Maid by Mistake

by Miley Maine

  If I survived this crisis, I was going to do my best to help Jenny. She never had the luxury of a private therapist or an inpatient treatment center. If I ended up losing the money in my trust fund, thanks to my dad's illicit activities, then I'd still try to help her. Even without my dad's money, I had my education, and if something happened to me, maybe Tyler would be willing to help Jenny out. She deserved a chance to start over.

  However I wasn't going to mention this message to Tyler. I didn't want Jenny implicated in my mess. I was also fairly certain that Tyler would not have approved of my continued relationship with someone with Jenny's habits.

  I silenced the phone and put it back in my purse. If I was smart, I'd probably turn it over to Tyler. But I worked hard on this issue. Lives were at stake. I wasn't ready to give up and let it go.

  Not yet.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Tyler

  “You're not staying here today,” I said, as soon as I walked into the kitchen and saw Ava standing over the stove.

  Ava was already up, and she was making breakfast for me at seven a.m. She’d made bacon and eggs, and she was currently chopping fresh strawberries.

  “Where exactly am I going to be?” she asked.

  I poured myself a glass of orange juice and sat down at the table. Before she moved in, I usually skipped breakfast. Thankfully most days the food was a little healthier than today’s selection. Although I’d never complain about being served bacon. “At the station.”

  “Why am I going to be at the station?”

  “Because that’s where I’ll be. In light of the information you told me last night, I will not be leaving you unprotected until something significant changes.”

  “The situation has been going on for eight days now.”

  “Yes, but I didn’t know about it.”

  She made me a plate with two slices of bacon, a fried egg, and a handful of berries. It smelled so good.

  “My job is here at your house,” she said. “Cleaning it. That's what you hired me to do.”

  I put my glass door and peered at her. “We both know you're not a housekeeper. Why do you want to keep up the ruse? Look, it doesn't matter you're not staying at my house alone. You'll come with me to the station and if you want Barrett to bring you back here when he's off-duty, he can.”

  “I doubt he wants to spend his time off babysitting me.”

  “Barrett will gladly help keep you safe, whether he wants to or not. Because it’s the right thing to do. For that matter, it doesn't really matter to me what you want. I'm going to keep you safe.”

  She made a face.

  I wasn’t dissuaded. She was not going to stay here and make herself a target. It was my house, and she was working for me. That made me the one who was responsible for her well-being, whether she liked it or not.

  “So let me get this straight,” Barrett said. “Your girl decided to expose the dark side of organized crime in Chicago.”

  Last night when I called Barrett, I'd only told him the bare-bones of Ava’s story. Had had sent him photos of Christopher and Carl and warned him that she might be in danger. But I had not given him any details but now I was filling him in on all the pertinent details.

  “Specifically, a gambling ring that she’d heard about for her entire life,” he said.

  I nodded. “Right. But instead of finding a bunch of two-bit crooks, she finds out that the lowlifes responsible for the gambling ring include her father and his two partners.”

  “Yikes,” he said. “And then these two partners wanted to kill her. And she came here.”

  I nodded again. “That about sums it up.”

  “Fuck. that’s crazy.”

  “Yeah. It is. I wanted to get you up to speed before I tell the rest of the staff. I’m going to keep them in the loop about what’s going on.”

  “Good idea.”

  I called a staff meeting. We had our secretary, an older lady named Mrs. Smith, and one other deputy who’d been around forever, and he served as our detective. His name was Thomas. Our judge came over too, and I also called in the fire chief, and the postmaster. I told them every detail that I was aware of, and showed them the mug shots of Ava’s father’s partners.

  Everyone in the meeting assured me they’d use every resource to help keep Ava safe, and to watch out for these criminals.

  At that moment, everyone in Pine Hills felt like family. I was grateful to have them all protecting Ava.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Ava

  Jenny didn’t stop texting me. My burner phone chimed so often I was tempted to turn it off, while I was sitting in the freaking sheriff’s office.

  I need to see you. In person.

  That was never going to happen. In the light of day, concealing yet one more fact from Tyler seemed like a really bad idea. I wasn’t sure what I’d been thinking last night.

  I mean it, Ava. I have some more information about the gambling ring.

  How do I know it’s you? I replied.

  You were wearing a ripped blue shirt with a palm tree on it when we met. You bought me Wendy’s food because I was hungry.

  She was right. I had been wearing that. God knows how long I’d agonized over that outfit, wanting to make sure I’d blend in.

  Could there be a less suitable place for me to be having this conversation? It didn’t seem likely. I was with the freaking sheriff, and Jenny wouldn't stop texting me.

  You could turn off the phone. Just block her, and forget about it.

  But I couldn't. I needed to know what she had to say.

  I stepped outside, and pressed the ‘call’ button.

  She answered on the first ring. “Ava! Where the hell are you? Everything’s crazy here.”

  “What do you mean crazy? What’s happened?” I figured she couldn't be in too much danger, if she was able to call me.

  “People are everywhere here. Cops, FBI agents, and more thugs. They’re on the streets; they’re coming into our apartment. I need to see you.”

  My fingers tightened on the phone. “No. I’m not coming back now. You can tell me whatever it is over the phone.”

