The Sheriff (Men of the White Sandy Book 5)

by Sarah M. Anderson

  She laughed at that, recalling her mental image of an older man with white hair and a beer gut. “You weren’t what I expected, either.” She spun him around and ran the water over his hair. When that was done, she kept her hands on him, stroking the soap over his shoulders, down his chest. His dick stood at attention as she got closer, but she didn’t want to rush this. They had all night, and frankly, she didn’t care if she got dinner or not.

  Breathless. She’d never left anyone breathless before. She’d dated—of course she had. She was twenty-six years old. But it seemed like most of the sex she’d had in college had been hookups. She was there, the guy was there, they were bored and horny and attracted to each other. It was simple and satisfying—to a point.

  But it hadn’t had a lot of romance. Since she’d started teaching high school, there hadn’t been that easy availability. Now that time had passed, she realized she couldn’t go back to casual hookups. She needed something more. Yes, she wanted that shaking, flying feeling of letting go and being completely satisfied.

  But she needed something else, too. Leaving Tim breathless was a damn good place to start.

  She soaped up his body, learning where the muscles cut in at his waist, that he was slightly ticklish on his stomach, that he had a jagged scar on his right knee that looked like it had been an extremely painful injury. And through it all, he stood there silently, fists clenched at his side, his breath coming faster and faster.

  “Turn around,” she demanded from where she crouched in front of him. He did so and she worked her way back up his body, taking the measure of his ass, kissing the scars on his back. Then she reached around and took hold of his erection, pressing her wet breasts against his back. He shuddered and leaned forward, bracing his hands on the shower wall as she explored his length and girth. When she cupped his stones, he groaned. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

  She gave him a little squeeze and felt the shudder race through his body again. “Maybe. But it’ll be slow.” She dragged her thumb in a circle around his tip, causing him to gasp. “And you’ll enjoy it.”

  Then he moved so quickly that she let out a squeak as he spun in her arms and backed her up against the wall. “You first,” he growled. Growled!

  Summer bit her lip to keep from smiling at him as her back made contact with the cool tile wall. “What did you have in mind?”

  He leaned back just far enough that he could stare at her breasts, his eyes dark with hunger. “For starters, these.” Then he bent his head and licked her right nipple.

  Summer rested her head against the wall, losing herself in the sensation of his tongue swirling around her nipple. He sought out the other breast with his hand and began gently tugging on the tip until both were rock-hard. Steam filled the air as the water ran and ran, but she didn’t care.

  He was going to kill her and it would be slow and perfect and she would absolutely enjoy it.

  He went from licking her breast to sucking on it, then he added teeth and began to nip at her. She couldn’t help the little sounds that escaped her mouth. But she didn’t care because they were alone in this house and if she wanted to moan and cry out as he worked her body, then she would.

  The heavy weight between her legs grew heavier until she was close to the point of pain. “Please,” she whimpered, lacing her fingers through his long, wet hair. “God, Tim—please.”

  He looked up at her, a wolfish grin on his face. “Please what?”

  “You’re driving me crazy,” she told him, trying to pull him up so she could kiss him.

  “Not the right answer,” he said then he knelt in front of her. “Be specific. It makes things so much simpler, don’t you think?”

  “Are you lecturing me?” she asked in disbelief even as he pressed a kiss against her stomach. “Really, Tim.”

  He looked up at her and waited.

  She shifted her hips, the tension inside her rising. “Fine. I need to come. There. Are you happy?”

  “You always this bossy?” he asked as his hands dipped between her thighs and spread her legs apart.

  “I am a high school English teacher,” she reminded him but anything else she was going to say died on her lips as he pressed a kiss against her clit.

  Summer shivered as waves of desire began to crest. His hair was wrapped around her fingers as she held him against her. With one hand, he spread her apart and nestled between her legs more fully. With the other, he stroked up and down over her opening.

