My Sheriff (Regret, South Dakota Book 3)

by M. K. Moore

  “Yo, birthday bitch. I brought your nephew for birthday kisses.” Oh shit, it’s my sister.

  “Breezy, don't come in here. Gimme a second.” I'll have to kick her ass if she sees him naked.

  “Omg," she singsongs loudly. "Do you have a guy in there? Is it Gordo from the food delivery service? Sheriff O'Grady will flip his shit,” she says laughing hysterically.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper mortified. “I don't like him, I swear I don’t,” I say as he lets me down. As soon as my feet touch the floor, I start to jog over to my clothes, but I have to slow down. My pussy is sore as hell. But like, a good sore.

  “Believe me, I know that, baby. Shit. Your back is all torn up from the wall. I'm sorry. I'll take better care of you next time.”

  “Nothing but battle wounds. Besides, what makes you think there will be a next time?” I say sassily pulling my pants on. He frowns.

  “What?” he asks pausing in pulling on his pants.

  “Kidding. Geez. You used to have a sense of humor. Ya know, before I gave you my cherry.” I skip my bra, putting it in Dallas’ pocket instead. I pull my shirt on and wince. I'd hate to see what my back looks like right now, but it really was worth it. So worth it. The rest of my life worth it.

  “Don't test me, Meredith.” I shiver involuntarily. I definitely want to test him. I just nod instead.

  “Breezy? You can come on back now,” I say, and she bounces around the corner, baby Kyle cradled in her arms.

  “Well, well, well. What have we here? Good morning, Sherriff."

  "I think Dallas will do just fine, Bree," he says. I notice his hair is standing on end. When was I pulling it? Things got a bit frenzied there for a minute.

  “Aubree. Stop. Please.” I beg her with my eyes. She knows what I'm trying to say because she changes the subject.

  “I just came to see if you wanted to get breakfast, but it looks like you’re full.”

  “Haha. I still have to finish the pastries.”

  “Mom’s coming in. We can finish this up for you,” she says.

  “Really?” I ask and she nods. “Oh, well then that’s great,” I say laughing.

  "I'll put Kyle in his bouncy seat and finish up while we wait on Nana."

  "You sure?" I ask. I hate shirking my responsibilities. Saturday is our busiest day.

  "Go on, get out of here," she says, laughing. "But call me later." I nod.

  “Let’s go, Mere.” I smile at the sound of Dallas’ voice. It’s thicker than I’ve ever heard it. My pussy clenches and drips. Fuck, am I ever gonna get used to that?

  “Uh-huh," I say. I know I'm blushing. I lean over and kiss Kyle’s head softly before switching out the flip-flops for my socks and boots. Dallas helps me into my coat and spins me to face him. His lips land on mine. Mmm. Now that I've had a moment to process what happened between us, I know that it'll never be enough. Once outside, I take in a deep breath.

  "Give me your keys, baby," he says holding his hand out. I drop them into his open palm. He leads me to the passenger seat of my tiny royal blue Volkswagen Beetle, and I climb in. I giggle uncontrollably when he folds himself into the driver's seat. As soon as he turns the car on, AC/DC blares out of the speakers. "Ah, redemption," he says, grinning at me.

  "What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, confused.

  "This is much better than what you were listening to in there," he says gesturing toward the bakery. I grin, but quickly hide it. I know I have an eclectic taste in music, but I don’t care.

  "Hey. Don't mess with my music. I love it all," I say hotly.

  "I am gonna love when you get all riled up," he says putting the car in drive. Before I know it, we are at his house. It's snowing again. Go figure. The inside of his house is bland, and everything is a weird tan color.

  “I left it blank for you,” he says after seeing me looking around. My heart melts. He has lived in this drab place for over a year just so I could decorate it.

  “That’s lovely,” I say. I can see splashes of color on the wall and toys scattered on the floor. I should probably slow down my thoughts, but I can’t. To busy myself, I take my shoes and socks off and wiggle my toes. Much better.

  “How about a shower, baby?” he asks. I nod.

  “Then what?”

  “I’ll feed you, then we’ll spend the day in bed.”

