Reece Butler
The sound of feminine voices drifted into the cell. He recognized the higher pitched one as Louise Elliott, the county clerk. Didn’t the low, sexy voice belong to Nikki?
“That you, Doc?” called Max.
“Is my patient finally awake and sober?”
A gentleman always stood in the presence of a lady. He managed to get vertical, though he couldn’t stand without holding onto something. He grabbed the thick, black bars of his cell with swollen fingers.
A set of large breasts, perfectly bracketed by a white medical jacket, appeared in the doorway. The snug red sweater dipped low between her breasts, hinting at what lay beneath. He blinked, mesmerized. As he watched, two bite-size red bumps popped up. His cock hardened in reply. He raised his eyes to meet hers. She was even better than what he remembered. Tall and well-built, a gorgeous blonde with a very attractive blush. He’d promised Matt to make her melt enough to invite him into their bed. He’d done it once with little more than a quickie. Could he do it again?
Hell yeah!
Chapter Fifteen
Eric’s entire body surged to life, especially the part erupting behind his suddenly-too-tight zipper as all his blood headed south. He gripped the bars. Matt had damn good taste in women, but he’d surpassed himself this time.
Eric wanted her with every ounce of his two hundred and forty-plus pounds. From the lemon-sour look she was giving him, she’d rather break his balls than kiss him. She must’ve been told he wouldn’t remember yesterday and decided to pretend they’d never met. He could play along with that.
He forced his muscles to relax. He couldn’t let her know how she affected him. In her profession she had to make life-or-death decisions. Yesterday proved she was wound tighter than a spring at full torque, but get the pressure off and she exploded. He was going to make her explode again and again. He wouldn’t be done until she couldn’t walk.
It would be a challenge, but he needed one. Not knowing he remembered tasting her, she might fight him tooth and nail. He checked her hands, pleased her nails were short. He’d still put on cuffs and restrain her so she couldn’t scratch him. Was she a biter? He didn’t mind a nip or two in the throes of passion. He’d given more than a couple himself.
He straightened up, stretching his spine. Years on a ranch followed by the rodeo circuit meant he was used to ignoring present pain for future gain. He watched her eyes drop to his belt, then widen. She licked her lips nervously. That gorgeous rack moved up and down as she panted. And her blush? He bet she damn near shone like a beacon in the night when she came.
She was interested, all right. He had a week before Matt returned. Then they’d have another two weeks for the three of them to enjoy themselves before they discovered he wasn’t heading out again. Her wide blue eyes met his. He gave her a look to tell her she was moving directly into his bed. She must’ve caught something of the meaning because color crept up her throat from the tantalizing V between her breasts.
He wanted more than the vanilla sex they’d shared the day before. He wanted a woman who could take what he dished out, refusing to use her safe word as she fought him all the way. He’d spank her as punishment, and when she couldn’t hold off any longer, he’d give her permission to come. Then he’d let go and ram into her with everything he had, knowing she was big enough to take all of him.
She swallowed wrong and choked, finally breaking eye contact with him. He hid the smile of satisfaction. She knew what he was thinking, and wanted the same. She just didn’t realize it yet. When she agreed to obey him he would show her how to get rid of all that stress and worry. A few screaming orgasms a night would do it. She wouldn’t have an option when she was tied down, legs wide, with his mouth and fingers working her nipples, pussy, clit, and tight little ass.
Matt was right about her ass. She had enough padding to take a good paddling. And he was the man for the job.
“Good morning, Sheriff Gibson,” she said.
He heard the strain in her voice and glanced at Max. The sheriff looked like a cat who’d swallowed a canary. Eric could almost see yellow feathers poking between his buddy’s lips. Max was no fool. He saw a hell of a lot more than most people realized. No doubt he’d known Matt wanted the doc even before Eric told him.
Max had seen Matt stake his claim on Nikki. So his good buddy was helping the process by arranging living accommodations for the doc. Accommodations that would put her in Eric’s bed. Max quirked one eyebrow a quarter inch to ask if Eric was okay with the setup. Eric nodded back the same amount. Doc Nikki wouldn’t have a clue she’d been tag-teamed.
