Page 10 of Bred By The Deputy
That kiss, those dirty words, they set me ablaze as I come hard. My entire body feels it, from the crown of my head to the crown of my cock. I pump my hips slowly, not wanting to pull out. Not wanting to risk a drop going to waste. I rub her belly as she kisses me deeply, her tongue stroking mine hungrily.
Falling to the side of her, I drag her close, still buried inside her. I kiss her throat, her shoulders, the curve of her collar, and the dip between her breasts. I press my lips over her left breast, feeling her heart galloping. I smile and gather her close, brushing her hair back from her face.
Lying in the dark together, we share the same air as we settle in together. Our voices fill the room soon enough, talking in whispers as we trade stories. I tell her about my time in the military and she tells me about fighting crooked military in South America.
“My girl likes getting herself in trouble. It’s a good thing you came speeding through my town—now I’m going to deal with your troubles.”
Chapter Six
Della
Knowing who I want to be always got in my way.
Figuring out the sort of life Iwantedversus the one I was living was an unexpected blow. For too long I accepted being an accessory on the arm of a criminal. I fooled myself that he was just an edgy man who worked with even edgier men. I knew the truth. He was more than a stereotypical bad boy persona - the late-night meetings, imposing presence and his flair for violence meant real danger.
“Two nights ago, well, no it’s been almost four now, hasn’t it,” I cut myself off as I lie on my stomach, moaning as Dole’s hands work magic on me in a masterful massage. “I went to end things with Mateo. Ouch, I am sorry I dated someone before I knew you existed,” I whine when he swats my bare ass, chuckling.
“You ought to be, darlin’. I am sure sorry I ever wasted a moment on any other woman before you,” he bends close to purr at my ear, his big body weighing me down as he goes back to massaging me.
Dole woke me up with gentle kisses down my spine, but this thing between us does not feel gentle. Dragging me back against him, he cradled me close as he sunk his thickness into me, working me to a fast orgasm as his rough fingers rubbed at my clit. Over breakfast, I said something about all the oils and creams in his bathroom and he lit up, offering a massage.
Now I am laid out in his spare room, bare and oiled up as soft classical music plays. It is dark and intimate, and I know I can tell him anything, and trust him with everything. The minute his hands started working on me, his questions started. How Imet Mateo, why I dated him forfour months, how didn’t I see the signs?
Dole is a damn good deputy because I am confessing everything.
“It was going to be the last time I saw him. I never even got to the penthouse. Parked in the garage, working up the courage to face him, I saw him. Or I saw his ridiculous Bentley. It was so dark, darker than usual. That’s how I saw those two bursts of fire, two pop-pops. Know what’s the craziest thing? I couldn’t believe he would make a mess in that fucking car. “Oh, that’s good, right there, deputy,” I sigh as he rubs delicious circles on my shoulders, taking away the tension that has wound my entire body tight for days.
Truth is, the moment I looked up at him from the side of the road, this big, beautiful deputy pulling me over, that tension began to fade. I was hoping to hide here from Mateo until I figured out what to do. Now I know I don’t need tohopefor anything.
Dole will never let anyone hurt me on his watch.
“Guess those sorts of guys enjoy making a scene. That beat-up Ford out there goes to show what sort of guy I am. Never need to make a scene, no worries about that darlin’.”
Laughing with him, I nod, sighing dreamily as his thighs pin my hips down. His touch makes my heart dance in my chest. Heat hums between my thighs, my clit rubbing against the plush carpet beneath us. Dole has kept me humming since we first walked into this cabin almost two days ago.
That first night we made love all night. Lying in bed until the sunrise spilled gold and pink in through the windows, we shared hushed whispers and soft laughs. It seems impossible but it feels as if I have forgotten who I was when I came speeding into town. Maybe becausethatwoman was never really who I wanted to be.
This, sharing all the moments I have shared with this man, laughing, talking honestly, being unashamed of myself,this iswho I want to be. I want to be proud of what I put out in the world, proud of the good I did with Quinn, Brielle, Lennon, and other friends who tried to use the reach given to us by our wealth.
“Hmm, I will make enough scenes for both of us, deputy,” I tease, turning to grin back at him.
Dole’s face lights up because I have done it again. During the throes of the best sex of my life—honestly, did I ever even have sex before this man?—we said a lot of things. Obsessive things. Outlandish things. Ovulation-related things. Even when I am not drunk on orgasms, I catch myself saying things about a future “us” and each time, he lights up as bright as his red and blues.
“You go on and make any scene you want, darlin’. I will be there to deal with whatever comes our way.”
Lying my head down on my arms, I close my eyes. This might be the craziest thing I have ever done. Nuttier than marching in Ukraine. Wilder than going to Haiti in hurricane season. Crazier than dating a literal criminal I witnessed kill someone.
Falling for Dole might be nuts but here I am, tripping, tumbling.
“I bet you will. God your hands are magic. Is this something I can look forward to in my future, deputy?”
“Yeah, sweetheart,” he husks against my ear as he bends forward. His hips rock against my ass, sending that spark of pleasure to my clit again. I moan and he chuckles, kissing my throat. “Plenty more where this comes from. Matter of fact, go take a shower, I need to take you somewhere.”
“What about…I mean what about all I just told you?”
Twisting me beneath him, he grabs both my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head. Settling back on his knees to take his weight off me, he stares down at me. Dole looks at me unlike anyone else ever has. I modeled for most of my life, so I’ve gotten a gamut of looks. This look, his look, it’s not like any of them.
Dole looks at me as if I am the only thing in his world.
