Mr. Sheriff - A Cop Romance (Mr Series - Book #7)

by Ivy Jordan

  “I saw your little piggy’s truck in the driveway last weekend,” he scoffed.

  I should’ve known one of his little spies would’ve been watching.

  “You stalking me now?” I asked, giving him a warning look.

  “I don’t need to stalk you. I figured you’d give it up to get yourself outta trouble,” he snarled. “Gotta keep em’ close enough to get away with assault,” he chuckled.

  I couldn’t imagine what I’d seen in him. He wasn’t what I’d consider good looking, at least not now. He was in great shape, but his muscles were becoming more of a disfigurement than a flattering asset, and his eyes were filled with anger and hate. “Greg, you need to leave before I call the cops,” I warned. “You were the one who assaulted me, and my bruises proved that,” I added, turning to walk towards my driver’s door.

  It was the first time—well, second time—that I’d been afraid of Greg. With my back turned on him, there was a nagging feeling that he’d lunge for me, or grab me by my ponytail before I got into my car, but he didn’t. I watched him walk away toward his truck as I sat in the driver’s seat, staring into the rearview mirror. He was just jealous, not dangerous. Whatever that was at the house when Carter had saved the day, it was over, never to happen again.

  I was still shaken as I continued to convince myself that Greg wasn’t a threat when my phone rang, startling me. It was Carter, just a little late to interrupt my encounter with Greg.

  I slid my thumb across the screen to answer, excited that he was calling. Maybe he wanted to make plans, I thought. Man, what I wouldn’t do to be in his strong arms where my world felt safe.

  “Hello,” I answered, my voice still a little shaken.

  “Hey there, everything okay?” he asked.

  “Yes. You’re just a few minutes late,” I chuckled nervously.

  “Late? For what?” he asked.

  “I just saw Greg as I left the store,” I explained.

  “Did he approach you?” he questioned.

  “Yeah. He was pretty nasty, too, but I reminded him of the restraining order, and he left,” I stated, leaving out the part where he scoffed at the paper.

  “I can call it in, have him picked up,” Carter said, his voice strong with authority.

  “That’s not necessary. Why add fuel to the fire?” I replied calmly.

  “Are you sure?” he pushed.

  “I am.”

  “I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch much this week. My schedule’s been a bear, and I haven’t known my hours from day to day,” he apologized.

  I was relieved that he had a good excuse. The fear that my rejection had scared him off, or that he was only interested in getting into my pants, had been making me sick.

  “It’s been hectic here, too,” I said, calming down from my encounter with Greg.

  “Well, they finally gave me a night off,” he said.

  I could almost hear his smile through the phone. “Oh, yeah?” I flirted.

  “Oh, yeah. And I would love to spend it with you. I know it’s short notice; if you’re busy, I understand,” he said quickly.

  His words warmed my heart, and my crotch, making me squirm in my seat.

  “No. I’d love to see you,” I agreed.

  “Great. I was afraid you were mad at me for coming on so strong,” he admitted.

  I laughed. “Not at all,” I replied, omitting the part where I feared my rejection upset him.

  “Why don’t I bring you dinner? I really don’t want you at home alone tonight,” he suggested.

  I paused, hesitating to answer.

  “Is something wrong?” he asked.

  Dating a cop wasn’t going to be easy. It seemed his senses were keen, and hiding my anxiety wasn’t going to happen. I sighed.

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I admitted.

  “Did you want to go out?” he asked.

  I was sore from work, and going out didn’t seem appealing. I wanted to stay in, to snuggle on the couch and finish where we’d left off, but knowing Greg had spies watching my every move left me uneasy.

  “No. I would love to stay in. It’s just, well, Greg mentioned your truck, so either he or his buddies that live next to me are watching my house,” I groaned.

  “Naomi, you really need to let me do my job. He’s crossing the line here, watching you, or having you watched,” he insisted.

  “I really don’t want to stir him up. I think it’d be easier if ignored,” I pleaded.

