I Caught the Sheriff (3 page)

Her back was a beautiful hourglass, sleek and toned. But it
was her ass that made his cock lengthen and fill. Unable to stop himself, he
trailed a finger from the curve of one taut cheek to her moist pussy and then
down her thigh to her knee. “No shivering. No movement or I stop right here.
Walk away.”

She mewled in objection. “Don’t go.”

He reached over and traced a finger over her other cheek and
down her left leg. “That’s better.”

She hummed, and he could tell she was biting her lip.

“I always wanted to catch a real live outlaw.” He crawled up
on the bed on his knees and pushed her legs wider. The fragrance of her pussy
rose to his nostrils, making him growl in need as he smoothed the rolled-up
leather over her moist skin. “Control one.”

She pushed her pelvis into the mattress. “I’m yours to
have.”

“Are you, honey?” He unrolled one of the belts halfway and
flipped it back over his thigh. Her rounded pink buttock was about to be red.
Then he flicked the belt on her.

She yelped.

He put a big palm over the mark he’d made and massaged her.
Then he uncoiled the belt again.

She bucked.

This time he bent to kiss the spot, lingering where he’d hit
her. “Tell me what crime you’ve committed, miss.”

When she wiggled and didn’t answer, he slid two fingers up
inside that sopping-wet cunt of hers and stroked her. “Confess or I pull out.”

She objected with a tiny moan. “I’ve been looking up
information on the web about a man.”

“Have you now? Bad girl,” he crooned, and as much for her as
himself, he found her G-spot and stroked her so good and hard she gasped.
“What’s his name?”

“Alexander Coltrane.” She wiggled her ass at him.

His business was breeding and stud services of his prize
Charolais bulls and his website was his major means of doing business. That she
looked him up this way made him smile and puff up with pride. He withdrew from
her pussy, stopping at her clit to pinch it in praise. “What did you learn?”

She purred. “He’s a widower. Nice guy. Square shooter.”

Lex leaned down and kissed the hollow of her back, wondering
if she got from the endearment his delight at her words. “Anything else?”

“He’s lonely. Not a tomcat.”

Inhaling the roses and the sexy musk from her cunt, Lex
wondered where she’d learned that last. Not on his website, for sure. Public
knowledge, maybe?

“I decided he needed a good woman.”

He hooted. “You decided you were the one, eh?”

“Yeah.” She turned her head to look around and catch his
gaze. “I broke out of jail for him.”

He examined the naked beauty who lay here, bare ass in the
air, pretty cunt open and waiting, ready to let him bind her and fuck her. “How
does the sheriff feel about that?”

“She thought it over long and hard and she’s happy to let
her prisoner have him.”

“How’s that?”

“The sheriff would like to have him, too, but she’s got her
reputation to think about.”

“Ah. I gather then the sheriff does not fuck?”

Red shook her head. “Not often and not the constituents.”

“Smart cookie,” he mused. “What’s she going to say about me
tying up her jailbird?”

“She approves.”

“And my outlaw?” he persisted, always wary of going forward
if his partner had any reservations. “Does she want it?”

“Yes. Anything you want. She’s got it that bad.”

Lex smoothed a hand over the flawless skin of her hip. “She
likes leather?”

“And the whole idea of nipple clamps and ass plugs and
Chinese love balls and—”

“Whoa!” His eyes shot wide. “Do you even have those things?”

She shook her head. “A set of clamps. They came in the mail
yesterday. The love balls should come in the mail soon. Wanted to be ready for
you, but this happened fast and I couldn’t resist today.”

His gaze skimmed her lush little body.

“But word has it,” she whispered, almost pleading with him
to continue, “you’ve tamed the best horseflesh in the county for years.”

“Word has it?” Who’d been talking to her about his penchant
for bondage and toys? “Didn’t think my lifestyle was anyone’s business.”

“I made it mine before I moved here.”

He froze. “Why?”

“I saw you in Zapata two years ago—and got a hot rash just
looking at you. One of my best friends recognized you, too, from a club in
Monterey. She knew you like leather. So does she. So I figured if I could
interest you in having a party with me, you’d break me in, sweet and low.”

