by Scott Wylder
CHAPTER FOUR
Edgar
“I will,” I said and stepped out of the crowd.
Yes, she was shocked to see me and it was what I had been expecting. Minutes ago, I had had the same expression on my face, after I saw her walking out of the animal store with a friend. Who would’ve known I’d be seeing Sally Potter so soon?
I trailed her up until the time the woman with her walked back into the shop and she was picked out by the fortune teller. I wasn’t a fan of supposedly magical stuff like that, but a part of me wanted to see how this would end, and what her expression would be when I volunteered to read her cards.
“Oh, alright, come over here and take these cards,” the fortune-teller asked. As I approached, though, the fortune teller suddenly recoiled, her eyes bulging with sheer fear.
“Cop!” She hissed. “This is over. I didn’t do anything.”
Damn it! The woman had seen my badge. It was hooked to my belt and, somehow, my coat had not hidden it.
“It’s fine. I’m not here to arrest anyone,” I tried to tell her.
The fortune-teller packed up her things and walked away briskly, not daring to look over her shoulder. The crowd started to disperse and I caught several glares from them. Apparently, they were not happy that I had rained on their parade.
Sally Potter was still sitting there. Her gaze refused to leave my face.
“Sorry, I had to ruin that,” I said.
“Wow, you scared the shit out of her. I wonder what’s she is hiding.”
“Lies. Always lies. They lie all the time,” I answered. “But, I can’t arrest her just for defrauding people about their future.”
Sally rose to her feet. “Yeah, I don’t believe in it, either.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Really? Looks to me as if you wanted to know your future, especially about some man.”
She began to say something but thought about it and then kept quiet. Her cheeks were red again. Was I making her uncomfortable?
“Uh, before you think I’m stalking you, I was heading back to the station and saw you walking out of that shop,” I said.
Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. She chuckled once and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“Then you must be a rancher?”
“Not really. My brother owns the ranch. I’m supervising it in his absence, although I do own a small ranch, just on the outskirts of town.”
“Oh, nice,” she nodded. “I actually came here with a friend. She left something behind and she’s taking awfully long to get it.”
“Maybe we should go check on her. Want me to walk you?”
She glanced at me briefly. “Thanks.”
As we walked towards the animal store, Sally tried not to look at me as much as possible. I had no idea why she was behaving so shyly. Then surprisingly, she began to laugh but I heard nervousness in it.
“What’s funny?” I asked,
“I was just thinking about that card-reading bullshit.”
I shrugged. “I would have loved to hear what she had to say.”
“Yeah, that was a huge mistake,” she insisted.
“You wouldn’t have known I was there.”
“True,” she agreed.
We were silent then, until she said, “You didn’t tell me you were a cop.”
“A detective, actually. That day at the reception, I wasn’t even supposed to be working but I was after a suspect. Hence, my appearance in the restroom.”
“So, you’re not married?”
I chuckled once. “Actually, I lied about that. I’m not married. Am I forgiven?”
“I had my doubts. No wedding ring and I don’t think following your wife into the restroom is something you would do.”
“Oh, Miss Potter, you seem to know me well.”
“Did you find the suspect?”
“She’s smart. I believe she knew I was after her and went to the male restroom instead.”
“My mom was a police officer, but we didn’t really like her job. She’d come home talking about bad guys she’d arrested and my father thought it was too dangerous for her.”
“Every career is dangerous, Sally. Even keeping a ranch doesn’t mean you’re safe. I fell off a horse last year and broke my leg. I’m glad I’m still able to walk.”
Sally was nodding. “Maybe you’re right. I’ve been having trouble with petty thieves lately. They keep stealing eggs and they once stole a calf.”
I gave her a look of concern. “You should report that. You have, haven’t you?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Marcus is going to be back soon from England and I believe he’s got a solution.”
“Marcus is your brother?”
“Yes, he is.”
Just as I went to ask her another question, her friend walked out of the store. She appeared surprised to see me with Sally.
“Who’s your friend, Sally?”
Sally seemed hesitant to reply but then she mumbled, “This is Edgar.”
The woman gasped. “The Edgar?”
Confused, I turned to look at Sally, who got busy, staring elsewhere. Her friend knew about me although that shouldn’t have surprised me. Sally must have told her about the toilet incident.
“Well, let me introduce myself properly,” I said to her friend and extended a hand for a shake. “I’m Edgar Walton.”
“You’re a cop,” her friend was staring at my badge. “I didn’t know that. I’m Dana Mitchell, by the way.”
“Nice meeting you, Dana.”
“Uh, we’ve got to go. It was nice talking with you, Edgar,” Sally suddenly said and began to pull Dana away. The woman was interested in talking to me some more, but Sally obviously didn’t want that.
“Sally,” I called before they left.
“Yes?” she answered, still nervous.
“There is a horse race at my ranch tomorrow. I’d like you to come.”
She glanced at Dana. The woman shrugged as though telling her what to say.
When Sally looked back at me, she was smiling. “Sure. I’ll be there. Just tell me where your ranch is.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Sally
Bruce Weller came to my ranch house the next day and I was sort of excited to see him.
