Sandy Sullivan (16 page)

"Not
really although Dad said he got the water sample report back and he wanted to
talk to you about it."

"What
did they find?"

"Toxic
levels of nitrates."

"Damn.
Seeing any animal suffer kills me, but nitrate poisoning is horrid."

"You've
seen that type of death before?"

"Yeah,
a time or two.
The animal basically suffocates."

"Shit."
She chewed her bottom lip for a second,
then
popped a French
fry into her mouth. "How do you think high levels of Nitrate might have
gotten into the pool?"

"Decomposing
animal, fecal matter…there
are
a number of ways,"
he replied, taking a bite of his hamburger. "Does your dad suspect foul
play?"

"Why
would he? He doesn't have any enemies that I'm aware of."

"It
seems odd to have high levels of nitrates in the water supply without
contamination of some sort. You said you didn't see anything right?"

"No.
The pool looked clear."

"I'm
sure they tested for fecal matter to rule it out as the source.
Hmm
…this really seems strange to
me." He wiped his mouth with a napkin before he stuck a fry in his mouth.
"You aren't hungry?"

"Not
for food."

"Naughty
girl."
He reached over and took her hand in
his, which garnered a few raised eyebrows from the surrounding patrons. Their
mouths drops opened when he brought her fingers to his mouth to suck one
between his lips.

"Marcus."
The word came out in a breathless pant. "People are staring."

"I
don't care," he said after he nipped at the tip. "I like being with
you. If this town is too uptight to see me with you, then it's their
problem."

"I
don't think they are uptight, Marcus. After all they've accepted some pretty
unconventional relationships from my family and the
Dunns
in the last few years."

He
returned her hand to the tabletop but didn't release it.
"Like?"

"My
sister is living with and enjoying a triad with two men in Nashville. Their
bond started here though. No one really got upset about it. Delaney Dunn is in
a triad relationship with two men who are also together from what I understand.
She's married legally to one but the three are together."

"What
would they think if they knew I spank your ass until
it's
bright red under my hand or they saw the bench I fucked you on last night? In
the ass, no less," he
asked,
his voice dropping
to a whisper of conspiracy.

"You
might ruin your reputation or you might be the most sought after single man in
Red Rock."

"I
only want you so it doesn't matter what my reputation is as a single man in
this town."

"Marcus,
I…"

A
smile creased his lips as he tried to lighten the mood. "Don't get hung up
on what's going on between us, Elizabeth. I'm okay with a temporary
relationship. It's fine.
Really."

"Are
you sure?"
What the hell am I
saying? I'm not even sure I'm okay with it.

"Yes,
I'm sure. You'll go off to Billings at the end of the month. I'll be left right
here. We can see each other occasionally if we so desire to and continue to see
other people if we want.
Right?"

She
dropped her gaze to the tabletop and shrugged. Somehow when he sounded so
nonchalant about the whole thing, she didn't care for the idea.
Him
seeing another woman or many women didn't sit well with
her. Sharing him seemed wrong all of the sudden. "Sure.
Sounds
good to me."

With
one finger under her chin, he forced her gaze up to his. "Why don't I
believe you?"

"I'm
okay with it. I mean getting attached to you right now would be totally
stupid." She pulled her face from his fingers and sipped her soda for
something to keep her occupied. Hopefully he wouldn't see the lie in her eyes.

"Would
it?"

"Yes.
We've only known each other a short time. I really don't know very much about
you and even though we've been together in the biblical sense of the word, the
whole thing is just two people having fun."

"We've
discussed seeing each other after you leave."

"Not
really discussed. You've mentioned the possibility."

"Billings
isn't so far away to be unreasonable."

"No,
it's not. Are you sure you want to continue this?"

"I
do. Do you?"

"Let's
see how things go while I'm here and we'll go from there."

Silence
stretched between them for several moments before he changed the subject.
"The Fourth of July picnic is coming up. Will you go with me?" he
asked, finishing off his food.

"I'd
love to, but I'll have to come back to town for the celebration. I hope I have
the day off. I'll pack the lunch if you bring the blanket."

"Sounds
good to me.
What about until then? The fourth is
still a couple of weeks away."

"We
can still see each other unless you'd rather cool things off."

"I'd
rather heat them up if you know what I mean." He brought her hand to his
mouth to kiss her palm. "I like you hot and wet."

"You
don't have to do much to get me there."

"No?"
he asked, his eyes turning a sapphire blue.

"Not
at all."

"Are
you there now?"

"Hell
yes." Her blood rushed in her ears as desire pooled in her belly. She
wanted this man with everything inside of her. How he'd tied her up into knots,
she wasn't sure, but she didn't care either.

"Shall
we go back to my place?"

"Please."

"Oh,
I love how you beg, Elizabeth.
So pretty.
I love to
see you on your hands and knees sucking my cock," he whispered, tonguing
her palm, sending shivers down her arms. "Look. Goose bumps. Are you
excited?"

"More
than excited.
My blood in thrumming
for you."

"Good.
Let's go then. I have a need to feel your lips wrapped around me again."

