Rebecca Joyce

by The Sheriff's Jailbirds

  So after a massive argument, and cries and silence, she packed her bags and left.

  Of course she told her parents where she was going. She wasn’t that vindictive, but damn it, she was going to go to college where she wanted. Looking back over the last four years, she probably should have listened to them.

  At first everything was great. She made plenty of friends and managed to pass her classes. Hell, even her parents calmed down and accepted her choice, but the moment the FBI barged into her dorm room and confiscated all of her computers, her life went to shit.

  After being arrested, expelled, and after a lengthy trial and spending eighteen months in jail for Internet hacking, well, her loving parents weren’t so loving anymore. That was why she packed her bags for the last time and left, only this time she kept her destination a secret. Of course, looking at the inside of the Rainbow Room, she wasn’t sure anyone would believe her even if she told the truth.

  There were only two words to describe the Rainbow Room. Sodom and Gomorrah!

  Every form of debauchery known to man happened in this club. Men fucking women, women fucking women, men on men, and the orgies, the orgies were, well, they were just orgies! Add in the freaks, Goths, geeks, snobs, earthies, and tree huggers, and well, it was a full-on sex room where fantasies and wishes came to life.

  The Rainbow Room was run by none other than Celestial’s own mayor, Apollo Louis Humperdinck. That name still made her giggle after eight months, but since he was her boss and he managed to keep his roaming hands off her ass, she tolerated the Greek god.

  Apollo was a vision. She still couldn’t believe the man batted for both teams, but hell, who was she to chastise? She had had her share of girl-on-girl action, too. Like any other hot-blooded teenager, college was the place to experience everything. It was fun and eye-opening, but it wasn’t for her. Charlotte preferred a stiff cock to a vagina any day.

  Throwing her bag behind the bar, she grabbed her apron and tray and ducked around some tables, trying to avoid Apollo’s wrath.

  “You’re late!” the strong, booming voice shouted from across the club.

  Shit!

  Smiling sweetly, Charlotte turned. “Hey, handsome. You look mighty fine in—what the hell are you wearing?” she asked, confused.

  Charlotte thought she had seen it all, but this took the cake.

  “It’s Tarzan and Jane night. What’s wrong with it? Is my cloth too big? Should I have worn a smaller piece?” Apollo asked, looking down and touching the small patch of cloth that covered nothing, not even his bulging cock.

  “Dude, that cloth gets any smaller and you might as well be wearing a Band-Aid.” Charlotte stared.

  Apollo grinned. “I like the way you think, Charlotte.” And with that she watched as Apollo ripped off the small cloth and threw it on the bar.

  Holy fuck. That is one big cock!

  Charlotte had seen her fair share of dicks working in the Rainbow Room, but damn, Apollo’s cock could give John Holmes a run for his money. Just looking at his long piece of meat made her pussy clinch and her juices flood her panties.

  “You know, Charlotte,”—Apollo began stroking his shaft, leering at her seductively—“whenever you’re ready to make up for the missed time at work, I am more than willing to put Mr. Apollo in your fine ass.”

  “Paalease. Your dick ain’t that big,” she lied, turning away to start her shift.

  * * * *

  Braxton Connelly sat across from Gabriel Sexton, ignoring everything the man said. It was their weekly security brief, and he wanted to be anywhere but here.

  As the sheriff of Treasure Cove, he should be used to the rigorous diatribe of the owner of the town’s only BDSM club, but today, Gabriel’s voice was grating his nerves.

  It had been a month since his last trip into Celestial, and if his aching cock strained anymore against his pants, he was afraid he would have a permanent zipper tattoo.

  “Braxton!” Gabriel shouted. “Am I boring you today?”

  “Actually, yes,” Braxton growled, getting to his feet. Immediately his cock thanked him.

  Fuck, he needed to do something about this craving. It wasn’t going away.

  Walking toward the window, he looked out into the bright morning sunshine. Straight ahead past the town lay his torment. He wondered what his sexy blond was doing right at this minute. Was he sleeping, working, jogging?

