Dangerous Deputy (4 page)

Dennis had been right. They were at his place in less than ten minutes. She was concentrating on following him so closely she didn’t get a look at the house until she’d parked her car beside his and got out.

He met her at the door to the car and took her bag from her.

“This is your place?” she asked, seeing the farmhouse for the first time.

“Yeah. It’s kind of big.”

“Kind of?” She laughed. “It’s huge.”

“My parents built it when they got married. They were hoping for a large family. Unfortunately, all they had was me.”

She detected a hint of sadness in his voice. “I’m sorry.”

He smiled. “No, that’s okay. It may have only been the three of us, but the place was always filled with love.”

“Where are your parents now?”

She followed close beside him as he started walking up to the large two-story farmhouse. “They moved into town. Dad has some health issues, and we all thought it would be better for him to be closer to help if he needs it. That’s actually why I moved back.”

“You were living in KC?”

He nodded “St. Louis, actually. I was a homicide detective there.”

“Wow. This must be a huge change.”

“It’s kind of relaxing, to be honest. After twenty years in the city, I was ready to retire and find something different.”

She giggled. “So you became a cop in a small town instead of a big city.”

He shrugged. “It’s what I know.”

He unlocked the door and gestured her inside. “Grand tour or just the bedroom?”

She looked at him with a smirk.

“Okay. Let’s pretend that didn’t come out that way. This is the living room. It doesn’t get much use. I usually watch TV in the den, which is connected to the kitchen.”

He continued to show her around the house. His parents had obviously taken a lot of time designing it. It had recently been updated as well, either by Dennis or his parents. It was absolutely perfect.

By the time they got upstairs and to the master bedroom, she felt like she knew his entire family history. Everything he told her just made him more attractive to her than he had been before. When he opened the door, she walked inside with an eagerness she hadn’t expected.

She’d just had mind-blowing sex less than an hour before, and here she was ready for more. He dropped her bag onto one of the dressers. The first time she’d seen him, she’d been blown away by his good looks. She’d dreamed about having him that night. Now that she’d had sex with him in real life, he seemed even more impressive.

He was tall, well over six feet, and built like a Greek god. She knew, even with his shirt covering it, that his wide chest rippled with muscles that were capable of delivering what they promised. His short dark brown hair had just enough curl to it that she couldn’t wait to run her fingers through it. She just knew it was going to be as soft as it looked. He was a man who took care of himself.

He walked to a door on the left and opened it. His ass fit in his jeans snugly, making her yearn to take them off him inch by inch.
Fuck it
. That was what she was here for, wasn’t it?

“This is the bathroom,” he said as he turned on the light. “Toilet behind that door, separate shower and tub.” He turned around and bumped into her.

“Show me,” she said, her body pressed against his. “I feel
dirty
.”

The smile he gave her sent shivers down her body once again. He backed into the bathroom, with her inches from him.

She shut the door firmly behind them. She leaned against the door and motioned to him to keep walking. When he was a few feet from her once again, she spoke. “Shirt.”

He raised an eyebrow and shook his head.

“I said shirt. Remove it.”

He shook his head again and held his arms out. “You do it.”

She pushed herself off the door and gave him the look that scared her nieces half to death. “Are you really going to tell me you’re refusing a direct order?”

He smirked.

“Well then, I guess that’s your loss. Only I know what you were going to get for being a good boy.” Her gaze darted to the bulge showing in his pants, and then she licked her lips.

Quickly, he brought his hands to the first button on the shirt and started to unfasten it.

“Slowly,” she told him, eager to savor every minute.

He followed her directions, unbuttoning each button, revealing hard, beautiful pecs that made her mouth water. She wanted nothing more than to run her hands over his chest, but she made herself wait.

When he was done, he stopped completely. Apparently he was waiting for further orders. She debated a few seconds, enjoying the disheveled look of a man with an open shirt hanging on his body.