  “No way. Anyone could be listening. I’m not going to get killed for ratting them out.”

  “Jenny… I want to help you. Do you have any money? Maybe you should leave town.”

  “No. I’m not leaving. When can I see you?”

  “Soon,” I said.

  “Can I come stay with you?”

  “No. That’s not a good idea. Listen, if you need some money, I can send you some. Just get me an address.” I could take a change and mail some cash if she needed it.

  “No. I’d rather see you.”

  I sighed. She wasn’t listening. “I have to go. If you need money, text me an address. I’ll send you some cash.”

  Then I hung up. She kept calling me over and over. If she didn’t stop, I really was going to block her number.

  I slipped back into the sheriff’s office, only to see Tyler standing in the hallway with his muscular arms crossed. It was still amazing to me that he could make even a drab sheriff’s uniform look so good. “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “Just getting some fresh air. September is really nice here.”

  He looked doubtful, but he didn’t argue with me. “I’m free for the next hour. Do you want me to take you home for lunch?”

  “Sure. There's a load of laundry that I really need to do.”

  “Laundry wasn't exactly what I had in mind,” he said.

  His mouth was set in a hard line but his eyes were sparkling.

  “Are you suggesting a lunchtime tryst?”

  “I am most certainly suggesting that. Are you interested?”

  I deliberately licked over my lips, slowly, and as sensuously as I could. I felt ridiculous, standing in an office building in the middle of the day, but Tyler seemed to like it. His eyes raked over my body. I’d worn dressy trousers with a pin-striped shirt that day, and they highlighted the cu
rves of my waist and my backside.

  He grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the door. “Let’s go.”

  “Won't everyone wonder where you've gone?”

  “Even the sheriff gets a lunch break.”

  He left Sadie with Mrs. Smith and dragged me to his car at breakneck speed. He made the trip back to the farmhouse in record time.

  “I'm glad you're the sheriff or we’d have been pulled over for speeding,” I said.

  “I didn't break a single traffic law.”

  “What brought this on?”

  “That outfit. The way you walk. The way you smile. Pretty much everything you do.”

  “So you want me all the time?”

  “You got that right.” As we pulled into the driveway, he took my hand and placed it over the front of his pants. Through his pants, I felt his rock hard erection throb.

  “You really do want me.”

  He unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over. He took my face in his hands, and pulled me close, covering my mouth with his. He kissed me hard, and didn’t let up for several seconds. By the time he was done, I was breathing hard, and my designer panties were definitely wet.

  He hopped out of the car, and came around to my side, opening the door for me. Before I could step out, he scooped me into his arms.

  I squealed, but wrapped my arms around his neck. He carried me up the porch steps with ease. Using the keypad and only one hand, he opened the front door with little difficulty as well.

  Once we were inside he carried me up the stairs without missing a beat. Once we were inside his bedroom he put me down.

  “I love this outfit, but I want it off of you now. I want to see your body again.”

  Apparently he intended to take it off himself. He brushed my hair to the side, and kissed my neck, then my collarbone. Then he began to unbutton my shirt. Once it was off, he laid it carefully over the dresser. “I don’t want this one getting crumpled,” he said.

  “I’ll have to remember how much you like it.”

  He gave me a sexy smile. “Good.”

  He left my bra on, but he did stop to kiss the swell of my breasts. Today I was wearing a matching set. My bra and panties were solid white satin.

  He unhooked my pants, and carefully pushed them down as well. They joined my shirt on the dresser. “I could look at you forever,” he said.

  I stood there while he walked in a circle around me, taking in every angle.

  Then he removed his uniform, laying it on top of the dresser as well. He left his boxer on, but the outline of his large cock was clearly visible.

  I reached out to touch his cock, but he took my wrist into his hand, and pushed it back down to my side. “No touching. It’s my turn to take care of you.”

  “You always do,” I said.

  “You had your mouth on my cock, and I haven’t even tasted you yet.”

  Ah. So he wanted to go down on me. I was glad I’d gone to the spa for a wax before I’d had to leave Chicago. The feeling was so much more intense when I was bare.

  He got back down on his knees, and peeled my panties off my hips. Now I wore only my bra. He pressed his face into my stomach, and rubbed both of his hands over my backside, squeezing my ass over and over. “You feel so good.”

  I ran my hand through his thick blonde hair. He let go of my ass, and nudged my legs apart with his hands. Once my legs were parted, he spread my folds with his fingers. Then he licked my clit.

  “Ah!”

  The tingling that raced through my body nearly knocked me off my feet. Desire swirled low in my belly as he licked me again. I gripped his hair, hanging on tight.

  He closed his lips over my clit next, sucking hard. My chest was heaving as I tried to catch my breath. He added one finger first, spearing my pussy.

  I bucked against him, riding his finger. It felt so good. He added a second finger, and continued to suck my clit.

  “I won’t last,” I said, barely managing to get the words out.

  He pulled his mouth away. “You will last. You’ll hold off until I say you can come. That hasn’t changed.”

  I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. I was not going to survive this man. Next he licked my clit, flattening his tongue and flicking it over the tight nub, over and over.