  Fuck. Don’t think about him jogging!

  Damn it! Rubbing his achy cock, Braxton tried to think of anything but him. Even after last night’s scene in the dungeon, Braxton couldn’t get his warm, inviting hole out of his mind. He had fucked Violet senseless, had her screaming as her pussy washed his cock in her juices, but that was still not enough.

  For as long as he could remember, Braxton knew he liked both sexes, but being the high school star quarterback, and then an upstanding member of the community, he never gave into his other desires. Oh, he toyed around with the idea, read several books, and even bought himself an extensive video library to keep his dick happy, but all that paled when he gave into lust.

  Since then, his heightened state of arousal was causing him to lose his grip on reality. On the brink of insanity, Braxton knew he was either going to have to come clean and admit not only to himself what he truly was, or he was going to live a life of regret and solitude. Because after that explosive, eye-opening night, Braxton came to the conclusion he refused to have one without the other.

  He wanted both.

  “Braxton, how long are you going to deny what you are?” Gabriel softly said, breaking the tension in the room.

  Sighing, Braxton leaned his head against the cold glass window, his heavy breathing clouding the town below. Just once he would love to be able to talk to someone about this, someone who could understand and sympathize with his plight. Making the decision to lay everything on the line, he turned to look at one of his best friends.

  Just then, Gabriel’s phone rang.

  Braxton watched as he answered, getting to his feet. “What! When? Hang on.” Turning to Braxton, Gabriel said quietly, “It’s Janie. She’s here at the club.”

  “Damn it! What the hell is she doing here?” Braxton asked, forgetting his own troubles.

  “She’s where! Shit, I am on my way. Don’t let Jason start until I get there. Yes, I will get them the message. Thanks, Justice,” Gabriel said, hanging up the phone.

  Braxton waited while his best friend gathered his thoughts. After making a few quick calls, Gabriel finally turned to him and smiled. “I need a favor, old friend.”

  The look upon his devious face had the hairs standing erect on the back of his neck. Doing Gabriel a favor meant his life was about to become more complicated.

  “No! I’ve got my own shit to do. I ain’t your bitch-boy, Gabe. You fix this,” Braxton argued.

  “I just need you to deliver a message. Afterward, I suggest you go find this person who has you all twisted up inside and fuck his brains out,” Gabriel said, straightforwardly looking him directly in his eyes.

  There was no condemnation and no shiver of repulsiveness, only understanding and acceptance. Braxton knew that out of everyone in this town, Gabriel would understand. He had seen the same longing in his friend’s eyes since his arrival in Treasure Cove. Oh, Gabe loved fucking the ladies, but like him, he had watched Gabriel walk away too many times with a yearning in his eyes and a hard cock still begging for release.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lied.

  “Whatever you say, my friend, but I know the difference between the ache for a woman and the need of a man. And, Braxton, your need is outweighing your want. Besides, even Violet knew she didn’t satisfy you last night. You have been away for too long. Go, go to your young man, and bring him home. Until you do, your life won’t mean shit.”

  “Easy for you to say. You don’t let anyone get close to you,” Braxton challenged.

  “You know nothing about my life,” Gabriel whispered seve
rely.

  Ignoring him, Braxton walked to the door. Opening it, he turned and said, “You keep lying to yourself, and I’ll do the same.”

  “Will you deliver the message?” Gabriel asked.

  Braxton replied, walking out the door. “Yes.”

  * * * *

  Watching the fields roll by, Braxton tried to forget about the conversation with Gabriel. Had he been that transparent? Was his longing that etched upon his face? If Gabe knew, who else had figured him out?

  Fuck! Slamming his hand on the steering wheel, he stepped on the gas and turned up the radio. The loud sounds of Metallica’s “The Unforgiven” blasted through the speakers, and he tried to calm the storm raging in his mind.

