Breaking His Law: Sugar County Boys: Book 5

by Faye, Madison

  I’ve dreamed of taking her like this. For five fucking years, images of this girl riding my cock have kept me up at night. Fantasies of claiming her, and making her come all over my cock have fucked with my head, kept me from focusing, kept me from thinking straight.

  And now, she’s here, and she’s mine.

  I’ve turned the water off so I don’t flood the damn place, but with the heat raging outside and everything soaked in here, it’s like a steam room. Sweat and water drips down our bodies, our slick skin rubs together. Muscles bunch and clench, her hot little pussy ripples around my pulsing cock.

  She throws her head back, her nails raking down the muscles and ink of my chest, her body gripping me so tight and her pussy milking the cum from my heavy, swollen balls.

  “Law—”

  “Come, baby girl,” I grunt, my hands tight on her ass, bouncing her up and down and driving my cock as deep as I can on every thrust.

  “Make that bad girl pussy come all over my fucking cock. Show me how bad you want it. Show me how bad you want me to fill this pussy with my cum while you fucking shatter for me.”

  She cries out, clinging to me tightly as her eyes squeeze shut.

  “Come for me, you naughty little tease. Make that bratty little pussy come for my big cock.”

  She screams, and when I feel her explode for me, her pussy clenching down like a slick, velvety vice all around me, I break.

  I roar, gripping her tight, driving my hips up, and giving her every inch as I blast my cum deep inside of her. My balls jump, twitching as they let loose my pent up orgasm. My hot, thick ropes explode into her, filling her little cunt to the brim and blasting my seed against her womb until the two of us collapse, mouths crushing together.

  Chapter 10

  Taylor

  We’re lying on a bunch of mostly dry towels draped across the wet couch in his office. This should be weirdly uncomfortable. But honestly, the damp, humid air and wet walls and somewhat wet couch and all, it feels great.

  So does lying across his bare chest.

  The water’s off, but now the whole bar, and his office especially, feels steamy — the heat from the fire almost turning the whole place into a steam sauna. His muscles ripple under my hands and I bite my lip, as I raise my head and let my eyes trace over his inked skin.

  That happened. I just did that.

  It’s against everything I know, and it’s wrong on so many levels. For one, he’s my mark. My assignment. He’s the man I’m supposed to watch — the crime kingpin I’ve been trying to bring in. On top of that, he and my family have history. It’s one of those stupid country feud things, like the Hatfields and McCoys — dumb country redneck family feud shit. But, it’s there.

  There have been inroads recently. He and my moonshine-making cousin Silas are about to go into business together with a whiskey distillery. And he and my brothers have had their own dealings. But there’s still some bad blood between the Bronsons and Banners.

  And at the end of the day, this is still him. He’s still Law Banner. This is still the dangerous crime kingpin of Sugar County. He’s got his hands in God knows what. He’s rough, and powerful. Dominant. Older.

  …And so fucking good in bed. Well, bed or on a desk, as the case may be.

  Maybe I’m compromised. Maybe my stupid little crush has gotten in the way of my job and my moral compass.

  Uh, yeah, you THINK? the voice inside my head screams.

  Yeah, “maybe” nothing. It definitely has. I’ve let my feelings and my forbidden lust and fantasies for this man cloud everything I know. My feelings for him have gotten very in the way, and I know it.

  I mean I just fucked him for crying out loud. Best freaking sex of my life actually. Hands down. No contest. But still.

  He moves under me, and I relish the feel of his body against mine. This is wrong, but so fucking good. So right too. It’s the fantasy from that day come to life. That day that I suddenly feel compelled to tell him about.

  I wet my lips, opening them.

  “Law, I— I saw you.”

  He goes quiet, his frame stiffening.

  “What?”

  “A few years ago. I was hiking up in Knolls Holler, and…”

  Law growls. “And?”

  My face goes bright red. Crimson, actually.

  “Y-you were by this old shack up in the woods, and you—”

  I blush again, and I hear him chuckle darkly.

