Page 26 of Sheltered by the Lawman

Chapter 8

ALONE IN THE apartment, Monica undressed and crawled into bed. She stared up at the dark ceiling, tired but sleep was evasive. Although the sheets were clean she could still smell Cull in the space. His robust scent of leather, soap and sandalwood teased her senses. She liked the smell and found it comforting, and a turn on at the same time. Knowing that he’d slept right here in the same bed, his head resting on the same pillow, wrapped her in a desire that left her yearning for more from him.

Did he sleep in boxers? Or in the nude?

Her nipples tingled and the warm sensation traveled to her pink parts. Her inner thighs moistened and she needed relief from the overwhelming desire threading through her veins.

Slipping her hand inside of the hem of her panties, she touched the warm, throbbing mound covered by soft hair. The heat radiating from her center warmed her knuckles. Dragging the lace material down her hips she didn’t remove them all the way, only enough that she could part her legs.

Monica touched the moist slit and found her swollen clit, swirling the bead under the pad of her finger. She moved slowly at first, adjusting to the touch, then she built up the rhythm as her body ached for more. Her hips naturally bucked, and soon warm tingly sensations ambushed her lower body and curled her toes. Her juices turned thicker, coating her fingers and the scent of pleasure reached her nostrils. Her mind drifted to Cull—beautiful, large, commanding Cull—imagining that his hands were on her most sensitive parts, coaxing her toward a release she needed. Slipping a finger inside her channel, she felt her vaginal walls clench. Butterflies fluttered in her belly and her heart skipped a beat.

A vision of him kissing her neck, her chest, and suckling her erect nipples bombarded her. His tongue would roll along the puffy pillows, following the line of her body to where his fingers would be buried in her. Her inner thighs quivered, her back arched and she spread her legs wider, sipping sweet oxygen. Her narrow passage spasmed. Pressing two fingers into her wet body, she pressed the heel of her hand against her clit. “Cull,” she cried out. She was so close…so, so close.

His whiskered jaw would scrape nicely against her sensitive flesh while his tongue would work magic between her legs, lapping up her flowing juices, relishing in her taste. The fantasy seemed so real that she swore she could feel his warmth, the heaviness of his body pressing against her as he prepared to enter her.

Tremors took hold of her body as she bucked her hips. Her cries echoed off the walls as release came like a crashing of waves. Breathless and spent, she removed her hand and sucked in deep breaths until the shudders faded and her release calmed. Adjusting her panties, she dragged the blanket up to her chin.

Tomorrow she would be better. She would keep her hands, and thoughts, to herself.

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Cull couldn’t sleep so he reached for the book on the nightstand. His feet were pressed against the footboard of the too short bed, but he guessed it was better than sleeping on the couch. The words on the page started to swirl. He couldn’t concentrate. Since Monica had gone back to her apartment he hadn’t thought of anything but her beautiful smile. Her amazing eyes. And that she wasn’t the sweet, innocent woman he saw her as. He was a smart man who’d been in law long enough to know he couldn’t trust everyone. So then, why did he keep allowing Monica to coax him down a road where he didn’t belong? He knew women well enough to know when they used their bodies to snag a man, or manipulate, and he didn’t see that in her. In fact, she seemed almost shy.

Shy? An escort shy?

He chuckled. He was losing his mind and his instincts.

The door opened and Cull darted a glance up. Could it be Monica? His sister, Kiersten, peeked in and his heart dropped. “For goodness sakes, Cull. What the hell are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? Don’t you knock?” He dragged the comforter over his boxers.

“Don’t you live in the garage apartment now? I saw the light on so I just assumed you were over there.”

“Long story,” he grumbled. Did he really want to get into it with his sister at midnight?

“Good thing I have all the time in the world.” She crossed his bedroom.

“Whoa! Where are you going?”

“To use your bathroom. My toilet isn’t working. I’ve had to pee a hundred miles ago.” She hurried inside the bathroom and closed the door. “Ma and Pa are asleep and I didn’t want to disturb them. How are they doing?” He heard the toilet flush and the water in the sink.

“They’re good. Why?”

The door to the bathroom came open. “Because Ma said she needed to speak to all of us kids.” She wiped her wet hands down the thighs of her jeans. His sister was the feminine version of the Cade boys. She was fairly tall, slender, and always had a dozen men or so vying for her attention. Growing up, he and his brothers were all the time fighting boys who disrespected her or thought they’d take advantage. When she got older and started complaining that they were inhibiting her chances of ever settling down, they’d backed off some and had to start vetting the male population more subtly. As far as Cull knew, she wasn’t ready to settle down, but he wondered if men were intimidated because growing up with five brothers Kiersten had learned to be as tough as nails.

“Mom didn’t say a word to me.”

Kiersten plopped down on the end of the bed and propped her chin on her clasped hands. “Ma did mention something about a guest. I guess I assumed she was already gone.”

“She’ll be here a bit longer.” He closed his book and set it on the nightstand.

“Oh…one of those guests, huh? So then why are you here in bed with your Ninja Turtle friends and not sharing the bed over at your place?”

He looked down at the twin sheets with the popular characters that he loved when he was a kid. Not so much now. “I didn’t put these sheets on the bed. These must have been the only ones Ma could find.”

“Yeah, right.” She pointed a short, black polished nail at him.

“And don’t start that stuff,” he warned.

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