“Off.” The man was stripper material. The way he managed to pull the shirt from his body, causing each and every muscle to ripple in the light, made her mouth water and her eager for more. Julia was a sucker for a well-muscled man. She wasn’t crazy about bodybuilder types, but give her a man with defined abs and arms that looked like he wasn’t a stranger to hard work, and she was a goner. Dennis definitely fit the description.

She slowly walked to him and stretched her hand out to his chest. She let it hover there for a few seconds before finally touching him. His skin was smooth and warm. Small tendrils of hair tickled her palm. She had to stroke him, feeling the hard muscles beneath the skin.

He had a six-pack of abs she couldn’t resist running her hand over. Not an ounce of fat on him, and nearly perfect. She curled her fingers and lightly ran her nails across his chest. His quick intake of breath made her smile.

She debated playing with him some more but decided she had time for that later. Instead, she laid her palm against his abs once again before dragging her hand around his body.

She couldn’t resist; she stroked his shoulders. The strength in his arms was evident in his upper back. Julia glanced at his ass. How she wanted to grab it and squeeze it, maybe give it a little spank. But she would much rather do it later, when he was stark naked in front of her. Instead, she stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear. “I am going to get into the shower now. I’d like it fairly warm and at full strength. You may join me, but I will warn you I am very particular about how my hair is washed.” She ran her right hand around his waist and patted his package at the front of his pants.

She turned her back to him and walked toward the vanity. The shower was now behind her, and she heard the sounds of him turning the water on as she undressed. It was only then she remembered he still had her underwear in his pocket. She was going to need to get those back.

She walked back to the shower and stepped through the door to let the water wash over her. The man truly was into personal pleasure. He not only had a rain shower-head, but he had two other shower-heads, one on either side of the shower. Water hit her from three different directions, and she was in heaven.

By the time Dennis joined her, she was of two minds whether to continue with her plan or just enjoy the shower. His touch on the back of her shoulders decided it for her. She could enjoy a lonely shower later. Right now she wanted the taste of this man in her mouth.

He gently pulled her head back and stroked her hair, drawing nearly as many moans from her as he had when they’d been having sex. Tingles ran down her neck, spreading throughout her body in a reaction she’d never expected. He gathered the long strands together and ran his fingers through them, rubbing her scalp like a professional. She bowed her head, pleasure radiating from his touch. His slow, circular motions made her putty in his hands, willing to do anything he wanted if he would just keep doing what he was doing. He stopped for a moment, and the smell of coconut drifted to her nose as he dribbled the shampoo onto her hair. Immediately he returned to his ministrations.

Julia had always found getting her hair washed very relaxing, but his fingers did more than relax her. Slow waves of pleasure washed over her. Her hands went to her nipples. She tweaked and twisted them, pleasure building inside her quickly.

The water caressed her as it ran down her body. Dennis moved closer, his heat warming her straight through. He continued playing with her hair. Suds ran down her neck, the bubbles popping on her skin. She squeezed her nipples harder, teasing them almost to the point of pain.

Currents ran up and down her body. Her hands, his hands, the water itself woke her body to a fever pitch excitement. She squeezed her legs. She knew she wasn’t going to come just from him washing her hair, but damn it felt good. Her body was alive, her pussy pulsing, wanting attention.

She leaned back against Dennis, and his arms wrapped around her. She grabbed at them. She wiggled against him slightly. She felt content. His arms slid around her waist, and he pulled her against him. “Damn, do you have that same reaction when you go to the salon? I hope you warn the shampoo girl first.”

“Hush. I’m in charge here.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He released her and backed up a step. She turned around. Julia grabbed the soap he had sitting on one of the shower shelves and started sudsing up her hands.

She brought the bar to his chest and slowly stroked his skin. She caressed him with the same care he’d given her. It was more a pleasure for her than a chore as she enjoyed the feel of his firm body beneath her hands. The small tendrils of hair he had across his chest tickled her palms. She curled her fingers in the hair, playing with it for a moment before moving on.

