Page 26 of Seducing the Sheriff (Charming Butte #2)

“Want you so bad,” I murmured against his mouth as my hands roamed the broad expanse of his back, feeling every ridge of muscle, every dip and curve.

Cash hummed in agreement, trailing his lips down my neck, pausing to nip at my collarbone. His stubble scratched deliciously against my sensitive skin. I arched into him, desperate for more contact.

“How do you want this?” Cash asked, his voice husky as he reached for the lube packet.

“I want to see you.” I spread my legs to make room for him.

He tore open the packet with his teeth, squeezing the contents onto his fingers. His eyes never left mine as he reached down, circling my entrance with slick fingers. I gasped at the cool sensation, my body tensing momentarily before relaxing into his touch.

“That's it,” Cash murmured, slowly pressing one finger inside me. “Mmm…so tight and hot.”

I did as instructed, focusing on the sensation of him carefully opening me up. It had been so long since I'd bottomed for anyone, the stretch was almost unfamiliar, but Cash's patient movements helped ease me through it.

“More,” I urged after a few minutes, rolling my hips against his palm.

Cash obliged, adding a second finger, then a third, working me open with meticulous care. By the time he crooked his fingers and nudged my gland, I was writhing beneath him, a thin sheen of sweat covering my skin.

“Come on, Cash.” I groaned, clutching at his shoulders. “I’m ready. Please.”

He withdrew his fingers and reached for the condom, tearing open the foil packet with steady hands despite the hunger in his eyes. I watched, mesmerized, as he rolled it down his impressive length, giving himself a few strokes before positioning himself between my thighs.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered, lining himself up against my entrance.

I nodded, wrapping my legs around his waist as he began to push forward.

The pressure was intense—a burning stretch that had me clutching his biceps, my breath caught in my throat.

As I exhaled slowly, I willed my muscles to relax as he eased in another inch.

The initial discomfort began to fade, replaced by a fullness that had me craving more.

“Don’t stop.” I clutched the hard muscles of his arms tighter.

Cash’s eyes locked with mine, darkening with desire. “Not planning to,” he promised, pushing deeper.

The mattress shifted beneath us, the plastic creaking as he seated himself fully inside me. I let out a shaky breath, adjusting to his size, the glorious stretch making my toes curl.

“You okay?” His voice sounded strained, and I could tell he was struggling to keep still.

“Better than okay,” I murmured, rocking my hips. “Come on, Cash. Move. Show me what you got.”

He growled, withdrawing slowly before sliding back in, setting a measured pace that had me clutching at his shoulders. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through me, building like a gathering storm. The mattress dipped and swayed beneath us, adding an unexpected rhythm to our movements.

“So good. So damn good.” Cash lowered his head and captured my lips in a searing kiss.

I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. The mattress creaked beneath us, the sound mixing with our labored breaths and soft moans. Cash angled his hips slightly, and I nearly shouted when he hit that perfect spot inside me.

“There,” I croaked, digging my fingers into his shoulders. “Right there.”

He maintained the angle, hitting my gland with each deliberate thrust. My cock lay hard and leaking against my stomach, untouched but throbbing with need. As if reading my mind, Cash wrapped his hand around me, stroking in time with his movements.

“Not gonna last.” The tension coiled tightly in my core, and trying to hold back would be impossible. Not with his sure, practiced tugs and hard length driving into me.

“Me neither.” Cash groaned, his rhythm faltering slightly as he picked up speed. “Let go for me,” he urged, his voice a rough whisper against my ear.

The command undid me. I arched off the mattress, my release hitting me with unexpected force as I spilled over his fingers and onto my stomach. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, my body clenching around him as I rode out my climax.

Cash hissed, his movements becoming more erratic. He squeezed my hip as he drove into me one final time, his body going rigid. Cash pulsed inside me, his face a beautiful mask of ecstasy as he came.

For several moments, we remained locked together, our ragged breaths mingling in the quiet room. Cash lowered himself carefully, bracing his weight on his forearms to avoid crushing me. He pressed his forehead against mine, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“That was...” he trailed off, seemingly searching for the right word.

“Yeah,” I agreed, understanding exactly what he meant. Words seemed inadequate to describe what had just happened between us.

