Page 58 of Unexpectedly Falling
The visual has me moving farther into the house. “Nessa?” She doesn’t answer, but there’s music coming from the hall bathroom and the faintest buzzing sound. It’s louder as I move down the hall—incessant—but hard to tell over the music what’s happening as my heart hammers in my chest.
“Nessa?” I say her name louder along with three quick knocks on the door.
“What?” she snaps, and instead of answering, I take it as an invitation, turning the handle and pushing inside. ”Are you fucking kidding me?” she screeches, her foot on the toilet-seat lid, her legs spread, and her hand hidden under the hem of her shirt.
Buzzzzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Fuck my fucking life.
It takes too long for my brain to catch up with what I’m seeing—but what a sight it is.
“Are you honest to God going to stand there?” she yells, pulling her hand from between her legs and waving a still vibrating dildo at me. “The fucking audacity! I’d say you have a hell of a set of brass balls, but I don’t think you do, especially considering how you?—”
Whether it’s the anger in her words, the dildo she’s still waving, or the way she’s flushed and sexy and fucking bare beneath the hem of her shirt I’ll never know, but one minute I’m in the threshold and the next I’m practically on top of her.
“Show me.”
“Excuse the fuck out of you. I thought you just said?—”
Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I look her in the eye before turning up the vibration.
“I said, show me. I’m late and you couldn’t wait any longer, so show me what I’m missing out on.” It’s a taunt.
A challenge, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that she won’t back down.
I lean my ass against the vanity and cross one ankle over the other and wait as her jaw clenches and her eyes turn molten.
Thoughts of someone else watching her get herself off have an unfamiliar rage churning in my gut as I meet her stare.
“Now.” My voice is low and full of gravel, and it has her inching her shirt up her thigh with her free hand. “Show me.”
“You could just do it yourself.”
“You’re not ready for my dick, Nessa,”—my eyes drop to her glistening pussy then back up to meet her gaze—“but you will be.”
“I think you’re just a fucking tease, Sheriff.” She chokes up on the dildo, letting the head massage her clit. “And if you think I won’t impale myself on this thing just to spite you, you’re wrong.”
“I’m counting on it, Trouble. I want to see you dripping all over that poor excuse for a cock because this is the last time you’re gonna use it in this house unless I wanna watch.”
Her eyes widen like she’s just as surprised as I am to hear the words. She doesn’t think I’m this guy—and it almost never happens, but she brings it out in me. Nodding my head toward her, I fight back the growl that wants to escape at the raw possessiveness I feel coursing through my veins. My teeth are practically grinding together with the amount of force it takes to keep my mouth shut.
Nessa adjusts her hand, and I know the way she’s moving, slow and teasing, she thinks this is a game.
And it might be.
For now.
But that’ll change the minute I have her in my bed, spread wide and begging for me to fuck her harder, deeper…more.
My whole life is about control.
Being in control, staying in control, and taking control.
It’s a fluid concept and it has to be if I want to keep myself, my deputies, and the public safe.
But the moment that Nessa stepped inside this house, all I seem to be isout of control,and if this is how I get it back then so be it.
I cross my arms over my chest, my biceps straining the fabric of my shirt. Her tongue licks along her bottom lip as she watches me watch her.
