Page 68 of Secrets That Bind Us

Dean

Present Day

I get out of my little spot between the large oak trees that canopy and race behind the vehicle that just flew past me.

I check my gauge and notice the driver is going almost twenty miles over the speed limit.

Not in my town. I flip my sirens on, but they speed up.

Down we go, past the old church. Past the cemetery, the other church, down that two-lane road I’ve come to love.

They pass the property, gaining speed past the Hicks’.

Finally, they turn on their signal light to Houghton Cemetery– the last cemetery before reaching Old Adelaide.

I step out of the cruiser, let a small shiver go down my spine at the small early November breeze.

Other than the rainstorm that happened out of nowhere– because Texas – it’s a beautiful day.

Full of overcast. Some crows are dipping their beaks into the wet soil, the trees are starting to lose all of their leaves, making them crunch under my boots. I knock on the window of the SUV.

The driver rolls it down. “Yes?”

“Ma’am,” I greet, doing my best not to look down her shirt, breasts practically pushed up to her neck by one of those push-up bras. “Do you know just how fast you were goin’?”

She tilts her head to look at me. “Fast enough I had to slow down for you to catch me.”

I purse my lips, and grind down on my molars, feeling the muscle in my jaw tic. I huff out a breath and look over the roof of the car, seeing the vacant cemetery – the small chapel on the grounds having closed down decades ago. “I’m gonna need you to get out of the car.”

She hums, and I step back so she can open the door. A small gust of wind makes the skirt of her dress low up a bit. Christ . I lead her over to the hood. “Fine. But I want you to know I’m telling my fiancé all about this. He’s a cop here.”

I nod nonchalantly. Staring up at the trees, I bite my lip.

Christ, she smells fucking good. “Sure, sure. Now, turn around, hands on the hood. Down. That’s right.

Now, I’m gonna pat you down. Do you have anything on you that could be considered as a weapon?

” I kick her legs apart, step a little closer so she can feel me.

I start patting her down, growing hard at feeling the contours of her body under my palms. Every time the wind blows, I can smell her little floral perfume and citrus shampoo.

Once I’m done patting her sides, I stand, place my hands between her breasts, and glide my hands beneath them in a swipe which makes her gasp.

Fuck yes. Music to my fucking ears.

I squat down and plant a kiss on her left ass cheek.

I start at her ankles that are wrapped by the straps of her heels, and move them upwards, so fucking slowly I can feel when her legs tremble.

I like that. Up her inner thigh, to the apex of her sex.

I lift my finger and gently slide it between her puffy pussy lips I had the honor of kissing last night.

“Officer, I don’t think you’re supposed to be touching me there,” She moans in a whisper.

I switch my hands to her other leg and do the same, this time slipping my index finger into her soaking entrance.

“It’s Sheriff , Miss Huntington. You normally drive twenty miles over the speed limit with no panties on ‘round these parts?” I plunge my finger deeper into her, which makes her moan out loud in the empty cemetery.

Only for my ears. And that gets me as hard as granite.

“No?”

“Hmm… so then I’m the lucky one that got to catch you like this, huh? Bend over a little more, baby. I need to touch that sweet spot.”

She does as she’s told, obeying so prettily and then, “Oh, fuck. Dean.”

“That’s it. Say my name, baby. You know what it does to me. Now, I’m gonna lift this skirt up and eat my lunch. You okay with that?”

“Yes!”

“That’s my good girl.” I pull my fingers out, which wins me a whimper, push her skirt up, bunching it around her delicious hips, and shove my entire face into her soaking cunt, swiping my tongue from her clit to her hole and going back down, groaning when her taste explodes on my tongue.

“Fuck, I love the way your pussy tastes.”

She reaches behind her to shove my face back to her pussy and I laugh. “Hands to yourself, Miss Huntington, or I’m gonna have to put you in handcuffs.”

She reaches for my head again, and I rise to my full height, grabbing her hands and my cuffs, putting them over her wrists and tightening them enough not to bruise. “Oh, fuck, Dean-”

“If you want to be a brat, Miss Huntington, I’ll treat you accordingly. Now, are you gonna let me eat this pussy ‘till you’re begging me to fuck you and I shove every fucking inch of me into you, or are you gonna whine?”

“I’ll be good.” She whimpers.

“That’s right, baby. Now, lean forward. Don’t interrupt me again.”

“Yes sir.” She bends over even further so her ass and pussy are on full display.

