Page 35 of Beneath the Blue Moon
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He walked into the bar, and I tried my damnedest not to
stare at him… too much. I can’t help it. He’s so fucking hot! Even at eight
this morning, he looked utterly jumpable in his khaki uniform. Only the thought
that Daddy was in the next room kept me from doing delicious things to him on
the kitchen counter. He’s alone; for once, Charlie and Brick aren’t with him.
After talking to a few of the patrons, he finally makes his way over to me.
“Miss Bryan.”
His smile makes my stomach do a backflip.
“Took you long enough to say hello.”
His smile turns into a grin, and he reaches over the bar to
tuck my hair behind my ear. That previous backflip is nothing compared to the
artistic floor exercise going on right now.
“I thought you were mad at me.”
“I am. So?”
He chuckles and shakes his head.
“Women are strange creatures.”
“We’re not strange. We just do something with our brains
that men don’t—we use them.”
“Yeah, for evil and for confusing the hell out of us.”
“You wouldn’t be confused if you paid attention.”
“Okay. My attention is yours, one hundred percent.”
He laces his fingers together on top of the bar and stares
into my eyes. His intensity makes me want to roll over like the wolf did last
night.
“I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”
I turn around and escape to the back of the bar because I do
not like the thoughts I’m having. Submission? Not likely. Not even to the
sexy sheriff. After saying good night to Rusty and the girls, I find him
sitting in the same position I left him in.
“I’m ready,” I announce.
“Let’s go.”
He places his hand at the small of my back and his fingers
connect with my skin. Heat rushes through my body and a tingle runs down my
spine. There’s something to be said for anticipation—it sure drives a body
wild. When he climbs in next to me in the truck’s cab, I slide over until our
hips and thighs are touching.
“Are we back on kissing terms yet?” he asks.
Oh, yes. Yes, we are. “Why?”
“Because I’d really like to kiss you.”
So do it. “Just drive.”
He chuckles and starts the truck.
“Suzie’s Diner okay?”
“I’m not hungry.”
I’m in the mood for something entirely different. As soon as
he turns out of the parking lot, I place my hand on his thigh. With my middle
finger, I trace small curly shapes until he shifts uncomfortably. I slowly
slide my palm up until it encounters a huge roadblock lying on his thigh.
Twisting in my seat, I undo the button and zipper on his jeans and reach
inside. There, I encounter velvet steel.
“Casey—”
“Shh.”
I pull him free of his jeans and lick my lips as I stare
down at him. The man is perfection. He’s so… big.
“The words every man wants to hear.”
That’s when I realize I said it out loud. There’s a giant
smirk on his face, and I fully intend on wiping it off.
“Turnabout is fair play,” I say as I slide away from him.
Leaning in, I take him into my mouth. I hear his sharp
intake of breath as I close my lips around the head and suck lightly. As I take
more of him, he buries his hand in my hair.
“Both hands on the wheel, Sheriff.”
This time, I take him as far as he can go, pulling back only
when my gag reflex kicks in. I concentrate on the head as I stroke him with
both hands. He moans, and I notice the truck has slowed to a snail’s pace. I
continue stroking him while I push his shirt up and kiss along his treasure
trail, dipping my tongue into his navel. His muscles jump beneath my touch, and
his breaths are coming in short bursts. I move back to his beautiful dick,
sliding my lips up and down his generous length, simultaneously sucking. He
tastes amazing, and I love the feel of him against my tongue.
He grabs a handful of my hair, guiding my movements. I let
out a long moan and shift my position, moving to my knees. I’m so turned on; it’s
not even funny. I undo the button and zipper on my jeans and reach in to play
with my clit.
“Don’t!”
That sounded like more of a growl than a word. Removing my
hand, I focus on him. I suck as hard as I can, making sure my tongue never
stays still. He grabs my head with both hands and jerks his hips up.
“Casey!”