We hadn’t spoken since he had stood me up at the reception, and I thought he didn’t want to have anything to do with me again. I was wrong.
Bruce smiled at me as he dusted off his boots on my doorstep and stepped inside, taking in the messy sight of my sitting room.
“What happened here? World War Two?” he asked jokingly.
I nudged him in the ribs. “Come on, help me clean and help me on the ranch.”
We acted as if nothing had happened on Mara’s wedding day. That was what our relationship was all about, overlooking the offences and focusing on the sex - or in this case, what Bruce could do for me on the ranch.
He was a big man, so he didn’t have issues carrying the buckets of water I used to wash the stables. I needed to fix the water pipes in my house too, but there was no way I could afford it. Marcus was very cheap when it came to money. He stupidly wouldn’t spend money on things that could be managed alone.
“This ranch is going to fall down one day,” I had warned him.
“It’s my ranch, Sally. Leave it,” the strong-headed Marcus had replied.
“It’s so hot!” Bruce complained as he took off his cowboy hat and wiped his forehead with a single finger.
I couldn’t stop staring at his sturdy figure, the sweat rolling down his abs and dropping onto his crotch. He must have caught me staring at him, because he gave me a seductive grin. There was a reason he was perfect for me and it was because he knew how to fuck so well.
However, today, strangely enough, I wasn’t horny around him. I stared at his body but I felt nothing. I wasn’t even seeing Bruce’s face. I imagined Edgar with me on the ranch, shirtless, and leering at me as I crossed to kiss him, so he would hold me close.
“Sally,” Bruce was saying. “I need something to drink.”
“Come on. I’ve got water in the fridge,” I told him.
“Water?” Bruce chuckled. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Fine. I’ve got beer.”
After Bruce had downed a bottle of beer and I had finished cleaning the kitchen, he moved close to me and planted a kiss on the nape of my neck.
“You know, we never got to fuck that night. I’m here, Sally, and I’m sorry that I was busy,” he said.
Oh, Bruce was apologizing? I’d told him several times not to apologize, whenever he broke his promises to have sex with me. Somehow, it made me feel cheap as if I was his puppet and only cared about his huge cock. Damn! Our relationship was based on sex. Why was I having second thoughts now? Why was Bruce’s touch not filling me with the usual sensations it did?
Edgar.
“So, what do we say we do it now?” Bruce was still saying. “Right here. I’ll do it any way you want it.”
His hands were now squeezing my butt cheeks, and pulling up my skirt. I closed my eyes and let him caress me, trying hard to revive the delight, but nothing happened, even when his tongue flicked over a nipple.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered.
It was the only way I could pretend I was enjoying it. If I showed him that I wasn’t, Bruce would start asking questions and I didn’t want to tell him about Edgar. I needed to be with Edgar right now.
Bruce placed me on the kitchen counter and spread my legs apart, pulling my panties sideways so he could suck my pussy. Even then, I couldn’t drive the thoughts of Edgar from my mind. Why was I thinking about him today? What was so important…?
Shit! The horse racing!
“Bruce,” I said and lifted his head from my vagina. “I have to go somewhere.”
He was utterly surprised. How was it possible that I was interrupting his foreplay, because I needed to be somewhere else? It was so unusual for me!
“What?”
I got down from the counter. “I’m sorry but I have to go.”
“What are you talking about, Sally? Not now!” he groaned.
I could see his bulge and, in normal circumstances, would have reached for it, so I could stroke him but I wasn’t myself, not anymore, not after Edgar Walton had walked into my life.
“I am really sorry, but we can do this, another day?” I asked.
“Fuck you, Sally, fuck you!” Bruce yelled, put on his shirt, and walked out of my house.
Deep down, I wanted to run after him and ask him to forgive me, but what was the point? What we had had never been real. I wasn’t in love with him and I didn’t believe I would ever meet the right one for me.
Yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about Edgar and it scared me that I had no idea why.
CHAPTER SIX
Edgar
I laced my fingers through her hair, and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. Sally moaned with her eyes closed, her cuffed hands itching to touch me.
I could tell she was ready for me to fuck her. We’ve been doing this for weeks now and every time, Sally enjoyed being my princess. She did everything I wanted, begged for more, and - of course, I was ready to give her.
“You want to be dirty, princess?”
She flung her eyes open and seductively bit her bottom lip. “Yes, Daddy. Make me good.”
I kissed her again; making sure it was longer this time. My tongue savored her, tasting her as if she was the sweetest thing in the world. As my tongue got lost in her mouth, my fingers found her pussy and stroked her gently, feeling her warmth tickling me. She was tight when I slipped my fingers inside, and it was my duty to make her wet. It was my duty to make her scream my name even before I fucked her.
“Yes, Daddy,” Sally broke the kiss to whisper, sighing loudly as I continued to finger her.
She was my tender rose, a precious flower I had no plans to destroy. More importantly, I was playing her sweet Daddy tonight, punishing her for being naughty although it was all an act.
