by BJ Wane
“If I remember correctly, I never got a chance to taste you that night. Let me taste you, Piper.” He didn’t know if she remembered him going down on her the other night, but he did.
She surprised the hell out of him by taking her free hand and slipping it into her shorts then pulling out two glistening fingers, all the while keeping up the slow, tight fisted strokes of his cock. The glint in her eyes as she brought her fingers to his mouth told him she knew he had expected her to join him on the bed in mutual, oral play. Grabbing her hand, he sucked those two tempting digits into his mouth, savoring the taste of her just as he had the other night. It was just enough of a temptation to have him vowing to someday bury his face between her legs and feast on the full meal deal again.
Piper almost lost her rhythm when he pulled strongly on her fingers with his mouth, his tongue licking every drop of her juices until there was nothing left, the soft wet strokes making her pussy quickly replace the cream she had just removed. Her pussy contracted in need, making her ache to feel those lips on her bare folds, that tongue delving deep, those teeth nibbling on her clit. Cursing him silently for trying to turn the tables on her, she pulled her hand from his mouth and cupped his balls with it, wiping his saliva over his sac as she rolled each ball in her palm. As she lowered her head to take him in her mouth again, she glided one finger over the sensitive area under his balls.
“Fuck!” Brody gasped as she touched a sensitive spot with just enough pressure to have him seeing stars. When she engulfed him in her mouth again and slowly took him deep, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, no matter how much he wanted to drag this out. She couldn’t get all of him in her mouth, but what didn’t fit was stroked by her hand. Her head bobs started slow, tortuously slow, her lips clinging to his flesh, her tongue constantly stroking, swirling, licking him from head to base. And all the while her clever other hand was caressing his balls, that one finger venturing lower every now and then for a breath stealing stroke over a spot he wondered how she knew about.
He finally caved, had enough of her slow, erotic torture and rested his hand on her head as he practically demanded, “Faster, darlin’, and harder now. I’m about to explode here.”
Perfect, Piper thought as she released him abruptly and stood up. “You were doing such a good job when I came in I think I’ll let you finish it. Tonight’s prime rib night at the diner. If you want to go, let me know.” Piper sailed out of the room without looking back, her own arousal at a feverish pitch, but from the black scowl on his face, it was worth it.
Brody couldn’t help it. Grabbing his cock, he jacked off quickly, his come spewing with enough force to land on his chest, the pleasure enough to have him seeing those stars again and then some, all the while smiling at the way the little minx had gotten even.
Sheriff Norton was seated at the bar visiting with the bartender when Ian entered Rowdy’s. Gary waved him over with all the friendliness of hometown hospitality, which just made Ian grit his teeth. A man could only take so much of the laid back nonchalance of small town people, he thought as he took a seat on the stool next to the sheriff. He’d take the bustling, rude activity of big city life over this small town congeniality any day. At least in Richmond, where both he and Brody lived when they weren’t on assignment, there was always something to do that stirred his senses and aroused his adrenaline. Like sex, whenever he wanted with his choice of several different women who liked it kinky and rough and didn’t demand anything except an orgasm or two from him.
“Whiskey, straight, please,” he told the bartender, hoping the fiery burn of liquor would mellow his frustration, frustration he knew was due to having to rein in his lust every time they dealt with Piper, having to put on the brakes because Brody had a damn chivalrous streak a mile wide where that girl was concerned. He could get on board with his reasoning if there was someone else he could turn to for a little relief between the sheets, but the only woman who had caught his eye, and his cock’s attention was Haley Parsons, and that woman was the last one he’d be able to let go with for a few days until they cleared things up here. The obvious fact that she had been victimized in the past sure as hell didn’t keep him from thinking about spending some time between those long slender legs though, which just proved he needed to get out of town or get Brody to relent as soon as possible.
“How’re things with Piper?” Gary asked as he sipped his beer. “Anything new I need to know?”
“No. It’s been quiet. Brody and I check the perimeters around her place twice a day and haven’t seen any untoward signs. Basically, we have nothing to go on yet. You get anywhere on the break in?”
“Same as you, but we’re all keeping our eye out.”
“Little hard to spot a stranger bent on harassment in the middle of tourist season,” Crack stated. Holding out his hand, he greeted Ian. “People call me Crack. You must be MacGregor.”
Ian shook the hippy bikers hand thinking this was his kind of guy. “Why Crack?”
“I may have been known to crack a few heads when things got out of hand at a bar I used to own,” he drawled.
“If there’s any head cracking to do around here, I’ll do it,” Gary said. “At least until the end of summer.”
“Fine with me. At my age, I’m more than ready to spend my time more peaceably. You’ll like retirement Gary,” Crack told the sheriff before asking Ian, “How’s Piper?”
Ian couldn’t help grinning, thinking of the way she had teased them from the water. “She’s a feisty little thing and keeps us on our toes, that’s for sure.”
“Just make sure you keep our girl safe,” Crack warned, “or your heads will be the ones getting cracked together.”
“Does she have this whole fucking town wrapped around her finger?”
