Justice Inked (Cowboy Justice Association 7)

by Olivia Jaymes

  “Shit, don’t drop me. I’m trying to be romantic here and initiate makeup sex.”

  His face was tucked into the curve of her neck but she could feel his chuckle tickling her skin. “Romantic? You shove me into a closet to fuck and that’s romantic? Not that I’m much better. Hell, I’m starting to think we deserve each other.”

  “So I’m romantically challenged,” she admitted as she began to work on the buttons of his shirt. “But you are getting laid out of this, Sheriff. Do you want me to stop so we can wait for a fancy hotel suite and champagne?”

  “Fuck no. Do you?”

  “Fuck no. I say we go for it. Quietly. My sister, brother-in-law, and niece are sleeping upstairs and if we wake up the baby Camy will murder us without a twinge of regret.”

  His shirt fell to the floor and she let her palms run all over his warm skin, the muscles firm under her fingers. He closed his eyes and submitted to her exploration and she felt a surge of empowerment run through her. She wanted to touch and taste every inch of him and she wouldn’t be denied.

  Starting at his hairline she pressed kisses across his forehead, down his jaw, and around to his ear where she nipped at the lobe. She must have been doing something right because he quickly took the two steps required to brace her against the closed door, molding his body to hers, his hard cock digging into her hip.

  Her fingers lightly traced a path from his neck to his flat male nipples, and she ran her nails over them, delighting as he sucked in a breath and his head fell back against the hard wood with a thud. Bending her head, she lapped at one brown disc and then the other until his hold on her hips became almost painful and his breathing was ragged. Hot and hard, he was pressed against the seam of her cotton pajama pants, her robe having somehow fallen off in the last few minutes. She rubbed her pussy against him, drawing moans from both of them and sending a fresh burst of honey down her thighs.

  Her legs sliding to the floor, she let her tongue wander down his abs, listening to the hiss of his breath as she dipped into his belly button before painting a wet line around the waistband of his jeans. He seemed to shudder under her ministrations so it was a shock when she was suddenly lifted off her feet and her mouth captured with his.

  The kiss was hot, wet, and definitely from a man intent on reasserting his dominance. His tongue swept her mouth boldly and she trembled in his arms as he finally let her toes touch the ground.

  “You’re not in charge here, baby girl.”

  Rayne bit her lip and looked up at him from under her lashes. “Well, I was until just a minute ago. But I think you kind of liked it if you’re honest, big guy. Or is this—” she bumped her hip against his hard cock, “just a figment of my imagination? I have been known to hallucinate when I don’t eat regularly.”

  His smile was pure sin and her heart lurched in her chest as his hands gently pressed down on her shoulders.

  “Then we should put something in that sassy mouth of yours, shouldn’t we? Take every bit like a good girl and maybe I’ll give you a reward.”

  Dropping to her knees, Rayne reached for the button-fly of Dare’s jeans. If this reward was anything like the last ones, she’d be very good indeed.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Dare was floating on a cloud of pure pleasure, Rayne’s mouth wrapped snugly around his cock all warm and wet. Her fingers flexed on his hips as he thrust carefully, not wanting her to choke but needing desperately to feel her lips and tongue sending him straight to heaven. Pressure built at the base of his spine and he closed his eyes to savor the coming explosion.

  His knees turned to water and he fell heavily back against the pantry shelves, his shoulders knocking the shelf contents askew and pulling him out of his aroused haze. His lids flew open just in time to see a sack of flour along with two boxes of microwave popcorn drop directly on Rayne, his reflexes too dulled to stop the disaster.

  Flour flew everywhere and Rayne yelped and then cursed, her arms flying to cross over the top of her head protectively but it was too late. They were both covered in white powder and it even hung in the air like falling snow, tickling his nose and making Dare sneeze. Rayne rubbed her head where the two boxes had beaned her and she fell back onto her bottom, obviously dazed by the collision.

  His near-climax forgotten, he fell to his knees and caressed her hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “Are you okay, baby? Talk to me.”