  “You saw me jerking my cock didn’t you?”

  I swallow, nodding, my pulse racing.

  “You saw me coming all over my hand, huh? Saw me with your panties wrapped tight around my cock?”

  I whimper.

  “Heard me say your name too, didn’t you?” he growls.

  I moan as his hands tighten on me.

  “Answer me.”

  I whimper breathlessly at the dominant tone.

  “Yes.”

  He makes a tsking sound.

  “Naughty girl. Spying on me like that.”

  “I-I wasn’t looking for—”

  “Taylor.”

  His voice brings my eyes up, and when I catch his, they lock there.

  “You saw your panties in my hand, baby girl. You know I saw you first. You know I watched you touch yourself, run your fingers all over that pretty little pussy, legs open for me to see all of you.” He groans, and his hands slide over my bare body.

  “Oh, I saw you,” he growls, shifting under me. He moves, and we both sit up, eye to eye, my breath panting.

  “I saw you touching that little pussy. Making your sweet little cunt all wet and messy. Coming like that. Fuck, baby girl,” he hisses. “It’s been seared in my fucking head ever since, Taylor. And back then, I almost didn’t restrain myself. I almost walked right over and claimed you right there.”

  I whimper as he pulls me close.

  “You should have.”

  “I know,” he growls back. His lips sear to mine, his groan rumbling through as he kisses me deeply.

  “That wasn’t the only time, you know,” I whisper into his lips. “I’ve…”

  “Tell me.”

  I blush. “I’ve done that a lot, thinking about that day. What I saw.”

  Law growls deeply. “You touch that naughty little pussy thinking about me stroking my fat cock, baby girl?”

  I nod, panting.

  “Show me.”

  My breath catches, the heat seeping through me.

  “Show you?”

  His hand slides to my tummy, which caves under those strong fingers. He teases it up my body, skimming his hand over my skin as it goosebumps under his touch. His forearm clenches, tattoo ink rippling as he pushes higher, his fingers circling my nipples. Law growls deeply, his eyes flashing as they narrow on my bare breasts.

  “Show me how you touched that pretty little pussy. Now.”

  Fuck. He’s so demanding. And while that might normally put me off, coming from him, it’s different. Coming from a man as rough and powerful and commanding as him, that tone and the way he growls those words into my lips has me panting for more.

  It has me doing exactly what he asks.

  He’s a man who’s used to getting his way. Oh, and he’s about to. Because I want to say no. Or rather, I know I should say no, but I’m not going to. I’m not going to deny him and I already know it.

  Because there's no denying that fierceness in his eyes, or that hard look that burns into me. There’s no denying the tenderness of his hand on my body, despite the power rippling just beneath the surface.

  “And if I say no?” I croak out.

  His jaw tightens. “There’s no saying no to me, sweetheart.”

  I swallow. “Or you’re just not used to hearing it.”

  “I’m not,” he mutters.

  I bite my lip. “Well maybe I should tease you then.”

  “You tease me and you’re going to find out how close I am to snapping, bending you over this couch and fucking your goddamn brains out.”<
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  I moan deeply, falling into him, kissing him wildly. Losing myself in him.

  “W-we could just do that,” I gasp.

  “We could,” Law murmurs into my lips. “But I want to watch you. Play with that pussy for me, baby.”

  He pulls back, his whole face full of fire and raw lust, and I know I’ve got the same heat all over mine. I sit back, nodding, panting, against the armrest of the couch. My eyes stay locked on his as I slowly spread my legs. I can feel this forbidden, naughty heat thundering through me, but it only spurs me on.

  It only makes me want to be bad for him.

  We face each other in the dark steaminess of the room, across the couch from each other. Law nods.

  “Show me.”

  Our eyes lock. My hand slides down my tummy, down over my hips to my thighs.

  “Show you this?”

  My legs spread even wider, and Law groans, lying back against the other armrest, his muscles rippling. He nods.

