Rebecca Joyce

by The Sheriff's Jailbirds

  “Come on, Macie, you know you’re gonna give in. Why keep up the pretense?”

  “It’s a matter of self-preservation. I don’t want what you’re offering,” she replied, and with her head held high, she walked graciously out of the office, only to have the man yelled after her, “Well you should have thought about that last night before I had your ass chained to my sawhorse!”

  Laughing as he ducked when a rock flew by his head, he shut the office door and looked directly at her. “Forgive my outburst, my dear. She can be a handful sometimes.”

  “I can see that.” Charlotte smiled.

  “You must be Charlotte Ann Brooks. I am Matthew Jenkins. Please follow me,” he said, motioning for her to go first.

  Walking into his private office, she was shocked to find a more sunny, peaceful feeling. The room was washed in a soft pale-green color. A wall water fountain gave a serene feeling as the sounds of running water filled the room. She liked the sounds of running water. The Japanese plants and soft bamboo furniture were not what she expected, nor was the large surfboard hanging on the wall behind his desk.

  Great, he’s a surfer lawyer!

  “Please have a seat while I grab the folders. Would you like anything?” Mr. Jenkins asked.

  “A fifth of scotch,” she whispered, getting comfortable in the overstuffed chair.

  A loud booming laugh filled the small quarters. “It’s a little early for hard liquor, Charlotte. How about a soda?”

  “That will be fine.” She sulked.

  Damn, I hate this place, I hate this office, and I hate Braxton! Why the fuck am I here?

  She was alone with her thoughts for only a second or two when he returned, handing her a Pepsi.

  “So, Braxton tells me you’re good with computers. I may have a job for you, that is, if you want to help an elderly attorney.”

  “You’re not old. You can’t be more than forty,” she whispered, trying to concentrate on the conversation. She really hated this office. It was making her uncomfortable.

  “Thank you for that, my dear, but as the father of a twenty-nine-year-old daughter and the grandfather of a precocious eight-year-old granddaughter, I am indeed knocking on fifty.” Matthew smiled.

  “Could have fooled me. So what can I do for Treasure Cove’s attorney?” Charlotte asked, cutting to the chase. She didn’t mind small talk, only if it was pertinent to something interesting. This was not. Sitting in this office having small talk with the enemy, she didn’t want to know too much about him, nor did she want to get chummy.

  “Straight and to the point, I like you, Charlotte. I don’t know what Braxton has told you, but I am in a conundrum. I have my own cases that need my attention, and now with this Charter business, I seem to have overextended myself. This town has hired me to investigate a little matter that has now grown to a gargantuan degree.

  “I am looking for a computer researcher who can navigate and assimilate information without warning certain individuals that we, meaning the town, are looking for them.”

  Holding up her hand, Charlotte stopped him. “Are asking me to hack some database, to get information for you?”

  Charlotte knew she wasn’t as computer savvy as most thought. Hell, she did good to make it to the next level of Call of Duty, which was currently kicking her ass, but to do what Mr. Jenkins was asking was not only wrong but illegal. She should know. She spent eighteen months in jail for that very thing.

  “Well, not hack per se. I need help, Charlotte. This Charter affects the whole town, and if I can’t find this person and bring them to justice, then this town will soon be bankrupt.”

  “What is this Charter you keep talking about?” she asked, not believing what she was hearing, but working with computers all day long seemed too easy even for her. Wonder how much it pays?

  Charlotte sat there for the next half hour and listened to Matthew explain the foundation of the town and the workings of the Charter. She had to admit that whoever created that Charter was a freaking genius! Wow, to systematically control and distribute the money, land, oil, and water rights was methodical and creepy. Not to mention, just plain greedy.

  “So, let me get this straight. Some asshole that is probably dead, but because of his egocentric mind, created a Charter that for the last century has been making him millions, and you guys, just found out about this? But you want me to find this asshole, hack into his systems, get the information, give it to you, so you can take this asshole to court, oh, and hope Lady Justice sides in your favor?”

  “Well, yes.”

