Page 6 of Bred By The Deputy
“Yeah, I want to know why.”
“Good, now let’s go take a shower.”
Standing, I reach for her, laughing when I scoop her up fireman style, surprising her. With ease I hold her against me, my heart thundering in my chest. Her head tips back, those bright eyes of her locking on mine. I can’t look away and truth be told, I don’t want to. Not when I am certain of one thing that I have never been sure of before.
“Tell me why, Dole,” she whispers gently, eyes searching mine.
Setting her down atop the vanity in the bathroom, the one I built when I first redid this cabin, I pause. Turning away, I start the shower as I figure out how to word it. How do you explain what I just realized? What I am feeling for the first time? Looking at her again, both of us as bare as the day we were born, beyond our nakedness, I smile at her.
“Because darlin’. It takesone kissto know. They always said that. I always thought I believed it. Before I kissed you, I don’t think I did.”
“Believed what? What do you know after one kiss?”
“One kiss, Della, and I knew you were going to be it for me, the woman I give my last name to, and my children to.”
“Dole…” Della trails off as I lift her against me, stepping under the shower with her.
“If you don’t mind, I kind of want to get started on all of that as soon as possible, darlin’.”
Chapter Four
Della
Coming clean can mean a lot of things.
Hot water pours down on my flushed skin as I press back against Dole, letting him run his big, rough hands over me. I’ve been clean for twenty minutes but neither of us cares. He even washed my hair with his sandalwood-scented soap, and I wanted to drown in that scent. I tip my head back on his shoulder just to get another hit of it.
I’ve been intimate with another man before. It never felt this way. Not thatanythingwith Dole feels like it ever did before. I’ve never experiencedintimacythe way we’ve been intimate tonight. Not this way. It started the moment we slid into that booth earlier tonight as if we’d done it a hundred times before.
We ordered the same thing and shared a smile, and I decided I wanted to do it a hundred more times.
“You smell so good,” I hum against his throat, his strong arms banded across my breasts.
“You smell even better now that you smell like mine,” he replies, kissing my shoulder as his palm rubs at one of my nipples.
“Dole don’t start again,” I whimper, my thighs starting to tremble as I press back against him. I need him to hold me up.
Before he started cleaning me with his bare hands and that delicious soap, he pinned me to the wall with his huge body. Mouth marking my skin, his fingers made me come twice. He watched me with fascination in his dark eyes each time I came, each time I cried out for him to stop just to beg him to keep going.
Now his hand slips between my thighs again, soap sluicing off us both as he spreads me open. I moan, fingers clutching at his muscled thighs as he rubs at my clit gently. It's too much. Sweet torture I cannot get enough of. My pleasure seems to please him more than if he were getting his own.
“God, you’re perfection,” he muses as his thick fingers curl inside me. “I am lucky it was me out on patrol tonight. How else would I have found you?”
“Oh, I was just getting started breaking the law ‘round here, deputy.”
“As long as I am the one who gets to lock you up, break all the laws you want, darlin’.”
We laugh together after I mock his slightly southern twang playfully. My laugh becomes a deep, throaty moan as his palm presses down on my clit. How could I forget his magic hands were still toying with me? I gasp out loud when his hand pulls at my stiff nipple, his fingers pumping inside me at the same time. Sinking my fingers into his thighs, I cry out as another orgasm twists up like a storm inside of me, wrecking whoever I was before he started touching me.
Dole washes us both off again, being tender with my sensitive lady parts. I am not as gentle with his big, thick, man parts, staring up at him as I stroke him to an orgasm that I don’t want him to wash off me. He does though, promising me there is plenty more where that came from. Literally.
“You said something about feeding me, didn’t you?”
Grinning at me as we towel off, he nods. I don’t bother pretending I am not staring at the thick length between his legs because I am. And I don’t plan to stop. It’s a thing of beauty. Not that I have much to compare it to. Reaching out as he starts to fuss with my wet hair, I stroke it again, loving how velvety soft it feels even as it grows hard in my hands.
“Not feeding you that just yet. Another time. We need to eat because this is just getting started. Need to take care of my girl.”
Flushing hot as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close, I nod. I press against his firm chest, feeling his heartbeat thudding against my cheek. I close my eyes and take a shaky breath. I am scared so I am being reckless. Because Dole is the first person to make me feel safe after everything I went through.