  “I’ll respect your wishes, but just know that if he approaches you again, I’m doing things my way,” he warned.

  A chill of excitement rolled down my spine as he spoke with such conviction. “Yes, sir,” I teased.

  “Would you like to come here?” he asked.

  “Oh, I get to see Officer Reynolds’ bachelor pad; are you sure you want me to see that?” I teased playfully.

  “I’ll cover the mirrored walls with sheets, and take down the strobe lights,” he laughed.

  “I thought you were only twenty-seven?” I laughed.

  “I’m an old school playa’,” he said in an oddly sexy voice.

  “What time should I arrive?” I asked.

  “Come now. I don’t want you running into Meathead at home,” he insisted.

  I sighed. “I have groceries in the backseat,” I complained.

  “So? I have a fridge. Since I’m a bachelor, there’s plenty of room once I throw out the empty pizza boxes and drink the last beer,” he teased.

  “I look a mess,” I continued to find excuses.

  “Messier than the day we met?” he laughed.

  “I guess not that messy,” I smiled.

  “I’ll shoot you the text, and see you in about ten minutes,” he said.

  “Okay,” I agreed.

  “Naomi?” he added softly.

  “Yes?”

  “I’m really glad you aren’t mad at me,” he said.

  “I don’t think I could ever be mad at you,” I said, and then hung up the phone.

  A few seconds later, his directions came through in a text. I recognized the street. It was near the beach, and in a pretty decent neighborhood. It wasn’t upscale, right on the sand, but a little ritzier than where I lived. My nerves were rattled as I pulled out of the parking lot and headed his way. I hadn’t had time to primp, or pluck. What if tonight was the night?

  Chapter Five

  I pulled into Carter’s drive, parking next to his truck. His house was one of the smallest on the block, but still had a great view of the beach. I got out of my car, and before I could open the backdoor, Carter was outside, ready to help. “Let me get those,” he said, leaning in to give me a quick kiss on the cheek.

  He reached into the backseat, grabbed my two small bags of groceries, and walked with me to his front door.

  Inside, the entry was decorated with pictures of small kids, a boy and a girl. “That’s my niece and nephew, the loves of my life,” he told me as we entered.

  The furniture was new, modern, and situated so you could view the large stone fireplace. No TV.

  A granite countertop wrapped around the kitchen, open to the dining area, and a large window offered a slight view of the ocean. “This is amazing,” I gasped.

  “I had a hell of a time taking up the shag carpet and tearing down the Playboy bunny wallpaper before you got here,” he teased.

  “Wow, you’re really sixty, aren’t you?” I laughed.

  The kitchen was a dream. An island in the center offered an induction cooktop, a sink, and large wooden carving station. The outside wall was mostly windows, all providing different views of the beautiful beach across the street. “If I could just tear down that one house,” Carter said, glaring out the window at a large three-story that blocked the better part of his view.

  “I guess you could build up,” I suggested.

  “I thought about it. Maybe when I have kids,” he said without hesitating.

  I was a little shocked to hear him
mention kids. That was something most men I’d met in their twenties refused to think about. “You want kids?” I asked carefully.

  “Of course; don’t you?” he asked.

  I smiled. “Yes.”

  “Shew,” he swiped his hand across his forehead dramatically. “Glad that topic’s handled,” he laughed.

  “Not really. How many?” I asked, deciding to push the topic a bit further.

  “Four,” he said, again without hesitation.

  “Wow. I would love four,” I said.

  “But only if there is a set of twins,” we both said at the same time.

  “Damn, I knew you were perfect,” he growled, wrapping his hands around my waist and pulling me in close.

  His lips teased mine, so close I could almost taste them, but not close enough to touch.

  Our eyes locked, and for a moment, it felt as though our minds, hearts, and souls were in sync.

  “I’ve missed you,” he whispered.

  “You’ve seen me almost every day,” I giggled as my cheeks blushed pink.

  “Yeah, for a nano-second. I missed holding you,” he corrected himself.

