I Caught the Sheriff (4 page)

“You’re kidding, right?” She was flabbergasted that a man
who liked bondage and such had never tried it himself.

“Nope.” He reached to take the clamps off, but halted
midair. “Shall I take these off, too?”

She shook her head. “Leave them on. I like them.” She let
him massage one wrist and then the other as he removed the belts. “Why not?”

He glanced up and locked eyes with her. “Never trusted a
woman to do it.”

“Not your wife?”

The minute she asked, she knew it was a huge mistake.

But he flexed his square jaw and in a second said, “Never.”

Lana stared at him, flummoxed. How did a man who liked this
sort of thing never do it with the woman he had married and, from all reports,
loved like the sun and moon?

“I married her when we were both young. I never told her I
got off on this and I never wanted to teach her. She just wasn’t the type.”

Lana flinched.
What type am I then? The opposite? The
raunchy kind? The kind you fuck and leave?

Lex’s fingers stilled as he raised his face and gazed into
her eyes. “She was sweet and unassuming. I doubt she’d even know what a clamp
was.”

That statement didn’t make Lana feel any better. In fact,
she felt like she’d just walked into a brick wall.

The bed bounced as he shifted up to her, put two fingers
under her chin and raised her face. “What she was has nothing to do with what
you are. Nothing to do, either, with what we are together.”

Which is what? A damn good lay? Yeah, well. Isn’t that
what you wanted, Lana?
“You’re right.” She watched him untie the loops from
her ankles and then she struggled to her feet. “Shower?”

He caught her up in his arms. “Don’t fall!”

For you? Too late.

He marched toward her bathroom. “We’ll take that shower
together.”

She pushed at his chest. That was like pushing against a
mountain. “Who says?”

“Your sheriff.” He arched a brow at her, his features stark
with authority as he made his way to the walk-in marble-tiled stall.

She had to laugh. “Okay, okay.”
I have no rights to you.
Why am I all het up over a woman I never knew? Never will? Oh, hell.
She
knew the answer to that but he had turned on her water and put her in front of
him.

“Wash me,” he told her, hands on his hips, the spray
cascading over both of them.

She shook water from her face. “Determined cuss, aren’t
you?”

He crushed her to him, his cock stiff as steel, rising
between her pussy lips. “You asked for it.”

“I did.” Smiling, she slithered against him, rubbed her
nipples still in the clamps on his furry chest and purred like a cat in heat.
One good fuck deserved another, didn’t it? She found his cock with two wet
hands, measured the size of him and groaned in appreciation. “A sheriff who
never tires,” she praised him for getting hard again so fast. “No outlaw can
outrun that.” Reaching for soap, she turned away and he caught her back to him,
pressing his rigid erection against her ass.

“Did you want to?” He took her soap and created suds over
her breasts, down her rib cage and into her pussy. “Hmm?”

It took her forever to recover her mind as he delved into
every little fold of her labia and washed her to perfection. Swirling around,
back into his embrace, she grinned. “Some varmints deserve to be caught.”

“Others need to be punished.”

“And some know a few good ways to get out of jail fast.”

“What’s yours?” he challenged, his voice rough and dry as
dust.

“Got a favorite one, Sheriff?” She stroked him.

“Yeah.” His purple eyes took on a wicked gleam. “Suck me.”

“Thought you’d never ask.” And at that she sank to her knees
and found before her the longest, reddest, thickest cock with a cute little
left hook.

She put her mouth to the red-hot head and kissed him. Trying
him on for size, she swirled her lips around his helmet and felt her cunt swell
and pulse in urgent demand. She placed one hand to his base—all hard man. Found
his balls with the other and rolled the Coltrane family jewels as reverently as
if she were juggling diamonds. He braced himself, the sides of his feet flush
against the shower walls, his hands gripping her shoulders. Smiling, she ran
her open mouth along the sweet length of his cock, then sucked the head into
her mouth, fast and needy. He let out a yell at her power. She knew now she
could rock his world, and she went all out for it. He cursed. He growled. He
moaned and when she couldn’t bear it any longer and she herself came with the
naughtiest pounding in her pussy, she felt him lose control and come, his shot
true and straight. His release was a shuddering, powerful thing that had him
snorting like a stag in rut as she swallowed all he had to give.

