Dangerous Deputy (3 page)

“Front clasp.” His voice was low.

She looked down. His hands hovered at her chest.

“Yeah, it has a lower dip than my others.”

He licked his lips. She smiled and wiggled her hips.

Instead of reaching for the clasp immediately, he stroked the skin around the material with one finger. He dragged it up to her strap, down the side of her breast and then under it back to the clasp. Her pussy clenched, and she had to remind herself to breathe. Such a gentle touch shouldn’t have elicited a strong reaction from her, yet it had her wanting more. More of him. More of everything.

He repeated the motion with her other breast, and then both hands worked their way down her rib cage to her waist. He continued to stroke her body, caressing her stomach, her waist, reaching around to her back.

She arched against him, eager for more, and still his hand stroked her torso, avoiding her chest. By the time he reached for the clasp of her bra and opened it, she wanted to scream in frustration. And joy. His hands covered her breasts in place of the material, and warmth radiated through her entire body. She grasped the branch and bit back a moan.

He caressed her breasts, teasing the nipples with his thumbs, bringing them fully erect with his attentions. Julia moaned softly. He leaned down and took one in his mouth. He ran his tongue around the nub before sucking gently on it. Desire engulfed her, and when he reached around her and pulled her closer to him, she went eagerly.

He played with her nipple for what seemed like an eternity. With each suck and nip, sparks shot through her body. Whimpers of pleasure escaped her lips. When he moved to her other breast with an equal eagerness, she went weak in the knees.

His hands continued to cover her body, stroking her back, her hips, her ass. His movements kept her warm in the night breeze that brushed her body like another hand. When he got on his knees, she wanted nothing more than to hold his face in her hands. She pulled at her cuffs, and he looked up at her, smiling, and shook his head.

“Uh uh. I’m having too much fun.”

She squeezed her legs together, liquid seeping out of her pussy and drenching her panties.

He ran tiny kisses at her waistline, holding her hips against him as he tortured her with tiny licks and nips in between the kisses. He rubbed his cheek against her belly, and the bottom of her stomach dropped out at the gentle gesture.

He had her at his mercy, knew she was willing to let him do anything he wanted to, and still he took his time. She rubbed her thighs together, eager to ease the ache his actions had created.

By the time he hooked his fingers around the top elastic of her underwear, she was ready to beg for mercy. He dragged them slowly down to her ankles, taking his time. She gritted her teeth in frustration. He grabbed first one and then the other ankle as he eased her panties off. He quickly slid them into his back pocket before turning his attention back to her.

He grasped both ankles and retraced the same route her panties had made seconds before, only in the opposite direction. Goose bumps popped wherever he touched her, shivers running up and down her entire body.

When he got to the apex of her legs, he stopped and caressed the tops of her thighs. He leaned forward.

She smiled at the soft, gentle kiss he laid on her. Unexpected, it was sweet, almost. He urged her legs open wider, and she promptly responded.

His thumbs pressed against her lower lips, baring them to his view. The heat of his breath caressed her, and she shivered. When he bent his head toward her, she sucked in a breath in anticipation.

He was right. He was definitely very good at this. He licked and sucked, playing with her pussy. Prickles of excitement ran across her skin with every touch and movement. Her breathing became jagged, gasps rushing between her lips. She could feel the orgasm building, tension increasing as she neared the first non-solo orgasm she’d had in months, if not years.

He eased a finger inside her. “I’ll warn you, Julia. I am not going to stop until you come.”

She laughed in between gasps. “Keep up what you’re doing, and it won’t be much longer.”

He did as she directed. He buried his face in her pussy. He played with her. He sucked and nibbled. A second finger joined the first, and he wiggled them, rubbing against her walls. She moaned. It had been too long since she’d had a man pay this much attention to her. He caressed her thigh with his free hand, his other still buried inside her. Julia couldn’t keep still. She rocked her hips, thrusting herself farther onto his fingers, pushing herself into his face. Whimpers escaped her lips as she lost herself in his movements.

He pulled back. She looked down, afraid she’d done something wrong. His smile made her toes curl. Without a word, he went back to what he had been doing, with even more vigor than before.