Had Brenda been involved as well? She worked for the clinic and had always had a soft spot for Matt. His brother was so easy to get along with, a natural flirt who wouldn’t harm a woman, child, or animal if he could help it. Matt wanted Nikki for his wife, the sheriff was on board with it, so it was up to Eric to take things from here.
“Max says you’re the reason I got knocked out, Doc. Care to explain?”
She must have had practice keeping her face blank. He’d have to do something about that. He couldn’t read her if she held things back. She held herself stiff, as if needing to be in total control. She’d soon learn to appreciate giving it up.
“You don’t remember?” she asked, as prim as a schoolmarm.
“Eric doesn’t remember a thing since he opened his beer in the Roadhouse.”
Max said it with far too much satisfaction. What else would he say Eric had done? Max could make things up, thinking Eric would never know. At least the doc’s mask had cracked a bit. Was she remembering when he rolled on top of her in the dirt? Or maybe when he flipped up her skirt and they found paradise together?
Gorgeous blue eyes assessed him from head to toes. But the look was cold instead of the heat he wanted.
“I assume you’ve had these alcohol-fueled memory lapses before? Perhaps after other fights?”
“I don’t get drunk,” he said, growling the words. “And I don’t fight.”
“You did yesterday,” she said, frost in her voice.
He looked down, finding colorful evidence of Max’s fists on his ribs. He absently rubbed them, hoping Max was equally sore.
“First time in twenty years,” he replied. He didn’t mention the times he’d waded in to save a female from attack. That wasn’t fighting. It was justice.
She pursed her full lips. He stared at them, remembering how soft and welcoming they were. The pounding ache in his groin hurt more than the one in his upper brain. Both reacted to her far stronger than anything he’d experienced before. Matt did have excellent taste in women.
“Have we met?” he asked, pretending innocence.
“I already said you met the doc yesterday, when she stepped in and stopped our bit of fun,” said Max.
She ducked her head, catching the light. A closer look showed swollen lips and lightly abraded cheeks and chin. He held back a smirk of satisfaction at his mark on her.
“Did you get hit?” he asked. She flicked her eyes to him, startled.
“Why would you think that?”
“Your lips and chin look sore.”
“Oh.” Her hand flew to cover them. Color blossomed. “That’s from, um, something else.”
Such as being kissed by a man who hadn’t shaved since early morning in Missoula? Her chest rose magnificently as she inhaled. He followed a line of light marks over her neck, and up. Yep. His trail of possession lingered.
“Well!” she exclaimed, breaking his glance to face Max. “Since your prisoner is awake and aware, you have no further need of my services.”
“Whoa, Nikki, don’t run away,” said Max mildly. “Something you need to know.”
Max leaned a shoulder against the wall and hauled his box of toothpicks out of his pocket. He tapped it against his palm and one shot out of the small hole. He looked up, sure and relaxed, as if he had all day to chat. Did the doc know that the more relaxed Max seemed while on the job, the keener his senses?
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p; “You sleep better last night without your feet hanging off the end of the bed?” asked Max as if just passing the time of day. “How about that extra-long bathtub? Or did you use the shower? Bet you didn’t bang your elbows, or ding your head on the showerhead.”
The doc blushed like no woman he’d ever seen. What would it be like to arouse her for hours as he watched her skin change color? Or even better, put her over his knees and turn her ass bright pink with the palm of his hand. Oh, yeah!
She opened her mouth to say something, flashed him a look he didn’t catch the meaning of, and snapped her mouth shut. Max, the dog, waited, chewing on the toothpick. He might act like a country bumpkin sheriff, but he had a deep intelligence and superior knowledge of people.
“I slept better than I have in years,” she replied. “Thank you, and whoever owns that lovely home, for letting me live there. I’ll take good care of it until the owner returns.”
“Glad to hear it.” Max nodded companionably. “I offered it to you yesterday since I figured the owner would be a good citizen.” The look he sent Eric was both shrewd and deadly. “I told the doc to move into your master suite last night. Sounds like she liked it just fine.”
