Clothing the Naked Sheriff [Celestial Nights 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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Celestial Nights 1
Clothing the Naked Sheriff
Pisces lived his life one cosmic reading at a time. He’s gorgeous, with a beautiful head of hair, and has his favorite companion, Henry. Pisces wants for nothing, that is until he met his Princess Sugar-Britches.
Angelica "Ace" Emerson hates everything about Celestial, especially the town sheriff. The last time she saw the man, she threw him in jail for being a nuisance, just so she didn’t have to look at him anymore.
Landon Michaels doesn’t mind looking at the naked sheriff, there’s something about the man that calls to him on a universal level and has him wanting to learn more.
Forced to return to the town she hates, to seek out man she loathes, Angelica’s only consolation is that her partner will be by her side. In Celestial, it doesn’t take long for the Cosmos to rear its wicked head, and soon she is sucked into a rabbit hole of Pisces's making.
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 48,976 words
CLOTHING THE NAKED SHERIFF
Celestial Nights 1
Rebecca Joyce
MENAGE EVERLASTING
Siren Publishing, Inc.
www.SirenPublishing.com
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CLOTHING THE NAKED SHERIFF
Copyright © 2014 by Rebecca Joyce
E-book ISBN: 978-1-63258-396-3
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DEDICATION
Dear Readers,
First off, I want to say thank you. If it weren’t for all of you, I would not be doing this today.
Since the beginning of Treasure Cove, every one of you has stuck with me, encouraged me, laughed, cried, and gasped with me as the residents of Treasure Cove lived their lives. Through it all, you have been there as I continued my journey, and because of that, I wanted to give you something back, something I knew all of you had been waiting for.
From the first moment I introduced the crazy characters of Celestial, I knew there was something special about them, from Pisces, the naked Sheriff, to Pandora, the crazy Goth-hippie receptionist at the Best Lay Hotel. All of them, every one, has been a joy to write about and create, and they are all for you…my readers, my friends.
Celestial Nights is my gift to you, my thank-you.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
About the Author
CLOTHING THE NAKED SHERIFF
Celestial Nights 1
REBECCA JOYCE
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
“Life isn’t always what it’s supposed to be, but it’s moving past the reality of what is, that’s the hardest.”- Anonymous
The field was utterly quiet as they waited for Miz Raven to show. They had gotten the fire started without any fanfare. As they looked up into the night sky, a soft calm came over the group. Tonight was their night. The summer solstice was beginning. A full moon had risen, and it was a true blessing. A night for fortune, love, and fun, and it was the only night Miz Raven shared her purple drink with them. It was also a night of mischief and peeping toms, and it was his job to make sure nothing interfered with the coven.
It was a perk, so he didn’t complain. Who didn’t like looking at naked women? Well, he sure as hell didn’t, even if he slept with half of them. No one could ever say he didn’t appreciate looking at a beautiful woman, and if he happened to find himself blessed between their legs, all the merrier. The only problem he had was that Henry wanted nothing to do with any of them. Therefore, ignoring his buddy, he looked around and made sure that no unwanted visitors were snapping pictures or taking videos. There was no way he was going to be lectured again by Miz Raven and her coven for the YouTube video that popped up last summer. Of course, Pisces didn’t know what the big stink was about. That video had over five million hits!
“I hope I didn’t overdress,” Heaven said, looking down at her pretty anklet as she sat up on the blanket.
“I don’t think Raven will mind a little jewelry,” Moon Goddess replied, looking at the naked woman before her.
“Besides, if Raven has issues with that, then she is going to flip when she see these puppies,” Charity stated, walking toward the group. Her breasts were colorfully painted with little daisies over her nipples.
“That is so cool! Taurus did a beautiful job. How long did it take him to
paint you?” Pandora asked, touching Charity’s chest. “Oh! That’s not paint.”
“No shit, genius, it’s not. And stop pawing my merchandise,” Charity said, slapping Pandora’s hand away.
“But they are so pretty.” Pandora smiled, touching Charity’s chest again.
“And they still hurt!” Charity exclaimed, moving closer to Moon Goddess. “Make her stop, Moon. She has that look in her eye again. Better yet, call Zac and have him come get her.”
