by Miley Maine
“I had them on all day, but I took them off as soon as I texted you,” she said.
I spun her so she was facing me and her legs were straddling my lap. “I’m glad I have two working arms tonight,” I said. “I can tell I’m going to need them to keep up with you.”
She wiggled on my lap, sending shockwaves directly to my brain. “That’s my plan,” she said.
As much as I wanted to pull my cock out and push it into her right there on the porch, she had a kid, and my dad and stepmother were upstairs. Any of them could decide to get up for a glass of water, and no one needed to be traumatized by this.
I wasn’t ready to go inside, though. Having her on my lap outside in the night air was a rush. I pulled her hair from her neck and kissed the skin under her ear. She shuddered, shifting her hips against mine.
I moved my lips to her ear, kissing her earlobe. “You’re beautiful,” I said. I slid both hands under her dress, cupping her bare bottom in my palms. “I’m going to get us inside,” I said. “Before I come in my pants.”
She tilted her neck back in response, giving me better access to her neck. I licked all the way down to her collarbone until she moaned.
I couldn’t wait another second. I made sure her dress covered her bottom and I stood up, holding her body close to mine. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist.
By some miracle, I got the screen door open without banging it. Once we were inside, I pushed the wooden door closed and bolted it. “I’m getting you an alarm system,” I said. It wasn’t a sexy thing to talk about, but it would make me feel much better.
“Mmm,” she said, turning the tables on me and licking my neck.
The feel of her warm tongue pressing into my skin sent a swell of heat to my cock. My back crashed against the wall as I stumbled. “Shit,” I panted. “I won’t make it up the stairs if you keep that up.”
She sucked on my ear, something no one had ever done before, but it had me nearly coming in my pants. Again. “If we were alone,” she said into my ear. “I’d get down on my knees right now.”
Oh, God. “And what would you do if you were on your knees?”
“I’d unzip your pants,” she said.
I paused where I was, not walking. My stomach flipped over one hundred and eighty degrees. My head fell back, thumping against the wall. “You’re killing me,” I said. “Then what?”
She unwrapped her legs from my waist and slid down my body, standing next to me. She licked right over my lips and then said, “I’d suck your cock.”
Her words had me grabbing for my cock. I stuck my hand down my pants and squeezed the base to keep from coming. “I’d like to see that,” I said. Once I’d staved off an early finish, I took her hand in mine and guided her to the staircase, not saying a word.
She hurried up the steps and I followed close behind, taking two steps at a time. I closed the door behind us and locked it.
“You’re going to see it now,” she said. She dropped to her knees right in front of me. “I did some reading.”
The sight of her on her knees in front of me short-circuited my brain. “Some reading? About oral sex?”
She popped the button on my jeans open. “Yep. The internet can be a beautiful thing. I’m not going to practice on anyone else obviously, but I can’t let you be the only one of us who has skills.”
“Do not practice on anyone else,” I growled.
“Oh, yeah?” She unzipped my fly and pushed my jeans down. “You wouldn’t like that?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
I knew I wasn’t supposed to tell her what to do, but I didn’t fucking care. While I was here in Laurel Bay, she was mine. “No, I would not.”
She pushed my underwear down, freeing my hard cock. “How are you going to stop me?” she asked, wrapping her small hand around my cock.
“I’m going to keep your mouth full of my cock,” I said.
Biting down on my lip, I stifled a loud moan. The caveman inside me wanted to pick her up, toss her on the bed, and thrust my cock into her body. But Bree choosing to go down on her knees for me was heady, and I didn’t want to miss a second of it. She wasn’t experienced, but she’d looked up instructions on the internet on how to suck my cock.
“You can try,” she said, right before she licked the underside of my cock.
“I’ll accept that challenge,” I said, but my voice was strangled.
She got serious about her task then, opening her mouth around my cock, engulfing it with the warm heat of her mouth.
I rubbed my hand over her soft cheek. “Show me what you read about.”