“What?” A feminine gasp filled the room. “Brenda said the house was empty!”
“It was, at the time,” said Max agreeably. “Eric hasn’t been home in months. He’s back.”
What little blood was not in his groin shot there in a flash. Oh, God. She’d already slept in his bed. Did her scent linger? He could see her in that shower with hot, soapy water flowing over her breasts as she—
“I’ll move back to the apartment,” insisted Nikki. “Right away.”
“Sorry, Doc,” replied Max blandly. “You can go in to get the rest of your stuff, but it’ll be boarded up this afternoon. Been waiting to find you a spot to move to. It’s being demolished.”
“You can’t…” She must have realized he not only could, Max had. Her chin came up stubbornly. “I can live with Marci.”
After giving him a look that damn near said take me now!, she was refusing to live in his house? More hot sex between them was a given. But he wanted her to choose him, not be forced into it. He wasn’t the type to force a woman to do anything. Unless, of course, they had a power-exchange agreement. Even then she’d have a choice, though it would be to do what he said or use her safe word.
Max gave the doc a Cheshire Cat smile. “You know that ranch is too far from the Clinic for you to be on call. And Marci’s on her honeymoon. She asked me to find you a better place to live. Said you needed a bathtub and bed long enough for those legs of yours.” He pointed his thumb at Eric. “Eric’s place fits the bill. He’ll be gone in a couple, maybe three weeks and you’ll have the place to yourself.”
He hadn’t thought it possible, but her color got even deeper. She was a sexy, arousing woman. Best of all, she was the right size. He couldn’t wait to roll her under him, his cock thrusting deep inside her while he kissed her lips. His cock throbbed in agreement. When a woman was too short, his mouth ended up somewhere over her head when he entered her. The only way he could suck a nipple with his cock hip-deep was if she rode him.
“I don’t bite,” he murmured, “much.” She turned to him, eyes wide and mouth open. “But I sure love to nibble.”
The doc stared back intently for a moment, all wound up tight. He could almost see the wheels turning in her head. She must have made a decision as she suddenly exhaled with a whoosh. Her face relaxed. No, it was her whole body, as if she’d made some sort of decision.
He hoped like hell it was to put herself in his bed, or wherever else he wanted to take her. Since he’d never brought a woman home, he’d never tried the seat in the oversized shower he’d had built. Her eyes got rounder. That sturdy leather chair with well-padded seat and back would be the perfect height. He’d bend her over the back, lift her skirt and—
She yanked her eyes away. He let a chuckle escape. She’d got his suggestions loud and clear. That sweater was getting a good stretch as she inhaled. Twin headlights poked out the front. He wanted to put his lips on them and rasp the tips with his teeth.
She straightened her back, raised her head, and lowered her eyes. Not demurely. Hell, no. She had something up her sleeve and it wasn’t an Ace of Diamonds.
She aimed her eyes right where his zipper dug painfully into his straining cock. The corners of her mouth tipped up.
“So do I.”
Chapter Sixteen
Nikki heard Eric’s groan at her provocative comment. After her fantastic introduction to sex she’d taken a long bath, stretching out her legs in glorious freedom. Because the sheets were so much finer than anything she’d felt before, she’d gone to bed wickedly naked. She’d slept well, then had a luxurious shower before pulling clothes from the one small suitcase she’d brought with her. She’d only brought one bra, the one that matched her missing thong. It went well under her red sweater. She’d needed to do a wash when she’d packed, which was why the low-cut, snug sweater was in her suitcase.
She didn’t move her eyes from the bulge swelling even larger as she watched. Her pussy throbbed, eager to have him fill her again. Now that she knew what he could do for her, she wanted more. The Eric Frost she’d met, and threw her virginity at, had been fun and sexy. This morning he was a different man. He stood tall, powerful and in control. Even behind bars, battered and bruised, he was magnificent. Maybe it was the touch of bad boy that revved her libido into overdrive. Whatever the reason, she’d reacted like a healthy, horny, adult woman.