“Like a new filly?” He couldn’t stop himself from grinning
like a fool.

She went very still. “Yeah. Want to?”

“Oh, baby. Reining you in is gonna be a long, wild ride.
Now, put your face in the mattress like a good girl and let me get to prepping
your hide.”

Triumphant, she let out a sound of glee as she burrowed into
the bedding. And at the first lash of the belt, she wiggled her ass at him.
Warmth flooded her body. “Harder.”

He let the belt fly again, his warm palm skimming over her
tender flesh the second after it lashed her skin. She’d heard he’d never hurt a
woman, and his tender touch proved his concern.

She flexed her butt and her legs. He hit her once more. The
stinging sensation was ripe, fierce. The release from the pain, pleasure.
“Again,” she told him when he delayed.

This time, he flicked it once on each buttock, once on each
thigh, then she heard him curse.

His hands were on her waist. “Roll over. Now!”

She spun.

The look on his face took her breath away. His big, purple
eyes were heavy lidded with lust, his mouth spewing words that told her he
thought she was nuts to want punishment from him when all he wanted to do was
fuck her.

“Hands out,” he commanded, then took one belt to loop it
around the brass post and tug it tight. As reward he slid up and let his cock
dangle near her mouth. She sought to take him between her lips, but he eluded
her. “Ah, ah. Cannot have rewards ‘til you earn them. Now give me the other
hand.”

When he had her secure, he grinned at her and ran a hand
over the peaks of her breasts.

Just when she thought he’d look for something else to tie
her with, he scrambled around and with two handfuls of melting ice, he held the
cold cubes to her nipples. Her pussy creamed. Her thighs pressed together. “Oh,
Lex.”

“That’s Sheriff to you, baby.”

“Sheriff,” she gulped. “Sir.”

He rubbed the melting water down her ribs and she squirmed.
“What’s your problem, my little bird?”

“You need to tie my feet.”

“What have you got to do that?”

“A bathrobe tie. The drapery ties,” she got out in rapid
fire.

He pushed away, fast as lightning, and returned. “I’m liking
the way you think. Give me this.” He tugged her right foot toward the bedpost.
Then the left. With the soft cotton of her bathrobe around her ankles, Lana was
loving the feel of being possessed by him.

“Now,” he announced triumphantly, “you look like you’re not
going anywhere.”

Sliding an arm under her waist, he pressed her up against
him, then he lowered his head. His mouth sought her breast. “Nipples, tight and
cold,” he murmured as he sucked her loudly and hard into his mouth, and twirled
the other nipple in his fingers. “You better keep all this beauty locked away,
baby, or the men in town are gonna riot.”

“No other men,” she told him. “Just you can keep me locked
up.”

He grunted in agreement and snapped on a condom. “An
invitation I can’t refuse.” He slid between her thighs, his firm flesh a
branding iron on hers.

“Come inside me.”

“Why?”

“I’m hot and wet and you need me.”

He tweaked one of her nipples, the other hand, still holding
the leather, seeking out the inside of one thigh and rubbing her with the rough
hide. “Want this on your pussy?”

“Mmm, I do!”

He complied, forcing her moan and her hips to pump. “What’s
it gonna do for me?”

“Make you happy. Make you come.”
Make you mine for a few
minutes.
“Let me squeeze your cock, honey. Let me pump you with my cunt.
I’ve got such strong muscles inside. You need to come and feel!”

He was snorting like a bull, wild and loud through his nose.
Then he shifted and touched the tip of his cock to her entrance.

“Come inside,” she whispered. “Weather’s fine in there and—”

He rammed right up inside her to the hilt, driving them both
up the bed an inch.

He cursed. His arms shook.

She gasped, grinned and locked down on his shaft. She
thrashed her head on the mattress, filled totally for the first time in ages by
a man who knew how to make fucking fun. And more than a five-minute affair.

She thrust up her pussy and rubbed against him, desperate to
make him pound her to orgasm. And the biggest question loomed like bad karma in
her mind.
How long could she enchant him?

When her pussy clamped around on his cock, Lex thought he’d
fly through the roof.
Jesus.
The woman was an Amazon. Just what he’d
always wanted. He drove in, high and hard.

