Page 11 of Silver Spoon Falls, Vol. I

DILLON

"Hide me," I growl, stomping into my wife's office in the middle of the day.

She glances up from her computer with a startled look on her face and a pen tucked behind her ear. Her gaze runs over my face before her lips quirk into an amused smile. "Hey, handsome. Who are you hiding from this time?"

"This whole goddamn town." I shove the door closed behind me and then inhale a deep breath, reveling in the momentary silence.

Nothing calms me down like Jules. Just being near her brings instant peace.

With her sweet scent all over this office, it's like my own personal heaven.

I'd far rather be here than in the broom closet I commandeered a few years ago.

I thought I'd get a little peace in the motherfucker. Ha!

My own damn staff sold me up the river. Half the town knows where to find me. They don't even check my actual office anymore. They just come straight to my hideaway. It's a revolving door of pain-in-the-ass millionaires, billionaires, and ne'er-do-wells.

Maybe I need a new job.

Jules pushes away from her desk before rising to her feet. She pads toward me in her pink scrubs, a playful smirk on her face. "So…what you're saying is that we've got about fifteen minutes before they realize you're here instead of wherever you should be?"

"Pretty much," I sigh. It's never enough time, especially when she always looks so fucking beautiful. And let's be clear, my wife is always beautiful. She's a pretty little goddess who drives me wild. She's had my whole heart since the day I first set eyes on her.

It's been ten years, and I still fall a little harder every fucking day.

"Hmm," she hums, pressing up against me with her arms looped around my neck. "Whatever will we do with those fifteen minutes, Sheriff?"

"I can think of a few things," I growl, my hands sinking into her hips as I turn her so her back is against the door.

Easier to keep everyone out that way. I bury my face in her throat, flicking my tongue against her skin.

Desire is already surging through my veins, stiffening my cock.

It was the minute I walked through the door.

But Christ Almighty, having her in my arms hits different, like a goddamn shot of adrenaline right to the greedy bastard between my legs.

"Have you had lunch?" I ask, slipping my fingers into the waistband of her scrub pants.

"I have. Tate brought me something an hour ago."

I grunt in response, grateful that he looks out for her the way he does.

I'd hate to have to kill the man for not looking after my woman.

But he's a helluva good boss, even if he does piss me off on the daily.

And if he gave her food, then there's nothing stopping me from giving her cock for dessert. It's a win-win for me.

"Dillon," she moans, her head thumping against the door when I shove my hand into her pants to cup her pretty little pussy.

"You going to let me eat you for dessert then, baby?"

"Yes."

I bite the side of her throat, grinding my thumb against the seam of her panties. She's already wet and needy for me. Christ, when isn't she wet and needy for me? After ten years, the heat between us hasn't faded at all. It grows hotter every damn year. She grows sexier every damn year.

How is a man supposed to think about work when his wife walks around looking like a fuckable angel all day, every day?

I flick her panties to the side, parting her slit with one finger. My lips come down on hers, swallowing her moan. I feel it vibrating against my fucking balls, though.

I take my time, toying with her until her short nails are digging into my shoulders and she's gasping the sweetest little pleas against my lips, begging me to let her come.

I drop to my knees, dragging her pants and panties down with me.

She's a trembling ball of expectation above me, her blue eyes wide and dilated as she meets my gaze, her lip caught between her teeth. Her leg fits over my shoulder exactly like it belongs there. My lips trace a familiar path along her inner thigh, heading straight for heaven.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

"Son of a bitch!" I growl, grabbing her before she lands on her ass.

"Jules! Is Dillon in there with you?" Tate shouts through the door.

"No!" I shout back. "Fuck off."

I'm killing everyone in this town. Everyone. Starting with Tate Cockblocking Bastard Grimes.

"Easton just called for you. You've got a shooting. We gotta go," he calls through the door, ignoring me.

"What the fuck?" Who got shot? And why does he sound…amused?

"Giant shot Cowboy. They're on the way to the ER."

What the actual fuck?

"Oh no," Jules whispers.

I watch, pissed, as she slips from my grasp like smoke, hopping on one foot until she manages to catch her balance.

I watch her leaping into her clothes, but all I see is God smiting this whole town.

My wife was half naked and ready to come on my tongue thirty seconds ago.

Now, she's jumping into her clothes like her ass is on fire…

and Cormac Carmichael is responsible for this travesty. There needs to be some smiting.

"I'm retiring," I growl, hauling myself to my feet.

"No, you aren't," she says, laughter spilling from her lips. "You love your job."

"I love you naked and coming on my tongue more." I stomp toward her, yanking her into my arms to kiss her breathless. "Come see me in prison, baby."

Another burble of laughter spills from her lips. "You aren't going to prison, Dillon."

I grunt, because I just fucking might today. If Giant isn't dead by the time I get there, his big ass just might be by the time I leave.

***

Tate and I rush through the doors of the ER, not even ten minutes later, to find Cowboy face up on a stretcher, glaring at Giant like he wants to do a little smiting himself.

"Stop looking at me like that," Giant grumbles, his arms crossed as he leans against the wall across from the bed.

"You. Shot. Me," Cowboy growls from between clenched teeth.

" Accidentally," Giant says. "I accidentally shot you."

Jesus Christ. I already don't want to be here, dealing with whatever fucked up shitshow this is going to be.

"I fucking warned you that the trigger was catching!" Cowboy practically shouts at him.

"How was I supposed to know you were going to walk in front of a loaded weapon?" Giant throws his hands up in exasperation and then spots me and Tate standing there. He turns to us, looking frazzled…and a little amused. "I shot him."

"I heard," I ask, shaking my head. "What the fuck happened?"