  Thank God his old man was dead. If he found out what his only son did, he would beat the living shit out of him and have his ass before the preacher, begging to reclaim his wayward soul. Growing up in Treasure Cove as the son of the honorable Judge Edward Connelly, Braxton lived his life by a code. Do the right thing and stay the hell out of the old man’s path. A true bastard, his father never let him forget that he was alive thanks to his good grace and his mother’s pleading.

  From birth, Braxton could never please his father. Everything he did in his younger years was to gain the acceptance and praise from the only man Braxton could never get close to. Early on, all Braxton ever wanted was the love and acceptance of his father. For as long as he could remember, all he ever received was scorn, belittlement, and pain, and he had the scars to prove it.

  Nobody questioned the larger than life, six-foot-six, hard-as-steel judge. He governed the town with a determined sense of responsibility, justice, and a strong belief in God. A prominent member in the community, his old man made his presence known everywhere he went. Too bad his old man was a bastard who liked whipping his son into submission.

  And nobody ever knew.

  The night his dad died was the best night of Braxton’s life. Of course to the town, they had lost a true friend and member of the community, but for Braxton, he silently thanked God for putting an end to his hateful tyranny and the horrible beating he was receiving all because his father caught him kissing Steven Wilkerson in his room.

  That night was the first time Braxton had ever given in to his deeply hidden feelings. It almost never happened, but when Steven touched his face and leaned into him, Braxton reciprocated, and it was at that precise moment his father walked in. Nothing could have prepared the two young boys for what happened.

  Braxton’s father barreled into the room, ripping Steven from the bed and throwing him against the wall. The young junior never saw the punch that landed in his midsection, but he felt the searing pain as he fell to the ground.

  Anger and fury flooded Braxton’s system as he lunged for his father, jumping on his back and trying desperately to help his friend from his father’s wrath. But when his father yanked on his arm, successfully throwing him to the ground, Braxton knew the only way he could save his friend was to move in front of him as his father’s foot drew back to kick.

  The immense pain he felt as his old man’s boot connected with his ribs took the very breath from his lungs. Gasping in pain, Braxton’s old man picked him up, punching him hard in his face, slurring epithets of hatred at him. The worst was when his father yelled, “God will see me dead before I allow my son to be a faggot.”

  Guess God agreed with him, because as his father continued his assault, not even five minutes later, as the leather boot came down against his back for the second time, his father dropped dead of a heart attack. That was the last beating Braxton ever received and the last time he ever gave into his deepest desire, until last month.

  Trying to shake that horrible day, Braxton thought of more pressing matters, like the town Charter. No new news had come about that mess, and that had everyone involved worried. The longer the Charter was able to continue as is, the longer those affected were losing money. Braxton had been helping Matthew Jenkins, but when Jeff Hicks called him and asked if he could look into the town librarian’s past, he said okay.

  So with folder in hand, he headed toward the JC Ranch to deliver the info and, of course, pass along the message from Gabriel.

  Pulling up in front of the large house, Braxton put his squad car in park and got out, leaning against the door. With folder in hand he waited, watching Jeff and Caleb as they loaded the last hay bale into the barn.

  He knew they heard him coming up the long drive, and with the mood he was in he didn’t feel like making nice. He just wanted to deliver the folder and message and go home. Looking at his watch, he sighed, realizing his shift was over twenty minutes ago.

  Damn.

  He watched as the brothers cautiously walked up. “What’s up?” Jeff asked, taking off his gloves.

  “I got that information you asked for,” Braxton said curtly.

  “Okay, so what’s got your hackles up, Brax? Is there something in her background we can’t fix?” Caleb asked.

  “No, you’ll both be able to help her, but that’s not the only reason I came out here,” Braxton said, looking off in the distance. He watched as the brothers tensed.

  Damn it, Gabe, you should be the one doing this shit!

  “Fuck, man…I hate being the messenger boy. I oughta kick Gabriel’s ass for this,” he began.

  “What does Gabriel have to do with this?” Jeff cautiously asked.