“I am so happy you returned home, Pandora. We really missed you. However, stop playing with Charity’s breasts, and help me get everything set up.” Moon smiled, then asked the growing group, “Did anyone let Sapphire know about tonight? I heard she was supposed to be back from Mexico sometime this week. She would hate to miss this.”
“I called her cell, but it went straight to voice mail,” Rainbow replied.
“She’s not going to make it,” Fairy added, walking up with her. “She was stopped by customs, and she is now in the clinker. I called Pisces, but he was getting a massage.”
“Great, she’s never gonna get out,” Charity said, throwing another log on the bonfire. “I wish Miz Raven would hurry up. It’s not warm enough of this crap. It’s still cold out here. Sweet baby Buddha, I just felt my ovaries turn into Popsicles.”
“I am here, my lovies.” The soft voice was heard above the crackling of the fire. All eyes turned to see the matriarch of Celestial walk forward. A beautiful woman, with long silvery hair, Raven Cornflower Marks was unlike anything anyone ever met. Her stunning aura glowed brightly around her, while her beautiful soul radiated goodness and love. “I have brought a guest. My star sisters from Treasure Cove, Miz Sophie and Miz Anne, and don’t worry about Sapphire, Charity. She will soon find out why the universe has stopped her. I had a vision of two very handsome men waiting to set her free, and as for our naked sheriff, the universe has plans for him.”
“The universe probably wants to roast Pisces on a spit,” Charity grumbled.
“I heard that.”
Screeches and yelps filled the open field as women clamored to cover themselves quickly. It was one thing to parade around naked in front of other women, but it was something altogether different when there was a man around. Smiling as if he’d done nothing wrong, he made himself known.
“What the hell, Pisces!” Charity shouted, standing her ground, naked as the day she was born. “This is a girl-only meeting. You know that.”
He sauntered toward the group and then warmed his backside by the fire they had going, giving them all a good look at Henry. Of course, Henry didn’t respond to any of them. His favorite appendage was waiting, saving itself for the only one who could make him stand up and smile. Until that happened, Henry was oblivious. “Just making sure the woods are clear. You ladies sure do attract a lot of young bucks when you have these little get-togethers. Anyways, I just thought I’d let y’all know that you’re good to go. Oh and, Pandora, Zac called. He wanted me to tell you that if you can parade around naked in the woods, you can do the same at home.”
“Damn,” Pandora muttered.
“Gather around, my lovies. Tonight we welcome the summer solstice,” Miz Raven said, taking her place as the head of the Celestial Coven.
“Whelp, that’s my cue, ladies. Have a good night,” Pisces said, quickly leaving the women to their meeting.
Pisces refused to stay and watch as grown women laughed and danced naked around an open fire, especially when he had an appointment with the amazing Phoebe. Holy universe, that woman had magic hands of the Gods. She was spectacular, and she just knew how to make him feel better. Heading down the hill, he found his Jeep and drove into town to meet with the best masseuse in Celestial.
An hour later, Pisces was feeling ten kinds of heaven, when Apollo confronted him on the sidewalk outside of Pleasure Fingers and shouted for all to hear, “I hope your dick sprouts daises and bees sting your balls!”
It took a lot to rile Pisces, and even then, he would just shrug his shoulders and chalk it up to what the universe had in mind the whole time. It wasn’t that he didn’t like conflict. He did. It was just that he had just been to the masseuse, and he was feeling all kinds of gooey inside when Apollo stopped him, threatening his favorite appendage, Henry.
Pisces received Apollo’s call earlier in the day, demanding that he do something about Fairy and her sisters. When Pisces kindly told the mayor of Celestial he would take care of it tomorrow, Apollo threatened to tell Andromeda, his mother, where he kept his stash of Miz Raven’s special drink. Therefore, he headed over to the Crystal Tumbler, knowing that Fairy and her sisters were working their morning shift. After talking calmly with the girls about why it was wrong to protest Apollo’s upcoming reelection while dressed as federal agents wasn’t right, Pisces thought the matter was settled, that was until Fairy blatantly told him and the rest of the patrons at the Tumbler that the mayor had stuck his “opinion” in her sister. As far as Fairy was concerned, the mayor was going to get what he deserved. Agreeing with the feisty woman and her sisters, Pisces gave them his blessing and headed home, leaving the matter in the universe’s hands. As far as Pisces was concerned, Apollo had dug himself a hole, and he could climb his ass out of it. The girls weren’t breaking the law, and as long as Fairy didn’t do bodily harm, the matter was between the two of them.