  “Sounds perfect,” I breathe. “But we could just skip to step three.” Our eyes connect and his flashes with lust.

  “I should take care of you, baby.”

  “You will, but right now, I need you again. It’s my birthday after all,” I say batting my eyelashes at him. Who needs food when you have a man like him?

  “That it is,” he says stalking toward me like I’m his pray. I swallow hard, and every hair on my body stands on end. When he reaches me, he kisses me hard and then lifts me up like I weigh nothing. I kiss him again and he growls. We go down a hallway and he drops me on his bed. He pulls my pants down and tosses them across the room. I take my own shirt off. I'm in a hurry for him to be inside me again. Owning me. I feel a little awkward lying there, so exposed, but the way he’s looking at me has me getting over it quick. He kicks his shoes off, and strips. “Spread those thighs, baby. Let me see that pretty pink pussy.” I do what he asks. He grips his cock, stroking it. I flutter my fingers over my clit. “That’s it, baby. Show me. Make yourself come for me.” It doesn’t take much. I rub my clit in the way I know makes me come the fastest. His stare bores through me, and I fucking love it and him.

  Chapter Four

  Four

  Dallas

  Her long delicate fingers playing with her juicy cunt just about does me in. God, even her cherry red nail polish does it for me. She moans and sighs as she plays with her clit. My cock is throbbing in my hand. I am mad with desire. She has completely ruined me, just like I knew she would. I have been waiting for this day for what feels like forever. Now that she’s in my bed where she belongs, it feels a bit surreal. What did I do to deserve her? Whatever it was, I’m gonna do it until the day I die.

  “Dallas help me. Please help me,” she begs, and I have no choice but to do as she asks. Climbing on the bed between her thighs, I plunge two fingers into her tight snatch. Her scream of delight is followed by a long moan that has my cock leaking onto my unmade bed. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, pulling me closer to her. I work my fingers inside her until she shatters around me. Pulling my fingers out of her, I suck them into my mouth.

  The taste of her juices on my tongue makes me crazy. She tastes like heaven and she's all mine. I lower my body and drink straight from the source. Licking her from her clit to her ass, going back to her clit, sucking on it hard until she comes on my face epically. More and more wetness from her soaks the bed under us. I’ll never forget the taste of her for as long as I live. It’s like sweetness and sin all wrapped in one feisty little package.

  Raising back up on my knees, I line my cock up with her opening, I slowly slide into her. Inch by agonizing inch, my every instinct is telling me to go faster, go harder, but I want to savor the feeling. Her legs wrap around my waist, her heels dig into my ass, and her fingernails claw down my back. Every inch of our skin touches, yet it's not enough. I need more. I need to mark her soul for my own. Every thrust gets me that much closer. Her little mewls of pleasure spur me on to fuck into her harder and harder.

  "Come for me Meredith. Come hard on my cock. Give it to me. Be a good girl,” I say. Looking down at her beautiful face, her eyes are full of lust. I am a caveman, doing what men have been doing since day one. This chemical reaction has been building for some time now. This is combustible. She is mine and I’ll be damned if I ever let her out of my grasp.

  “I am a good girl,” she whimpers, grinding her hips into me on each thrust of mine.

  “I know, baby. I know. So. Fucking. Good,” I groan. Her silky pussy is going to be the death of me.

  “Oh, God, I’m coming. I’m coming," she chants over and over as I change the
angle. I lift her legs from my waist and put them on my shoulders. Using her thighs as leverage, I fuck her through her orgasm until I come, once again filling her with my seed. At this rate, there is no way she won’t be bred by me. The vision of her round with my child makes me crazy. Crazy with a need I’ve never known before. I pull out of her and drop down on my bed beside her.

  “Dallas,” she says breathlessly. When I look up at her, there are tears swimming in her eyes.

  “Shit, baby. Did I hurt you?” I ask immediately regretting taking her so roughly. She puts her hand on my chest to calm me.

  “No. God no. It was amazing. I just want you to know that I really do love you.”