She nodded as she looked up at me through her lashes, making eye contact while she sucked on my cock. She made a humming sound, letting her tongue and mouth vibrate over my cock while she wrapped her palm around the base. She twisted her hand while she moved her mouth up and down on my shaft.
My cock got even harder. “Bree, stop.”
She pulled away with a pop. “Close?” she asked with a smirk.
The scent of her strawberry shampoo drifted up. I inhaled, unable to get enough of her. “Someone’s feeling saucy.”
She licked her lips. “I just like doing a good job,” she said.
“You’re doing more than a good job,” I said. “You have me ready to come all over your face.” I stroked my hand over her cheek. “Which I won’t do. But I’m close, so you’ve got to stop.”
I pulled her to her feet and I kicked my jeans the rest of the way off and ditched my t-shirt. “Let’s get this dress off of you,” I said. I pulled it off over her head, letting it fall to the floor. Once she stood naked in front of me, I pulled her into my arms. “I love looking at you,” I said. I moved one hand between her legs. “You’re wet,” I said.
“I’m ready for you,” she replied.
Her body trembled as I moved my fingers back and forth over her folds. “I want to taste this pussy again,” I said. “I could do it all day.”
I lifted her and carried her to an armchair in the corner of the room and sat her on the edge. “Open your legs,” I said. She complied, opening her legs until they were spread wide. I pushed her legs further apart, lifting her knees until they hung over the arms of the chair. I knelt on the floor in front of her, relishing having her glistening pussy in front of me.
I pushed a finger into her sex, taking note of the way her eyes closed. With my other hand, I reached up to pinch her nipples. Her hips rolled forward as she stuffed her hand in her mouth. “James,” she panted.
I brought my mouth to her core, flattening my tongue to lick over her clit. Her hips bucked, pushing her sex closer. I moved my hand from her breasts and pushed against her hip bone, pinning her down. “Stay still,” I commanded.
“Are you going to make me?” she asked in a hoarse voice.
“Now that I’ve got both arms working, I absolutely am going to make you.” I added a second finger, pushing it slowly into her pussy. “I’m going to take you apart, and you’re going to sit here and let me do it.’
Her back arched, but her hips stayed still, thanks to the pressure from my hand on her hip. With two fingers in her pussy, I spread her folds open and sucked on her clit. Her pussy was so enticing and only getting wetter as I moved my fingers in and out. I circled my tongue over her clit, keeping a steady pressure until her entire body went rigid.
She gripped a handful of my hair. “James!” she said, muffled from behind her hand just as her sex began to ripple over my fingers.
As soon as her body relaxed, I scooped her into my arms and laid her on the bed. “Are you ready for my cock?” I asked.
“Yes. Fuck me,” she said.
“How do you feel about lying on your stomach?” I asked, moving her hair aside and kissing the nape of her neck.
“I’m up for it,” she said, flipping to her stomach.
“Good,” I said, running my hands over her shoulders, her back, and down to her round backside. “Because I want to see this bottom when I’m
inside you.” I covered her body with mine, reveling in the feel of her smooth skin against my leaking cock. I tugged her hips into the air, leaving her chest on the bed. I circled my palm over her backside. “This is the best view I’ve seen all day,” I said.
She canted her hips up. “Now,” she begged.
Kneeling up behind her, I took my cock in hand and rubbed the head over her slick pussy. She writhed against the sheets. “Put it in,” she moaned.
I pushed my cock in, pressing into her willing flesh. Her pussy opened up for me, taking me in. She rolled her head back and forth over the mattress. I gripped her hips with both hands and thrust all the way in.
“James!” she shouted, muted by the sheets she’d wadded up and stuffed under her face. I pulled all the way out, inch by inch, and pushed back in, watching as my cock slid in and out of her body. I angled my hips, rolling them until Bree began to meet my thrusts, shoving her bottom backward toward me.
