Page 84 of Awakening the Sheriff

When he showed up, I had everything ready for him. Like always, I couldn’t resist the need to kiss him as soon as he stepped inside. I curled my hand around his neck, angled his head, and brought our mouths together. Christ, I loved kissing him. Even the touch of our tongues had sparks exploding in my body. His lips were soft and firm at the same time, and he was always so eager to kiss me back.

Someone made a low, needy sound, and I was a little surprised to discover it was me. Maybe the preparations I’d done had already put me in the right mood. Hunger roared inside me, and I delved deeper, probing my tongue into Keaton’s mouth while I slid my hand down Keaton’s back, then slipped under the waistband of his slacks.

He liked it when I squeezed his ass. Tonight, I was about to find out what else he liked having done to his ass. I’d done my research, and god help me, but I was going to try something new.

“Mmm, that’s how I like to be greeted,” Keaton murmured against my lips.

“I could kiss you all night.”

“Same, but considering I have about”—he checked his watch—“two hours until I need to be back, we may want to prioritize something else. We have a lifetime ahead of us for kissing.”

We did, and I loved that he was as confident about that as I was. Neither of us had been coy when it came to our future. We hadn’t said the big words yet, but we both felt them. Of that, I was sure.

I held out my hand. “Wanna join me in going upstairs?”

“With pleasure.”

Hand in hand, we walked up the stairs. I let him enter the bedroom first, and as he stepped inside, he gasped. I’d hung string lights, which offered a soft, intimate glow, and in the background, Chopin was playing. Rose petals were considered romantic, but I cared little for finding those between my sheets weeks later, so instead, I’d scattered chocolate hearts across the bed.

“Auden…” Keaton whispered. “It looks amazing.”

I wrapped my arms around him from behind. “I wanted you to relax for a bit, let go of everything.”

“You’re off to a great start.”

“Can I undress you?”

“Please.”

I went slow as I took off his shirt, kissing every inch of bare skin I revealed. His shoulder, which I peppered with kisses. His collarbone, where I created a new hickey. His nipples, which I liked to suck on. They were sensitive for him, though not so much for me. One more way in which our bodies were very different.

I worked my way down his body, exploring every inch, kissing and licking, scratching him with my beard or my teeth. When he stood naked in front of me, he was trembling, hard as iron. “Auden…”

“Go lie on the edge of the bed.”

I’d pondered the best position for this next step, and I’d decided this would be easiest. Him on the edge of the bed with me kneeling between his legs. A soft pillow was already waiting for me, and I made quick work of my clothes, then sank to my knees.

“What are you—”

“Let me take care of you. Please.”

Keaton nodded.

“Pull your legs up for me?”

Understanding dawned in his eyes, but he didn’t say anything, and I was grateful. I wanted to do this. For him but also for me.

Keaton had cleaned himself, smelling fresh and like pine—his shower gel. I wouldn’t have minded his natural odor, but for the next step, his being clean would help. I’d put wet wipes within reach, just in case he wouldn’t have had time to shower, but I wouldn’t need those.

I took a deep breath, then moved in. Like he had done to me that first time, I went for his balls first. Had to build up to the main course, right? After a tentative lick, my confidence grew, and I dug in. He loved it when I used my teeth on the sensitive skin. I nibbled my way around, using my beard to scratch him in his intimate places.

His ass was lovely. Another thing I never thought I would say about a man’s butt, but here we were. His flesh had a little jiggle, a little bounce I loved. I dropped kisses on both ass cheeks, then gently bit down, eliciting a beautiful, deep moan from Keaton. Another mental note added to my file of things Keaton loved.

As much as I wanted to give blowing him a try, that would have to wait for another time. We had a limited amount of hours together tonight, and I had planned something else. I teased my index finger down his crease, and he shivered in response. When I did it again, he groaned. “Tease.”

“Maybe you’ll like this better.”

I replaced my finger with my mouth and dropped open-mouth kisses along his crack from the very tip down to his balls. And when I had reached the end, I went back up, only this time, using my tongue. As I passed his hole and gave it a nice little lick, he muttered something I couldn’t make out. Was he cursing? I’d never heard him use actual curse words, so that would be a first.

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