“We’re protective of our own, but more so with both Haley and Piper. Speaking of Haley.” Gary waved her over just as he had Ian, a friendly grin splitting his weathered face when she entered the bar. “What pulls you away from your shop this afternoon?”
Ian’s irritation spiked when she avoided eye contact with him and made sure she didn’t stand too close. What the hell was it going to take to get the damn woman to realize he wasn’t going to hurt her? Her continued wariness made him want to show her exactly what he could do to her, and the pleasure she would get from it. He knew she was attracted to him even though she went to great pains not to let him know, but he couldn’t picture her acting on that attraction for one or two nights of sex with a virtual stranger.
“I picked up that new lock you recommended and since you’re not on duty, thought I’d take you up on your offer to install it. That is when you have time.”
“I’ll do it,” Ian said before the sheriff could answer. He didn’t know what prompted him to offer, but some perverse part of him wanted to get under her skin, and under her skirt. Unfortunately the latter wasn’t going to happen, but from the scowl on her face, he knew he had struck home with the first.
“Oh, thanks, but Sheriff…”
“Go ahead with MacGregor, honey,” Gary encouraged her. It would do her good to spend some time around a man who obviously made her uncomfortable. “Maybe he’ll spot something me or the boys missed when we went over your shop.”
Not likely, Ian thought as he finished his drink, dropped a few bills on the counter and rose to take her elbow. But he appreciated the push from him nonetheless. “Come on, it won’t take long and you’ll sleep easier knowing that door’s secured.”
Haley let Ian lead her out of the bar, wishing she hadn’t spotted the sheriff going in there from the hardware store. She had figured he was either on break or off duty today if he was patronizing Rowdy’s and it would be a good time to take him up on his offer to install a new lock on her back door, but she hadn’t known Ian was in there. If she had, she would’ve let the lock wait. She didn’t know what it was about him that kept her on edge. Even though it wasn’t a comfortable feeling, it at least wasn’t fear. That emotion she knew only
too well and was one she hadn’t felt since their first meeting. She still wasn’t comfortable around him but that hadn’t kept her from touching herself last night for the first time since she had divorced her husband, of stroking her surprisingly wet pussy as she thought of him.
Haley repressed a shudder of awareness and gently removed her arm from his hand. “Thanks for the offer. Your partner’s with Piper, isn’t he?” she asked, suddenly worried that Piper might have lost her two body guards again.
“Yeah, she’s cooperating for now.” Wanting to both shock her and see her reaction, he added, “After both Brody and I punished her the old fashioned way, she saw the errors of her ways.” Not strictly true, but Ian would go with what worked and by the look of surprised shock slowly dawning on her face, he knew she understood his meaning.
“You didn’t…really, you didn’t spank her, did you?” Haley couldn’t imagine Piper going for such heavy handed tactics, yet picturing herself draped over Ian’s lap, her skirt tossed up, her panties lowered, baring her ass for him to do with as he pleased, turned out to make more of an erotic picture than a debasing one.
“Yeah, we really did.” Ian smiled widely at her. “She loved it, all but the part where we refused to fuck her afterwards.”
Knowing how Piper felt about Brody, she could imagine her friend’s reaction to that rejection. What she couldn’t imagine was getting pleasure from pain. That simply didn’t compute with her. “That was rather…heavy handed of you. I’m surprised she didn’t kick you out of her cabin,” she said as they arrived at her shop and she fished out her keys to unlock the front door.
Ian let her move away from him, waited until she flipped the closed sign to open and turned the lights on before saying quietly, “We didn’t abuse her, Haley. A spanking, if administered properly, can be a very erotic experience for a woman. Sometimes, a little pain can lead to a lot of pleasure.”
Even though that concept was beyond her understanding, she was surprised and shocked to find her pussy creaming at the image of her in that position again, her nipples beading as she imagined what her ass would feel like, and look like, when he got through slapping it. Not understanding her own response, let alone this man who had succeeded in such a short time to draw her interest, she turned from his knowing look and led the way to the back storeroom where the door that led out back was.
“I think you’ll find whatever tools you need in here. If you need anything else, let me know,” she said, turning after opening the door to the storeroom only to find him right behind her. She gasped at the sudden impact with his hard body, instinct making her shrink back automatically even though the brief feel of him had added to her simmering arousal.
That split second of fearful rejection pissed Ian off, more because of what she had gone through than what his nearness was making her remember. Between his sexual frustration and the desire that shone through the wariness in her blue eyes, he found his patience waning. Backing her against the wall, he braced his hands behind her, caging her in but not touching her. “The only way to conquer your fear is to face it head on.”
“I don’t fear you,” Haley retorted, which was true despite her reactions to the contrary.
Chuckling, Ian leaned down and said right above her mouth, “You fear your reaction to me, don’t you Haley?” Not waiting for her to answer, he closed his mouth over hers and kissed her the way she needed to be kissed.
Haley couldn’t help it. She felt herself drifting, falling against him, her hands grasping his waist as her breasts came into contact with his much harder chest. His lips took hers with ruthless aggression, molding to her lips with a demand that she return the favor. When she was too slow to comply, he bit her lower lip, making her open her mouth on a gasp, the slight sting sending shards of pleasure to her nipples and down to her pussy. She hadn’t missed this, hadn’t craved this intimacy with another man until Ian walked into her shop and demanded she buckle up and face him. When his large hands slid down her back and cupped her buttocks, his mouth never letting up from its slow exploration of hers, she moaned deep in her throat at the pleasure building inside her.