  “I have to admit, I was afraid that you’d lost interest when I backed out of our make-out session,” I said softly.

  His lips pressed into mine, gently working his tongue into my mouth, and kissing me with as much passion as our first. He slowly pulled back, leaving my weak in the knees and a little dizzy. “It’ll just be that much better that we waited,” he whispered.

  My body melted into his arms as my head snuggled into his chest. A long sigh escaped my lips as his hand caressed my back.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  “No,” I lied.

  “Do you want a drink?” he asked.

  “Not really,” I replied, looking up at him with my ‘kiss me’ eyes.

  “What would you like to do?” he asked playfully.

  “I’d like to quit waiting,” I flirted.

  “Hot damn, that’s exactly what I wanted to do,” he said with a large grin on his face.

  “Let’s get a drink and go upstairs to the hot tub,” he suggested, grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses from the counter.

  “I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” I whined.

  “I was hoping you hadn’t,” he winked, and motioned for me to follow him up the spiral staircase.

  The entire upper level was his master suite. The carpet was so plush, my sandals sunk into it, letting my toes get tickled by the silky fibers. A large bed was situated in the center of the room, near a big window that took up the entire wall. He grinned over his shoulder as I stood there with my mouth hanging open. “This is amazing,” I said, when I really wanted to say, “How can you afford this on a cop’s salary?”

  “Ladies first,” he said, pushing open a set of large French doors that led to a beautiful deck.

  I stepped out, feeling the ocean breeze cool against my skin. Carter set the glasses and bottle of wine down on a small table near the hot tub, and proceeded to uncork the alcohol and then pour us each a full glass.

  He leaned over, turned on the jets to the tub, and then swished his hand around to check the temperature. “Perfect,” he said.

  I blushed. “What if someone sees?” I asked.

  He laughed. “Then I guess they’ll call the cops and I’ll have to arrest you for real, this time.”

  I looked around, realizing the deck was offset in a way that was pretty private. “No one will see,” he promised.

  “You will,” I sighed, suddenly worried about undressing in front of him.

  “I’ll turn away. You get undressed and get under the bubbles. I won’t see a thing,” he said convincingly as he covered his eyes, peeking through his fingers with a wide grin before turning around.

  I looked around once more, ensuring it was private enough to quickly undress and not be noticed by any neighbors. Carter was true to his word, keeping his back turned while I slipped out of my yoga pants, panties, and tank top. The water was hot as I took my first step into the tub, causing me to delay my quick retreat to the water like I’d planned. “Are you in?” he asked.

  I walked in, sunk into the hot water, and told him it was safe to turn around.

  “Damn, you’re gorgeous,” he sighed. “Turn around,” he ordered playfully.

  I did as he said, and then moments later felt him enter the water next to me.

  He leaned forward, grabbing our drinks, handing me one as he snuggled in next to me.

  “This really is beautiful,” I said softly, gazing out at the ocean.

  “You’re truly beautiful,” he whispered in my ear, and then his lips pressed against my shoulder.

  The sensation between my legs was growing into a wild ache as his lips wandered around my smooth skin. I set my drink down, lifted his chin with my hand, and brought his mouth to mine for a passionate kiss.

  Water swirled around my body, tickling me in places I didn’t know could be tickled. Our tongues entangled as our bodies pushed together, feeling the bareness of our skin touch for the first time. It was sensual, erotic, and being outside, somewhat naughty.

  Carter’s hands brushed back my hair, and then lowered to my shoulders. His eyes stared into mine with an intensity that made me want him with everything I had in me. “Let me pleasure you while you enjoy your wine,” he whispered, reaching behind me to grab my glass.

  I took the glass as he handed it to me, not sure of what he had planned, but excited to find out.

  His smile was wickedly delicious, and his eyes seductively intoxicating. I nodded, knowing I was blushing, but ready for what was to come.

  He slowly lowered his hands into the water, letting them settle at my hips. He caressed me, squeezing me gently with the motion of the water, and then worked his way to my breasts. “Sip,” he insisted.

