by Marika Ray
My ex, may he die in the hellfire of city living, always harped on my lack of adventure, my lack of sexual desire, my lack of cooking skills. Apparently, I had lots of lacks. I was the only captain in the sheriff’s department in this small county, with aspirations of someday being the sheriff. I had grown-up responsibilities, which he just couldn’t wrap his brain around. So eff him and the tall, leggy blonde he rode out on.
I could be adventurous. What’s more adventurous than trying out a giant purple vibrator/dildo combo, watching Pornhub, and finishing a bottle of wine on my one night off? Hell, I didn’t even lock my doors anymore. Old man Jim had barely been mobile the last few years, so I hadn’t seen signs of human life since I moved in a few years back. I was living life on the edge over here, let me tell you.
The rest of the scene played out until the very last orgasm while I sipped my wine. Taking a deep breath, I stood up to take off my tank top and shorts, sitting back down naked, then hopping back up. I draped the shorts on the seat cushion of the couch. I may be wild and adventurous, but being sanitary still mattered.
I hit play on the next movie that cued up, the laptop screen glowing bright in my dark house. A forest ranger approached a woman in hiking gear in broad daylight. Now that was a guy I could actually get behind. Or under. Or over, didn’t matter to me. Tall and just the right amount of muscle to fill out his khakis nicely. Even his hair was delicious: dark and long enough on top to give you a good handful when you tugged on it. I wished I could see his eyes, but they were covered with a pair of aviator sunglasses. I giggled, thinking I was probably the only woman watching this to wish she could see the dude’s eyes.
“Ma’am? Did you need some help?” His voice flowed through my speakers and inspired me to grab Barney—as I’d now named my new toy—and press that button, bringing my new little rabbit friend to life.
I spread my legs and put my feet up on the coffee table, careful not to knock my computer. I didn’t want to miss a second of Mr. Forest Ranger and hopefully his thick tree trunk. The poor hiker seemed to fall magically right out of her clothes, and of course, he was kind enough to help her, kneeling in the dirt, his face right by her shaved landing strip. One thing led to another and his face soon smashed between her thighs, his tongue darting out and joining the fun. It was a wonder his sunglasses stayed on his face with all the friction.
My breathing picked up, right along with hers there in the computer screen. I brought the rabbit down between my naked breasts, over my stomach, and between my legs. The steady vibration made me jump and squirm on my leather couch. Circling around, I found a rhythm that made my heart rate pick up but let me focus on the scene in front of me.
“Yes, girl, yes!” I cheered on the woman ripping off the forest ranger’s clothes. He was delicious, just like I suspected, a dark line running from his chiseled abs to a cock that made my purple friend look like a miniaturized play toy. The woman dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth like she couldn’t wait to get a taste. I groaned with jealousy and found my rabbit now slippery from my own desire. The forest ranger pulled back, his cock sliding out of her mouth with a loud pop. He picked her up under her arms and spun her around. Next thing I knew, he had her bent over a picnic table, her ass in the air and a devious smile on his handsome face.
He notched his cock at her entrance, and I placed my toy to match. In one forceful thrust, he dove all the way in and so did I, the dildo disappearing entirely inside of me, the ears settling on either side of my clit. I threw my head back and groaned, my voice mixing with hers. If it weren’t for the soft leather surrounding me, I’d swear I was the woman in the porn film, getting serviced by the sexy forest ranger.
He slid almost all the way out and smacked her ass while I mimicked him with my rabbit. Minus the spanking, of course. I couldn’t really reach while seated, and I had to draw the line somewhere. Then he slid back home roughly, his forcefulness making her entire body ripple on impact. He picked up speed and so did I, my head tossing back and forth on the couch cushion. My hips lifted with each thrust of the rabbit, wishing I could feel his heat and weight on me. The woman’s cries of ecstasy picked up volume, and I joined her, hurtling toward an orgasm I badly needed.
His loud and long grunt, the first noise he’d made since asking if she was okay, became the catalyst for the wave that rushed through me like a tornado, reaching out through the top of my head and exploding in a sea of stars across my vision. My entire body shook like a leaf in the wind. I screwed my eyes shut and rode it out, somewhere in the back of my brain realizing I’ve never orgasmed so hard with either of my two exes.
Another loud grunt, this time more shocked than overcome with lust, entered my awareness and my eyes flew open. I lifted my head from the couch, the hairs on the back of my neck standing at attention. Something wasn’t right. Something was intruding on the first orgasm that made me lose my mind.
Time slowed down. The woman’s cries of pleasure faded away, and the sheen of sweat on my skin froze over as my gaze landed on a man, gun in hand, standing in the doorway of my house watching me.
I slammed my legs closed around Barney, my laptop skidding off the end of the coffee table in the kerfuffle. I must have hit a button when I clenched around the toy in the first stages of fight or flight, because now it was vibrating on high, then stopping entirely, then starting again, making me jolt each time. The pulsing on my sensitive flesh, and the burning desire on the face of my voyeur blended together in what felt distinctly like mortification with a side dose of fear. The kind you can never recover from.
