Page 64 of Kandie Shoppe

“You’re funny when you’re drunk,” I say, unable to stop myself from chuckling.

“Not drunk, tipsy but I ain’t never drunk, Sheriff.” She stills when I place the knife beneath her shirt.

Not giving her a second to change her mind, I slice through the thin material. The blouse falls in tatters to the floor with a few more strategic swipes of my blade. Grasping her bra, I pull the material with one finger and slit through the lace like it’s softened butter.

“You owe me fifty dollars,” she gasps, her D-cups bouncing free to settle in their natural sag. My dick starts bricking up watching the way her nipples harden when the cool air forced into the shower touches them.

“Should’ve thought of that before you tried to defy me.” Getting down on my haunches, I wince at the press of my hard dick against the uniform material. Snagging the bottom, I work the edge of the knife into her cutoffs and start a slow slice up.

“Stop it, U,” she pants. I don’t have to touch her or see to know her pussy is wet.

“Uh-uh, what happened to me being a fucking monster?” Anger eats me up as I work my way up to her waist, the blade pressed opposite her skin but still there, still a reminder of what I may do as the villain she’s painted me as. The villain she still wants to fuck, regardless of my deeds. Abruptly, she shifts.

“Ow,” she shies away.

“Be the fuck still, wildcat.” I finish with a hard slice, exposing her entire left thigh, part of her soft round tummy, and pussy. I can see how the curls glisten with wetness for me and it takes everything in me not to bury my head between her thick thighs right now.

“See what you made me do?” Whispering, I eye the drop of blood welling right at the dip of her hip. Darting my tongue, I lick up the droplet before sucking the spot, pulling more of her deliciousness into my mouth. My dick thrums in response. She cups the back of my head for a brief moment before shoving me away after her sense returns a beat too late.

“Get off me, fiend,” she hisses.

“Only for you, darling.” Tugging the other leg, I watch as the rest of her lusciously plump body is revealed to me.

“Such a pretty pussy for such a bad girl.” Rising I come to my feet. Wariness clouds her gaze and has me stepping back. Too late to hide my reaction to her, I allow my gaze to caress what she’s denied me these long weeks.

“Use that one, it has the better water pressure.” I nod to the stall in front of us.

“Oh, so you’re not going to make me shower with you?” She quips. I know what she’s really asking.

“I don’t fuck drunk women.” I shove down my pants unashamed that she sees the effect she has on me and head to the shower to the left of hers.

Letting the hot spray wash over me I relax for the first time in weeks. It’s not because I got to taste and touch her as much as Idared to, it was finally seeing her face. It didn’t matter that it was screwed up in disgust of who she’s convinced herself that I am. It didn’t matter that she turned from me, curled into the corner of the cab of my truck, trying to get as far away from me as possible. None of that matters. Just breathing her air is enough.

The aches and tension in my body ease, but my dick still demands attention. I’ll be damned if I fuck my fist with her next to me trying to get clean. I can smell the clean scent of the soap as she washes, imagining how she must look touching her beautiful breasts, using the washcloth similar to the one I have smothering it in soap. Bubbles sliding down her flanks gather into those soft curls I wanted to bury my head and then my dick in.

“Fuck.” Come erupts from my dick without me even touching myself at the thought. Quickly rinsing off the evidence, hoping she didn’t hear me under the harsh spray, I finish my shower with the efficiency I learned from my years in the service.

Getting out, I dry myself then use the county issued moisturizer. “Aye, hurry up, jailbird,” I call. “I started after you and I’m already done,” I call over just as she pokes her head out of the shower with the plastic cap she put on dripping water all over the floor.

“Well, I did more than just rinse off. I have more parts to clean.” Pulling the towel around her, she steps out of the shower stall. The tower doesn’t quite cover all of her. The slit exposes one side of her breasts down to her ankle. “Give me another towel,” she demands, seeking my naked perusal.

“No, I’m using enough county resources on you.” Turning from her, I give her the privacy she wants when I go get the county issued jumpsuits for all the prisoners and pull a gray sweatsuit with Sheriff’s Dept. emblazoned across the back.

Her gaze rakes up my body when I return, snagging on my dick. “Don’t ever say shit about me not wearing panties in yourlife.” She rolls her eyes as her mouth curls into a pout. “You’re such a hypocrite, I swear.” Rounding on me she adds, “But that should come as no surprise to me when you have the nerve to always be trying to throw people in this janky ass jail when your ass is out here a whole ass trifling ass trafficker, but, hey.” She throws her arms up in a wide arc. “It’s so on brand for y’all Shelbys, isn’t it?”

Letting her words sink in, I stand looking down at her, anger licking at what I can’t deny without exposing her more to the enterprise than she already has. Finding out my part, even Angel’s, is not the problem. Finding the people those kids were slated to go to died with Rudy and without that knowledge, we don’t know how far or deep this particular enterprise goes. Angel is doing his best to find out, but he’s more than a little distracted trying to find Easy. The longer she is gone, the more unhinged he becomes.

“Seems like you’ve got me all figured out.” Grabbing her elbow, I drag her along with me. She digs her heels in when I pull her past her favorite cell. I find it interesting she always ends up in the same cell. Why no one has realized she escapes from the same cell seems a little too convenient.

“Not tonight, wildcat. You going rogue while the El Diablos are out for blood is a bad idea,” I tell her, taking her down to a cell that has a clear view to the lobby camera. No, we can’t violate their privacy, but this cell just so happens to fall just within the line of sight. Which is why it’s usually left empty, but not tonight.

“U,” she digs in, not wanting to budge. She doesn’t plead, though. She stops looking around the small five-by-seven little room.

“I’m trying to keep you safe,” I ground out in the silence, giving her a light shove.

She swings around, looking me dead in the eyes, her eyes brown bruises. “Who’s going to protect me from you?” Shepulls her trembling bottom lip into her mouth to stop it from trembling. When she steps back, something erupts in me. I can’t name it. I don’t want to. It’s too raw, too fucking real. The way she looks is fucking slaying me.

“Stop. Hurting. Yourself.” I snatch her to me. The words sound like wounds to my own ears. “No one is going to protect you from me, wildcat. No one is going to fucking keep me from you. And right now, that makes you the luckiest lady in this town because I’m the only thing keeping Angel off your ass. He’s not playing about Easy. He’s not going to stop until he gets his wife back.” Shoving against my chest, she tries to fight herself free. But I can’t let her go. This is wrong. I hold power here. I shouldn’t be touching her. I’m way past that. I’m the evil incarnate she thinks I am and I don’t care that she knows it.

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