Fuck me. I sink back to my knees on the wet soil, no longer giving a fuck about my uniform. I’ve had worse on it than a little dirt. “God, I love you. Is all this mine, baby?” I push her ass apart and swirl my tongue around her clit and suck her into my mouth.

“Oh, God yes. No one but you. Ever. Oh, God.” She pants.

“Ain’t no God here, baby, so you cry out to me , you understand?”

“Dean!”

“Much better.” I groan, dipping back into her, pleasuring her the way she taught me how to love her body. I can feel her thighs shake, the way she rubs her pussy against my tongue seeking me. “Awww… baby… do you need more?”

“Yes!”

I shove three fingers into her roughly, and she cries out my name so loud, the birds in the trees fly off.

Rapidly flicking my tongue against her clit, I wait for that sexy-as-fuck to me moment when she starts massaging my fingers with her inner walls, letting me know she’s ready for me.

She’s so so close to shattering for me. And then I wait for that sexy little–

“Dean, please, I need you. ”

Ain’t gotta tell me twice. Quickly I unfasten my trousers, pull myself out, guide myself into her, and thrust every inch of myself that I can into her.

My eyes practically cross at how fucking warm and wet she is every time, and I have to close them just to open them back up, so I don’t miss a thing.

God, my dick looks so good inside of her. “Oh, fuuuccckkk… Baby…”

She wiggles her hips and then pushes back. “Dean!” her hands grasp at my bulletproof vest, trying her damnedest to tug me closer. “Please, Sheriff Carson, please fuck me.”

I wrap her hair around my wrist and spank her plush ass, rippling with each bounce. It looks so fucking good, it makes my mouth water. I swallow it down and yank her to me, running my hand over her throat and squeeze. I lower my head to her ear. “You need me to fuck you hard, baby?”

She shivers in my grasp. “Yes! I’m so close.

Only you know how to do it. Please fuck me.

” She moans with urgency, and I oblige my woman.

I let her go and push her gently down between the shoulder blades, pulling my hips back only to pump in rapid, hard, succession, feeling her pussy pulsate around my throbbing cock, massaging my shaft, so ready to come for me.

“You’re such a naughty fucking slut for me, baby. Look at you, out in broad daylight, getting fucked in a cemetery. You’re such a filthy fucking girl, Verity. Fuck, there you go, Ver. Look at my pretty girl taking my entire dick. Is this what you needed?”

“Yes!” She squeals. “God, you feel so good. Harder, please!”

Christ. I haul her back to me, reach over her hip and down to her clit, using three fingers to rub that precious little gem, and she grips me tighter.

White dots blur my vision until the only thing I see is her.

All I ever see is her. All I have ever seen is her.

“I’m gonna fucking come inside this pretty pussy if you don’t stop that. ”

“Please don’t stop. Please don’t… oh, fuck, fuck, yes!

OH FUCK! DEAN!” She screams my name, and my hips lose all control, letting her take me with her into depths or high heavens, I don’t even know.

I grunt her name, falling forward until my forehead hits the back of her head.

Panting, I take out the small key and unlock the cuffs, stuffing them back where they belong.

I withdraw from my girl, tuck myself in, and plant soft kisses along her shoulders while I smooth down her dress.

Bringing her hands forward, she turns in my arms, and I look down at the love of my life while she puts her arms around my neck. “That was so hot.” she blushes.

“I’ve never done that before. But I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

“Was it everything you wanted?”

“If it involves you, yes. Thanks for playing along.”

She quirks a brow. “You know… I have fantasies of my own.”

I grin lazily, “Is that right?”

“And you’re the star in all of them.”

Yeah, I’m swooning. I cover her mouth with mine– to taste the coffee she had at the last dress fitting this morning with Zoey before texting me that she was on her way home to email a few things from her work laptop– but I don’t want her to go home alone.

Strange shit keeps happening. Clifford keeps getting out, and I really don’t think it’s Noah letting him out of his cage.

Bear keeps growling at the fucking corners, and I can tell we’re at our wits end.

“I’m sure we can make them work. You ready to go to the farmhouse? ”

She scrunches her nose. “Yeah. You ready to chaperone the dance tonight?”

I nod. “It’ll be fun.” I frown.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just– Noah got so sad when he learned he can’t go.”

“It’s good for Noah to get some separation from Savvy. Besides, he’ll be making all of these memories himself soon. God, they grow so fast.” She blinks up at me. “I’m so happy you’re going to experience all of this with me, Dean. I am so ready to walk this life with you.”

My heart. “Come on, let’s go. There’s still so much to do.”

Middle school dances are… weird.