by Miley Maine
I circled my finger over her entrance, finding it already slick.
“You were telling the truth. You are wet.” I plunged one finger into her willing body, savoring the evidence of her arousal. An eager partner was a huge turn on for me.
“Yes,” she moaned. “I’m ready for you.”
Unable to hold off another minute, I lifted her into my arms and carried her up the stairs to my bedroom.
Once we were in my room, I laid her down on my bed. I’d already removed her bra, so now she wore only her panties, and the fitted red top. Under the fabric of her shirt, I could see her round breasts, and her tight nipples. “Every day that you’ve been here, I’ve watched you moving through my house, and I’ve thought about this moment.”
She stretched her arms over her head and gave me a sultry smile. “Every day?”
“Yes.” I stripped those flowy pants off of her long legs and tossed them on the floor. “It’s been five long days of watching you.” Her panties were black, and lacy. They looked just as expensive as the rest of her belongings.
She arched her back, showing off her breasts even more. “I’ll have to keep that in mind,” she said.
The red top looked really good on her, with her black hair and dark eyes. But I needed it off of her. I tugged it off, and tossed it to the floor too. Now I could get my hands and my mouth on her bare breasts. “You like me watching you?”
“Yes, I do.”
I crawled on top of her and lowered my mouth to her breast. I flicked my tongue over her nipple, and she writhed against me.
She gripped my hair and pulled. “Tyler.”
With one hand, I squeezed and kneaded one breast, while my tongue worked over the other one. Beneath me, Ava bucked her hips against me. Inside my jeans, my cock throbbed. I rocked my hips against her, rubbing my erection between her legs.
Her little pussy was still hidden from me, covered by her lacy black panties. She rocked back against me, rubbing her body against mine, creating so much friction that I could easily come in my pants.
I wasn’t going to waste my release by coming in my pants like a teenager. I lifted my hips off of hers, and sat back on my knees.
Stretched out in front of me, she was a sight. Her golden skin was glowing. Her dark hair was fanned all around her on the bed. Her hips shifted restless, seeking contact.
“Let’s get these panties off of you,” I said. I grabbed the edges of the fabric and pulled them off.
Now she lay naked in front of me. “Open your legs,” I said.
She spread her legs just as I asked, even as her cheeks flushed red. “Like what you see?” she asked.
Her pink pussy was smooth. She’d obviously waxed at some point, and her folds were glistening with slick. Her body was ready for me. I crawled back on top of her. “I do like what I see. A lot.” I positioned myself to her side, so I wouldn’t scratch her delicate little pussy with my jeans.
I got my mouth back on her breasts, but this time I touched her pussy at the same time. First I rubbed over her entrance, until my fingers were wet. Then I moved up to circle her clit, rubbing in circles and she lifted her hips in a frantic rhythm.
I slipped one finger inside her. I pressed it in and out, over and over.
She pushed her hand between us and yanked on my jeans. “You need to get these off. I'm ready for you.”
I was glad she was ready for me because I was about to burst from arousal. I couldn't wait to be inside her body.
Chapter Nine
Ava
Sleeping with Tyler had not been on my radar of possible things that might happen while I was working for him as his maid. Once I’d realized that’s where things were headed, I could have backed off. I could tell that Tyler wouldn’t press the issue.
But I didn’t want to back off. I wanted his big strong hands on me. I wanted his lips on mine.
I’d never had a partner in the bedroom like Tyler. He took control, and let me know what he wanted. It was a turn on. A really big turn on, especially when he had told me to spread my legs. I felt self-conscious at first but then I found that I really liked him looking at me.
He’d been so focused on my pleasure that he still had his shirt and his jeans on. But I was ready for him to be naked too.
He stood up and stripped his jeans off. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I wanted to see his strong thighs, his chiseled abs, and his rock hard cock.
Once he was naked, he looked even better than I had imagined. He could have been a Greek statue carved out of marble. No wonder I couldn't tear my eyes away.
Now when he lay his strong body on top of mine, we were skin to skin. I ran my hands over his sculpted chest, and up over his broad shoulders, and down his muscular back. Touching him was just as exciting as looking at him.
I lifted my hips, seeking friction, trying to rub my clit against his hard cock.
One of his big hands landed on my hip bone. He pressed my body down into the mattress. “Be still,” he said. “I want to come inside your body, not all over the sheets.”
“Or what?” I asked “What will you do?”
“I won't let you come.”
“What if you can't stop me?”
He pressed one finger back into my pussy. “I think I'll have plenty of ways to stop you.”
My eyes rolled back in my head as he added a second finger. He began to thrust them in and out. He sought out my G-spot. Once he found it, he circled his fingers. “You're not doing much to stop me right now.”
He quit moving his hand. He let his fingers go perfectly still. “Is this what you want? Do you want me to leave you waiting? Needy? Unsatisfied?”
“No, I changed my mind. I'll quit teasing. Just don't stop,” I begged him.
“I won’t stop. But I am going to put my cock inside you.”
I let my eyes slip closed. That sounded like exactly what I needed. “Please. Now.”