He thrust open the glass shower door and led her out.
Pulling her along, he pushed her through to the bedroom and to the edge of the
bed, found a condom and slapped it in her hand. Armed and dangerous, she knew
he couldn’t be ready again so soon. But damn if she wasn’t. Her core was still
pulsing, as he pushed her back, widened her thighs and sank between them.

With a deft tongue, he teased her clit until she bit her
lips in need. His fingers felt like heaven as he parted her folds and put his
mouth to her inner core. Boneless and panting, she lay back, feeling and
hearing him licking and kissing her, sucking up all her juices and pressing one
palm to her inner thigh to pin her to the mattress.

Her body had never been so ravished. Her pussy never so
thoroughly savored. Her limbs never spread so wide. Her mind never so
completely consumed by the raging sensation of his tongue and his teeth and his
lips. His fingers that drove up inside her and pleasured her G-spot. His hands
that pulled her down to the carpet. His cock—oh thank you, god—that prodded her
leg.

“Put that on me,” he told her and bit her earlobe.

She pushed him away. He was at half-mast and at her touch,
his shaft rose and lengthened. Rejoicing at her lucky day, she caught a yell in
the back of her throat. But with her mind focused on the future and two flicks
of her wrist, she had him dressed and ready for the next round. He filled her
up and with a sinuous charm, he came up to frame her face, smile and give her
the long, easy fuck he’d promised from the start. His gaze on hers, she felt
how every lift of his hips made her moan and buck and breathe. The friction of
his rhythm inside her made her arch and want for more. Her nails bit into his
shoulders. His hips ground into hers, the rage to come a furious thing that
drove her to pound against him and enjoy the ride up to a crescendo that rocked
her. Sent her drifting down to a mindless peace.

She awakened to the sound of a siren renting the air. Then horns
blaring, going past her house. Lex was wrapped around her although at some
point, he had withdrawn from her while they slept.

She stirred. Still curled under Lex, his face burrowed in
the crook of her shoulder, she raised her head. “There’s a fire?” She slurred
her words in exhaustion.

Lex levered himself away to remove the condom, then came
back to wrap her close to him. “Don’t think so. They’re probably just going to
the fairgrounds for a demo.” Up on one elbow, he smoothed back a lock of her
hair. “You okay?”

She rubbed one foot down one of his calves. “Best I’ve ever
been, Sheriff.”

He chuckled, then planted a kiss on her cheek. “Got any
beer?”

“I do. Burgers, too, if you’re interested.”

“I’m good on a grill.”

“At the moment, I’d say you’re good on the floor or the bed
or…”

He tickled her waist and she writhed. “Takes two to tango.”
Then he rose. Naked, big and flushed from his exertions, he extended a hand to
help her up.

“I confess I like the way you dance.”

One of his huge hands cupped her head while his mouth
claimed hers. “I like the way you do a lot of things.”

“Same goes here,” she whispered against his lips. He still
bore the smell of her and she hoped she could keep her scent on him a long,
long time. But that was tomorrow’s challenge. For now, she was loving the
sensation of her swollen pussy well loved. And of course, she had to get to
work making burgers. “Help yourself if you want another shower?”

“Only if you come in with me. Makes it better.”

“Not faster.”

“No,” he agreed on a grin. Then he cupped one of her breasts
with the rhinestone clamps still on. “Let me make you feel better.”

“You’re the sheriff.”

His eyes seemed to flare brighter, hotter. “Just for a
minute, hmm?”

She nodded, captured by the way he removed one vise, tongued
her nipple and soothed it, making her moan in relief from pain. Then in a
second, he had that clamp on again and relief flooded the other nipple. As he
replaced the rhinestone on that breast, he whispered, “How about if I take them
off after we eat?”

Rubbing her body against his chest, she sank her fingers up
into the wealth of his thick black hair. “After we make love again.”

“An even better idea.” His hands slid around her back and
one landed on a cheek of her ass to find her small hole. “I want to get inside here,
too.”