Especially when my brain comprehended it was Wyatt Smith there at the door, trying to avert his eyes and adjust the hard-on that was impossible to hide behind his duty belt. My new partner just had a front-row seat to the best orgasm of my life.
“F-fuck,” I stuttered, still trying to stop Barney from sending shock waves through my entire body. I dove behind the solid wood coffee table and wrenched the fucker out of me, blessedly releasing me from orgasm aftershocks that were so not wanted at the moment, such as it were.
Wyatt cleared his throat. Again.
“Captain?” he asked, his voice scraping across an entire field of questions he probably wanted to ask, but couldn’t quite give voice to.
The same field where all my work aspirations had just gone to die a slow, agonizing death from humiliation.
I popped my head up over the coffee table to see his jaw still hanging open and his gaze darting all over my living room like he didn’t know where it was safe to land. At least now his gun pointed at the ground instead of between my eyeballs.
“Turn around, asshole!” I said through gritted teeth.
Wyatt looked over at me, his dark blue eyes looking black as the night sky behind him. His gaze flickered down to my arms covering my chest and then to my laptop on the floor where breathy moans were still coming out of the speaker at a volume one just couldn’t ignore.
“Turn around!” I shrieked, more panicked than I’d ever been.
Normally, I was great under pressure. I could read a situation in a split second and make prudent decisions even as everything was going to hell. It made me a good deputy. But absolutely none of the job training had me prepared for this situation. There was no explaining my way out of exactly what had been going on here.
Wyatt blinked but still stood there, frozen.
My voice dropped and the command came from the pit of my stomach where the gates of hellfire were threatening to break loose and torch everything around me. “Turn around!”
Wyatt jolted like I’d hit him with my Taser, finally spinning around and giving me his back. I sagged against the couch, scrambling to figure out how to salvage things.
“Fuck me harder, big daddy!”
All the blood drained from my face as the words filled the room.
“That was not me!” I shouted defiantly at the back of Wyatt’s head. I needed to get that stupid laptop to turn off. ASAP.
Wyatt’s
head dropped forward, and his entire body shook.
Was he…?
Was he laughing at me?
5
Wyatt
* * *
Listen, I’ve seen some shit in my life.
Between the law enforcement job and the rich boy party lifestyle I used to lead, I’ve seen some things that would either singe your eyelashes off or darken your soul beyond repair. But never, ever, in all my thirty-four years, had I come across something so electrifyingly hot that my mind went blank and all five liters of blood in my body headed south.
Oakley caught my eye the first day I walked into the department for my interview with the sheriff. She’d been harassing one of the other deputies with that throaty voice of hers that didn’t sound like it could come out of such a small package. She was beautiful in a severe sort of way that tugged on me. She hadn’t even seen me, and yet I’d wanted to mess her up, pull her hair out of that infernal bun, and hear my name screamed at the top of her smoky lungs. Concentrating at work now that we were partners was turning into a real problem.
My heart clogged my throat, and my gun aimed for an intruder. Those noises, those screams. In the dark and in unfamiliar territory, they’d sounded like I should run in to save someone’s life. Never in my wildest dreams would I have come up with the scenario that met my eyes tonight.
My boss, Captain Oakley Waldo, legs spread open with a vibrator between her thighs and her head tossed back on the sofa, groaned out an orgasm that had me rock hard and ready to mess up my pants in a split second. Her hair was still in that damn bun, which was the only thing that marred this perfect vision.
“Turn around!”
Her voice came out ten octaves higher than normal and I could see she meant whatever she said. Problem was, all my blood currently pooled in my dick and I literally couldn’t make out the meaning of the words. I just stared at her some more, blinking excessively and wondering how the hell someone so crazy beautiful could hide under that bulky uniform every day.
I wanted to punch my fist in the air. I was right.
Oakley was fucking hot.
“Turn around!” she hollered again, but this time the Darth Vader voice had me hopping to comply. She sounded just like my academy instructor a few years back. The one who scared the shit out of us with his drill sergeant-esque commands.
I gave her my back, showing a decency I wasn’t sure until just that moment that I actually possessed. Oakley had been a sight. One I wouldn’t forget until I took my last shuddering breath in this world. Fuck. Even her breasts had been perfect little mounds I could have played with all night. I had to adjust my pants again.
The porno she’d been watching on her laptop—which was something else that intrigued the hell out of me but would have to be dissected at a later date—kept playing, the words of the actors dirty as shit. Funny as hell too, given the circumstances.
“That was not me! That was not me!”
Oakley kept yelling that same line over and over until she must have gotten the thing turned off. My shoulders shook as I tried to hold in the laughter. I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything hotter, followed by something so hilarious like this before.
“Are you laughing at me?” Oakley screeched right before something soft like a pillow hit my back and made me laugh harder.
I holstered my gun, shut the door, and tried not to double over in a fit of laughter. I had a lot of pressure building up in my gut—and my cock—so it was either laugh it out or I’d have to awkwardly run home and rub one out so I wasn’t in misery any longer. And there was no way in hell I was leaving here without talking this out with Oakley. Working together would be awkward as fuck if we didn’t.