He must be fucking insane, Ian thought as he reluctantly released those soft lips and trailed his mouth down her arched neck. He didn’t need this added frustration, didn’t need to get another woman off just to walk away with his cock pounding for release. Her ass felt soft, her small cheeks round and pliable and he’d give his right nut to fuck her against this wall right now.
“Are you imagining what it’d feel like Haley? Imagining what my hand smacking these cheeks would feel like, the sting, the heat, the pleasure?”
She was, God help her. Haley suppressed a moan as the feel of his hands kneading her ass, even over her clothes, felt so good, so erotic, she didn’t want him to stop. But the sound of the bell over the front door ringing as someone came in was as effective as a bucket of ice water thrown in her face. Shaken by her uncharacteristic response after such a long spell of feeling nothing, she shoved him back, surprised and grateful that he released her quickly and moved away from her.
“I have a customer. I have to go. I…”
“Go to work, Haley,” Ian said with no inflection. “I’ll get this done for you.”
Chapter Nine
Piper was coming down from her loft fifteen minutes after she had turned her back on Brody and his erection to see him coming down the hall completely dressed and tossing his keys in the air with an easy smile on his face. “I’m ready for that prime rib. I’ve texted Ian and we’ll be lucky if he hasn’t already devoured his by the time we get there.” Taking her hand, he pulled her outside to his car fighting the urge to laugh outright at the surprised and wary look on her face. Obviously she had expected him to be angry over teasing him so mercilessly only to leave him hanging, but on the contrary, he found himself amused and energized by her continued taunting. As much as he had liked and had been drawn to her when she was much younger and meeker, he found himself completely enamored with the mature, feisty woman she had become. So taken with her, he knew he was going to have a hard time walking away when this case was finally settled. Of course, if his case ended with finding Charles alive and him being responsible for getting the information they needed to put him in jail, he was sure Piper would leave him no choice but to walk away.
Piper settled into the black leather passenger seat of Brody’s refurbished 1970 bright red Chevelle, Brody’s easy smile and nonchalant attitude taking her by surprise. She had expected him to be angry with her, or at least a tad put out, but instead he acted like nothing had happened, like she hadn’t had his cock in her mouth thirty minutes ago and her pussy soaked fingers in his mouth. She was beginning to think her little plot of revenge had backfired on her, leaving her more frustrated than him.
“Worked up an appetite, did you?” she asked sarcastically.
“Thanks to your help, yes. Aren’t you hungry?” Her piqued mood amused him, especially since he suspected she hadn’t gotten off like he had this afternoon. Not that his hand job had done much to lessen his desire to fuck her again, but it did take the edge off enough to help him keep to his resolve not to take her again until he was no longer involved with bringing Charles in.
Starving, Piper thought, but not for food. Refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much she still wanted him again, she simply replied, “Yes, and to answer your unspoken question, I always get their prime rib when it’s on special.” When he simply raised an inquiring brow as he pulled out onto the highway, she smiled widely. “Contrary to Ian’s belief, I do occasionally indulge, just not often.”
Chuckling, Brody answered, “We’ll keep that our little secret. It’s fun to watch him stew over what you’re going to put in front of him.”
“He gripes, but he eats every bite.”
The feel of the powerful engine purring under her, relaxed Piper despite the unfulfilled arousal still plaguing her. If she didn’t get herself under control, the guys were going to have to
listen to the purr of her vibrator tonight, but that would be their problem and one that didn’t concern her. On the contrary, she found herself turned on even more imagining them sitting downstairs listening and suffering as she got herself off with her favorite toy.
“What’s that little grin for?” Brody asked suspiciously as he parked in front of the Main Street Diner and cut the engine. He’s learned not to trust that look.
“Oh good, Haley’s going to join us.” Ignoring his question, Piper’s attention focused on the bemused look on her friend’s face as she looked at Ian. While she would be the first to applaud and encourage her best friend’s interest in a man, she knew the trauma of Haley’s past, which made her protective of her and Ian was definitely not the man for Haley to end her six year celibacy with.
“Piper! Thank God you’re all right.” A woman in her mid-forties hugged Piper before leading them to a table for four. “You had us scared to death. What happened?” Handing them each a menu, she set her arms akimbo on her hips and glared down at Piper out of concerned brown eyes, yet her look was that of a worried parent.
“I don’t know yet, Mary, but that’s why agents Pearce and MacGregor are here, to help me find out.”
Mary was joined at their table by a man a few years older than her, a stained white apron wrapped around his small paunch, his eyes just as worried and filled with caring as Mary’s. “Are you taking care of our girl?” he asked both Ian and Brody point blank as he rested a large hand on Piper’s shoulder and squeezed.
“Ian, Brody, this is Clem and Mary Donaldson. They own the diner.” Piper introduced the couple who had suffered every parent’s worst nightmare when their only child had been killed in Iraq ten years ago.