“No one else ever has.” God. If she were any more head over
heels for this man, she’d volunteer to be more than his prisoner. She’d be
enthralled. Too much.
Not good for the sheriff to be so involved.

“I promise to be slow and kind.” He probed the entrance to
her ass.

“Be anything you want,” she managed as he sank inside a bit
farther and she gave into the beauty of surrender. “Here, you’re in charge.”

He pulled back, putting such distance between them that she
could see he was rising to the occasion again. “Cocked and loaded for you.”

Bending over to grab another condom from the nightstand, she
tore the foil with her teeth then rolled it up his blunt, hard shaft.
“Sheathed, too.”

He frog-marched her backward to the far wall. “Too sore to
let me in?”

Lifting one leg up around his thigh, she bit his lower lip
in invitation, then fit her moist pussy to cradle his cock. “Never.”

Chapter Three

The beer was cold. The burgers rare. The conversation fun.
Lex hadn’t had such a good time with a woman out of bed in ages.
Years. And
this one has the added attraction of enjoying your domination.

“How’d you decide to take this job?” he asked her as they
cleaned up the kitchen after their late lunch.

She’d put her clothes back on as he had after they’d taken one
more shower. Her ass fitted the jeans like she’d been poured inside. Catching
him appreciating her figure, she scolded him with a sideways glance. “I had
applied for the job of deputy sheriff last year and when Mac Barker died, the
mayor called me down in Zapata and wondered if I’d consider the appointment of
sheriff until the next election.”

“You like coming home to where you grew up?” He submerged
his hands in the dishpan and scrubbed the plates.

“I do. I have friends who still live here and I like the
climate a bit better.”

“Hot down by the border.”

“Tell me. In more ways than one. I got tired of chasing
coyotes
transporting illegals across the Rio Grande and killing them by locking them up
in old trucks. And the drug wars were frying my mind, murdering people for no
reason. Wore me out. I wanted a little more normality.”

Lex chuckled and suppressed the urge to bring up his
neighbor who was damming up High Maria Creek and cutting off his water supply.

She took a plate from him to dry. “Plus, my only relative is
an elderly aunt who relies on me to visit and help her out with doing her
laundry and taking her to the doctor. So this is a good move for me.”

“Who’s your aunt?”

“Elsa Watson.”

“Elsa? Well, I’ll be damned. She was my mother’s best
friend.”

“I know.” Lana smiled at him, then teased him with a saucy
look. “I know lots about you, Alexander Coltrane. Star of the high school
football team. Quarterback at Texas A&M. Member of the local chamber of
commerce. Major donor to the county health clinic in honor of your wife and
son. Lover of stray dogs and armadillos.”

He stared at her. “You have me at a disadvantage then.”

“That’s okay. You could say you’ll keep coming back to learn
more about me.”

He took in the flowing, fiery-red curls, the high cheekbones
and oval face. “I think I will. We’ve got a good beginning here.”
If I can
keep my tendency to run things under control.

She grinned at him. “Great. One thing I did not know about
you?”

“What’s that?”

“You wash dishes.”

“Hey, you live alone for six years, you do everything you
never had a handle on before.”

“Do you vacuum, too?”

He grimaced. “Sure. I dust. I wash. I even do windows. A
necessity. Don’t you?”

“I don’t do windows.” She wrinkled her nose at him, then
took another plate from him and pulled at her shirt collar. “But I iron. In
fact, I love to iron! I do it for relaxation.”

He chuckled. “You lead a sheltered life, honey.”

She faced him, her expression full of sexual need and
promise. “I’m hoping to change that.”

His hands itched to hold her, undress her again. Without
drying them, he took two steps toward her and braced her shoulders. “I’d like
to help you.”

She shivered under his wet hands. “I want you to.”

He couldn’t resist her lips. Brushing against them, he told
her how he’d like to have her in her bed again. “We need to get better
acquainted. Regularly.”

She pressed herself against him, her right leg up over his
thigh again in what seemed to be her favorite lock on him, her pussy teasing
his hardening cock. “I’m all for that.”

“The rest of the dishes can wait.” He bent and caught her up
in his arms, heading for the stairs.