  My hands push down, and a gasp tumbles from my lips as my fingers find my wet, eager pussy. I tease them over my soft lips, and I whimper quietly. Law growls, his eyes blazing fire as he watches my fingers drag lightly over my pussy. I moan, the pleasure rippling through me from my touch but also from his fierce eyes — him watching me like this somehow makes it even hotter.

  I roll my clit under my fingers, whimpering.

  “Such a pretty pussy,” he groans.

  I look up and when I see his hand wrapped around the big cock, I whimper. He strokes the thick shaft up and down, more than half of it still sticking up above his huge hand. The thick head flares, pulsing as it swells, and I watch as milky precum drips down from the tip. His balls twitch, so full and so heavy, pulsing against his body as he pumps his hand up and down, and my fingers move faster in response.

  I cry out as I press into my clit, rolling it under my thumb as I ease two fingers into my slit. I pant, arching my hips, watching him stroke his cock as I finger myself. My other hand teases my nipples, pulling and tweaking at them, my whole body on fire as I watch Law jerk that huge cock to me.

  Slowly, he moves, moving closer to me, and I go to move my hands, but he stops me.

  “Uh-uh. Don’t you stop. Don’t you stop making that pussy all nice and slick for me, angel.”

  His mouth finds my knees, kissing one, then the other. He switches back, kissing behind my knees this time, and triggering this little spot I never even knew about. I cry out, back arching as the pleasure floods through me. He moves higher, kissing and sucking his way up my thighs, pushing my legs wide apart and up in the air.

  I moan, throwing my head back, teasing myself as he moves right between my thighs. His tongue swirls over my ass, and I yelp in pleasure, whimpering as his wicked mouth licks me there.

  “Law—”

  “Play with that pussy. Show me how naughty you want it.”

  His tongue swirls over my forbidden ass again as my fingers start to roll my clit over and over. Pleasure explodes through me, and my breath catches as I pinch my nipples hard between my fingers. His mouth moves higher, his tongue pushing in and out of my pussy before moving up again. His mouth covers my fingers, sucking them clean as his tongue swirls over my clit, and it's like liquid fire melting over me.

  I cry out, bucking against his face, the forbidden pleasure exploding through me. His hands grab me, gripping my ass tight, one finger teasing my asshole as he sucks my clit between his lips and bats it with his tongue. I cry out, my whole world melting until suddenly, I’m coming.

  Hard.

  I scream as I explode against his mouth, crying out as I go over that edge again and again. But Law doesn’t stop. He groans, his mouth pulling away from me as he spins me around and bends me over so my elbows are on the back of the sofa.

  He moves behind me, and my breath catches, heart racing as I feel him center that huge cock against me. I’m aching for the feeling of him sliding into me, but he stops suddenly.

  “Do you trust me?”

  I pause, my brow furrowing quickly as I turn to look at him. But, I’m answering quickly. And as insane as it is, I know the answer that tumbles out of my mouth is the truth.

  “Yes.”

  He stops too, eying me.

  “Taylor—”

  “I do, actually.”

  His jaw twitches. “Why?”

  “Because you’re a man of your word, everyone knows that.”

  “And yet you came in here looking for a criminal.”

  “That’s my job.”

  “You think that’s what I am?” he growls. “You think I’m a bad man?”

  “I think—” I pause. “I think you are what you are.”

  Law frowns.

  “I mean, I can’t say you’re bad, you’re just…you. You’re Law Banner. Everyone knows what you are, and what you do.”

  He shakes his head, his lips tight.

  “Darlin’,” he says quietly. “I’m betting you don’t know a thing about me.” His eyes meet mine. “This assignment you’re on that had you barging in earlier. Were you really supposed to come and take me in?”

  I chew my lip. Shit.

  “Yes or no, Taylor?” Law growls.

  And slowly, I shake my head.

  He swears, and suddenly, he’s pulling back from me.

  “So they don’t have anything on me.”