  I clenched my fists together. I couldn't stand it. The pleasure was building.

  With a sudden movement, he was gone from between my legs. He lifted me into his arms again and laid me on the bed.

  “I need to see more of your pussy,” he said. “I can’t get enough.”

  He took a second to strip my bra away, and mouth at my breasts, then he was back between my legs. He pushed my knees as far apart as they would go.

  “You taste so good.”

  “I’ve never been with someone who liked going down on me so much,” I said.

  He lifted his head. “Then he was missing out.” He licked over my pussy, and thrust his tongue inside before going back to my clit. He closed his mouth over it again, while pushing his fingers back inside my body.

  “I can’t stop it this time,” I said, as the tidal wave grew closer.

  “You may come,” he said, granting me permission.

  I let the wave crest, and I crashed as my organsm rolled over. My brain whited out, as my body pulsed and thrummed. My legs collapsed flat on the bed as I kept coming.

  When I came, Tyler was lying beside me, tracing patterns over my breasts. “I’ve never seen anyone come as hard as you do,” he said.

  “Is that a good thing?” I asked.

  “It’s perfect.” He climbed off the bed and dug in the drawer of the bedside table. “This time I won’t forget the condom.” He rolled it on. Then he grabbed my hips, and rolled me to my stomach. “I want to fuck you from behind, and see this nice little ass in the air.”

  I moaned. I loved the way he manhandled me. He arranged my body the way he wanted it, lifting my hips up until I was on my knees with my chest on the bed. I would feel overly exposed except I was so turned on I couldn’t be too shy about the position.

  “I want your hands on your nipples,” he said. “I know there’s a direct connection between your nipples and your pussy. So don’t let go.”

  He was right about that. I did as he said, squeezing my nipples and he lined his cock up with my pussy. His hands landed on my hips and he pressed his cock inside. He began to thrust, back and forth, dragging his big cock over my sweet spot until I was mad with lust.

  He let go of my hips, and put his hands on the bed near my head, bracing himself above me. He drilled into me, fast and hard. The feeling was unspeakably good.

  “Tyler,” I moaned. I was close to coming and his hand hadn’t even touched my clit for this round. “I’m so close.”

  He bent his head down by my ear. “If you can come from my cock alone, with no help from my hand, then you are free to let go whenever you’re ready.”

  I screamed with a feral intensity as my body reached a new level of pleasure. I gritted my teeth together as his cock rammed into my body.

  I couldn’t hold myself up any more, not even on my knees, and I crashed to the bed, flat on my stomach as my legs gave out. Tyler followed me down, still drilling into my pussy with his massive hard cock.

  “Tyler!” I screamed once more and then I did let go. I came, just from my hands on my nipples and his cock in my pussy.

  My hands relaxed and I let go of my nipples as my climax reached its zenith. Everything was a hazy blur for several minutes as my focus narrowed to the feel of Tyler pounding my pussy.

  Then his lips were on my cheek, and he was kissing my face all over as he found his own release.

  Weeks went by. Tyler and I fucked as often as we could, and it only got better each time. September turned into October, and I began to settle into a routine in Pine Hills.

  I met Tyler’s mother, Mrs. Whittaker, and she was just as much fun as his sister was. I started helping Abigail with the preparations for the Fall Festival that wou
ld take place right after Thanksgiving, and I started writing up book reviews for the library.

  I still hadn’t decided when I wanted to call the FBI, and Tyler had advised me to sit tight. He had eyes and ears on the ground in Chicago. There were no signs that anyone knew where I was. He still wouldn’t leave me alone, but I’d adjusted to that too.

  He insisted that I didn’t have to clean his house, but I wanted to. I was able to get everything done in the hours he was off, and while I hung out at the sheriff’s office, I had plenty of books to read and reviews to write.

  All in all, I loved my life in Pine Hills, and I wasn’t ready for it to end.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Tyler

  “Ava,” I said.

  “Yes?” she asked, looking up from her book. She’d gotten really into reviewing books for the library, and now at least twelve residents had told me they only trusted her reviews, and not the ones they saw online.

  It was really nice to see her settling into life in Pine Hills.

  At first, after I’d refused to let her stay alone, Ava had been pissed about being stuck at the office. During that first week when I wouldn’t leave her, I’d offered for Barrett to take her home and hang out there, but she’d refused, over and over.

  She’d been restless at first, and then she’d settled into one of the empty offices, and opened her laptop. After that, she’d been busy typing away.

  As the weeks went by, I began to enjoy the forced togetherness. This situation had only made me more aware of my feelings for her. I was going to ask her out. Was it a smart idea? Probably not. But I was going to do it anyway.

  I wasn’t sure I could classify my feelings for her into a neat box. I definitely cared about her. My sister would ask if I was in love with her. But I wasn’t sure if it went that deep, not yet. I’d never been in love before, so I had nothing to compare it to. But I wanted to be with her all the time.

  I’d been reluctant to date, and even after all this time, Ava didn’t spend the night in my bed. So I’d never mentioned my nightmares to her before. And the good news was that they’d become even more infrequent lately. I was down to about one nightmare per week now, which was a huge fucking relief.