They
tossed their wrappers and remaining food into the trash receptacle before they
rushed to his truck like two giddy school kids, laughing at their antics as she
glanced over at the others eating with their shocked expressions. She continued
to giggle when they pulled out of the drive-in.

"What's
so funny?"

"The
faces of some of the others at the burger place just cracked me up.
Nothing huge.
They need to lighten up a little."

They
drove off down Main Street, past the diner, Jake's Harley Store and Delaney's
Gas Station as they headed out of town. Several moments later, they pulled up
in front of his house and he jumped out to come around to her side of the
truck. She squealed as he scooped her up in his arms before he walked up to the
door.

"Where
are your keys?"

"In
my pocket.
Care to retrieve them for me?"

"Sounds
like fun, but you'll have to put me down."

"Reach
between us. They're in the front right pocket. You should be able to reach
them."

"Is
that what's poking me in the butt?"

"No.
My cock is searching for its home."

"Ah,
well then.
We'll have to make sure he finds it now
won't we."

"Oh
hell yes."
She reached between their bodies only
to hear Marcus hiss when she grazed his cock with her hand.

"To
the right, Elizabeth."

"Sorry."
She giggled.

"No
you aren't. You'll be getting ten swats for your little wandering hands."

"Only
ten?"

"Shall
we make it fifteen? I could always get out the crop I have. You might not find the
swats so pleasurable."

"Let's
not."

"All
right, fifteen with my hand. We'll see how red I can make your ass," he
said in a tortured whisper as she finally retrieved his keys and opened the
door.

The
moment he set her on her feet, she dropped to her knees, glancing up through
her lashes. "Shall I suck you now?"

"I'll
do the directing. You may not speak."

She
dropped her gaze to the floor. Would she ever figure this stuff out? She wanted
to be a good sub for him, but the mechanics of when and how to do things kept
evading her. Hopefully, Marcus would instruct her or give her some kind of
reference material.
Maybe I should ask
him?

He
put his finger under her chin to bring her gaze up to his. "In this type
of relationship, Elizabeth, you do not have to worry about if you'll please me.
You already do. I will tell you everything you need to do and say. You do not
have to guess at what I want. If I don't tell you to do something, then don't do
it. Is that understood? Say yes sir or no sir."

"Yes,
Sir."
The relief she felt at his words
lightened her mood. She'd always worried with other lovers if she should pump
her hips with him, suck his cock or not.
Lick
it or
suck it. Caress his balls or don't touch them. Did he want her on top or not?

"You
will not have to worry about anything. I'll do what I want with your body. You'll
have no choice but to allow me to. While we are playing, you'll not speak
unless I ask you a direct question." He released her face. "You may
unzip my jeans and lower them to free my cock."

With
his direction clear, she lowered the zipper and pulled the jeans down around
his knees. He wore no underwear. The musky scent of his cock called to her. She
moved to take him into her mouth.

"Did
I say suck my cock?"

"No,
Sir."
Damn!

"Grasp
my cock in your hand, but don't do anything else."

When
she did what he told her, she earned herself a groan and the tightening of his
fingers in her hair.

"Cup
my balls with your other hand. Roll them in your palm."

She
massaged the egg-shaped sac she now held.

"Yes.
Perfect."

She
continued to lick and swirl her tongue around his shaft.

"Take
just the head into your mouth. I want to feel you suck it." The moment she
surrounded the head of his cock with her mouth, the slightly salty taste of his
pre-cum exploded on her tongue. "Swirl your tongue in the slit. Oh, fuck
yes."

The
dirty words coming from his mouth almost made her giggle. He was so different
when they played than his steadfast persona of country veterinarian.

A
low whine escaped his mouth and she knew she pleased him as his hips pumped
toward her face.

"Take
all of me into your mouth. I want to feel the back of your throat."

Breathing
through her nose, she inhaled and took the length of him. She gagged slightly,
but worked through it by tipping her head back to open her jaws for his
penetration. Would she ever get over that? She wasn't sure, but for Marcus she
was willing to try.

"Okay,
stop now. I don't want to come in your mouth," he said, lifting her by her
arms.
"On the bed on your stomach."

Now what the hell was he planning?

"I'll
do what I want, Elizabeth. Remember that." She lie spread out on the bed
with her legs and butt over the side. "You'll now get your swats."

He
reached around, unbuttoned her jeans, yanking them along with her underwear
down to mid-thigh. The burn of his palm on her ass cheek startled her and she
yelped.

"You'll
count for me."

"One,
Sir."
The count continued until tears burned
her cheeks. She sobbed openly.

"I
don't like punishing you, Elizabeth. There is a difference between erotic
spanking and punishment. This was the later. Sometime we'll try the
other." He grabbed some balm and spread it over her flaming cheeks.

She
didn't think she liked being spanked anymore and she sure didn't want to find
out the difference when her ass stung like a thousand bees had attacked her.

"Up
we go," he said lifting her and placing her onto his bare thighs. She
squeaked as her tender butt hit his legs.

The
gentle feel of his fingers brushing the tears off her cheeks tugged at her
heart. She didn't want to care about this man, but he'd torn down the walls
around her heart like a construction worker with a jackhammer. Now her insides
lay bare and open for him to do with as he wished.