Cash carefully withdrew, both of us wincing slightly at the sensation. He tied off the condom and tossed it in the small wastebasket I'd placed near the bed. Then he settled back beside me, pulling me against his chest.

“Mattress held up pretty well,” he murmured into my hair, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.

I chuckled, feeling the slight give of the air mattress beneath us. “Surprisingly sturdy engineering.”

We lay in comfortable silence, our breathing gradually returning to normal.

My body felt pleasantly used, a delicious soreness settling into my muscles and ass.

Cash’s heartbeat steadied under my ear, a rhythmic reminder of his solid presence beside me.

The sweat cooled on our bodies in the night air, and I shivered slightly.

“Cold?” Cash reached over to tug a tangled blanket over us.

I hummed contentedly, nestling closer to his warmth. “Not anymore.”

His fingers continued their gentle exploration, tracing the curve of my shoulder, the line of my spine. It felt intimate in a way that transcended the sex we’d shared—this quiet aftermath, this wordless connection.

“What are you thinking about?” he murmured after a while.

I considered the question, surprised by how comfortable I felt in this vulnerable state. “How unexpected this all is. Everything. You, the town, us.”

Cash’s chest vibrated with a soft hum. “Good unexpected, I hope?”

“Definitely good.” I propped myself up on an elbow to gaze down at him.

The moonlight filtering through the uncovered windows cast shadows across Cash's features, highlighting the strong line of his jaw, the curve of his lips. In that moment, he looked so open, so genuine, that something shifted inside me.

“I didn't come to Charming looking for this.” I brushed my fingers across his chest. “Hell, I barely came here with a plan at all beyond trying to settle somewhere.”

Cash caught my hand, bringing it to his lips, pressing a kiss against my palm.

“Sometimes the best things happen when we’re not looking for them.

” The air between us seemed charged, weighted with possibilities neither of us was ready to name.

Cash traced my bottom lip with his thumb. “I'm glad you came to Charming.”

“Me too.” I was surprised by how much I meant it.

Cash pulled me down for another kiss, this one gentle and unhurried, as if we had all the time in the world. When we parted, I settled back against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, I experienced true contentment. And whatever the future might hold, I know one thing for sure. I’d never regret choosing Charming as my forever home or meeting the town’s hot sheriff.

“Don’t get me going again,” Cash laughed as we stepped from the shower. “You’re a beast.”

I snapped his fine, naked ass with my towel. It featured a smattering of fur, but it was perfect in my eyes. “It’s all your fault. I can’t control myself around you.”

Cash let out a small growl as he pulled me close by cupping the back of my neck. “Same. If I can be so bold, let’s meet tomorrow at my house after my shift once you’re done for the day.”

I took a quick kiss, scraping my teeth across his bottom lip before letting go. “So we can fuck on a real mattress?”

He chuckled. “That, too. But I also want everyone to know you’re mine.”

I rubbed against him, his semi inspiring me to go for round two. Maybe after an hour or two of recuperating. It was still sort of early.

“From what you told me, it sounds like they already do.”

Cash shook his head, his voice softening. “Not officially. This is me staking my claim.”

I shivered, but not from being cold. “Then I should definitely come over.”

We locked gazes. “It’s an open invitation, you know. I’m done waiting for the right one.” Cash exhaled on a long breath, giving me an easy smile. “You’re already here.”

Tears burned in my eyes. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Cash took my mouth in a long, leisurely kiss, with me responding in kind.

We mapped each other’s bodies with our hands, our cocks hardening, the heat warming me from within.

I hadn’t meant to start up again, but damn.

How could I resist such a gorgeous man? Especially after what he said about me, about us.

Us.

I’d despaired of ever knowing what it meant to be in a true relationship rather than a mindless hookup with someone I’d never see again. Another house, another town, another guy who didn’t mean anything.

Not anymore. Even if I hadn’t already planned on staying in Charming, Cash would’ve made me change my mind. I’d never met someone who made as much sense as he did. Someone real.

“You taste so good,” Cash whispered against my lips.

“Likewise.” I chuckled, pressing my forehead to his.

“Am I spending the night?”

My heart skipped a beat. “I’m thinking yes. After all, you don’t want to drive down that dark, lonely road now.”

Cash tightened his embrace. “Never want to again.”