Deputy Gentry Adair
She’s mine.
It’s been that way since the year she turned sixteen—when she nearly pushed me over the edge of sanity. I remember it like it was yesterday. The way she climbed on top of me in the middle of the night when I’d stayed over at Joey’s after I had a little too much to drink. Somehow, through the fog of my drunkenness, I’d found the power to tell her no. Hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done. I had this sexy little thing rubbing against me and begging for sex. Like the gentleman I was, I resisted.
I’m no gentleman now.
She lets out a surprised shriek when I grip her ass and slide her off my cock that’s already trying to get hard again. Jessie Bennett is like a miracle drug for my dick. I’m already eager to fuck her once more. But first, I need to take care of her.
“Time to clean you up, sweetheart,” I tell her softly and smile at her as I lie her back on the cot.
Her blue eyes twinkle with love and happiness. She’s much more relaxed than she was when I first hauled her in here, kicking and screaming.
“Spread your legs and let me see your sore pussy,” I order with a flirtatious grin. “I want to make you feel better.”
Her brows furrow together, but like the good girl she is, she parts her thighs for me. I kneel at the far end of the cot and admire her red, glistening sex. My cum drips from her raw-looking lips, soaking into the cot below. I bet my cum mixed with hers is fucking delicious.
“I’m going to kiss you,” I growl as I lean forward and inhale her between her legs. Her scent is alluring as hell. Now that I’ve gotten a proper whiff of her, I’d be able to locate this perfect pussy anywhere. Like Toucan Sam, I’ll follow my goddamned nose until my tongue is buried inside her.
Her breath hitches when my lips press a soft kiss on her clit. I’m gentle as I love her pussy with just my mouth. Soft and tentative. My tongue is greedy, though, and refuses to be easy. The moment I run it along her seam and taste her orgasm mixed with mine, I become ravenous. I spear my tongue inside her tight hole, reveling in the cries of pleasure that rip from her.
“Gentry,” she moans, her fingers gripped tightly in my hair. “Don’t stop.”
As if I will ever stop. Now that I’ve had her, there will never be any stopping. She’s mine until the end. The slurping sounds would be vulgar to most ears, but to mine, they sound like music I need to hear more of. My grunts and her whimpers of pleasure are a symphony of longing getting slaughtered by love.
No more waiting.
No more wishing.
We can be together.
Her body is writhing on the cot so much that if I didn’t have her pussy pinned down with my mouth, she’d probably roll right off it and onto the floor. Once I break my girl out of jail, I’m going to give her a proper lovemaking in my bed.
Until then, she’ll get this desperate, long-overdue fucking.
My teeth tug gently at her clit and it’s enough to have her screaming. Somewhere amidst her strangled cry is an orgasm. Her body shakes violently. She’d admitted to being a virgin, and I hope to God she never made herself come this way. I want to be the only one to own that title. To be the one who makes her lose her mind with ecstasy. When she comes off her high, I lift up and admire my blonde beauty. Her eyes are closed and a smile plays at her lips. Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in this lifetime.
“You’re coming home with me tonight,” I tell her as my palm roams up her smooth stomach to her jiggling breast. “You’re coming home with me every night.”
Her features are soft as she regards me with a powerful look of love. It blazes in her eyes, so overwhelming I’m nearly burned by it. I take her hand and pull her into a sitting position. My lips press against the back of her hand.
“I have a present for you,” I tell her. “Get dressed and I’ll show you.”
“I thought your cock was my present,” she says with a laugh.
“My cock is most definitely the gift that keeps on giving,” I joke. “But I actually have a real present for you.”
Her eyes light up with excitement, and I vow right then that I’m going to give the girl presents every day of her life.
We both quickly dress. Once we’re done, I grab her hand and guide her over to the desk. I sit and then pull her into my lap. It’s amazing how easy this is for us. I suppose a couple of years of building desire will do that to two people.
I reach into my desk drawer and pull out a black velvet box. It’s small and holds something almost as pretty as she is. I lift the lid and hold it up for her. She plucks the ring from the holder and grins.
“This is gorgeous,” she breathes as she admires the blue stone that matches her eyes perfectly. “You shouldn’t have.”
I take her hand and then ease the ring on her finger. “I needed you to understand how much you mean to me, Jessie,” I tell her as I kiss her knuckle just above the ring. “I needed something you could look at every day. A promise to romance and love you until you’re ready for more.”
Her eyebrows lift and she smiles. “You plan to romance me?”
“The plan was to romance you tomorrow night. The ring. A nice steak dinner. You and me. I’ve been waiting a long time for this. But then you had to go off and be naughty,” I chide with a laugh. “Ruined all my plans.” I wink at her and she swats at me.
“And to think I was off being bad, hoping my favorite cop would come arrest me. Dreams do come true,” she teases.
I pull her to me and kiss her supple lips. “We still found our way together.”
“Do you remember that time you stormed into my house, grabbed our neighbor Josh by his T-shirt, and then punched him right in the face?” she questions abruptly.
I wince because I’d been so enraged, I’d wanted to do much more than clock some teenage asshole in the nose. “I remember.”
“Why’d you hit him? He refused to tell me.” Her blue eyes are soft as she regards me.
I threatened him and told him if he told a soul, I’d arrest him. “I’d overhead him at Sonic, bragging to one of his buddies that he was going to ‘hit that.’” My palm slides up under her dress and I let my longest finger graze along her pussy. Understanding dawns in her eyes. Her mouth parts in shock.
“Oh…”
“I followed him to your house and decked him because he most certainly was not allowed to hit,” I growl as I stroke her clit, causing her to shudder, “that.” I kiss her breast through her dress. “All of this was mine, even if I wasn’t allowed to touch it yet.”
She laughs. “Wow. Who knew you were such a brute? Just think, all this time I thought you saw me as an annoying kid.”
“You were annoying, all right,” I tease. “When you’d prance by wearing a pair of cutoff shorts with your ass hanging out whenever I’d be at your house having dinner, my cock would get embarrassingly hard, and that was annoying.”
We’re both chuckling when a deep voice booms from the doorway. I jerk my gaze over to see Sheriff McMahon glaring our way.
“I got a call from Gladys Morris on my cell that the station phone was down,” he grumbles as he walks over to the cord, which is still unplugged, and proceeds to plug it back in. “It was down, all right. Can I ask what in the hell is going on here?”
Jessie slides off my lap and smooths out her dress. “I just came to visit Gentry for my birthday.” She flashes him a sweet smile. Her smiles disarm everyone. They always worked like a charm for me.
Sheriff scowls. “How old are you, anyway?”
She shrugs and challenges him with a gaze. “Not much younger than Mandy and perfectly legal.”
He blanches at the mention of the town’s bad girl. “Okay, you two,” he grunts. “Just get out of here. I’ve got it from here.”
I give him a quick nod of thanks and all but drag my girl out of the building. Once outside, I press her against the brick wall and kiss her until she’s breathless. My cock is straining in my slacks once more. Apparently, it’s making up for lost time.
“You’re mine now, Jessie,” I remind her again as I nip at her bottom lip.
She cups my cheeks and grins. “I always was.”
The End