“Shh,” I said, grabbing her hips to keep her still. “Let me fuck you.” I ran one finger down her spine. “Just let go and feel it.”
“Uhh,” she moaned. I picked up the pace, thrusting with short, sharp motions, hitting her sweet spot while her pussy grew wetter around my cock. I got my hand between her legs and rubbed my fingers back and forth over her clit.
With a sudden motion, her fingers scrabbled at the sheets, squeezing them in her palms as her pussy burst into shocking ripples as she came.
Her knees buckled and Bree toppled onto the bed. I followed her down, pushing my cock back into her saturated pussy, rocking my hips, cherishing being inside her gorgeous body. I thrust, over and over, until my own body reached its completion and I came, harder than I ever had in my entire life. The strength of my orgasm overwhelmed me.
And so did my feelings for Bree.
I love you.
What the hell? Where had that come from? Now that I’d thought it, I couldn’t get rid of the thought.
The fog of my brain cleared a little bit. What would it be like to have this all the time? To leave the office and come home to Bree? To undress her, and hold her, and make love to her every night? Was that a complete fantasy?
I’d never had this thought about any of the other women I’d dated. I’d never wanted more with them. There was no point in even thinking about this. Bree had given me no indication she wanted more with me.
I roused myself enough to set an alarm for the morning. I needed to sleep, and then be ready to work. Tomorrow, I planned to speak to the rest of the team and increase our surveillance on Dr. Smith’s home and office. I’d need to fill out paperwork for a court order; we could legally monitor the numbers that were incoming and outgoing to his phone with a court order, which was a lot easier to get than a warrant. We could also get access to his older text messages, as well as his emails.
If I could get enough evidence to show probable cause, I could request a warrant to put a GPS tracker on the doctor’s car. I’d like to wiretap his phones, too, in a perfect world.
Bree wouldn’t like it, but I wasn’t taking any chances. After she fell asleep, I snuck outside and placed a GPS tracker in her truck. I also placed one in her purse. She might never speak to me again, but keeping her safe was worth any future price I might have to pay.
15
Bree
After we slept together for the second time, James spent the night at the ranch again before leaving for work at seven-thirty am, and he woke me up to say goodbye this time.
As soon as the cows and chickens were fed and the horses were taken care of, I bolted. I made two big ham sandwiches, one with mustard and one with mayo, and texted Lacy and told her to be ready to spend her lunch break with me. I drove straight to the sheriff’s office, where Lacy was thankfully waiting for me.
After I’d said a cursory hello to the rest of the staff, she closed her office door behind me. “What in the world has you running around like a chicken with its head cut off?”
I put the cooler of food on her desk. “What do you think?”
She picked up the sandwich with her name on it, looked at it, and put it back in the cooler. “James?”
I popped open my thermos of lemonade. “Yep.”
“And? Don’t hold out on me.” She grabbed the cooler and took it to the corner of the room. “Come over here. We’ll have a picnic.”
We sat cross-legged on the floor with the cooler between us. She took both sandwiches out and handed me the one with mustard. “Okay, spill,” she said.
“He came over last night. I asked him to stay. Again.”
She spluttered, nearly losing the mouthful of tea she’d just sipped. “Again! What? You didn’t say anything about the first time!”
“I didn’t know if I was going to say anything. I thought it might be a one-time event.”
“Honey, you’ve never been able to keep your hands off that boy.”
“Excuse me, it’s been five years.”
“That’s only because you ended up with a souvenir and you couldn’t take the chance of him coming around anymore.”
“Lacy!” I cried. I had never told her that James was Ian’s father. If she knew, how many other people had guessed?
She chewed her sandwich for a few seconds. “I’ve never said a word about it. And I didn’t plan to. But you know this is a ticking time bomb, right?”
“I’m going to tell him.” It was the right thing to do. It was just a matter of timing now.
“When did you decide that?” she asked.
“Recently.”
“Good. Because it’s going to come out.”