  “Are you fucking crazy! Why not hire the FBI to find this bastard, bleed him dry, and hang his balls in front of the town courthouse for all to see. I mean seriously, dude. You guys have this all backward. This fucked up asshole stole from you. Steal it back. Fuck bringing him to justice. Justice is better served with a vengeance,” she ranted, confused and a little pissed that for such a smart man, he was just plain stupid.

  * * * *

  Braxton had warned him that Charlotte was a hard pistol to swallow, but having her sitting in his office ranting passionately about a Charter that did not affect her was something to see. She was beautiful and a little rough around the edges, but smart and cunning, and just what he was looking for.

  Matthew had always considered himself a good judge of character, and when he spied her in his waiting room, he honestly didn’t know what to expect. Other than her foul mouth, she was polite and respectful. She was kind of shy at first, but warmed up quickly once she became comfortable. But most of all, he realized that Ms. Charlotte Brooks was scared and trying desperately to find her place in this world.

  Matthew had read up on her background, even investigating her himself. The adoptive daughter of a wealthy socialite and business owner, Charlotte never wanted for anything. She received good grades in school and participated in sports and even ballet. She was a typical spoiled girl. That was until she went to college and made one mistake. Of course, that mistake landed her in jail, but according to Matthew she had done her time and was punished accordingly.

  From what he read from her court transcripts, Ms. Charlotte Brooks had a smart mind, fast fingers, and the uncanny ability to slide in between the cracks of the Internet world and never get caught. He knew she would not be sitting here in front of him today if it wasn’t for her college roommate who had turned her in. That alone told him plenty. She was good at what she did, and he wanted her on this matter.

  His only concern was if she was willing to do this and what her demands were going to be. Now, he knew he was going to pay her, and hopefully someday offer her a permanent job as a legal researcher in his office, but something in the way she looked cautioned him that just maybe Charlotte Brooks was more devious and cunning than she let on.

  “Will you help us?” he asked, looking the fuming woman.

  “What’s in it for me?” she asked plainly without inflection.

  “Oh, my dear, I was hoping you weren’t going to say that,” Matthew sighed, grinning.

  “Why not? This girl has gotta eat. If you want me to find this asshole, it’s gonna cost ya.”

  “Well, let’s start with this. You will be at this office every day, Monday thru Friday, from nine to three. You will work on finding information on the town Charter, along with what other research I might need for you to find. You do this happily, and I will call your court-appointed probation officer, who, by the way, is looking for you, and have your case referred into my hands, and I will volunteer my services to see to it that you stay out of trouble.”

  Matthew smiled when the short blonde ball of fury jumped to her feet, spouting expletives of the worst kind. Her foul mouth was something Braxton was going to have to work on.

  “That’s fucking blackmail! Fuck you, asshole. I am not working for some old, crusty limp dick who can’t find some bastard who is stealing from him and this goddamn town. Fuck that! You can kiss my lily-white ass. Call my fucking probation officer. I don’t give a damn. Se
nd my ass back to jail,” she shouted, spewing filth.

  Matthew slowly stood, leaning his fists on his desk. With his calm, authoritative voice, he spoke clearly, “Sit down, Charlotte. A lady does not curse, nor does she threaten a Master in her presence.”

  * * * *

  What the fuck! They are fucking everywhere. What is it with this goddamned town?

  Charlotte shut her mouth and did as she was told. Seething, she sat looking at the now-dominant attorney before her. Gone were the kind eyes and happy attitude. He was now strong and very pissed. There was something in his demeanor that told her not to fuck with this guy. He looked worse than Braxton, and he even scared her when he got his Dom face on.

  “That’s better,” he began, sitting back down. “I will not allow you to be disrespectful in this office. This is a place of business, and you will act accordingly. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Glad to hear it. Now, would you like to work for me?” he asked.

  Charlotte was trapped and she knew it. She was damned if she did and fucked royally if she refused. Sulking, she nodded her head. She knew she should have told him that she couldn’t do what he was asking, but what harm could it do to surf the Internet looking for this man. If she found something, great, job done. Her only concern now was what happened if she didn’t find him?