  “I more than love you, Meredith. I crave you,” I tell her. Everything about this morning has solidified what I already knew. She’s is my everything. “Marry me. Be my wife.” Reaching over to my nightstand, I pull out her engagement ring. When I was last in Bleak, I went into the Jorgensen’s jewelry store with Miles. He was looking for a “just because” necklace for his wife, Jacquie. I browsed around and found it. It was like a homing beacon drawing me to it. Torran Jorgensen, whom I met that day, told me it was a vintage twenty-four karat rose gold solitaire diamond. It was shaped like a rose. I have been sitting on this ring for damn near nine months now. I actually just finished paying it off. It is the third most expensive thing I’ve ever bought behind my house and my truck.

  “What?” she asks sitting up. Her naked breasts sway with the movement and my cock hardens again. Damn, am I ever going to get a hold on this? Probably not, if I am honest.

  “Be my wife. Make all the dreams I’ve ever had come true. Say yes,” I demand, afraid for a spilt that she’s gonna say no, but then she smiles. That ear to ear grin that has haunted my dreams.

  “Oh my God. Yes. Fuck yes,” she says excitedly.

  Good thing I already spoke to her father about this. Naturally, he was hesitant at first, but I won him over. Being obsessed about Meredith has paid off big time.

  “Language, Fiancée,” I chide, sliding the ring on her finger. It looks good there. It looks like it’s always been there.

  “I think I am old enough to do what I want now. After all, I am engaged to be married,” she says wiggling her left hand in the air. “This ring is gorgeous.” She leans over to kiss me. At first, it’s just an excited kiss, but it quickly turns into more.

  Fuck it. Two weeks. That’s all I can give her. She better find a preacher man, because come hell or high water she’s got two weeks, then she’s mine forever.

  Chapter Five

  Five

  Meredith

  Two Weeks Later

  I am honestly surprised that Dallas gave me two weeks to get this wedding together. The Lord’s Church on 2nd Avenue is a non-denominational church that has a large banquet room. It was the perfect place for both the ceremony and the reception.

  Everyone I know was invited as well as a bunch of people from Pierre, where Dallas went to college and the police academy. The only person missing is my cousin Maddy. She moved to Minnesota and I haven’t seen her in forever. While I am bummed out, I am not letting that ruin my special day.

  After this I get to go home with my husband. I already moved in with him on my birthday. What was the point of waiting? We both knew what we wanted. Logistically, getting married while still in high school is weird, but I’m doing it anyways. I suppose I could have gotten him to wait until I graduated, but the truth is I want this. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything. On Saturday afternoon, I start getting ready with the help of my mom and Bree.

  “I am so nervous, Bree. I love him so much,” I say already tearing up.

  “You’re gonna be fine,” she says adjusting my veil. I wanted to have a wedding, but a less than traditional one. My rose-colored satin cocktail dress flares out at the knees, and my veil is short and black. Since I still hate shoes, I am wearing black chucks that are my something old and something borrowed. They’re actually Bree’s. I have a rockabilly thing going on, and I am rocking it if I do say so myself.

  “What if he changes his mind?” I ask, fidgeting with my bouquet of white French tulips. They were expensive and hard to find, but they are my favorite. My parents spared no expensive to make this day everything I’ve ever wanted.

  “Girl, please. He’s been here since three-thirty. Cal says he’s been pacing a hole in the floor waiting for you.”

  “That makes me feel better,” I say genuinely relieved. I don’t know why I’ve felt this way all day. My stomach has been in knots for a few days actually.

  There’s a knock on the door and my mom answers it. It’s my dad, ready to walk me down the aisle and into the waiting arms of my future. Suddenly, we are in position. I nervously shift from foot to foot.

  I watch my mom get escorted down the aisle. She looks lovely in her tan mother of the bride dress.

  “You ready, Mere?” my dad asks me, patting my arm. “You look beautiful. Dallas is a lucky man,” he says with tears in his eyes.

  “So ready. Thank you, dad. I am so happy,” I say as the music cues up. My dad has been through everything with me. He’s the one who taught me to bake. While I am closer to my mom, he really has been an excellent father.

  At the end of the aisle, I kiss my father’s cheek and Dallas takes my hands in his.

  “You look incredible,” he whispers.

