Page 33 of All You Want
“Doing what?”
“Getting my attention. Are you sure you and Linx didn’t set this up?”
“Uh! You’re so arrogant.” I give his calf a tiny kick.
“Watch it there. I could arrest you for attacking a peace officer.”
“Oh, you have no idea how much I want to attack you.” I add a purring growl.
His body stiffens, and his Adam’s apple bobbles. I love teasing this big hunk, and he’s pretty easy to read. He’s upset I stood him up, but he deserves to be flicked off balance.
“I’m sheriff of this town.” He puts on his stern, official voice. “I uphold the law, and I need to uphold it equally. I can’t let you get above the law.”
“But I can get above the lawman, can’t I?” I waggle my paint-caked eyebrows.
“I need you to follow the law.”
“I always follow the lawman—faithfully.” A giggle slips from me. “A very stiff lawman.”
“I’m being one hundred percent professional.”
“Oh, really? And is it professional that you’re taking me to your place?”
“Why would I do that?” He actually looks shocked, his eyes wide and alert.
“I figure you’d want to clean me up yourself, because you can’t let my parents see me like this.”
He has the most hilarious “caught” expression pasted on his face.
“Don’t get your wagon ahead of your horses,” he says. “I have to file an official police report and take you home.”
“Except this isn’t the way to my home.” I point out the winding trail to the secluded cabin near the waterfall. “It’s okay, Toddkins. I need your help cleaning all of this paint from my entire body—every nook and cranny. Think you can do that? Besides, I’m running a little late for that picnic date you promised me.”
He gulps, and for tonight, I have him hooked. “I, uh, don’t have a basket.”
“Then we’ll have to make do with a TV dinner.” I move in toward his face and plaster a big, fat, wet, and paint-stained kiss over his lips.
Yum.
Thirteen
~ Todd ~
“She’ll be coming ’round the mountain when she comes. She’ll be coming ’round the mountain when she comes!!!”
Tami’s taken over my bathtub, filling it with bubble bath and scented soap. She’s lit candles and is singing at the top of her lungs. I swear she’s yelling “comes” as hard as she can to intimidate me, and she’s doing a bang-up job at it.
“She’ll be coming ’round the sheriff, coming ’round the sheriff, coming ’round the sheriff when she COMES!!!”
Yep, she’s gunning for me on full tease and hogging up my bathroom with her feminine wiles.
I’m the one who needs a shower—a very cold and freezing one. But I’m stuck pacing around my cabin like a caged grizzly surrounded by elk. Big, fat, juicy and delicious elk.
Or maybe I’m a horndog surrounded by a hundred virgins in heat—tied to a stake while they parade around me, dripping their hormonal juices in front of my nose.
My dick is at full mast, hard as an aged salami sausage, but throbbing with blood and pulsing with need. I restrain myself from touching it, pulling it out and squeezing it, knowing full well I’ll blow like a suffocating whale as soon as it surfaces.
I need to get off some steam, preferably by going outside and jumping in the cold creek, but I can’t leave her alone in my cabin. Maybe if I build a fire, I can concentrate on something other than that full-bodied operatic voice changing the lyrics of a perfectly innocent song.