  “Good. I have an office already set up for you. Of course, you can bring your own equipment in. I figured someone with your talents would prefer to use their own stuff, but if you would rather I provide the computers for you, I can do that.”

  “It’s all right. I’ll use your computer. I don’t have access to mine yet.”

  “Good. I’ll get Colleen to order you a new computer and have someone install it right away. Now, Braxton and Jordan should be heading back from Celestial soon. Till then you are more than welcome to use my office. The files you will need are here on my desk. If you need anything, just ask Colleen at the front desk. She can get you whatever you need.”

  Charlotte watched him get up and leave.

  Alone in his office, she slumped in the chair and felt like crying, only to look up when a sound startled her.

  Looking up, she stared into a face that mirrored her own.

  * * * *

  With the last box loaded, Jordan walked around the apartment with clipboard in hand, checking off everything and making sure nothing was left behind. Thanks to Braxton, who rented the large trailer and who brought some extra muscle, this move was relatively easy. The only hard part was when they entered Charlotte’s room. Jordan knew touching her babies was a death sentence, so he asked Braxton to do it.

  Of course the Dominant just smiled, already knowing he was being set up, but Jordan refused to have Charlotte bust his balls for touching her computers. So while Braxton worked on her room, he and the McDaniel brothers, Orin, Davis, and Jacks, packed and cleared the apartment in record time.

  So much had changed in the week they had spent living with the sheriff. For the first time in a long time, Jordan was happy where he was at emotionally. Braxton was slow going at first but eventually had no problem showing his attention. His favorite time was when the evening news was on. Braxton would sit next to him, and together they would watch the news holding hands. The little kisses and soft looks were a nice touch, too, but the sleeping arrangements were a bitch.

  Neither of them had a big enough bed to hold all three of them, so while they began in Braxton’s queen-sized bed, fucking, by morning Jordan and Braxton were left alone while Charlotte vacated to the couch.

  Jordan was starting to worry. Lately, Charlotte would leave right after having sex instead of staying and cuddling. Something was up with her. Jordan had his suspicions, but only time would tell. There were too many occurrences where she was concerned. Add in her erratic behavior, and well, her little idiosyncrasies were adding up. In the mean time, he and Braxton had ordered a California King, and it was supposed to be delivered this weekend.

  “Well, Jordan, that’s the last box. If you and Braxton don’t mind, me and my brothers are gonna head on out. We’ll take the trailer. That way you and Brax can have some time together,” Orin McDaniel offered, walking toward the door.

  “I’d appreciate that. Thank you, and tell your brothers beer is on me the next time.”

  “You know something, Jordan”—the tall cowboy stopped, looking him in the eye—“a bunch of us were worried when we heard Braxton had found his better halves. We all grew up together, and, well Braxton may have been the high school quarterback and popular, but he never really showed any emotion. We all thought when his dad died he would open up, but he never did. But seeing you with him, well, I just want to be the first to say, you’re good for him. Braxton is lucky to have you.”

  Jordan didn’t know what to say. He was shocked and a little embarrassed.

  “Thank you.”

  “We’ve all know for a while now Braxton swings both ways. Not that we all care. Hell, there are some pretty dynamic couplings in Treasure Cove, but for someone like Braxton, it took a lot for him to admit what he really was, though, I don’t really think he really did admit it yet, but I heard through the grapevine he claimed ya’ll pretty loud and clear.” Orin grinned, and Jordan knew then that word had spread from Celestial of that day.

  “Guess he was rather loud about it, wasn’t he?” Jordan smiled.

  “Loud, hell, that was me just claiming what was mine,” Braxton said, coming up behind him and placing his hand on his shoulder. When Jordan looked into his eyes, they were full of laughter and something else. Love?

  Could this handsome sheriff be falling in love with him?

  God he hoped so, because from their first encounter, Jordan was head over heels.

  “Never knew Braxton to beat around the bush. Now, that hellcat you both have, well she is something else. If you ever need help, you know where to find me.” Orin smiled and ducked out as Braxton lunged for him.