  “Oh, Tim—yes,” she gasped as he began to lick her, his tongue moving in a slow, steady pace over her sex. She braced herself against the wall because otherwise, she might very well lose her balance and slide right to the floor of this shower.

  “Hm,” he hummed against her sensitive flesh, the vibrations driving her even more insane. One finger slipped inside, and she almost came right then. But he withdrew too quickly and she whimpered.

  “Patience,” he murmured, nipping at her thigh before turning his attention back to her swollen clit.

  Patience? It’d been at least eight months since she’d last gotten lucky. She was completely out of patience by now, and he was reducing her to nothing more than a tightly coiled spring of want and need.

  But before she could find the words to tell him this, he slipped two fingers inside of her. Her muscles clamped down on him, and she felt like she was downing. He began to thrust his fingers in time with the movements of his tongue—a slow, maddening pace that was going to drive her over the edge. It was too much and not enough all at once. Her hips bucked against him as she pulled on his hair. “Tim,” she demanded.

  “Still not specific enough,” he teased, then sucked her clit between his teeth, gently tugging on it until a cry pulled free from her chest.

  Somehow, he held her up—because she sure as hell wasn’t standing on her own anymore. Her legs had given out and all she could do was stare down at where his face was buried against her sex, his mouth surrounding her, his fingers driving into her. Then, without breaking the contact with her skin, he looked up at her through his dark lashes, and smiled against her skin, and without warning, the crisis broke and she came against him, wave after wave of desire washing over her.

  Oh, it was a damn good thing he was holding her up. When her eyes focused again, he was still down there, still smiling against her skin, although he was now kissing her softly, his fingers slipping free of her.

  Panting, she tried to smile but nothing seemed to be working quite right. “That was,” she said, trying to untangle her hands from his wet hair, “amazing.”

  He smirked at her and said, “Babe, we’re just getting started.” Then he kissed his way back up her body, nipping at the soft skin underneath her belly button, lingering for long, glorious moments at her breasts. Finally, he brought his mouth back to hers. “You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he told her, his voice shaking. Then his tongue swept inside her mouth.

  She could taste herself on his lips, taste him underneath that. They tasted so damn good together.

  His erection was hot and hard against her stomach, but he was in no hurry. And that too, was something different. In all those hookups in college, there’d been foreplay, sure. But…mostly it was her giving oral and very rarely receiving it. Guys her age didn’t know how to seduce a woman properly. After all, there wasn’t much seduction in Tumblr porn gifs.

  But this? This was seduction, pure and simple. There was no hurrying before a roommate came back, no fumbling trying to find her clit. Tim was a man who knew what he was doing and how to do it well. He stroked his hands over her wet skin as he kissed her, tweaking her nipples and skimming between her legs, but he gave her time to come back down to earth.

  It simply wasn’t fair he was going to be good in bed—that he was already this good in the shower. It wasn’t fair he cared about kids like Georgey, and this reservation, and the whole tribe, whether they wanted him to or not. It wasn’t fair he was this gorgeous and intelligent and seemin
gly hell-bent on protecting her, on protecting them all.

  God, she could love this man.

  It simply wasn’t fair she couldn’t stay.

  Chapter Thirteen

  She really would be the death of him. Tim was trying to get to a place where he could last more than a minute or two, but she was demolishing any illusions of control he had. The whole time he kissed her, she touched him, too. She stroked his dick and pinched his flat nipples, palmed his ass and raked her nails down his back. She was trying to break him and he didn’t know how much more he could take.

  It turned out to be not much. When she cupped his stones again, he broke. With a growl, he spun her around. “Later,” he said, nudging her legs apart with his knee, “I’m going to lay you out on the bed and make love to you properly.”

  Everything about her went tight and she moaned in what he hoped like hell was anticipation. The salty sweetness of her was still on his tongue and her ass flared out from her waist, begging for him to grab it. So he did. He dug his fingers into her flesh and spread her wide. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

  “What about now?”