She squeezed down and held.

He growled and pumped her, unable to stop himself.

But she was strong, her hips rising to meet his in such a
feral rhythm that he had to slide out or this would be all over in a minute.

“Noooo!” she screamed at him and tried to push him away. But
tied to the brass posts, she whimpered as her arms caught on the leather and
dropped back to the mattress.

“Be still!” he ordered in a voice he knew he’d not yet used
on her.

She went to stone, her mouth open in shock and a growing
smile.

“Where are those clamps?” he barked.

“Top drawer.” Her eyes shot to the nightstand.

Reaching over her, he slid open the drawer, found them and
laughed deep in his belly at the sight. “Rhinestone lips?” He dangled them over
her. “What were you thinking?”

She batted her lashes at him. “Thought they’d provide a
strong suggestion.”

He examined her pretty, puckered nipples, all red from his
mouth and his loving. “Afraid I wouldn’t want to suck on them?”

“Didn’t know if you got off only on toys or if you might
play with me just naked.”

He pinched one diamond-hard peak and bent over her to
titillate the other with the tip of his tongue. “I like you naked. Or with ice.
Let’s try these on and see how you like yourself decorated, shall we?”

She nodded, so eager and bright she made his heart wrench.

Hell, Coltrane. Been a long time since a woman who liked
this rough stuff could make your soul turn over.

Noting how his hands shook, he pushed up one breast, laved
it and soothed it with his lips, then in a deft move, clamped her pretty nipple
in the rhinestone vise. She mewled.

“What do you think?” he asked her, watching her closely for
signs of despair or disgust.

“Put the other one on, too,” she told him above a whisper.
“Hurry.”

His gaze locked on hers, he picked up the other clamp and
bent to suck on her tasty pink nipple. Christ, she tasted like glass. Rock-hard
and hot. He pulled away with a pop and dropped the clamp on her flesh.

She undulated her hips. “Now, Sheriff, you’d need to fuck
me.”

He skimmed a hand down her ribs to her stomach, along her
pelvis to the long bright red landing strip that led to her slit. He bent to
open her pussy lips and growled at the musk that greeted him. The need that
consumed him was now a ravening hunger to eat her. From this angle, he got a
good suck on her clit and his fingers could sink inside to rest on the ridge of
her channel. But god, he couldn’t keep his mind on stroking her. She tasted so
damn good. The salty, sweet juice of her pussy just kept on flowing and the
swollen heat of her walls surrounded his fingers and his tongue.

She was crying for more, and he knew the only way he could
give it to her was to give her his cock. He levered up and around. She screamed
again at his loss, but when he cupped her face and drove inside her pussy in
one swift shot, she gasped.

He kissed her as he pumped himself inside her, reveling in
how she took every long, hard bit of him. His cock. His kink.

He was losing control. Something he never did.

Something he’d never done. Even with his wife. Especially
with his wife.

And then he just let it happen. The wild drive to have her.
The quick surge to come shot through him like buckshot. The raging orgasm that
shook him felt like life and death. The rough need to keep driving into her
sweet, pulsing pussy until she growled caught him back from oblivion. Then he
felt tears on her cheek and she rocked in an orgasm that went on and on.

Through it all, he held her, god knew how long, pressing his
lips to her eyelids and her temples. Stroking back long strands of hair from
her forehead, he knew a sweet tenderness for her that made his mind go to mush.
He drew back to examine her flushed, serenely smiling face. “How’s my outlaw?”

She gave a small laugh. “Captured.”

He snorted but then had to know more. “Hurt?”

She shook her head, squeezing his cock with her talented
cunt.

Grunting, he raised his brows in appreciation. “Guess that
settles it.”

“Settles what?”

He rolled down his condom, tied it off, then rose to put in
the trash. He came back to fiddle with the belt on one of her wrists. “If I
untie you, you won’t run from me?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, her sultry look an invitation
to more fun than they’d already had. “Not a chance. Question is, will you let
me tie you up?”

What she meant was more than he’d imagined. She could tell
by the way he laughed so easily, deep in his belly, so pleased with himself.

“Sure,” he replied, plucked at her restraints. “Never tried
it, but I’m game.”