“I realize that,” I said.
She patted my hand. “I’m not trying to say you did anything wrong. I just want you to be prepared.”
“James was five when I met him. I remember what he looked like and Ian could be his clone. The only reason James hasn’t noticed how much they look alike is because of Ian’s fascination with those costumes.”
Lacy finished her sandwich and pulled out the fresh chocolate chip cookies I’d baked. “Yum,” she said. “Thank you for bringing me food.” She took a big bite and leaned forward. “Now that we’ve covered the responsible parts, tell me the juicy details.”
“What details?”
“Um, hello? How was it? I know you. I know James is the only guy you’ve slept with. So, is he the same, or is he better?”
A flush burned the back of my neck. I swatted Lacy’s arm. “I’m not going to give you any details. But I will say that it was really good.”
A big grin spread across her face. “That’s what I like to hear!” She got to her feet and gathered all of our trash. “Now go. Figure out your life. I have to get back to work.”
I gave her a tight hug. “Thank you for listening.”
I didn’t hear from James all day, but at six that night, his SUV pulled into the driveway. The mere sight of his SUV still had me flushing, even a whole day later. I wiped my forehead. The night before…I hadn’t wanted to share any details about our night together with Lacy. It felt too raw, too intimate.
The sun was still bright in the sky and Ian was outside with me, helping pull the early tomatoes off the vines. The heat of the day had caused him to shed his Batman costume and he’d chosen a deep sea diver costume as a replacement. I hadn’t informed him that he needed a wetsuit for a real dive, but let him carry on in his swim trunks and goggles.
“Are you here on business?” I asked as James got out of his vehicle. He still had his suit on, complete with the stereotypical G-man sunglasses. He pulled the sunglasses off and folded them into his collar. In that moment, he could have been a model waiting on a photo shoot.
“Ranch business,” he said as he leaned against the SUV.
I’ve known this man since I was a child; why did I suddenly need to fan myself? “What do you mean?”
“Well, I’m here to help finish up anything that needs doing. Just point me in the right direction.”
“You can help me!”
Ian piped up.
“I would love to help you,” James said, crouching down to Ian’s level.
Ian launched himself at James, who caught him. Too late, I noticed Ian’s sandals rubbing dusty spots all over James’s black suit pants. “Oh, Ian. You’re getting him all dirty.”
“It’s fine,” James said. “I should have changed first.” He spun Ian around a few times, causing a cascade of giggles before plopping him back down. “I’m going to go change now, then I’ll be back to help you.”
“Can I come?” Ian asked.
“No,” I said. “Changing clothes is like bathroom time. People need privacy.” We’d had this conversation before when Ian had tried to open the stall doors in the bathroom at the grocery store.
“Okay!” he shouted. Luckily, Ian accepted my answer without arguing and he skipped off to grab his toy rake. He came right back, rake trailing behind him. “James is going to help me,” he said. “We can get the eggs.”
“That sounds great.” My throat burned as I grappled with the choices I’d made.
Ian was a lively, outgoing kid who liked everyone who showed up at the ranch. But his interest in James was something different. It really brought home the fact that I’d deprived him of a dad to hang out with. But if I’d told James five years ago, what would he have done? His sense of right and wrong was strongly developed, so he might have stayed in Laurel Bay to help me raise Ian. Then he would have missed out on Michigan State and he’d have missed out on the FBI, too, probably forever.
“I’m ready,” James said, carefully catching the screen door so it didn’t bang closed.
“We’re going to get the eggs! I can tell you the hens’ names,” Ian said.
“I can’t wait to meet them,” James told him.
For the rest of the evening, Ian was James’s shadow. He was never more than two feet away, and often less. James gave him piggyback rides, threw him in the air, and one time, I looked over and Ian had slipped his tiny hand into James’s. The burning in my throat grew to a blazing fire and I sniffed. Ian deserved to have a father. I had to tell him soon, even if this case wasn’t solved.
