by Dawn Forrest
Gripping the steering wheel tightly, she watched in her rear view mirror as the hulking silhouette of a police officer came into view and alongside her SUV. He knocked on the window, blinding her with his torchlight. Squinting and shielding her eyes, she put the window down.
“Good evening, Officer. What’s the problem?”
Still shining the light in her face, he said sternly, “Step out of the vehicle please, ma’am.”
“Certainly, just as soon as you stop shining that torch in my eyes and show some ID.”
“Step out of the vehicle now,” the semi-recognizable voice repeated more harshly.
“I’m not going anywhere until you show me some ID. I know my rights.” Actually, she didn’t, but it sounded good. Her eyes were uncomfortable, and he was pissing her off.
Her door was tugged open, and she was pulled out faster than she thought possible. So much for her plan of holding on to the steering wheel.
The torch swung away from her face, and she was hauled around to the front of her SUV and was pushed against the hood.
“If you don’t show me some ID right now, I’m getting back to my car,” she said bravely, all the time feeling terrified.
She heard a deep laugh. “Spread ’em.” He kicked her legs apart and placed her arms wide, holding her down easily with a big hand on the center of her back.
“What are you doing?” she shouted fearfully.
“Frisking you. Don’t move.”
“The hell I won’t.” She started to struggle in earnest.
“Shush, Janet. It’s me, Mitch,” he crooned softly into her ear as he leaned over her, holding her arms against the hood.
“Mitch? What are you playing at? Let me up.” Her fear quickly morphed into relief, and she relaxed her tense stance.
“I’m being imaginative,” he drawled.
“Ah, yes, about that—”
“Not so cock sure of yourself now, are you? Now stay still why I do my job.”
She was so shocked that she complied, staying stock-still as he ran his hands firmly all over her. Jesus, if this was a normal frisk, she’d break the law every day. When he got to her chest, the efficient sweep became a lingering cup and squeeze. When he moved to her thighs, he placed his hand between her legs, flat against her sex, and rubbed back and forth. She couldn’t help but moan. He pressed up against her, and she could feel the heat of his big body and the outline of his hard cock through his clothes. The sudden relief she had experienced now turned to raging desire.
He pulled her to stand upright, turned her around, and kissed her deeply, tasting her minty mouth.
“Have you been drinking?”
“N–no,” she stammered. He narrowed his eyes. “Well, yes, just two glasses of wine with dinner.” She’d never really mastered the art of lying. Joshua had never given her the chance.
“Walk in a straight line.”
“What? Mitch! You know I’d never drive drunk.”
“Just do it.”
God, he sounded so different, sort of masterful, really. It was very sexy.
She sighed theatrically and walked in a dead-straight line and back again.
“I’m not convinced. Bend over and touch your toes.”
“Now, Mitch, you’re just being ridicul—ow!” He had smacked her bottom. She felt her pussy tremble as she slowly leaned forward. He unclipped his police baton and lifted her skirt with the end. She heard him hiss when he exposed her backside. She was only wearing a skimpy thong so she knew he was getting an eye full.
“Spread your legs wider. That’s it, good girl.”
This was a new side to the deputy—one she wasn’t really prepared for, but ignited a longing for intimacy like she’d never experienced before.
* * * *
He stared at her almost bare ass, clad in a white lace thong. The pure but sexy look always did it for him. The urge to grab her hips and sink deep into her until he bounced against her full buttocks was fierce. Taking a steadying breath, he rubbed the end of the baton across her ass before sliding it on the fabric between her legs.
She stumbled forward.
“You look a little tipsy to me.” He laughed softly.
Janet straightened and turned around. He moved in quickly, taking her in his arms and kissing her hard.
“I just wanted to get your attention,” she murmured as he moved his mouth to her neck.
“You’ve got it, and you’ll be getting a whole lot more in a minute.” He felt her tremble against him as she tentatively ran her hands down his back to his butt.
“I want you, but you’ll have to show me the way,” she said demurely.
God, how did she know that the whole shy, virginal act turned him on?
His hand found its way under her skirt, his finger into her vagina. Lord, she was sopping but very tight. He’d never fit if she didn’t relax. He carried her to the back of his police cruiser, opened the tailgate with one hand, and seated her on the edge.
“You need to relax, baby. I’m going conduct a thorough body search, starting here.” He opened her legs wide and placed his hand on her mound. “I don’t have a sniffer dog, so I’ll have to do it myself.” He wiggled his eyebrow and was pleased when she laughed. It would go some way to easing her nerves.
He gently directed her to lean back with her legs dangling over the edge of the tailgate. He could hardly believe it. Finally, Janet Ryden was spread open before him with just a thin piece of fabric between him and her heavenly snatch. He hunkered down with his face between her thighs and breathed hot breath through the fabric. She moaned and tilted her hips.
“Your panties are wet, sweetheart. Is this cream for me?”
“You know it is,” she whispered. “I’ve waited for you.”