I feel the warmth of his cum shooting down my throat. Unable
to do anything else, I relax and let it trickle down. I’ve swallowed before,
but always with a cringe. With him, it’s different. I don’t even know why. When
he releases his hold on me, I let him slip out of my mouth and peek up at him
with a smile.
“Yum.”
“Minx.”
He pulls off the road and shifts into park, a determined
expression on his face. It’s back, the do-as-I-say look. He stares down at my
jeans in annoyance and barks an order.
“Take them off.”
I kick off my shoes and wiggle out of my jeans, wishing I’d
worn a skirt tonight. He grabs the lever beneath the seat and when it slides
back, he looks pointedly at his lap.
“Now, come here.”
I scramble on top of him. Finally! This is the moment
I’ve been waiting for. As I straddle his hips, I find he’s already hard again.
I flutter my lids at him and place my index finger on my bottom lip.
“Whatever are you going to do with me, Sheriff?”
“What I should have done a long time ago.”
He grabs the tiny straps of my thong, snapping it from my
waist, and the scrap of material gets tossed carelessly behind him. While his
right hand unbuttons my top, he reaches between us with his left and strokes my
clit. I move against his fingers, helping him to quickly discard the pesky top.
Before I can reach around and undo the clasp on my bra, he pushes the lacy
material up and over my breasts. He slips his finger inside me, closing his
mouth around my nipple at the same time.
“Oh, God!”
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, please.”
He lifts me effortlessly and slowly lowers me onto his dick.
As he slides inside me, I grab his shoulders, short bursts of sounds leaving my
lips. I flinch at the invasion but welcome the discomfort. Once he’s completely
buried inside me, he sinks his fingers into my hips. He feels so good—so big
and hard and wonderfully mine.
“Casey… Fuck.”
I move against him, my hips undulating to the ragged beat of
my breathing. He adjusts the back of his seat so he’s in more of a lying
position. I lean over him, splaying my hands on his hard chest, wishing his
shirt wasn’t in the way. His hands slide up my sides to cup my breasts, the
pads of his thumbs brushing against my aching nipples. I attack his lips, sending
my tongue to battle with his. He tastes like nothing I’ve ever tasted before, and
his touch is like nothing I’ve ever felt. He makes me feel like I’ve
never felt before. I whimper as his hands slide over my ass, squeezing hard. He
pulls back, intensely staring into my eyes.
“Come for me, Casey. Now.”
I shake my head stubbornly. “No!”
Who does he think he is? He can’t tell me when to come.
I’m not ready yet, damn it!
“Now.”
Okay… Maybe I am. He pulls me down on him, and my whole body
begins to shake. My muscles spasm wildly around him, and he growls, a low,
steady rumble coming from his chest. I throw my head back, waiting for the
seemingly never-ending tremors to subside. I think my eyes roll back into my
head and my toes curl. This is more than an orgasm—it’s a flat-out combustion! Even
my eyelids feel like they’re on fire. Forget the Richter scale; we’re talking total
destruction here.
“Fuck!” I exclaim when I finally stop shaking. “You really
take your job seriously, huh?”
“No one can call me a slacker.”
He shifts and suddenly I’m on my back across the middle and
passenger seats, beneath him. He thrusts into me slowly and deeply, making me
want to cry tears of joy. I’m sorry I ever doubted him. He must have studied under
the gods themselves. He goes deeper and deeper, burying his face in my neck. I
fist my hands in his hair as I writhe beneath him.
“So beautiful… and mine.”
Yeah. It is so yours!
“Don’t ever tell me no, Casey.”
“No… I mean yes… I mean I won’t.”
Fuck! What is he doing to me?
He moves faster, nipping at my shoulder with his teeth.
“Again.”
What is this weird power he has over my body? My hips jerk
north and my back arches as I come for him yet again. I clench around him and
meet his thrusts, circling my hips. He grunts and grabs the dashboard, his eyes
shut tightly. When he opens them, I get lost in the pools of molten chocolate.
Fuck.
I totally just rolled over and presented my belly for
scratching, didn’t I?