For all this time, we had only fucked. I didn’t know how to tell Sally I enjoyed being with her without making it sound as if I wanted a commitment. She had explicitly stated that she liked me and wanted a man to make her feel good. I was that man.
So, Sally asked me to be her Daddy during sex. It was the style of fucking she loved; BDSM. Considering I was several years older than she was, I fit that role perfectly. Still, I wanted more with Sally. I wanted to tell her that I was in love with her and maybe we could take this sexual relationship a step higher.
“Don’t stop,” she continued to say, her hips digging into mine as the fingering intensified.
I wasn’t planning to stop. I wanted to do this all day, but where was the fun in BDSM? I needed to make every night of our sex memorable.
I stopped fingering her and Sally bared her teeth at me. Apparently, she was nearing orgasm and I had stopped too abruptly. I smiled and brought my tongue to her vagina, flicking a tongue over her clit. She yelped and bit her moans back, quivering with genuine delight.
“I don’t like naughty girls, princess, and I’m going to teach you a lesson.”
I stood up from her and reached for the whip, trailing it along her skin until I got to her breasts. Her nipples were erect, revealing her expectancy of being banged. I gently whipped her tits, enjoying the look on her face. It told me that she loved it.
“Daddy, make me feel so good.”
“That’s my plan, honey.”
After I had stimulated her with the whip, I brought out my cock so she could suck it. As I rubbed my erect dick all over her face, Sally laughed like a playful kid with her favorite toy. Then I slipped it into her mouth, so she had my full length working the inside of it.
She was good, excellent and I have loved Sally because of that. Maybe telling her about my feelings could wait. Tonight, it was all about what we could do to our bodies. Sally continued to suck me, slurping her spit over my dick. I groaned and threw my head back, letting the pleasure overwhelm me.
“Yes, baby, yes.” the words slipped out of my mouth.
By the time Sally was done sucking me, I was ready to fuck her till it was daylight. I spread her legs apart, did a quick flip of my tongue over her pussy hole, and gently slid into her. She was so goddamned wet! I slid out again and watched her reaction, one that came from the monstrous size of my dick in her. I went in again, sure that she would always remember how I made an entrance. I took out my penis again and grinned when Sally begged me to fuck her already.
“I do this for naughty girls. You’ll take my cock when I want you to.”
I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it for long. Heck! Sally did things to me than no other Texas girl could do. I mean, I have spent enough time as a police officer who gets women because of my job. I even slept with the sheriff’s wife and that was because her husband was a fat douchebag and she wanted a hot cop like me. Sally was different. I didn’t need to be with other girls, before I knew I wanted her.
When I slid in the next time, I didn’t pull out. Instead, I increased my pace until I was dominating the walls of her pussy. It was magnificent, the feeling of having my woman in my arms, fucking her while I tried to hold back my own groans, and watching her beautiful face look up at me, her sexy moans not far from her lips.
By the time the orgasm finally got a hold of me, Sally was calling my name, as well. I uncuffed her and she let me wrap my arms around her sweaty body as we stared at the wooden ceiling of my ranch house.
“That was amazing,” she said.
“I’m amazing.”
My phone rang, but I ignored it. I didn’t want anyone interrupting our night. We still had more rounds to go.
When it rang for the third time, Sally said, “I think you should pick that.”
I grumbled and reached for the phone. It was my aunt. Why was she calling me? I rarely talked to any of my family members and so, a call from her meant something was up.
Afte
r she relayed her rather shocking message to me, I turned to Sally and said, “That was my aunt. I have to go to Colorado.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sally
I was dating the son of the richest rancher in Colorado. Edgar had refused to tell me anything about his family, and I had learned to live with that until that night, when he told me he had to go to Colorado.
“What? What do you mean?” I had asked.
He stared at me for a while before answering, “It’s my father. He’s died. My aunt wants me home, so we can arrange the funeral.”
I didn’t say anything. It was sad to hear of the death of his father, but the expression on his face made me think he didn’t care. What was Edgar hiding from me?
It wasn’t my job to ask questions, but if we were going to be in a relationship, I needed to know more about him. I wondered if that would make me a hypocrite. I was the one who had told Edgar we shouldn’t be that invested in this relationship and he had seemed okay with it. But lately, I figured that Edgar was more than a sex partner to me. He made me feel like a different person, as if I was suddenly swimming in an ocean of love and couldn’t control myself.
Dana said I was in love, but I chose not to believe her. Was it possible that Sally Potter had finally found a man she couldn’t stop thinking about. How convenient would it be if Edgar let me know his feelings? I didn’t want to be the first to say it. What if I was wrong? What if he wasn’t the right person for me, and he had not even a teensy bit of love for me? Just as I had been to Bruce; I was merely a girl he enjoyed fucking.
“I’ll be leaving in three days,” Edgar said as he got up from the bed and slipped into his trousers.
“I… this is all so sudden. I’m sorry about your father’s death. Don’t get me wrong, but would it sound selfish if I say I don’t want you to go?”
Edgar just smiled.
“Yes, it sounds selfish,” I answered my own question.
“I didn’t really like the old man, so this is merely a family duty I must do.”
“Sorry? You didn’t like your father?”