Her declaration had him even hotter and harder for her. He’d also waited long enough to have her in his arms. He ripped the flimsy fabric, threw her torn panties to the ground, and slid a finger along her slippery opening and shallowly into her resistant flesh. Lord, she was tight. A small cry escaped her lips at the sudden invasion. It was replaced by a low moan when he dragged his tongue along the length of her folds. She was delicious, and he felt the blood pounding in his cock as he experienced her unique flavor for the first time. She tasted of warm woman, the ocean, spice, and something else unique to her and so right it had him desperate for her. He shook as he tried to control the tightening in his balls.
“I’ve thought about doing this for years. We’re going to make up for lost time.”
He heard her sharp intake of breath as he reached her clit and began to tickle it lightly with his wickedly mobile tongue.
“Mitch,” she moaned.
“Do you want me, baby?”
“Yes, but I have tell you something,” she panted.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got protection.”
He continued to massage her clit with his tongue. She began to squirm and small mewling sounds escaped her lips, along with his name. Possessive male satisfaction welled within him and he tongued her faster. She yelled into the night, shuddering as her core pelvic muscles rippled with her release.
Urgently, he pulled her upright and held her hand, directing it to his fly, which he had opened. In a dazed state, she hesitated for a fraction of a second, then reached between the folds of fabric. Her smooth warm hand touched his chunky, iron-hard erection. In response, his balls tightened and pre-cum seeped from the slit of his cock. She tried to encircle it with her hand but couldn’t reach all the way around. He was wide.
“Take it out,” he groaned and kissed her more deeply.
She cautiously released his cock. In the dim light cast by the glow of the tail lights, it looked as thick as her wrist. Her hand trembled in his as he guided her to help roll on a condom. “Don’t worry. I’ll go slow.”
He knew that he was particularly wide, and some of his lovers had found it uncomfortable at first, but they’d all quickly come to appreciate it. He positioned the tip of his cock at her entran
ce and slid it back and forth to further lubricate it with her juices. She was wet and ready; he pressed forward. She was so tight, but her flesh began to relent.
“Mitch,” she panted, “Mitch, I always wanted you to be the first.”
He paused. “That’s okay, sweetheart. We’re here now.” He chortled. “I’m not a virgin, either.” He pushed a little harder, preparing to plow forward.
“I know you’re not, but I am.”
He froze. At exactly the same moment, he heard the sound of an engine and saw headlights appear over the hill.
“What?” His lust-fogged brain slowly processed the data: fuck, virgin, car, cover up.
He suddenly sobered up and quickly crammed his cock back into his pants, pulled down Janet’s skirt, lifted her off the tailgate and slammed it shut. Who the hell was out on this road at this time of night?
“I’m sorry, I” Janet stumbled over her words.
“Shh. No, sweetheart, no, don’t say you’re sorry. Don’t apologize for that. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” He hugged her to his big body and thanked God for the vehicle now approaching, because if it hadn’t, he would have taken her there and then and none too gently, either. “I didn’t listen to what you were trying to tell me. Jesus, Janet, your first time should be special.”
“It would have been special because I’m with you.” She sounded upset.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” He could tell she needed reassurance. “You will be with me, but for your first time, I want to be gentle. It’ll be extra special for the both of us.” His heart jumped a beat when he saw the way she looked at him with trust, love, and longing in her eyes. “You are so beautiful, Janet Ryden.”
The vehicle that approached was slowing down. When the truck caught them in its headlights, it skidded to a stop on the other side of the road. Mitch flicked open his holster, just in case.
“Janet! Are you okay?” James shouted frantically.
He leapt out of his car, leaving his headlights on to see by and rushed over to them.
“James, I’m fine. What are you doing here?” Janet responded anxiously.
“Rachael rang nearly an hour ago to say that you were on your way. When you didn’t arrive or answer your phone, I got worried. I thought you’d been involved in an accident. What have you been doing? Why are you stopped at the side of the road with the deputy?”
James started to calm down and take in the scene before him. Mitch knew what he was beginning to see—his sister and the deputy looking flustered and dishevelled. This might not end well.
“Mitch, what’s going on?” James’s tone became more serious.
“It’s not what you think,” Janet blurted out.
“Oh, really?” James, at first, looked amused, but his expression hardened as he spied something on the ground. “What—are—those?” He pointed to Janet’s torn panties.
“I can explain.” Mitch grimaced, doubting that he could do anything of the sort.
“You don’t have to, Mitch.” Janet stepped forward. “James, I don’t need a lecture from a guy who has threesomes with his best friend and a different woman nearly every weekend.”
James flinched.
She softened her voice. “I’m grateful that you love and care about me so much that you came out here, and I’m sorry that you got scared, but I’m okay. Really, I am. I love you, too, brother, but I’m a big girl now, so thank you but good night.”
Both guys looked awkward. Mitch broke the silence.
“James, you should know how I feel about your sister. I would never hurt or use her. I love her.” He turned to Janet. “Baby, technically I’m on a dinner break, and my patrol duty doesn’t end until six a.m. How about you follow James home and I’ll see you tomorrow night?”
When she looked as if she was about to protest, he maneuvered her farther away from James and whispered in her ear. “I want to do this right. Tomorrow, my work shift changes. We’ll have a romantic evening in, just us. I’d like you to stay the night with me, in my bed, naked and satisfied. Does that sound okay?”