Yesterday Eric had threatened her with arousing punishment. Had he really forgotten everything about it? Her arousal had heightened all her senses. She’d automatically reviewed his contusions, noting the color and extent of each. His eyes weren’t swollen, though he had a good mark of color on his chin. His lips were battered as well. She licked her own, remembering his touch.
The sight of him staring at her breasts had tightened her nipples to bullets. She’d slept in his bed and, from what Max said, he would be sharing the house with her for a couple of weeks. She shifted, hoping no one could catch her scent. Her panties, regular ones today, were so damp she’d have to change them. The possibility of once more enjoying what was swelling inside his snug jeans had her pussy purring.
No, it was yowling. And best of all, he didn’t remember a thing. Her secret about the lack of condom was safe. No one needed to know unless she was late.
“Help yourself, Doc,” he murmured with amusement, opening his arms for her to get a better look. “Anytime you like.”
His deep voice vibrated inside her, making the flames heating her rise even higher. She wanted to explore him with her tongue. What did a man taste like? Was the texture of his skin the same over his body? She assumed the portions unexposed to sunlight and abrasion would be softer. Like his belly, or those wonderfully curved glutes.
“I’ll let you two to settle this,” said Max. “Doc, call out when you want me to let you out.” She thought she heard a chuckle before the door clanked closed behind him.
“Just so you know,” said Eric, his deep voice slow and arousing, “I’ll be sleeping in my bed. But there’s lots of room for two. Or three,” he added. “Matt’ll be back the end of the week.”
She closed her eyes as a new wave of lust swept over her. One session with the oldest Frost brother had been overwhelming. How could she handle two?
One step at a time, girl. Just like school. And this will be a lot more fun.
But it could also be dangerous. She was in far more control at school. The word went out the window when she was near this man.
She took a deep breath and fought back. His eyes caressed her, up and down between her breasts and her groin. She pushed the thought of Matt away. He wasn’t here. Eric was, and she wanted him to take her to new orgasmic heights. If she pushed him enough, he might show her the commanding, arousing he-man that she craved.
“Just so you know,” she countered
, raising her chin, “I am not giving up that comfortable bed. I can put up with your snores for a couple of weeks.”
Another of those low, knowing chuckles and she’d come in her panties!
“I don’t snore, baby girl,” he said, almost purring. “But I plan to do a hell of a lot more in my bed than sleep.” His smoldering eyes sought hers. “If you’re there, you’ll be part of it.” The look he shot her promised things she couldn’t imagine. “You ready to play?”
An electric ripple erupted at his challenge. Every hair on her body jumped to attention. Everything she’d seen or read about sex came down to this moment. She could hide behind her carefully constructed walls, or show him the woman within.
Walls crumbled into dust as she slipped off her white doctor’s coat.
Moving as slowly and as sensually as she could, she placed it over the chair Max had used. She bent so her bottom faced him, then stood and pressed her shoulders back. It made her sweater stretch over the breasts which had always caused her negative attention. She had a different perspective now. His nostrils flared. He sucked air between his near-clenched teeth.
She sauntered forward, swinging her hips. She stopped in front of the bars and raised her eyes. His were a rich brown flecked with amber. He’d washed, but he still smelled of whiskey. It might be a couple of days before his true scent returned. A hint of spice made her think she’d enjoy it.
“I’m more than ready,” she murmured. “I want your hands on me. Now.” The flecks glowed, turning an intense gold. Her breath caught. She looked down. His battered knuckles were white from squeezing the bars.
“You have no idea what you’re asking, Doc.” She had to lean her head forward to hear him.
“I’m not asking you to touch me, Mr. Frost. I’m demanding it.”
His deep growl rumbled through her chest as if they were touching. She moved so her toes touched the metal bar that ran along the floor. Her breasts fit between the bars. Her nipples, barely covered by her lace bra and sweater, touched his bare skin. His heat seared her. From the way his breath rasped, he liked what pressed into him.
