Page 20 of Seducing the Sheriff (Charming Butte #2)

“Payback,” he agreed cheerfully as he stepped back and unbuckled his jeans.

I watched avidly as he pushed down his pants and briefs, and his half-hard cock bounced against his belly, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum caught in the fine hairs.

I looked up to see him watching me. Maybe I went a little pink, but I refused to be embarrassed for ogling such a gorgeous man.

I couldn’t wait to drop to my knees and feast on his cock.

“My turn,” he said, a little breathless.

Greg turned on the faucets. It took a while for the temperature to get to his satisfaction.

“Good water pressure,” I observed.

“Yeah, it is, but the boiler’s ancient and it takes forever to get hot. Plenty of hot water though.”

Finally, it was hot enough for Greg’s satisfaction, and he waved me in. I jumped as he gave my ass a light slap as I joined him.

“Hey,” I growled.

“I’m sorry. It’s such a nice ass. I couldn’t resist.”

“You don’t sound sorry,” I grumble, but I couldn’t hide my grin, and we must have looked like loons grinning as we negotiated the water and each other.

I steered him under the water. “Get wet.” Greg lifted his face to the spray. He took my breath away; he was so beautiful.

He handed me a bottle. I looked down and couldn’t help chuckling.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, looking puzzled.

“We even use the same bodywash.”

“Great minds.”

I squeezed a dollop in my palm and rubbed my hands to them good and bubbly, then I smoothed the soapy bubbles over his chest.

“I haven’t been washed since I was a kid,” he said.

Greg closed his eyes, and any smart-Alec comment I was going to make died on my tongue.

I gazed at him in silence as I soaped him from head to foot, tracing the lines of his muscled body with my fingers and palms, then I turned him in the spray and watched the soap lines flow down the long line of his back and over his taut ass.

Then he did the same to me, and this time we locked gazes as he washed me. He took his time, his hands work-roughened but gentle, and I felt like I would melt under his touch. No one had ever taken care of me like this.

I’d expected a quick shower, suck him off, and then I’d go home. Fun, hot, but not tender. It left me confused and unsettled, and I never wanted it to stop. I could stay like this forever.

But an insistent nudge at my hip reminded me I had a job to do.

I looked down to find his erection poking my thigh.

I wrapped my hand around his cock, loving its solid weight.

I wasn’t a size queen, but he filled my hand nicely.

Greg groaned and buried his face in the crook of my neck.

I cupped his ass with one hand and jacked him slow and sure, taking my time, sensing when his breathing changed from ‘this is nice’ to “I want more.’ I didn’t rush, but he raised up on his toes and moaned into my neck.

I kissed his temple, then I sank down, grimacing a little as my knees met the hard base of the tub.

I was going to pay for this, but that was later.

Now I wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d given me.

I cupped his heavy sac, my middle finger stroking gently over his taint.

His thighs trembled and I held him steady.

“Fuck,” he muttered above my head. “You’re going to kill me, or we’ll both get a concussion.

Confused, I waited until Greg changed position, his back against the tiles, feet apart, bracing himself.

“Ready,” he murmured.

I glanced up to see a Greek God above me, all muscle, his cock erect and flushed dark red. As I watched, a drop of pre-cum slid over the head to be washed away by the spray. Oh no, that was mine. I held the rigid shaft and dipped my tongue into the slit, murmuring my pleasure at the musky taste.

I changed tack, sucking on his sac, gently rolling each orb with my tongue. I loved making men come just like this, but I had promised him a blowjob, and I was a man who kept my word.

“Cash.” Greg’s voice sounded strained.

I gripped the base of his shaft, nibbled my way to the head, then I sucked him into my mouth, hearing the groan above me. I couldn’t take him all in, but between my mouth, my hand around his cock, and the other cupping his balls, I wouldn’t leave him hanging.

I knew he couldn’t last long, his balls already tightening, gasps over my head, and his hands buried in my hair. Another day I’d draw it out, but now I aimed for the happy ending.

He clutched my hair, his hips thrusting forward, almost choking me, and he came, hot cum flooding my mouth.

I took it all, swallowing around him until he was still.

Then I sat back on my heels. Greg’s eyes were closed, but he seemed to sense I looked at him, because he opened them, and stared at me, his eyes unfocused.

“Wow,” he managed.

That worked for me.

He ran a finger at the edge of my mouth. “Missed a bit.”

I licked his finger, then I used the edge of the tub to get up, groaning and not in pleasure this time as one of them cracked. ‘I’m too old for this.”

“You’re as old as the man you feel,” Greg intoned.

Then we both cracked up as we were the same age.

We stood under the spray, leaning against each other, until it started to cool, then Greg turned off the faucets, climbed out, and threw me a towel.

“It’s clean.” He pulled a blue towel off the rail and started toweling himself. He yawned loudly. “I need sleep.”

“Do you want me to go home?” I asked as I dried my hair.

“Stay?”

I wasn’t sure if it was a question or not, but from the way his eyes were fixed on mine, my answer was important. “I will, but I’ll have to leave early. I need to get my uniform.”

“You’re not bothered about someone in Charming wondering why their sheriff is out so early?”

I thought about it, had a momentary freak-out, and decided a night spooning with Greg was worth possibly being spotted.

Greg shook his head. “Cash, never play poker, man. Your face is so expressive.”

“So what did I think?” I challenged.

He counted on my fingers. “That sounds nice. Oh my God, what if they see me. But Greg, naked. Lust.”

He had me dead to rights. I couldn’t deny it at all. I growled and Greg laughed.

“Come on. I don’t know about you, but it’s been a long day, and I need to sleep.”

He took my towel when I was done, threw them both into the tub with a, “I’ll do laundry tomorrow,” and led the way out of the bathroom and into his bedroom while he renovated the house. It was going to be his office when he was done.

I looked dubiously at the air mattress with pillows, a sleeping bag and a folded comforter on it. “I don’t know, Greg. Do you think this will hold us both?”

“Only one way to find out,” he said cheerfully. “I’ll even share my pillows.”

“What a saint.”

“You’re welcome.”

He unzipped his sleeping bag. It was large and spread over the mattress.

I eased onto it. Then Greg tugged the comforter over me.

He flicked the light off and joined me under the comforter, spooning around me, his hand splayed over my chest. I felt, rather than heard, his sigh between my shoulder blades.

“This is nice,” he murmured. “Thanks for today.”

I enfolded his hand in mine, wanting to kiss him, but not quite brave enough. Instead, I returned his words. “You’re welcome.”