  “I’m okay. More surprised than hurt. What the hell happened? One second I was, you know…and the next…bam.”

  Her voice was fainter than usual but not pained, which was a good sign. He tried to clean the flour off of them but it was a losing battle and only made things worse as he smeared the white powder onto their damp skin.

  “I got cockblocked by some dry goods, mainly ten pounds of flour and some Orville Redenbacher. My main concern is your head. Do you know your name? What year is it?”

  Dare’s heart screeched to a halt in his chest as Rayne’s shoulders began to shake and she buried her face in her palms. He tugged at her arms trying to see what she was hiding, sure she must have some sort of terrible gash on her forehead or perhaps a concussion causing a seizure. He was about to grab his phone and call 911 when she fell back onto the floor, holding her stomach.

  Rayne was laughing. Hysterically. Giggling like he’d tickle-tortured her, she was rolling from side to side, her face red and tears falling from her eyes, mixing with the flour and making some sort of paste on her cheeks.

  Despite the painful hard-on he was sporting, Dare couldn’t help but join in. The ridiculousness of the situation simply could not be ignored. They’d been getting busy in a kitchen pantry and it came back to bite them. They shouldn’t be all that surprised.

  “Seriously,” Dare said between laughs, his face hurting from smiling so wide. “Are you hurt or anything?”

  Rayne scrubbed at her tears and cleared her throat, trying to straighten up. “No, I’m fine. It really was my dignity that was hurt. The bag of flour hit my shoulder and not my head, so I got lucky there and the boxes were pretty light. What about you?”

  Glancing down at his still erect cock, Dare gave a mock grimace. “It’s been a…hard…evening.”

  Rayne started giggling again, slapping at his shoulder. “No jokes, funny man. When I laugh, I get the hiccups. And when I get the hiccups, we can’t finish this because all I can think about is getting rid of them.”

  That’s my girl. Play through the pain.

  “You still want to finish?”

  He shouldn’t be this turned on, covered in flour from head to toe, but dammit, she made him laugh. She made him deliriously happy and he simply couldn’t resist a woman that held that kind of power over him. He was helpless, mesmerized, under a spell and he couldn’t be more thrilled about it. He never wanted to be free.

  “Do you?” She was peeking at him from under her ridiculously long and dark lashes and giving him that coquettish smile he loved so much. “I’m game if you are.”

  Dare had turned down sex a time or two in his life for very good reasons but he sure as hell wasn’t going to do it now. If Rayne was still in the mood, he was all in.

  Not yet, exactly, but he intended to be very soon.

  Reaching for the waistband of her pajama pants, he tugged them down to her ankles before throwing them onto the floor, white dust puffing up and billowing in the air. He ran his hands over her knees and up her thighs, pushing them wide so he could get his shoulders in between. He was overwhelmed with the urge to make Rayne come. Hard.

  “Brace yourself, and try not to make too much noise.”

  Brows pulled together, Rayne propped herself up on her elbows to see what he was doing.

  “What exactly do you think–”

  She never finished her sentence as Dare leaned forward and ran his tongue from her opening to her clit and then back down again. He traced her folds slowly, savoring her taste, taking his time with only one goal. Driving his woman out of her mind with pleasure.<
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  He needed for her to be awash in more pleasure than she’d ever experienced. He wanted tonight to be something special for both of them, and that began by giving to this tiny person that seemed to have an endless capacity to give to him.

  She was moving restlessly under him, her fingers tugging at his hair trying to get him exactly where she wanted him. Instead of following her direction, he sent his tongue on the path less taken and ran it along the seam where hip met thigh, breathing in her heady scent a mixture of vanilla and the musk of her arousal. His cock pulsed with need but he ignored its plea for satisfaction as he turned all his attention to the woman now writhing beneath him.

  “Dare, please.”