  “You stay away from Charlotte, you asshole, and I will overlook those wild parties you have out at that ranch of yours,” Braxton yelled after his friend.

  “Ha, can’t wait to have Charlie out there. You, too, Jordan! See ya’ll back at the Cove,” Orin shouted as he drove away.

  “I like him,” Jordan said, coming up behind Braxton and wrapping his arms around his waist.

  “He’s a good guy. If you ever need anything and I’m not around, you can count on Orin to have your back. Same with his brothers,” Braxton told him.

  “When do we have to head back?” Jordan asked, kissing the side of Braxton’s neck. He loved the way Braxton’s head fell back, granting him better access. It was endearing and fucking hot as hell. Jordan could already fell his heartbeat pick up, and when his hands slowly moved down his waist, Braxton’s hard cock was already straining against his slacks.

  “We have a couple of minutes,” Braxton moaned.

  “That’s all we need.”

  Quickly shedding their clothes, there were standing face-to-face, naked, rubbing and stoking each other’s cocks.

  Braxton turned Jordan into his arms, kissing him hard, forcing his tongue into his mouth. He tasted like peppermint and sin. Kissing his way down he sucked each of his nipples, biting them gently before working his way back up then nibbling at one earlobe.

  “This is gonna be fast, baby,” Braxton said, pushing Jordan to his knees.

  Braxton watched as Jordan grabbed his dick and kissed it gently, licking the head of it. Sucking his balls into his mouth, Braxton groaned.

  Smiling, Jordan gave Braxton a devilish grin as he pushed his legs wider. Jordan’s hot hands pushed his ass cheeks apart, and he felt the wetness of his tongue as he probed his asshole.

  “Oh fuck, baby. Yeah, that’s it. Lick my ass,” Braxton groaned, threading his hands in a bushel of blond curls.

  Braxton moaned, feeling his orgasm boiling within him. He’d never felt such an incredible feeling in his entire life. Jordan’s hand grabbed his ba
lls and played with them, and he felt a sudden pinch of pain as he squeezed his balls hard. “Hold off, lover. I want you to come with me as I stick my cock in your ass,” Jordan said as his tongue penetrated his ass.

  “Then fucking hurry up, cause you’re killing me!” Braxton shouted, trying to hold off his ejaculation.

  Jordan stopped sucking on his ass and got on his feet.

  “Suck my big cock, lover,” he ordered. “Wet it real good.”

  Braxton kneeled before him as Jordan pushed his cock past his lips. He was surprised how warm it was and how soft the head felt against his mouth. Accepting the hot cock and enjoying the way it glided in and out of his mouth, Braxton hungrily sucked him, tasting Jordan’s salty pre-cum on his tongue.

  “Enough. I want your ass on all fours, lover. My turn to fuck that ass,” Jordan ordered, taut with tension. Braxton turned, sticking his ass in the air, waiting for the burn as Jordan slid his cock deep.

  “Lick my ass, baby,” he moaned. “Make me squirm for you.

  Jordan didn't hesitate at all. Caught up in the sexual heat between them, they both ignored the buzzing that filled the room.

  Jordan spread his cheeks with hands and saw his pink rosebud quivering, surrounded by dark curls. Pushing his tongue deep, he licked, only to have Braxton start moving his ass back and forth. Jordan heard Braxton breathing hard.

  Jordan covered Braxton as he pushed the head of his cock against his tight hole. Giving no resistance, Jordan slid in and groaned, “Oh fuck, lover!”

  Braxton actually heard the popping sound as Jordan’s huge mushroom head pushed past his sphincter muscle. He felt a quick pain, and he relaxed, allowing him entrance.

  “I'm not hurting you, am I, love?” Jordan whispered softly.

  “Just fuck me now, damn it!” Braxton groaned.

  When Jordan slowly began to slide his monster cock into him, the pain subsided as the most incredible sensations he’d ever experienced began swamping his body. The pleasure took over. Only Jordan’s dick fucking his ass remained.