“Apollo,” Pisces muttered, sidestepping the hulking Norse God.
“Get your ass back here, Pisces. As a tax-paying citizen, I demand you arrest Fairy.”
Pisces stopped and turned, facing the mayor. “Prove it.”
“Prove what?”
“Prove that you’re a tax-paying citizen, and I will arrest Fairy,” Pisces stated clearly.
“Damn it, Sheriff, you know damn well no one in Celestial pays taxes.”
“I do.” Pisces grinned and turned to walk away.
“Well, you’re an idiot!” Apollo shouted, following. “Are you going to arrest Fairy?”
“Nope. She did nothing wrong, unlike you who can’t keep your rubber ducky out of gene pool.” Pisces laughed when he heard Apollo’s breath hitch. “Oh stow your shock, Apollo. The whole town knows what you call your dick. Seriously dude, rubber ducky? Couldn’t you have come up with something better, or does he really make bath time that much more fun?”
“Go to hell, Pisces,” Apollo roared, walking away.
Whispering, Pisces said, “Already there,” and headed home, planning to sleep until noon the next day. As of right now, he was leaving the town of Celestial in the universe’s hands, and may the Gods have patience, because he sure as shit didn’t.
Pisces Aloysius Craven was the sheriff of Celestial. He loved his job, even though at times it actually meant he had to get up and do something. Normally the earthly beings of Celestial were kind, gentle, free spirits that followed the guidance of the universe, and if the outsiders stayed away, he never had to worry about anything, except which hat to wear with his gun belt. Not that he actually carried a gun. That was just too extreme for his taste.
Nope, Pisces firmly believed that if someone was to actually commit a crime or find him or herself in danger, a nice lengthy talking-to was what was needed to defuse any situation. That and a chakra cleansing. If that didn’t work, he always carried his handy whip. Therefore, he was somewhat surprised last summer when a certain woman chose to ignore him, give him the one-finger bird, and walk away laughing as if he were something comical.
He couldn’t believe after all these years, Miz Raven had been right.
Oh, he’d hoped and prayed, but after a while, he’d chosen to accept the fact that just maybe he was destined to live alone. He should have known when he saw his Princess Sugar-Britches that she would be the one to bring him to his knees.
It was almost a year ago to the day…when she flew into his life like a swarm of killer bees with nasty stingers. Pisces cringed just a bit, shifting himself to relieve some of the pressure that remained. Yep, his Princess Sugar-Britc
hes did what anyone woman would do when confronted with a man of his stunning stature and grace… She kicked him in his balls and told him to go get dressed.
Since that day, all he had been only able to think about was her, his beautiful Angelica Clementine Emerson. Nothing but sure elegance could be used to describe his Aphrodite. Her white-blonde hair glistened like the snow during the morning sunrise. Her soft alabaster skin was free of blemishes and looked like twice-whipped cream cheese. Her lush pink lips puckered as if she was pouting, but it was her vibrant electric-blue eyes that held him captive and curled his toes.
The day he met his Princess Sugar-Britches was the happiest day of his life, and it was also the worst day, because his beloved was none other than a damn federal agent. It was then he knew the Gods were laughing at him. He should have known that the universe would punish him. Hell, no one as good-looking as him could ever find anyone worthy, so the Gods created his equal…the perfect perfection of sass and beauty, and right now, she hated him.
Slamming his front door as he walked into his house, he didn’t bother with turning on the lights. They would only bring to light what he couldn’t have, that perfection of beauty that eluded him. That and his living room was basically wall-to-wall mirrors. No sense admiring beauty when all he had to look at was himself.
So, he liked looking at his awesomeness… Who didn’t like staring at something beautiful?
Okay, so Pisces was a little vain, he knew that, and accepted it, but his looks had nothing on Henry. Smiling, he rubbed Henry and gave him a little jerk. “It’s all right, buddy. We’ll find a way to get in our Princess Sugar-Britches pants, and when we do, she will fall to our feet and give thanks.”