Page 30 of Sheriff's Dirty Secret
Before Luke could move away, my hands had a mind of their own. They wrapped around his shoulders and settled at the back of his head. I knew there was no changing our course. He was right. I was his, but in turn, he was mine, too.
“But not of you. Never of you,” I confessed. “I’m scared of how real this is, of how much I feel for you. The first time I saw you—“ My voice cracked. “I thought you were the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. You looked like the kind of guy I could picture a forever with, but I didn’t think I had it in me to be that for someone,” I admitted. “I told you about my past, about my ex and how he broke my heart and cheated on me.
“I would never hurt you,” he said, meaning it wholeheartedly.
“I know.” And I did. I knew to the soles of my feet he’d never hurt or disrespect me. He’d never intentionally cause me pain.
With Luke, I could be myself. Unabashedly me. Not holding back, not worrying about hurting his feelings or being too much or too focused. But I could also be vulnerable with him. In this past month, I’d done that. If I really thought about it, there hadn’t been a moment where I’d been anything but myself with him.
And he still loved me.
Maybe not despite it but because I was who I was? Luke loved me unconditionally.
“Are you going to stop?” I asked, and my body trembled. He blinked slowly as if he was trying to figure out what I meant. “Stalking me, I mean.” Raising a manly brow, he leaned in closer, making me feel every hard inch of him pressed against my belly. “Are you going to stop?” I repeated, my voice hitched at how close we were.
“Do you want me to stop?” His voice made goose bumps flare over my skin.Do I?
“No.” I let my heart and mind take over and answer for me. “No, I don’t think I want you to stop.”
“Good,” he gruffed, then his lips crashed over mine. His mouth felt rough against mine, almost punishing with passion.
He lifted me up, and my legs wrapped around his middle as my back pressed closer against the closet that held proof of his dirty secret.
“You like me watching you. Sneaking around, sniffing your clothes? So fucking obsessed with you I can’t think straight.”
“Sounds horrible,” I whispered and gasped as he pressed his thick bulge against my core.
“It was. But fuck, Olive, having you? Like this? Accepting me for all my faults? I don’t think I could ever give you up. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you, too. I don’t think… I don’t think I want to think about what life was like without you,” I admitted. He started to kiss my jaw, making his way to the crook of my neck.
It all made sense now.
How he was always around. Why my place sometimes smelled like him. Why I slept better at night, dreaming almost nightly of him watching over me. I pulled away, my hands holding both sides of his face.
“Did you watch me sleep?” I panted. His head righted, and when our eyes locked, he nodded, pulling my lower lip between his and letting it go with a pop.
“A lot. Outside your window. If you knew what I did when I watched you…” My pussy spasmed.
“You’ll show me,” I whispered, diving deep into the insanity that was us. And I meant it. I wanted to know what he’d done while I slept. “Did you play with yourself?”
“Fuck yeah, I did,” he shared without remorse. The thrill it shot through me, the image it painted in my head made me wet. Or wetter, as the case was. I wanted to watch that, see it firsthand.
“Is that why you were at the gym so early? You were peeping through windows and then hitting the gym when I got up to start baking?”
“Now, how do you know that, Cookie? Is it possible you were watching and asking about me, too?” My lips twitched before my nose nuzzled his.
“Raven mentioned it. She likes you for me. She’s been Team Sheriff since you came into town.”
“She’s my favorite of your siblings.” That made me laugh out loud, laughter that turned into a moan when his mouth went to the spot on my neck that drove me wild. I knew exactly where this was going. And I didn’t mind it at all.
Not even a little bit.
Life was weird sometimes. The twists and turns it took you on. Evey high and low all to lead you where you’re supposed to be. And damn, I was glad our paths connected. Even if once upon a time, I’d been my sheriff’s dirty secret.
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