When her orgasm crashed over her, it was almost unexpected in its intensity. Her body was unprepared for the sensations that racked it. Shivers ran up and down her spine. Her legs stiffened and then buckled. She forced her hips, her pussy, down on his hand farther, as a scream escaped her lips. Fireworks exploded inside her head, and for a brief moment she feared she might pass out.

He continued to play with her, stroking her in and out as she rode his hand in gradually decreasing motions, her moans lessening to small whimpers.

When he slid his fingers out of her, she felt empty. She looked down at him. His eyes shone in the moonlight.

He stood up and quickly unbuttoned his shirt before taking it off and draping it over her shoulders.

“I’m going to fuck you here, as you stand.”

“Yes, please.” It was all she could say. All she wanted to say.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a foil-wrapped condom.

Julia shook her head. “Please tell me you don’t keep those in your wallet.”

Dennis grinned. “It’s part of the outreach program for the schools. Encouraging safe behavior of all kinds. I grabbed it from my trunk when I locked up my gun.” He unbuttoned his pants and slid the rubber on before grabbing her waist. “Wrap your legs around me.”

“You can’t hold me.”

He smiled. “Don’t doubt it, babe. Wrap your legs around me and let me fuck you hard enough you forget your name.”

Julia did as he ordered. When he pulled her up, she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, and he slid his cock into her.

She wasn’t the tallest woman in the world, so having sex standing up had never been high up in her repertoire, but wrapping her legs around him and holding on to the branch while leaning against the tree provided the perfect position.

He began to move. She groaned. The tip of his cock was angled perfectly, hitting her back wall, rubbing against her, pulling reaction after reaction from her.

He started out slow and easy but didn’t stay that way long. Soon he sped up, going harder and deeper as he thrust into her. Tension began to build at the bottom of her spine. Tiny orgasms began to roll over her. Her walls spasmed around him.

She grasped the branch above her tightly, holding as he rammed into her again and again.

She squeezed her legs around him, pulling him into her harder and deeper. Each thrust ran shivers throughout her body. Each retreat had her wanting more.

When he grabbed the backs of her shoulders and thrust in with the most force he had used yet, she knew he was close.

“More,” she ordered him between breaths. “Fuck me harder.”

Once again, she didn’t know where this urge to be so dirty came from, but her words spurred him faster, exactly what she wanted. He thrust again, and her small orgasms coalesced straight into one large one. Her breath rushed out of her lungs. Julia grasped the branch so tightly the bark beneath her hands gave way as she screamed wordlessly, arching her hips to accept his final thrust with an eagerness that was pure impulse.

He buried his head in her neck and groaned as he came inside her. By the time he was finished, she was limp-boned and unable to support herself with either her legs or her arms.

Chapter Two

After what seemed like an eternity, her breathing had returned to normal, as had his, and he leaned back. “You ready?”

She nodded and slowly released her legs. He slid out, leaving her deliciously satisfied and still nearly boneless. He made sure she could stand before adjusting himself. He grabbed the handcuff key and released her.

She winced. Unexpected pain shot from her wrists to her shoulders as she lowered her hands. They hadn’t been more than a couple inches above her head, but apparently they’d been up there long enough to cause pain.

Immediately he started to rub her wrists.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.”

“Shit. Your hands.”

Julia looked down and was surprised to see the scratches embedded in her palms. “I guess I held on a little too tight.”

“I have some wipes back at the car, we’ll clean them when we get back.” The look on his face made her smile. She hadn’t had someone that concerned for her, other than her sister, in a very long time. He continued massaging her wrists, working his way up her arms to her shoulders. “Turn around.”

Curious, she did as he ordered, and he continued massaging her neck and upper back. Within minutes, she was as relaxed as she’d ever been. She hooked her bra closed as he released her dress. He wrapped it, as well as his shirt, around her before turning her to face him once again.

It was only then she realized his thoughtfulness with the shirt had probably saved her quite a few scrapes. They hadn’t been gentle, and the delicate material of her dress wouldn’t have done much to protect her.