  “Thank you,” I say smiling up at him. “You look handsome,” I tell him. His light suit without a tie is hot as fuck.

  A few minutes later, we are married. I throw my arms around his neck and we kiss passionately. Not the kind of kiss you want your mom to see, but I just can’t help myself when I am near him. I hope this feeling never fades.

  Our reception lasts until midnight, but when it’s over we head home. We aren’t taking a honeymoon until the day after I graduate. We are going to Florida for two weeks. I want to go to all of the amusement parks and Dallas is obliging me. The next day, I don’t want to get out of bed, but I hear a clunking sound from outside. I reach over and his side of the bed is cold. I throw on a tank top and some leggings and follow the noise. Dallas is standing over his cruiser, shirtless, in just a pair of shorts, wiping his filthy hands on a rag. Then he sets it on the hood of the car.

  “Whatcha doing?” I ask sassily.

  “Changing the oil,” he says looking at me like I’m his next meal.

  “Really. Are men just born knowing how to do those things?”

  “You know that class in fifth grade where they teach us about sex as a group then we split off?”

  “Yeah, sex ed,” I say giggling.

  “While you ladies learned about your periods, us guys learned how to change flats and the oil on our cars.” I almost believe until he grins.

  “Haha. Very funny,” I say playfully tossing his dirty rag at him.

  “You wanna play, wife?”

  “Always,” I say honestly.

  Before I know what hit me, my pants are gone, and my back is on the hood of the car. He’s inside me while kissing my neck. His beard rubs on my skin and I know it’s leaving a mark. I welcome his marks. He owns me before I can say anything. Like I ever would. He drives me wild and I crave him.

  Graduation was fun and Florida was amazing. Settling into married life has been the blast I knew it would be. We’ve been home for a month now and that knotted, queasy feeling in my stomach hasn’t gone away. After missing another period, I take a pregnancy test and of course, it’s positive. Is it really any wonder? We do nothing but work and make love. Working from three in the morning to eleven has its perks though. Dallas’ office hours are from seven to three, but as he is the sheriff, he goes to pretty much every major emergency and it didn’t take long to get used to that. He has a police scanner by the bed that’s like white noise to me now. I’ve learned all the codes so there’s that. As soon as he comes in the door, I am on him, kissing him.

  “Hey babe. How was your day?” I ask, following him into our r
oom. I know the first place he’ll go is to the safe.

  “It was good. Big pile up on the interstate, but no fatalities,” he says taking his belt off. Proving me right, he opens the safe and he pulls his gun out of the holster. He sets the belt on top of the dresser. I placed the pregnancy test in a Ziplock bag and set it inside earlier. He pulls it out and sets the gun inside. He looks at the bag then at me.

  “Is this what I think it is?” he asks closing the safe.

  “It is. I just took it. We’re going to be parents,” I say tears welling up. My throat does that closing thing and I know sobs are imminent. He sets the test down and pulls me into his arms.

  “You’ve made me the luckiest man to ever walk the Earth,” he practically shouts before kissing me.

  “I bet all guys say that,” I say laughing.

  “Maybe so, but that doesn’t make it any less true. I love you, wife. We are going to be the best parents.” I know he’s thinking about his own and how awful they were to him.

  “We got this, babe. We’re nothing like them. You’re nothing like them,” I say to reassure him. I hate that he was dealt such a shitty hand in his early life. I hope I can make up for that him. He deserves the very fucking best.

  “With you by my side, I know that’s true,” he says kissing me again.

  Together, we can do it all and then some.

  Loving my sheriff has been the easiest thing I’ve ever done. He gets me on levels I didn’t know I had until he awakened them.

  If the bang we started with is any indication of how our life is going to be, yeah, we got this.

  Epilogue

  Dallas

  Seven Years Later

  Seven years and four kids later, we are stronger than ever. Even at three in the morning, feeding Reston, our five-month-old, and looking seven shades of exhausted, she's still my goddess, my everything. I get up with her each time, though I can do nothing but burp him, and keep her company. Once Reston is happily sleeping again, we go back to our bed. Plopping down, she snuggles into my side.