"He shot me," Cowboy growls, still glaring at Giant like he wants to murder him.

"In the ass, motherfucker. I shot you in the ass ."

"Jesus Christ." Tate walks to the bed and yanks back the covers.

Cowboy is face down, his bare ass up. One cheek is covered in a gauze. The other is…well, the motherfucker needs sunlight, that's for damn sure. That shade of pasty white cannot be healthy.

"It's a graze," Giant mumbles, raking a hand down his face. "The idiot walked in front of me while I was trying to fix his stupid gun. The bullet grazed his ass cheek." His lips twitch. "From the way he's acting, it's a mortal goddamn wound, though."

"Fuck you. You shot me."

"I said sorry." Giant shrugs, clearly not too repentant.

I stare between the two of them for a long moment, trying to decide which of them to kill first. "Nope," I decide. "Nu-uh."

I reach for the badge pinned to my chest and unlatch it.

"What are you doing?" Giant eyes me warily.

"Yeah. What are you doing?" Cowboy repeats when I drop the badge on the table beside his bed before reaching for my gun belt.

I unclip it without a word before setting it beside the badge.

"Easton!" I shout into the hallway, ignoring the Three Stooges looking at me like I've lost my fucking mind. Maybe I have. Maybe. "Get in here."

Footsteps come running down the hall, and then Easton appears in the doorway.

"You're in charge," I mutter to him. "I quit."

"What the fuck?" Tate and Giant mutter at the same time.

"You can't quit! Giant shot me," Cowboy complains.

"I quit before I shoot all three of you big bastards.

I could be having sex with my wife right now.

But you've got me over here, listening to the two of you argue about who is responsible for Cowboy getting shot in the ass.

Nope. I'm out. Done. Finished." I shake my head, backing toward the door. "I did not sign up for this."

"Uh…yeah, you did," Tate says. "It's in the job description."

"I don't think that's helping right now," Easton growls at him.

"Figure it out. I'm going back to my wife."

I step out into the hallway.

"Dillon! You can't quit!"

"Dillon, what the fuck?"

"Dillon!"

I ignore their panicked voices, strolling down the hall with a smile on my face.

Why the fuck didn't I think of this sooner?

***

"That's it, baby," I growl, yanking Jules back onto my cock as she shouts my name, her pussy fluttering up and down my shaft. "Keep coming just like that for me."

She whimpers as I drive into her again and again, throwing her from one orgasm straight into another. I don't stop fucking her until there's a hitch in my side and my lungs burn. Christ, it feels so goddam good. She's wet, tight perfection around me.

I press my thumb to her clit, grinding it as she shatters around me again, her inner muscles clamping down on my dick so hard, there's no chance of holding my own orgasm off this time. I bury myself deep, growling her name as her pussy milks my cock.

I spill into her again and again, praying to God that I get her pregnant again.

There's nothing better than my wife pregnant with my babies. I'd keep her that way if she'd let me. Hell, I've tried to keep her pregnant for the last ten years.

She whimpers my name, slumping beneath me.

I groan, collapsing on top of her. I roll us so I don't crush her with my weight, dragging her on top of me.

My cock slips from her heat, and we both groan in protest. I quickly solve that problem by thrusting back inside of her where I belong.

It hurts in the best goddamn way possible, every nerve ending in my cock is sensitive.

She trembles on top of me, burrowing into my chest with a happy sigh.

"I love you," I murmur, brushing my lips across her temple.

"Love you more."

I grin because we both know that's impossible, but she likes to argue about it anyway.

For long moments, we just hold each other, content. And then she peeks up at me.

"I heard something interesting today."

"Yeah? What's that?"

"Someone—I won't mention any names—had a meltdown in the emergency room and tried to quit his job."

"Weird," I say, deadpan.

"Dillon!"

My lips quirk into a grin. "Who snitched? Tate?"

"Easton."

"The dick."

"You can't quit. You love your job."

"I love getting inside you more."

"As if your job has ever stopped you before." She rolls her eyes at me. "You basically only keep it so you can stalk me and get away with it."

"That's n…actually, that is true."

She smirks at me before sobering. "You can't quit."

"I'm not quitting," I say before she gets all riled up. As hot as she is when she's being all feisty, I know she's genuinely worried this time. "I just had a moment."

"Why?"

"Cowboy was bare-ass on the table because Giant shot him in the ass, Jules. A motherfucker can only handle so much before he snaps. It was either walk away or kill everyone." I shrug one shoulder. "I figured since conjugals aren't really a thing anymore, I should walk away."

"Maybe you need therapy."

I roll her beneath me, slipping my hands in hers to pull hers up above her head. "You are my therapy."

"Dillon," she moans.

"I don't need therapy." I nuzzle my face into her throat. "I just needed to finish what I started with you today instead of dealing with Cowboy's naked ass. That's all."

"You don't really want to quit?"

"Nah. We both know this town would fall the fuck apart if I did. Besides, it's not like they'd let me anyway. I don't even run anymore. The fuckers just keep voting for me anyway."

Her body shakes with laughter. "That's your own fault, Sheriff Armstrong. You made them love you."

I kiss the laughter from her lips, a helluva lot calmer than I was a few hours ago.

"Tate dropped your badge and gun off. They're in my office," she murmurs when I finally let her up again. "You can pick them up in the morning."

"Nah," I whisper, hooking her leg around my waist. "I'll pick them up next week. I've got plans this week." I nip her throat. "They end with you pregnant with another of my babies, Jules."

She moans my name, her body clenching around my cock in a way that has me ready to spend every minute of the next week buried inside her just like this. "I like this plan."

Hell, so do I. If the whole town falls apart by then, fuck it. We'll rebuild.