Tyler moved off of me, and I heard a drawer opening. He unrolled a condom and then he was back between my legs. He teased me a little more, rubbing the tip of his cock over my pussy lips. The tension was unbearable. Every nerve in my body was on fire, desperate for release.
After several long seconds, he pushed inside.
Relief rolled over me as he stretched my pussy open to fit his large cock. He groaned, and he kissed me. Then his warm lips ghosted over my jaw and down to my neck.
I shivered at the feel of his teeth as he gently nipped my collarbone.
“Ava,” he breathed. “You’re so beautiful.”
He began to thrust, moving in and out of my body. He pushed his hand in between us, rubbing over my clit with his fingers as his cock pounded my pussy.
My back bowed, and my muscles tightened. Sparks danced behind my eyes. I forced my eyes open, so I could see his handsome face as he fucked me.
“So close,” I breathed.
“Come for me,” he said. “Now.”
I let go, and I crashed over the edge as my orgasm rolled through me. The feeling was bliss; I’d never had an orgasm this powerful. Of course, I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted Tyler.
My climax went on for a long time. Tyler fucked me through it, with slow careful thrusts, watching my face as I slowly came down.
Once it was over, my body went lax against the bed. Every body part went limp for a few seconds.
Then I remembered, I had a gorgeous guy who’d just given me an amazing orgasm, who hadn’t come yet.
I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders. I lifted my head to whisper in his ear. “I’m ready now for you to fuck me. Don’t hold back.”
I felt his cock pulse inside my pussy. “You sure?” he asked.
“I’m sure.”
He pulled out almost all the way, and pushed back in. He began to thrust hard and fast. “You feel so good,” he groaned.
“I want to feel you come too,” I said.
He thrust once more, and his body stilled.
I ran my hands over his muscl
ed back, feeling the muscles contract as he began to come. He kissed me again as he found his release.
Once Tyler and I had cleaned up after we had sex, I didn’t stay in his bed. As good as it was, I didn’t think he’d wanted me to.
He’d cleaned me up, and kissed me on the cheek, and then he’d put his jeans on.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“I need to finish a few things,” he’d said.
That was vague enough that I got the hint. He needed me out of his space. I didn’t want to leave him, but I wasn’t offended either.
I was his maid.
We’d already blurred the lines enough by sleeping together. The last thing he needed was to have his maid get attached to him and start demanding to sleep in his bed. I wanted to let him know that wasn’t going to be a problem.
I had enough complications of my own. I needed to keep my head clear, and stay focused on being his maid.
So I’d gotten up too, given him a quick peck on the cheek, and grabbed my own clothes off the floor. I’d even had to retrieve my bra from downstairs.
Over the last few days, I had started to wear a few of my normal outfits. They weren’t anything flashy, but they were the clothes I wore to work in Chicago when I didn’t have an interview. Tyler seemed to like them. He stared at the skinny jeans for several minutes, and he’d liked tonight’s flowy pants too.
Back in my room, I stretched across my bed. In the previous nights, I’d worked to compile all my notes into a chronological list so I’d be ready to hand over the evidence.
But tonight my focus shifted. I needed to find the best way to blend in here in town.
At this point, my survival was tied to being able to stay hidden here in Pine Hills. There was no way for me to return to Chicago, not yet. Maybe not ever. The thought of never seeing my home again pained me, but I wanted to live more than I wanted to return to Illinois.
Part of me thought it would be best to remain isolated in Tyler’s house as much as possible. But the other part of me realized that part of blending in was doing normal stuff, like getting to know people.
I needed to tell Tyler something about why I was in town.. It wasn’t fair for me to use his home as a safehouse without letting him know I was on the run.
Yes, he was a former Navy SEAL, as well as a sheriff, but I was still probably putting his life in danger by living with him.
I would start by getting to know the librarian. She had been kind to me when I was brand new in town. She’d had nothing to gain from helping me. She’d just done it out of the kindness of her heart. That was not a concept I’d grown up with. In my father’s world, people only acted when they would benefit from the action.
I found a homemade chocolate chip cookie recipe online. I tried it out. Every so often, I got distracted thinking about the way Tyler had kissed me.
At the store, I gathered all the ingredients I’d need to bake from scratch. When I’d started, Tyler didn’t even have the basics like sugar, flour, or vanilla. I couldn’t judge him too harshly though, because I’d never stocked a pantry either. I’d heard other people talk about vanilla extract, and almond flavoring in the treats they baked, but I’d never done it first hand. Our chef had always handled that.
Now I understood why it was a popular hobby. There was something soothing about measuring and mixing and pouring. When I was scooping the dough onto the cookie sheet, I wasn’t thinking about Christopher or Carl, and how much they both wanted me dead.
The first batch was a disaster. I used too much baking powder, and they were bitter. The second batch was better, but they weren’t fully blended. In the videos, the cooks always used high-powered mixer on a stand, but Tyler didn’t have anything like that. There was only a small hand mixer buried deep in one of his cabinets.
The third batch was much more promising. That filled the kitchen with a pleasing aroma, mixing chocolate with brown sugar and vanilla.
