Page 142 of Wild Card
“Me too,” I admitted. “Was worried…”
“About what, darlin’?”
It was easier to say it without looking at him, with his arms wrapped around me and his fingers stroking just under the hem of my T-shirt.
“With you running for sheriff, and me being me…I was worried I’d ruin things for you, and maybe you’d need to leave to?—”
“Never,” he whispered emphatically into my ear. “I’ll be sheriff because it’s what this town needs. Butyouare what I need, and I’m never giving you up.”
I already believed in him when he didn’t leave me in that jail cell, but hearing him say he needed me made everything click into place.
I turned in his arms, choking out, “Need you too.”
Our mouths met, the kiss urgent. Dalton grabbed my hair, and even though it still hurt after all the damn pulling Jett had given it, the pain went straight to my cock.
“Fuck,” I gasped against his lips. “Bed.”
We stumbled over to the bed, kissing frantically and pushing at our clothes. Our coats came off by the front door. Our shirts went flying onto my kitchen table. We kicked off our shoes beside the bed.
I unzipped my jeans when Dalton grabbed my wrist. “Jesus, Axel. I hope you kicked Jett’s ass.”
I smirked. “That’s not a very proper statement to be making, Sheriff.”
“Fuck proper. He bruised you up.” He ran a finger over my rib, where a large red splotch marked the spot I’d taken a punch.
I grimaced. “Yeah, he’s a dirty fighter. About ripped out my hair.”
“Want us to charge him? Just say the word, baby.”
I rolled my eyes. “Weren’t you just going on aboutnotabusing the power of sheriff recently?”
“I won’t twist the law, but I can damn sure work within it.”
I chuckled. “I appreciate it, but no. I punched him in the dick. I think we’re more than even.”
Dalton winced. “Ouch.”
“In my defense, I wastryingto end the fight before the po-po could come in and grab me. Didn’t pan out.”
His eyes met mine. “Well, let me kiss it and make it all better.”
He kissed along the edge of my jaw, keeping his lips a light graze over the worst of the bruising. Then he sank to his knees and kissed the bruising to my ribs. He pressed the tip of his tongue against my skin, just a hint of wetness that made my cock ache for attention.
He kissed all around the edges of that bruise, then traveled across my lower abs to a sore spot I hadn’t even noticed on my left hip.
“Where else does it hurt?” he asked, looking up at me.
“My dick hurts a lot. My balls too.”
He chuckled, low and sexy. “I better get to work, then.”
He peeled my jeans down my legs and helped me step out of them. Dalton ran his nose along my inner thigh, all the way to the crease of my groin. I shivered, caught off-guard when he shoved my legs further apart, only the bed behind me keeping me from falling over. I braced one hand on it for balance.
Dalton sucked a hard kiss to my inner thigh, hard enough to make me gasp and curse. “I’m the only one who gets to mark you up,” he growled.
Fuck, that was so hot. I grabbed his hair and shoved his head back between my legs. “Don’t stop. Make me yours.”
Dalton turned, sucking up a mark inside my other thigh. I trembled, my cock weeping precum until my Prince Albert barbell was all slippery.