  I did as I was told.

  His hands cupped my breasts, massaging them as his thumbs teased my tight nipples with small flicks. “Close your eyes,” he insisted.

  It was awkward at first. But, once they were closed, my body relaxed and it became difficult to determine what were the jets, his mouth, or his hands.

  My nipples sucked into his lips, his teeth gently tugging at them to pull them from the warmth of the water. The cool air was wildly sensual, and then the anticipation of the warmth of his mouth covering them was erotically delightful.

  My legs parted, letting the jets blast against my hungry pussy. Carter’s hands caressed my legs, working my flesh away from my inner thighs, pulling my swollen pussy lips apart.

  His mouth was on my neck, sucking, licking, and kissing, and then on my lips. I was lost in the moment, drunk with desire as moans rolled from my lips, and sighs poured from my throat.

  My body rolled towards him, my legs opening wide enough for his hand to slide between them to the spot that now ached for attention. His fingers slid between my labia, spreading me open wide as another teased my clit with circular motions.

  “I want to watch you come,” he whispered, sliding a single finger into my slippery cunt.

  He worked it in and out slowly, my hips rocking in the same motion, begging for more. His hard cock pressed against my leg, my hand immediately sinking into the water to grasp it.

  Soft strokes up and down his thick shaft brought a growl from his throat, and brought me closer to orgasm just knowing he was pleased.

  Another finger slid inside of me, fucking me with the same steady rhythm. His mouth wrapped around my left breast, sucking it into the warmth of his cheeks, letting his tongue tease my nipple as he continued to fuck me with his long, thick fingers.

  I was close, real close, and Carter quickly pulled his fingers from inside of me, and his mouth from my breast. “Don’t open your eyes,” he ordered.

  I obliged, even though I was dying to know why he stopped.

  His hands gripped my hips, moving me in the same motion he had been fucking me with his hand, slowly, steady, and upwards towards the surface o
f the water.

  “Lean back, and let your body float to me,” he whispered.

  My arms gripped the side of the tub and my back pressed against it. I let him continue his rocking until I felt the cold ocean air between my legs. He parted my legs, and then my labia, again opening me wide, but this time I knew he was able to see my most intimate parts.

  Warm breath pushed onto my cunt, warming it, tickling it, and causing it to throb. His fingers slid just between my pussy lips, teasing my entrance with only slight penetration, even when I pushed towards his hand.

  “I could come just watching you, looking at you,” he said softly.

  His finger slid inside of my cunt, slowly, but deep. He didn’t move it, didn’t fuck me, and ordered me to hold still. The warmth of his mouth covered my clit, and his lips sucked it in, tugging it away from my body as my cunt began to throb around his finger.

  Moans rolled from my lips as they trembled wildly, and my heart raced with excitement as my orgasm unleashed, unseen by me, into the openness of the outdoors.

  Carter lowered me into the water slowly, pulling his finger from inside of me once the throbbing subsided. It was by far the best orgasm I’d ever experienced, and I couldn’t wait for more.

  “How was that?” he asked, gripping his wine glass and chugging it down.

  I could barely speak. I just nodded and mumbled something that sounded like gibberish as he smiled.

  He stood from the water, setting his glass down on the table, and extended his hand to me. My eyes lingered on his hard cock, standing at attention just inches from my mouth. I wanted to taste him, to please him the way he’d pleased me, but it was obvious he had other plans.

  “Come with me,” he whispered.

  I stood from the water, taking his hand and seeing his eyes as they gazed upon my nude body for the first time. I knew he’d seen me, all of me, but there was something so sensual about the way his eyes danced along my curves while still maintaining contact with mine.

  He wrapped me in a large towel, drying me gently before grabbing one for himself.

  I let him guide me to the bed, where he slowly pushed me to my back.

  His hands gripped my legs, just at my thighs, and pulled my ass to the edge of the mattress where his cock was waiting.