She grabbed the edges of the dress and pulled them together correctly. It took her a moment to find the hole the tie went through, and when she looked up after arranging her dress, she was surprised by the look in his eyes. She couldn’t identify it, but it filled her with a warm feeling she didn’t want to try to label. “Here.” She went to take his shirt off, and he shook his head.

“No, it’s gotten chilly out. That dress isn’t made for cold nights.”

“Oh, and you’ll be fine without a shirt at all, huh?” Not that she minded one bit. She was enjoying the view. She only regretted not being able to touch him as they had made love. No, had sex. There wasn’t any making love to it. It had been plain raw, hot, and mind-blowing sex.

He flexed his muscles, and it took everything she had not to drool. “A true man doesn’t feel the cold. I’ll be fine.”

She laughed and tossed his shirt back.

“What time are you expected home?”

“I’m not. No one’s home, remember? Jim’s parents are celebrating their fiftieth anniversary up in Kansas City, so they all went up to make a weekend of it.”

“I forgot. So you’re home all alone?”

She nodded.

“You have all weekend off?”

She nodded again. She was beginning to feel like a bobblehead doll.

“Come home with me?”

The nodding stopped.
Go home with him? Shit
. This was a turn of events she hadn’t expected.

“I’m not looking for a relationship.”

“Me either.”

“Soo, you are inviting me home for…?”

“Whatever. More sex. No sex. Talking. Sleeping.”

Julia didn’t know what to say. She was so thrown by the invitation she stood there for what seemed like forever, trying to process the what-ifs, the consequences, the benefits.

He put on his shirt. “That’s okay. I understand.”

“No! Yes!” She shook her head. “Sorry. Yes, I would like to go home with you.”

“Do you want to take the car back to Jim’s? I can follow you. Or you can follow me back to my place. I’d imagine you’d feel better with a way out.” He grinned. “You never know when the dirty cop might come back.”

“I’d rather take my car.”
Oh, hell
. “Um. Well. I mean Carrie’s car. No, wait.”
Dammit.

He looked at her, his eyebrows drawn together.

She felt like a stupid teenager but told him what she was thinking. “It’s Carrie’s car, not mine. If anyone saw it, well, I don’t care if they know I’m there, but I don’t want to involve Carrie.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I live in the country, down a gravel drive. The only house down there. No one will see the car.”

Julia thought for another moment before agreeing, and the two of them started back to the vehicles.

“Do you want to go home and get some clothes?”

Time. She needed time. Time to process what she just agreed to do. “Yes, please.”

The rest of the walk was conducted in silence. When they got back to the cars, Dennis insisted on treating her hands. He opened up his trunk and pulled out his first aid kit. He wiped her hands with the alcohol swabs with a care and attention she should have expected, but it still came as a surprise.

When he was done, Dennis opened the car door for her and made sure she was properly secured before closing the door once again. She started the engine and waited for him to climb into his own vehicle and pull out before following behind him.

The ride wasn’t long, and the entire time, she wondered what the hell she was doing. This so wasn’t typical. The whole night wasn’t like her. It was as though an entirely different person had taken her over for the last few hours. Someone fun, adventurous, and not afraid of consequences.

This kind of behavior wasn’t her. “Maybe it is.” Her words stilled her inner ramblings for a second. Just long enough for her to calm herself down.

She’d lived enough of her life on the cautious side, never doing anything that would have constituted crazy or too much fun. She was forty years old with no one to answer to.

She wasn’t hurting anyone.
Fuck it
. It was time she lived for herself.

When they got to Carrie’s house, she literally ran back to Dennis’s car, full of a happiness she hadn’t expected.

She stuck her head in his window. “You’re sure about this?”

He laughed. “Yes. As long as you are.”

She surprised herself by reaching farther in and giving him a kiss. A long, lingering, deep kiss. “Baby, I haven’t been more sure of anything. Back in a jiff.”

She ran to the house, unlocking the front door in record time. She was in the house only long enough to grab a couple pairs of undies, changes of clothes for the next couple days, and shoes. On the way out she remembered to stop by the bathroom and grab her toothbrush. Anything else she needed for two days would be in her purse.