I swiped a hand across my eyes, finding them wet from laughing. “I, uh, just bought the place next door last week. Never heard anything before, so when I heard…well…” I broke off on another fit of laughter just remembering it again. It took me a couple seconds to compose myself, especially with her scrambling behind me and literally growling. “When I heard suspicious noises, I came over. My a-apologies for interrupting.” My fist went to my mouth, and I could barely keep the laughter in.
She huffed, but had quit moving around.
“Can I turn around now? Are you decent?” I chuckled despite my best intentions. Hell no, she wasn’t decent. Beneath that strict exterior, Oakley was a bad girl who liked porn and orgasms. This new insight made me like her even more.
She sighed again, and I heard the leather of the couch creak. “Yeah, I’m dressed.”
Slowly turning around, I took in her house in an effort to school my expression. If I was thinking about the gray walls and the pictures on the mantle above the brick fireplace, I wasn’t thinking about her hands between her legs or how her breasts had trembled or the way she bit her lip when she came. When our gazes finally met, she looked like she could barely keep herself steady. Could barely look me in the eye. That sobered me a bit. I didn’t like to see a confident woman look like she lost her footing. Her orgasm was a beautiful thing and not something to be ashamed of. Hell, she’d just given me enough spank material to last me a lifetime.
I bowed my head but didn’t lose her gaze. “I’m sorry for laughing. I just…” I shrugged, like what’s a guy to do?
Her face twitched. “I get it. Not every day you hear a park ranger rutting the local fauna.”
I couldn’t help the grin and it made me happy to see one side of her lips tilt up.
“But I ask that you keep things you’ve seen here tonight to yourself.” She lifted an eyebrow, as if daring me to spread rumors throughout the department.
I shook my head, meaning every word. “I’d never spread rumors.”
“Thank you,” she said softly. Then she sucked in a deep breath and Captain Waldo was back. “Good night, Lieutenant.”
Hell, the woman found her footing real fast. She’d just dismissed me. Had to admire a woman who could recover that quickly and still boss me around knowing I had the upper hand.
I spun around and grabbed the doorknob, but not before looking over my shoulder one last time. “I wouldn’t tell a soul about tonight, neighbor, but if you think I’ll ever wipe that from my brain, you’ve clearly lost your mind.”
With that parting shot, I headed out, making sure the door closed behind me. She ought to think about locking that thing from now on. I trudged back over to my property, looking back at her house with fresh eyes now knowing it was hers. What were the odds of being partnered with her at work and being neighbors? It was like the universe was looking for ways to put us together.
I really liked something about that thought.
“Ready to hit it, Captain?” I asked Oakley as she filled her travel mug before heading out on patrol.
Her head whipped up, and she looked at me with suspicion. Which she should, as I totally meant that as a double entendre. I had a lot of those stored up and at the ready for our first work day together since The Incident. She better get ready. Over twenty-four hours had passed and, even so, I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing an imprint of a naked Oakley behind my eyelids. If I was going to be tortured, I’d make damn certain she was tortured too. Fair was fair.
She walked out of the department with her nose held high and I followed, refusing to look at her. Couldn’t look at her for fear someone would see the hungry look in my eyes and know right away that something was going on between us. Not that there was anything. Oakley would shut that down harder than a drug dealer selling to little kids. It’s just that I’d found myself a teensy bit obsessed.
I may have spent my entire day off between two states: walking around with an erection that was physically painful and beating off in the shower with her name on my lips. Neither was comfortable nor what I wanted, and neither got her out of my head. Basically, I was in trouble. So I resorted to what I always did in times of stress: teasing, joking, and not taking things seriously.
Oakley slid behind the wheel and I followed on the passenger s
ide, needing to adjust my duty belt when I got a whiff of her shampoo in the tight quarters. Fucking shampoo made me hard.
“How about you navigate today? See if you have the layout of the county.” Oakley was all business, logging us in as active and heading out of the parking lot without a single glance in my direction.
I clenched my fists down by my sides and willed my brain to focus. “All right. How about you head east and we’ll go counterclockwise to start with, just to keep things interesting?”
She dipped her head but otherwise did not acknowledge me. Ice queen had clearly doubled down on the all-business act. I didn’t say much either, just focused on the various farms that flickered by as she drove, giving her directions to the best of my ability.
The clock ticked by without a single call from dispatch, the tension mounting the longer we were together in silence. Time to crank up the teasing. I craned my neck looking at some houses as we drove by. “Wow, they really trimmed those bushes back, don’t you think?”
Oakley’s knuckles turned white on the steering wheel, but she said nothing.
Not long after, we passed Poppy delivering mail in one of the neighborhoods outside of Auburn Hill. She held a cardboard box in her hands that made me smile with another idea.
“Look at the box she’s got. Wonder if there’s a surprise waiting for someone when they open it.”
Oakley breathed louder through her nose, her lips pinching ever so slightly as she drove on. I rubbed my hands together, really getting into it. Opportunity presented itself just a few miles down the road when the sprinklers were going, tamping down the dust on a horse farm. A single horse was running around in the sprinklers, having a good old time.
My thumb hitched over my shoulder as we drove by. “That poor mare is going to be dripping wet when she’s all done playing.”