Page 48 of Sheriff's City Girl

She looked up at me with greedy, lustful eyes. “I want you inside of me, Mason.” Her tone was sultry as she wiggled her hips, grinding against me. “Please,” she moaned.

I took in the sight of her ample, round breasts as I leaned over her, taking her lips with mine. The kiss was hot and heady, and locking lips with Emma was the equivalent of getting drunk on the most potent fine wine.

And maybe even better than that.

I pressed myself into her, her tight pussy clenching around my cock. A soft groan left my throat as I nearly burst with pleasure. Her face contorted as I thrusted into her over and over, light cries filling the bedroom.

“You’re so tight, baby,” I said to her, kissing the nape of her neck as I kept working. Everything about her felt so… right.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” she murmured, threading her fingers through my hair.

I growled in response, fucking her harder. Our bodies slapping against each other filled the room, and it was…

It was heaven.

I lifted away from her, my eyes holding her as I edged closer to climax. “You’re so good,” I groaned, just before I exploded, my cock pulsing inside her.

I opened my eyes, the warm water of the shower growing cold. “Ugh,” I muttered, reaching over and shutting off the water. Jess coming home right in the middle of Emma and I getting intimate had left me desperate to finish the scene…

And that had become my shower routine.

Grabbing for a towel, I stepped out of the shower and began to dry myself off, ignoring the thoughts about Emma that were still plaguing my mind. We were planning to go to the gala, but beyond that… I hadn’t asked her on another date…

And I had no idea if she was still into it.

I caught wind of hesitancy when we discussed it all, but I wasn’t sure if it was the nature of what we were talking about… or the date. I was starting to get attached to Emma, and as terrifying as it was…

It was exhilarating.

The sound of the front door opening interrupted my thoughts, however, and I finished throwing on my clothes and took off sprinting toward it, wondering who the hell was coming or going. It was nearly nine o’clock, and Jess had been in her room all evening, working on an essay for her history class.

I glanced around the living room, noting that it was vacant. “Jess?” I called out before ripping the unlocked front door open. My eyes instantly grabbed onto the sight of my daughter in a cropped white T-shirt, heading down the driveway. “Where are you going?” I shouted, bounding down the steps and heading straight for her.

And what the hell is she wearing?

Jess stopped in her tracks and spun around, guilt written in her expression. “Uh… I thought you were in bed….”

“And even if I was, that gives you some right to run off…like that? You need to make to the house, pronto.” It was taking everything I had not to go off on her, but I knew that wasn’t the right avenue to take with her. It only ever made things worse.

Jess rolled her eyes at me. “I was going to hang out with Dara.”

“At this time of night?” I demanded, pointing back to the house when she wasn’t budging. “Get moving.”

“No,” she folded her arms across her chest. “I’m sixteen years old. My curfew is like eleven. That’s two hours.”

“It doesn’t work like that,” I growled, feeling my face grow hot as my temper flared. “I don’t even believe you’re meeting Dara at the end of that driveway. She always drives up to the house.”

Jess took a deep breath, and I knew I had caught her. “You don’t know that.”

“So, if I call Lily right now, she will confirm that Dara is waiting for you at the end of the driveway?”

“Don’t go all freaking cop on me,” Jess suddenly shouted, stomping her way right past me. “I swear, you literally don’t even care about my life.”

What?

“What does that have to do with lying to me about where you’re going? How many other times have you lied to me about it, Jess?” My voice strained as I followed her toward the front porch. I felt the need to rip my hair out. Maybe I had been so fucking caught up in Emma and the mess with Lucas that I was missing what was going on in my own daughter’s life.

“I wouldn’t lie to you if you’d just let me live my life!” Jess was shaking her head as she ripped the front door open and then slammed it shut…

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