I taste-tested each step, and finally I had a batch good enough to take to the librarian. After they were cool, I wrapped them in cellophane and tied them with a piece of ribbon I’d gotten in the gift wrapping section of the grocery store.
Then I headed over to the library. I didn’t want to apply for a card. The fewer places I put my name, the better. But I could at least chat with Abigail, who’d been so kind to me. Abigail had nothing to offer me now, but I still wanted to talk to her. Forging that kind of connection was a first step in moving as far away from my family as possible.
As I pulled the library door open, I realized I hadn’t bothered to check to see if she was working. But I was in luck. She was behind the counter again today. She smiled when she saw me. “Hello,” she called out.
I smiled back. I went straight to the desk and placed the cookies on the countertop. Aware that I was in a library even though I wasn’t there to read, I kept my voice low. “I wanted to thank you for the job recommendation last week. The sheriff hired me. So I’ve been doing some baking and I brought you these cookies.”
My cheeks flushed as I mentioned the sheriff. My mind took me right back to the previous night when he’d taken me to bed. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice.
Her smile widened. She immediately went for the ribbon, tugging on it until it came off. She inhaled. “Oh wow. These smell amazing. Has my brother had one yet? Chocolate chip cookies are his favorite too.”
“Your brother?” I asked. I hadn’t met anyone else recently.
“The sheriff is my brother,” she said. A crease appeared on her forehead. “I just assumed you’d have given him some first.”
I stood there with my mouth open. Had Tyler mentioned he had a sister? I had no recollection of it at all. Another surge of heat rushed to my cheeks as I realized that in the hours that Tyler had been home last night, we had spent more time together in bed than we had out of it. “I’m really embarrassed to say that I didn’t realize that.”
She grinned and took a bite of the cookie, apparently not worried that there was a sign that said ‘no eating or drinking’ on the desk only inches from her. She grabbed a napkin from a drawer and wiped her mouth. “I’m glad you didn’t know. People are always doing stuff for Tyler because he’s the sheriff, and they want to get in his good graces, including doing stuff for me too.” She shrugged. “I’m not sure why. I love my brother, but it’s not like his decisions as sheriff have anything to do with me.”
So this small town wasn’t immune to people who were out to gain favor and ingratiate themselves. It was disappointing, but I supposed it was human nature.
Then Abigail winked. “Or you know. Sometimes they want his attention in a different way, and they try to go through me first.”
Oh shit. She was implying that when women wanted to date him, they started with her. My cheeks flamed until they had to be fire-engine red. Thank God she wasn’t assuming that about me.
She finished the cookie and re-tied her cellophane bag. “Thank you again. This made my day. Let me know if you need any help keeping my brother in line.”
“He’s been a great boss so far.” He was great at quite a few other things too.
“Good. I’m glad to hear it. Don’t tell him I said this, but I worry about him. He used to be so outgoing and now he hardly talks. When he came back home, I hated the idea of him being in that house all alone, so I’m really glad you’re there with him.”
Shit. She wouldn't be glad if she knew the reason I was there. And I also had a feeling her brother wouldn't appreciate me hearing any of this about him, although I was grateful for the knowledge.
“I’m glad I’m there too. You’re right that he doesn’t talk a lot.” I decided to switch gears. “Hey, I like to write as a hobby. Are there any topics that need a write up around here?”
An even bigger smile crept across her face. “Well yes. Now that you mention it. We’re going to have a festival coming up, and I’m in charge.”
“What do you need?”
“Well, we have several days of
events at the end of November. There’s a chili cook off, there’s a pie contest, there’s a furniture making contest, some group events that involve quilt-making and bread making, and there’s a mini-carnival with a petting zoo and games for the kids. Usually everyone writes up a description of the event they're in charge of, but it’s a mess.”
“Do you need a newsletter? Or a flyer? Website?” I asked.
“All of the above. Anything that you think would work. And, residents are constantly asking me for book recommendations.” She tapped her pen against the desk. “Do you read a lot?”
“Constantly.”
“So this is another huge favor to ask. And I totally get you saying no. But if you read a book, I’d love a review. That way the book club could also use it as a guide.” She dropped the pen and leaned forward. “You should come to the book club. It’s once a month on Tuesday nights.”
“I’d love to.” I hoped I got to stay here long enough to attend one of their meetings.
Abigail's enthusiasm was contagious. I couldn’t do investigative reporting here, especially not while I was living in the sheriff’s house. The fact that I’d slept with him meant I wouldn’t be objective anyway. But this was a very different type of writing, but it was one I was grateful to have.
She’d given me the perfect opportunity to join in the town, and blend in. She was also very kind, and hopefully would turn out to be a good friend.
Chapter Ten
Tyler
“I met your sister,” Ava said when I got home from work. “You didn’t tell me the librarian was your sister.”
Shit. What the hell had Abigail been telling her? Had they talked about me? If I asked, I’d sound like an egotistical prick. “You didn’t ask if she was my sister.”
Ava pursed her lips. “Fine. I’ll ask. Do you have any other family members lurking around town?”
“Yes.”
“And who is that?”