  “I’m sorry. He’s trying to stop him, but the shit ain’t listening,” Braxton replied anxiously and nervously, silently cursing Gabriel.

  “What the fuck are you talkin’ about?” Caleb demanded.

  “Jason. I’m talking about that little pissant pussy,” Braxton shouted, releasing some of the tension he had bottled up.

  Fuck, that felt good!

  “What about him?” Jeff asked, stepping forward.

  “Jason, he’s doing a scene with her at the club right now.”

  “Who?” they shouted in unison.

  “Janie. He’s got her on the cross in…” Braxton said but was interrupted when Jeff and Caleb took off running.

  “Caleb, grab the guns!” Jeff said, his voice like steel.

  Braxton pushed off the car and coolly said, “Don’t do anything stupid, Jeff. Don’t make me arrest you.”

  But Jeff never responded. Jumping into his truck, Braxton watched as Caleb jumped the front porch steps and hopped in the truck. Within seconds, a large duct cloud filled the air as the two brothers were headed to the Pleasure Cave.

  For the last eight months, he had watched and laughed with the rest of the town as Jeff and Caleb Hicks stumbled and made fools out of themselves for the love of one woman. And now that she was within grasps, they were not going to let some pissant little kid hone in on what they worked so hard to achieve. They knew she was the one from the moment they laid eyes on her.

  So did Braxton when he spied his sexy blond God.

  He just knew. Something inside him welled up and burst. He couldn’t really explain it.

  It was what it was.

  Figuring if those two boneheaded idiots could claim a woman and not give a damn about what happened in their lives or their ranch, then why couldn’t he?

  He really had no one to explain himself to.

  He did his job well, and if the town didn’t want a bisexual sheriff then fuck them!

  Taking out his cell, Braxton typed a message.

  They’re coming! I warned you…They’re your problem. You fix it. I’m on my way to Celestial. -Braxton.

  Chapter 2

  The Rainbow Room was buzzing with the craziest people on the planet. There were men walking around in leopard-print loin cloths, women wearing small leaves that barely covered their tits and pussies, and then there were some who just went naked. Some would think this club was nothing more than a brothel of fornication, and Charlotte hated every minute of it.

  The noise was deafening. The men and women were out of this fucking world, and add booze to the mix and, well, anything coul
d happen in this place. She didn’t mind the tips, but she counted down the minutes until her shift was over. All she wanted to do was get the hell out of here and find some peace and quiet.

  As the only waitress in the establishment who refused to adhere to the club’s dress code, Charlotte did as she pleased. She knew it angered Apollo, but since she brought in more drink orders and new customers to the club than any other employee, he left her attire alone. Besides, she knew she didn’t have the body to fill out what little the other women wore.

  So, feeling content and happy in her skinny jeans and white tank, she maneuvered around the throngs of people who clamored for her attention.

  Theme night was always big in the Rainbow Room, and by the full tables, she had to admit Apollo hit it big with Tarzan and Jane night. He even went as far as to hang ivy and ropes around the room, and the little gorilla playing bongos in the corner was a nice effect.

  Four hours into her shift, her feet were killing her. She needed a break. After serving her latest table, she wandered over to the bar and found an empty stool. She didn’t have to ask for anything because before she turned to yell, the club bartender, Cam, handed her a bottled water.

  “You look beat, darling,” the tall Adonis said.

  Charlotte couldn’t get over living in Celestial. Yes, the town was fucked up worse than a whore in church on Sunday after a weekend orgy bender, begging for forgiveness, but the men and women who lived here had to be spawns from some alien planet that only produced the hottest, sexiest people on the planet. Everywhere she looked, models and drop-dead gorgeous men walked the streets of Celestial, and that was just the men. The women were, well, they weren’t her!

  Charlotte knew only standing five foot four and barely weighing a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, her hopes of walking the catwalk in fashion week was slim to none, but shit, she wished her genetic gene pool would have graced her with a little more height.

  Taking a long swig, she sighed. “My feet are killing me. Think Apollo will bitch if I was to duck out of here early?”