Page 7 of Sheriff's Dirty Secret
Soaking in the sight of her, knowing I would be replaying it in my mind for the rest of my life. Her head tipped back against her pillow as her hand moved. Back and forth, her pretty hips moved. Undulating as her fingers worked their magic. My teeth mashed together in frustration I couldn’t get a better view of what she was doing.
Soon.
I could see it, too. The way I would have her do this for me right in front of me.
I’d start off sitting in a chair at the end of her bed, very well knowing I would end up kneeled between her legs for a front-row show of her working that pretty pussy up for me. Her eyes wouldn’t be shut like they were right then. No, those pretty, brown eyes would be locked with mine, saying so much to mewithout uttering a goddamn word. My hand shuttled up and down a little faster, my grip slightly tighter.
“Please…” she whispered, and my brows bunched with jealousy.Who are you thinking about, Cookie?I wondered. “Please,” she begged no one in particular. Next time she whimpered that beautifully would be me with me.
My jaw clenched tightly. Her hand moved faster. Her hips danced against the sheets. A glistening sheen of sweat covered her tan skin. When her top rose, revealing the soft roundness of her tit, I thought I’d lose my nut like some kind of green-behind-the-ears teenaged kid.
My girl coiled and squirmed on her bed. Feet pressed flat against the mattress as she tried to fuck her little pussy with her fingers.Deeper, my mind shouted.Harder.Fuck. My body trembled to know what her sugary walls felt like. My nose flared to get a hint of that pretty pussy. My fingers deep in her or balls deep, or better yet, on my tongue.
The images in my head got filthier by the heartbeat.
The way she would envelop my two fingers. The sounds she’d make as that little snatch molded to fit around me. What it would be like to slide right in and stretch her tightness? The way I’d hook my fingers against that little spongey part inside of her no one else knew how to reach. My nose flared as my head scrambled to know how she smelled. I needed that scent to fill my lungs more than I needed oxygen.
“Oh god! Yes, yes,” she panted, and I was on edge.
My eyes strained to see everything as much as I could. I was annoyed at myself for not sneaking in and somehow setting up a camera in her room to get a better view. Fuck, I added it to my ever-growing list of shit to do.
My chest rose and fell like I’d been working out hard. Her shirt rose higher, giving me a clearer view of her dark nipple, and I swear to god I was ready to fucking drool like my dick alreadywas. I pumped myself in tandem to the speed of her hand. My head filled with what she’d sound like. That sloppy, shiny pussy squelching as she rushed to find bliss.
“Please, more. Just like that,” she whimpered. Her back arched, and I knew she was right there, so close, when she said my name. “Luke!” she cried out, and at the sound of it, I came. Hard. Spray after spray of my seed covered my hand and even some of her cabin wall.
I was a little dizzy and definitely breathless as I slowly came down from the high of watching her. I grinned at the sight of my cum marking her wall.Good.I liked the idea of marking not just her body and womb but where she lived. For now. Because I’d figure out a way to get her under my roof,our roof, as soon as possible.
Olive Trejo was mine. I just had to figure out how to make that happen.
4
olive
“What’s up with you?”Raven asked. I blinked slowly.
“What?” I asked, sounding crankier than I’d meant to.
“I asked what’s up with?—“
“I heard you.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head, my shoulders slumped slightly. “Sorry. It’s just…” My sister watched me expectantly. “The heat.” My voice cracked with the half-truth.
“Heat?” Her brows rose in suspicion.
Fall might have arrived in our sleepy little mountain town of Moonlit Pines, but we’d had a bit of a heatwave last week.
“Since when does the heat bother you!” my nosy youngest sister, the baby of the family, asked.
“I don’t know.” I sighed. “It’s been hard to sleep.” She nodded as if she understood. But my sweet, somewhat innocent sister had no idea. Not a clue about what had kept me up late at night the last three nights.
I had a feeling if I so much as mentioned the way-too-nice sheriff, she’d grin and sayI told you so. She had it stuck in her head Sheriff I-Play-Games and I were meant to be.Meant to be…Pfft! I hadn’t believed in those kinds of things for a very long time.
Luke.
Luke and his blue eyes and big hands. Hands that probably knew how to properly use a pair of handcuffs and inspect your body from head to toe. He was also the one man who had turned me down. My face felt like it burned with shame and rejection at the thought.Has it only been two nights ago?
“Earth to Oli!” Raven waved her hands, and a brow rose.
“What?”