She slid from his chest to his shoulders and arms, rubbing and cleaning as she went. He dropped his head back and swallowed hard. His hands grasped at her waist and clenched tightly.

Julia let her hands dance over his upper body much as his had done to her earlier in the evening. Even wet and unable to hide anything, he was perfection personified.

Her hands skipped up his arms and shoulders, then to his waist. She reached behind him and felt the strength in his back muscles before bringing her hands forward once again.

She pushed against his chest, forcing him against the tile. He could have resisted—her strength would never be a match for his—but followed her lead readily.

He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes for what seemed like an eternity. She stroked his lips with her thumb. He captured her thumb between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth. A stab of desire went straight to her pussy. She pulled away, smiling at him, and slowly dropped to her knees.

His moan was loud enough she could hear him even over the water as it pounded on her back and his chest. She grasped his waist, moving her hands around to his cheeks, and felt the tight ass she’d only had a chance to view in his jeans.

Tight, smooth, and perfect.

She slid her hands forward again, only then realizing she’d lost the soap somewhere in her travels and not caring one bit. Her hands were slick enough for what she was after.

Julia reached for his cock. She cupped the long, thick shaft for a moment before gently stroking it. The soap suds lubricated each caress. He slid smoothly between her palms, every centimeter teasing her as she teased him. She lost herself in her movements, enjoying the sensations her touch created.

A groan pulled her attention upward, and she saw Dennis had his head back, this time against the wall, and his eyes were closed. His breathing was fast and shallow, his chest moving rapidly.

When she stopped, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. “Woman.” His voice was hoarse, strained.

“Yes?” Her voice, in contrast, was soft and gentle.

“Stop torturing me already.”

She giggled. Again. Between that and her behavior, if she didn’t know better, she’d wonder what alien had taken control of her body tonight and left her as a voyeur.

Looking up at the strain and pleasure on his face, however, she decided she didn’t care what had come over her tonight. She loved the new her and was going to live it to the fullest.

All the suds were long gone, but she was far from done.

She grasped his cock gently and leaned in to take it into her mouth. She moved slowly, as she had earlier. His cock slid between her lips, and she savored every bit. He was heavy against her tongue. She grabbed him at the base of his shaft and kept him buried inside her mouth. His cock twitched as she positioned it.

His moan was more than enough to assure her that he liked what she was doing.

She played with him, running her tongue around the shaft as she sucked on it. She squeezed him, pumping his cock from the base to her lips. Julia loved giving blowjobs, loved the feel of a man’s penis in her mouth, between her lips. She felt each little twitch of his cock as his body responded to her actions.

He was so responsive Julia was afraid he wasn’t going to last very long. She didn’t think he would be able to stand much more teasing. Doubling her efforts, she switched from teasing to pleasing. She massaged his balls with her other hand, playing with them as she continued to suck and lick his shaft.

She was right. His cock jumped in her mouth, his moaning increased, and she could hear his breath, harsh and jagged.

His hands wrapped in her hair, pulling and tugging at her gently.

She ignored his gestures to stop and instead continued her efforts. When he came, it was with a shout and a shudder, calling out her name as he shot his cum into her mouth.

She swallowed quickly, taking it all, the warm creamy liquid sliding down her throat. He reached down and helped her up. “Fuck. Okay. I’m spent.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him.

Chapter Three

“What on earth are you doing?” Dennis’s voice rang through the kitchen. Julia turned to look at him, her breath in her throat as fear and then surprise overwhelmed her.

“Oh, Julia. God, woman, what put that look on your face?”

Just as quickly, Julia looked down to the eggs she was beating. When Dennis came up behind her and put his arms around her shoulders, she stopped the whisk. “Sorry.”

He turned her around and put his hand under her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Don’t you sorry me. I saw a look of fear on your face.”