Janet nodded. “I wish it were tonight, but, yeah, that sounds great. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She turned back to James. “I’ll follow you home now.”
“Wait a minute. Walk in a straight line,” James told her.
“What? Not you as well. I’m not drunk!”
“Please, just humor me.”
Mitch wondered why James was paying particular attention to the way Janet walked. No, surely he’s not looking for signs of—damn, that Ryden boy sure was protective. He didn’t blame him.
Janet paced ten yards then back again. “See?”
“Just had to check. Maybe I overreacted. Just make sure that you do treat her right, Mitch.”
Mitch nodded and James turned to head home, but didn’t resist a parting comment.
“Oh, and, Deputy, do up your fly.”
Fuck.
Chapter 8
The first thing Janet wanted to do when she woke up at 6:45 a.m. was to call Mitch. She knew that he had finished his night shift at 6:00 a.m. and should therefore still be awake. Sitting up in bed she dialed his number. He answered on the second ring.
“Hey, Janet. I was just thinking about you. I wasn’t sure if you’d be awake yet so I planned on waiting until eight.”
“Aren’t you tired?”
“Yeah, but I wanted to speak to you before catching some Zs. Are you okay, babe?”
It was typical of Mitch to put her comfort before his own. He may look like a WWE wrestler, but he was all heart.
“I’m fine, although something interesting happened last night. I was stopped by a cop on my way home from Rachael’s.”
“Is that so?” He sounded amused.
“Yes. He was a big and mean and he made an inappropriate search of my person. It was police harassment. I’m thinking about laying charges.” She fought hard to keep her voice level and not laugh.
“I’m thinking about laying you.”
She giggled. “Me, too. It took me a while to get to sleep last night.”
“I think that I’m gonna have the same problem. Look, I’ll call you later this afternoon about tonight.”
“Okay. Sweet dreams.”
She was thrilled at the prospect of seeing him and of finally being with him. At least today she could keep herself busy so that the time would pass quickly.
Next, Janet called Joshua. She wanted to tell him about Rachael’s predicament and hoped that he could help. Janet knew that Rachael wouldn’t ask for help herself. She was far too independent to do that. She also guessed that Rachael didn’t know the extent of Joshua’s influence in business and agricultural circles. If anyone could help, it was her big brother. Unfortunately, Joshua didn’t pick up his phone. She tried a few more times with no success, so she decided to seek out James in the meantime and start learning more about the family business, hoping that Joshua would call back as soon as he could.
* * * *
The early morning Wednesday meeting had dragged. It was noon before Joshua could check his BlackBerry for any messages. He saw that there were several missed calls from Janet and immediately called back. He listened quietly while she told him about the Crossling situation and Rachael’s problem with the Veterinary Association.
“I’m sorry to disturb you at work, but I thought you’d want to know. I’ve seen the way you are together, and I know that she’s becoming important to you.”
“She is. Thanks for letting me know. I’ll call Colin and see what can be done. Don’t mention this to Rachael.”
He’d be damned before he let Crossling hurt Rachael’s professional reputation. He knew how important it was to her. He also knew that he was acting out of self-interest. If Rachael couldn’t practice in Texas, she may think about leaving, and he didn’t know if their fledgling relationship was strong enough yet to keep her here without her work. It was time to call in a few favors and secure Rachael’s position.
* * * *
> Mitch had managed to get a few hours sleep, but he was unsettled and couldn’t get his mind off Janet. Her revelation last night had shocked him because he had assumed that she had lost her virginity long ago. Her brothers were not exactly slackers in that department, and he again had assumed that she had few inhibitions regarding sex. Well, it appeared she had one—him. Janet had waited for him and that made him feel ten feet tall and worried at the same time. He was not a small man, and he knew from experience that his cock was much thicker than average. How was he going to make love to Janet, a virgin, and not hurt her? He decided to do some Google research.
Mitch found a lot of information on the subject. It appeared that, for some women, the first time could be painful, and there would be blood when the hymen torn, but for others there was no pain at all, particularly those who had been active cycling or horse riding because the hymen was already broken. The more that he read, the more he realized that all women were different but that lots of foreplay and lubrication were always recommended. Well, at least he could do that. He loved to do that, but it still didn’t solve the issue of his size. Even if she weren’t a virgin, his girth would still be a problem but less so because her muscles would have already been stretched. With male logic, he reasoned that they needed to begin with something smaller than his dick. Obviously, a vibrator or dildo of some kind would be ideal but there was a snag. He didn’t have one and, as deputy of police, he sure as hell wasn’t waltzing into the local sex shop to acquire one. He racked his brain for a solution. What could he use that would progressively stretch her with the minimum of discomfort? He grabbed his keys and headed out to the grocery store.
* * * *
By late afternoon, Janet had finished making notes about some of the new things she had learned that day. She decided that there was definitely material here that she could use in her last assignment, scheduled for the end of April before the final examinations. She could kill two birds with one stone: learn more about the family business and get good research done for her studies.