  The challenge in her voice was unmistakable. He was afraid he might have scared her with the intensity of his need—but he shouldn’t have worried. And he did love a good challenge.

  He bit her on the shoulder—not hard, but enough that she arched her back into him. “Now I’m going to fuck you.”

  She moaned, her head dropping against the wall. But then she straightened and said, “Condom?”

  “Yeah.” He reached out to where he’d set the condom on the edge of the sink. His hands shook as he rolled it on. It’d been so long—he didn’t want to disappoint her. He’d wanted to go down on her—who the hell wouldn’t? But he needed to remember how this went. Yeah, he was a little shaky.

  He got the condom on and turned back to her. She hadn’t moved, arms flat against the wall, her forehead resting on the tile, her legs spread wide. He covered her body with his and rubbed his dick against the crease of her sex. It didn’t matter how long it’d been. There were some things that never changed and the way men and women fit together was one of them.

  “So wet for me,” he murmured in her ear as he fit himself against her. “Yeah?” Because he wanted to be sure.

  “Yes,” she whimpered, pushing back against him and taking the first inch inside of her.

  As much as he wanted to watch his dick sink into her wet heat, he had to close his eyes because the feeling was so much more than he remembered. Her inner muscles gripped him tightly and it was all he could do to grit his teeth and hold on.

  “You feel so good,” she whispered, quietly enough he barely heard her over the water streaming against the back of his legs. “God, I’ve wanted this so much.”

  “Me too,” he managed to get out. He flexed, then he was buried in her. For a long moment, he just stood there, letting his body adjust, hanging onto his self-control by the thinnest of threads. She shifted against him, around him, and suddenly, he couldn’t hold still any longer. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled out before thrusting back in as slowly and carefully as he could.

  “Oh,” she moaned, shifting so she was almost bent over at the waist, her hands still on the wall. It gave him a hell of a view. “Oh, yeah—like that.”

  She surrounded him, overwhelmed him. She was completely open to him, entirely vulnerable. If anyone ever tried to hurt her in any way, Tim would kill to keep her safe.

  The ferocity of this realization knocked him off his rhythm for a moment.

  But it was true. She was something rare and special, an outsider but also a member of the tribe, and a woman who looked at him and saw a man. Not the law, not an enemy—just a man. A man she liked. A man she trusted enough to be vulnerable with.

  He would keep her by his side, if he could. Short of that, he would protect her with his life.

  She moaned, thrusting her ass up against him harder and harder. His control snapped. He grabbed her ass, opening her wider, and watched as her body took him in again and again. He thrust hard and deep, gaining speed with every pump of his hips. He stroked one finger over the little rosebud of her ass, wanting to explore every part of her, but just then, she threw back her head and screamed out his name. “Tim—Tim!”

  At the same time, her body tightened down on his and he couldn’t hold on any longer. He came and came and came inside her until he went limp and collapsed against her back. He managed to pull out before he lost the condom, but that was as much moving as he could do. They stood there, water hitting him in the back of the legs, his forehead resting on her shoulders, panting. He wanted to laugh and tell her how perfect she was, and more than anything, he wanted to hold tight and never let her go.

  He wasn’t sure he could do any of that. So he just held her, his arms around her waist, her back against his chest. Minutes passed before she turned and threw her arms around his neck, burying her face against his chest. “God, Tim,” she said in a shaky voice.

  “Yeah.” He didn’t know what else to say because he was afraid if he talked, he might say something stupid, like asking her to stay.

  But what could he offer her? A house, yeah—but it was small and the walls were thin and the door stuck and even if she was willing to overlook that, Georgey would be living on his couch.

  Plus, he was still the law around these parts. He’d still have to gear up and take down gang bangers and arrest his own people and always be looking over his shoulder. The hours were hell, the job both brutal and boring. And she’d be stuck out in the middle of this rez, far away from her family and friends. The best she could hope for was a part-time gig at Sinte Gliske and that wasn’t enough. Not for her.