  The words came out as a husky groan and he moved his lips to her already swollen clit, ready to put her out of her misery and send her into orbit. He closed his mouth over the nub and sucked as her legs shook and her body bowed. Pressing her lips together, she muffled her cries of ecstasy as honey dripped down onto his fingers. Rayne moaned and began to relax, her orgasm receding. He didn’t waste any time, sitting up and bracing his back against the shelves before lifting her from the floor so she was straddling his thighs.

  “Ride me?”

  Rayne’s lips widened into a smile of delight and she reached down to grasp his cock, velvet over steel, running her hand up and down the shaft until he was groaning and lifting his hips in some sort of rhythm. The pressure in his lower back was beginning to build again and he pressed a kiss to Rayne’s neck while his hands spanned the soft skin of her back, silky soft under his rough palms.

  Lowering herself into him, she swiveled her hips and the walls of her pussy hugged him tightly. She sighed when he was in to the hilt and she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, hopefully luxuriating in the delicious sensation of being so incredibly full of his cock. It felt damn good on this end as well. Too good. He was ready to blow his load right the hell now.

  His fingers gripped her hips but he waited patiently for her to move, letting her set the pace. Leaning forward, she braced her hands on his wide chest, their gazes colliding and then locking even in the dim light. To someone else she might look a mess, covered in sweat and flour, her hair in disarray, but to Dare no woman had ever looked this sexy in the history of the planet Earth. It aroused and humbled him at the same time that she’d chosen him to give this gift to. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve it but he would just count himself as one lucky bastard.

  Taking her own sweet time, she began to sway her hips from the right to the left and then back again, over and over as she lifted up and then lowered herself back down. The hard ridges of his cock rubbed her clit from the inside as his thumb brushed the outside. Slowly. Deliberately. He smiled as she moaned her approval, speeding up her movements and being rewarded with a firmer touch on the sensitive button of flesh. He wanted her to scream his name when she came undone.

  “Fuck, baby. You are so damn beautiful,” Dare ground out, his teeth snapping together and a film of sweat covering his flesh. “So hot and tight. I can’t take much more. I’m close.”

  He felt her pussy clench as her movements becoming almost frenzied in her haste to tumble over the edge. His hips snapped up again and again, thrusting into her welcoming flesh and hitting all the right places to send her over. Her legs began to shake and his world tilted on its axis before spinning out of control.

  He pressed on her clit with his thumb and her pussy clamped down on his cock just as her climax hit, triggering his own fall. He groaned as searing heat traveled from the base of his spine, through his balls, and shot out of his cock. Calling her name through gritted teeth, he rode out his orgasm until it left him shaky and exhausted. Rayne had slumped on his chest and he ran his hand up and down her spine while he whispered silly words he’d never admit to in the light of day.

  They lay there for a long while, reveling in the feeling of closeness and the wonder of what their bodies could do to one another. Unfortunately, reality was close on its heels reminding him of the cold, hard, and unforgiving tile under his back and the ten pounds of flour they’d managed to spill in their haste to fuck.

  “Sweetheart,” he began, hating to burst the bubble they’d created, but if he lay on the floor much longer he might be in the chiropractor office the next morning. As it was he was going to have a nasty hangover. “I think I might be lying on a spatula. Or maybe a box of pasta. Not sure, but it’s digging into my ass crack.”

  Laughter bubbled from Rayne’s lips and she lifted up off of him, untangling their arms and legs. The spatula turned out to be the emptied flour bag and he helped Rayne to her feet, surveying the absolute mess they’d made of the tiny room.

  “I don’t even know where to begin to clean this up.” Dare brushed at Rayne’s bare skin but the white dust clung as if the flesh was a lifeboat. This wasn’t going to be easy. “Maybe we should hose each other down with the kitchen sprayer. Note to self – don’t have sex in pantry.”

  Rayne had clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the giggling but she grabbed his hand and pulled him out into the kitchen.

  Buck naked.

  “Baby, where–”

  Rayne pressed a finger over his lips. “Shhh…there’s a laundry room that has one of those industrial size sinks. We can get clean there and in the morning I’ll vacuum up the pantry. If I do it now I’ll wake up the whole house.”