  “I can’t talk about—”

  “They don’t, Taylor. Trust me on that,” he growls angrily. “I know they don’t.”

  “Law, you don’t know tha—”

  “I do, actually,” he shoots back. “What was your assignment, Agent Bronson?”

  There’s a coldness in his voice now, and it slices into me.

  “To watch you.”

  “They assign that or you volunteer?”

  I look away.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he mutters. “Fuck, Taylor. I’m not a knight in shining armor sweetheart,” he growls. “But I’m not the monster you think I am.”

  “I never said—”

  “But you thought it. It’s why you came in here guns blazing ready to haul me in like some sort of sheriff in the old west.”

  He moves away from me, and suddenly, I miss him. I miss him close to me.

  “Law, hang on—”

  Suddenly, there’s the sound of voices.

  Shit.

  Law swears, moving to his desk and grabbing up the pile of my panties, bra, and shirt. He brings them over and drops them on the couch next to me, along with a towel.

  “Here. Get dressed.”

  He turns, pulling a pair of jeans on. And suddenly, it feels like this whole thing is over. Like this dream is slowly fading.

  “Wait,” I whisper. “Please—”

  “Hello! Anyone in there? Fire Department, call out!”

  “Get dressed,” Law barks. He turns and walks out of his office, back into the bar area.

  I scramble, yanking soaking wet underwear and a still damp shirt on, and wrapping the towel around my waist as I hear the front door open.

  “Mr. Banner. Glad to see you’re okay. We’ve got the fire subdued outside. Are… are you alone?”

  “No.”

  I step out into the bar, eyeing the firefighters. Law turns, his eyes blazing when he sees me, his jaw clenching tight.

  “This is Agent Bronson, with the FBI.”

  The firefighter arches a brow, clearly confused, but he shakes his head. “You both okay?”

  “Yeah, we're fine,” Law mutters, his eyes locked on me.

  “Miss,” the rescue guy clears his throat. “We should get you checked—”

  “I’m fine.”

  “Go get checked out,” Law says quietly. Brushing past me. “This ain’t no place for you anyways, little girl.”

  And then he’s gone. Cold, stoic, and not turning back as he strolls back into his office. The door shuts behind him.

  “Miss?” The fireman gently takes my arm. “I’m not pushing it with Mr. B
anner, but it really is protocol to get you checked out. And you can use our truck radio to call into the Bureau if you want to check in.”

  I nod dumbly, turning to follow him.

  Leaving the bar.

  Leaving what happened here.

  Leaving the man who just altered my whole life, my heart sinking, because I’m pretty sure I just blew it.

  Chapter 11

  Taylor

  “Agent Bronson?! Are you fucking kidding me, Taylor?!”

  Colton, my oldest brother, fumes, whirling, his fists clenched.

  “Colton—”

  “The F.B. fucking I., Taylor? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

  My brow furrows, eyes narrowing angrily. “Am I out of my mind to do a job I’m great at, and one I really like?”

  “It’s dangerous.”

  “I’m trained.”

  “And yet, here you are covered in bruises after getting into a fucking fist fight with Law Banner right before you almost went up in flames in a chemical fire,” he spits back.

  I get it, he’s mad. And he loves me, which is making him even more mad. For one, that I lied about what I did for a living, and for two, because what happened today was dangerous. Colton’s the one who watched out for me after our parents died. Before, he was this big shot rodeo star, touring the country, on the covers of magazines, the new face of a national deodorant ad campaign. He was big time, but when mom and dad went too soon, he came home and gave it all up to make sure I was taken care of.

  So, I get it. I get that this seems like a slap in the face. Or at the least, a betrayal of trust.

  In a way, I’m glad it’s just Colton chewing me out about this. My other brother, Shepherd, and his wife Chastity are off on vacation on the west coast. And Silas and Winona are tied up with the construction of their new distillery for Silas’s company. So, for now at least, it’s just one of my older and protective relatives scolding me.