  It didn’t matter how much he wanted her, how good they were together. She deserved someone who could give her 100% and that wasn’t Tim. And there was no way he could follow her anywhere. He’d taken an oath.

  Damn. He’d known this was short-term at best, but that was when he’d only liked and respected her and wanted her. Now that he’d had her—and would, God willing, have her again…

  This was going to hurt. A lot.

  Finally he got his brain unstuck. Tomorrow would come soon enough. Right now he had a beautiful woman in his arms and he’d made her feel good. Pride might be a sin but what the hell—they were naked in the shower.

  Just then, the water heater gave out and the spray hitting his back turned ice cold. He yelped and she squealed, and somehow, they got out of the shower without slipping or falling.

  She giggled and he couldn’t help but smile as he wrapped a towel around her waist and kissed her firmly. “Come on,” he said, keeping his voice light. If one night were all he got with her, he’d do his damnedest to make it a memorable one. “I promised you dinner.”

  ***

  Summer relaxed into the passenger seat, watching the last of the purple dusk fade into night.

  “My apologies for the long drive,” Tim said, his voice deep and rich. “But the only place to eat out on the rez is the gas station and you deserve something nicer than stale pizza.”

  She tried to fight the grin, but she lost the battle. Luckily Tim was focused on the road that stretched endlessly before them. “I’ve never had a dinner date at a drugstore before.” Of course she had seen the signs for Wall Drug as soon as she’d hit the South Dakota state line. Free ice water and the world’s largest jackalope were the highlights of the strangest tourist trap she had ever been in.

  She and Tim had eaten buffalo burgers at a little diner and wandered through the various stores within the store, had their picture taken next to a miniature Mount Rushmore, and sat on the giant jackalope statue. It had been silly and fun and easy and, frankly, after the summer she’d had so far, that was exactly what she needed.

  “Never let it be said that I don’t know how to show a girl a good time.” She could hear the smile in his voice.

  “I can safely say I am having a great time.” He’d un
leashed amazing orgasms on her, then driven her to what was potentially the most amusing spot in the entire state, where he’d bought her dinner and ice cream. She hadn’t had dates this fun in, well—she’d just leave it at a long time.

  It had been a lovely surprise that the serious, intense sheriff of the White Sandy was capable of silliness, but he was. She had the picture of him fake-wrestling the jackalope to prove it.

  She stared at him, his face little more than a silhouette in the darkness. Strong nose, strong jaw—everything about him spoke to his strength.

  This was just a summer fling, nothing more. Fate had thrown them together and she wasn’t too proud to take advantage of that happy accident. “How late will Georgey be out on his ride-along?”

  It wasn’t as if he moved, because she was pretty sure he hadn’t. But somehow, anything relaxed or easy-going about him had shifted right back to intensity.

  More important, that intensity was focused on her.

  “I don’t know,” he said, his voice low. Her nipples tightened in anticipation. “Why? Did you have something in mind?”

  Honest to God, she went wet just listening to him. There was always a chance that the sex in the shower had been a one-off, a fluke. But she wasn’t willing to risk that. She wasn’t willing to only have him once. Nor would she be enthusiastic about waiting days or weeks until they could get Georgey out of the house again.

  She had him all to herself right now. And she wasn’t going to waste a single moment.

  She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over the center console, running a hand up and down his thigh. “Something,” she said, squeezing his leg close to his dick.

  The car jerked a little to the left and immediately began to slow down. “Such as?” Tim gritted out as she palmed the hot length of his dick, already straining at his jeans.

  The car dipped as he pulled onto the narrow shoulder, then he threw it into park. Summer sat up just long enough to look around, but they were in the middle of nowhere. There was no one on the road, no lights for as far as the eye could see. Just the night sky, the dark earth and the man next to her.