  “What will your sister and brother-in-law think?”

  Dare was pretty sure they’d think he was one horny bastard who couldn’t keep it in his pants and disrespected their sister in their own home. Way to make a good impression on her family. If he wanted a future with this woman, he’d need to win over her loved ones and this was no way to go about it.

  “I’ll just tell them I had the overwhelming urge to bake a cake and that I dropped the flour. I’ve been known to do stupid things so they might even believe it. In their efforts to never think of me having sex, they might even believe that you never showed up here drunk tonight.”

  Completely sober now, Dare blushed to the roots of his hair. He’d never hear the end of this from Rayne, Evan, Deputy Billy, or her family. And rightly so. He’d acted like an ass and he knew better.

  “You must have found it kind of charming because you didn’t kick my drunk ass all the way out to Main Street.”

  Rayne pulled a large cloth from a cabinet over the washer and dryer and wet it in the oversized sink on the other side before beckoning to him to come closer. She ran the warm, wet cloth over his face and neck, rivulets of water running down his bare chest. “You have a certain charm, Sheriff, but if I were you I wouldn’t pull this little stunt again. You might not get lucky next time. I might not be so forgiving.”

  But she’d forgiven him this time.

  He wouldn’t mess up his second chance because he was falling hard for Rayne Dunn.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Rayne emptied the handheld vacuum one last time while trying to avoid the smirking countenance of her sister Camy, who was currently enjoying a piece of bacon and pretending to read the paper.

  “I think that’s about it. All cleaned up,” Rayne sighed, tucking the vac back on the kitchen shelf. If she’d known it existed last night, she would have gone ahead and cleaned up the ten pounds of flour. “Did you leave me any bacon?”

  “I most certainly did,” Camy retorted. “Although I shouldn’t have since I know you’re lying to me. A big fat lie, too. There is no way you were baking a cake last night unless that’s a euphemism for getting naked and doing the nasty.”

  Washing her hands, Rayne’s eyes widened and she hissed in warning. “Keep your voice down. Mike might overhear.”

  Camy’s brows shot up and she giggled so hard a delicate snort came out of her nose. “Are you kidding? My hubby might look like an all-American guy but he’s a freak. Last night wasn’t the first time that pantry has seen some action.”

  Rayne groaned and held up a dish towel over her face as if to hide from
her sister. “Ugh. I do not want the details. I don’t want to know anything at all about your sex life nor do I want you to know about mine.”

  “For someone who is supposed to be so free-spirited you’re a prude.” Camy shook a piece of bacon at her sister while Rayne poured herself a cup of long overdue coffee. “So was he any good? He seemed pretty drunk when he got here.”

  Choking on the hot brew, Rayne carefully set the cup on the table and plucked a strip of bacon from the tray. “I’m not going to answer that question since it’s none of your business. I’m sticking to my story so drop it.”

  Sitting back in her chair, Camy surveyed Rayne from head to toe, smiling the entire time. “You looked pretty happy and content, so I’m thinking he was good and maybe even very good. He looks hot with that scowl he wears all the time. Like he might think I was a bad girl and needed a spanking.”

  “Camy!” Rayne exploded, slapping her bacon down on her plate. “You’re a mother, for heaven’s sake.”

  Camy giggled, her bare feet dancing on the tile floor. “But I’m not dead. And he is hot you have to admit. I bet he gives a good spanking.” She sighed dramatically and waggled her eyebrows. “I just might have to tell Mike what a naughty wife I’ve been.”

  Rayne didn’t want to hear this. She didn’t want to have those pictures in her head but it appeared as if she was going to have to find a way to live with them, because her sister looked like she was just getting started. Dammit, if Rayne had known Camy was going to get all frisky from this she would have suggested they have sex in the garage.

  “I hate it,” Rayne said through gritted teeth. “Please – I beg of you – change the subject. I’ll talk about anything else. Religion. Politics. Uncle Henry’s toupee. Pick something.”