CUFF ME Daddy: A Single Dad, Police Officer Romance

by Rye Hart

  “I am a big fan of flexibility,” he said. Even with his clothes on, Tyler was the sexiest man I’d ever seen. His eyes twinkled when he smiled and the corners of his lips disappeared behind the moustache. I felt myself getting warm from the inside out.

  He sipped the coffee for a moment and watched me work on the menu. I looked up to catch him looking at me.

  “So, um, do you want me to fix something for lunch?” I asked.

  “Actually, I was hoping you might give me a tour of the town this morning,” he said, licking coffee from his lips. “I haven’t really spent a lot of time here, so maybe you can show me around.”

  It was an odd request, and I didn’t know what to make of it.

  “There’s not much to see,” I said. “A few shops and restaurants. Tourist season doesn’t start for another month, so it’s kind of quiet.”

  “I like quiet,” he said.

  I blinked at him. He was smiling at me again. Damn, that smile.

  “Um….okay, I mean, did you want to go now?”

  “I do,” he said. He picked up the mug and drained it, then set it in the sink. He extended a hand toward the door and smiled. “After you.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT: TYLER

  I held Maggie’s hand as she climbed into the Hummer. She settled into the passenger seat and buckled up while I climbed in behind the wheel.

  “Oh my gosh, it’s so big!” she gushed, looking around the inside of the Hummer.

  I resisted the urge to say something incredibly inappropriate.

  She leaned back and ran her hands along the armrests. “This seat is like sitting in a recliner!”

  I grinned at her. “Have you never been in a Hummer before?”

  “I’d never even seen a Hummer before I met you,” she said. She was like a kid, the way she fiddled with the seat warmer and the climate control. In seconds, it was toasty inside the car. I felt myself getting warm, but it wasn’t from the hot hair blasting from the dash.

  “My butt’s getting really hot,” she said, adjusting the temperature dial on the console. She glanced at me, aware of the innuendo. “I mean…”

  “You mean your butt’s getting hot,” I said with a smile. “Look, Maggie, I’m not going to take every comment you make and turn it into something dirty. Relax.”

  She gave me a timid look, then a smile broke across her lush lips. “Okay, sorry, I’m just still…”

  “Nervous? Wary? Unsure that I’m not some kind of billionaire serial rapist?”

  “What? No!”

  “Maybe you’re just embarrassed that you’ve seen my junk and I haven’t seen yours.” I gave her my most innocent smile. “Just relax and let’s enjoy the day. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a day off work. I don’t want to spend it walking on eggshells.”

  “Agreed,” she said with a smile that warmed the air even more. “Let’s enjoy the day.”

  And that’s exactly what we did.

  We parked the Hummer on Main Street and Maggie gave me a walking tour of the town. She led me through the various shops along Main Street, introduced me to the owners and the customers. Everyone seemed to know and love Maggie.

  We browsed antique shops, had coffee at a little place called Best Beans, and had lunch at the steakhouse where she worked. The old couple that owned the place greeted her like family, then looked at me as if I was there to rob the place.

  Maggie introduced us and the old man shook my hand. The old woman eyed me for a moment after I greeted her.

  “They’re just a little wary of strangers,” Maggie said as she led me to a table and sat down across from me. “They’ll warm up to you, don’t worry.”

  I gave her a smile and gave the place a casual look. The building was old, the décor was outdated. There were water stains on the ceiling and worn spots in the carpet. There was a heavy smell of grease in the air. It was the stereotypical touristy mom-and-pop operation, but Maggie seemed proud of the place, and eager for me to share her enthusiasm.

  I put on a smile and let her order for us from the lunch menu. We both had the cheeseburger and fries. Maggie bragged on the burger as she ordered it, and swore it was the best burger this side of Denver. I resisted the urge to ask if she’d ever even had a Denver burger.

  Smile Tyler. Don’t be a douche.

  It was a decent burger, but nothing special.

  I choked it down and focused more on the conversation than the food.

  I found myself enjoying her company immensely. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a leisurely lunch with a pretty girl who wasn’t trying to get her hooks into my wallet.

  Maggie Dean was naturally beautiful, sweet, down-to-earth, unassuming, and had an air that made people gravitate to her. Everywhere we went a hug awaited her and people lit up when she came into the room.

  I felt good just being around her. It was a feeling I wasn’t familiar with.

  Then, the little voice in my head reminded me that the goal was to get into her pants; to get her naked in my bed, to get her to succumb to my demands and desires.

  I’d never been refused by any woman, and I didn’t plan to start now.

  CHAPTER NINE: MAGGIE

  Even though I was hesitant to take the job working for Tyler, the day spent giving him the tour of Mountain View turned out to be one of the most enjoyable days since my mom passed away.

  Maybe it was because I hadn’t spent a lot of time around men his age. Granted, he was just ten years older than me, but he seemed so worldly, so mature. The “cock flashing” incident aside, he was one of the smartest, most charming men I’d ever met.

  He got misty-eyed when he talked about his dad and the little shop on the side street in Denver.

  I wish all guys knew this about women. We love it when they cry. We love seeing their vulnerable, sensitive side.

  Then his eyes danced as he talked about building the one little shop into a national chain, then branching out into hotels, tourism, and a dozen other things.

  We walked and talked and laughed and huddled close to keep warm as we made our way around town.

  As the day progressed, I got to know the real Tyler Jenner and he got to know the real me. It was hard to believe that I was getting paid just to hang out with him. It was the easiest money I would ever make.

  * * *

  The day seemed to fly by. By the time the tour was over, the sun was behind the mountain and the snow was falling again; it made for a beautiful scene. I’ve always thought my hometown looked like it belonged in a snow globe in winter.

  Tyler held my hand so I wouldn’t slip as he helped me into the Hummer for the trip back to the cabin. I turned on the seat warmer and sighed happily as my bottom started to get toasty. I glanced over at Tyler. He was smiling at me and I felt my cheeks getting as warm as the ones I was sitting on.

  We were halfway up the mountain when the snow really started coming down hard. The wind had picked up and it rocked the Hummer sideways as it climbed the mountain road. I looked over at Tyler, who’d gotten quiet. He was holding onto the wheel with both hands, leaning forward to see the road through the swirling snow.

  “Where did this storm come from?” I asked, forcing a smile to lighten the mood. “I’m glad we’re not in my old Honda.”

  Tyler gave my knee a comforting pat. “Don’t worry. This thing will get us there through just about anything.” He glanced over at me. “But I’m not sure your car will get you back down.”

  I heard the words and all the little voices inside my head started screaming at once. Some were joyous that I might be trapped at the cabin with Tyler. The other voices, the ones not associated with the parts of my body below the neck, were telling me to beware.

  * * *

  Tyler was gallant. He parked the Hummer as close to the front door as he could, then trudged through the foot of snow to come around to help me out. Rather than simply take my hand and lead me to the door, he scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me up the steps of the porch.
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br />   “I can walk!” I said, hooking my arms around his neck.

  “I’m not going to have you break a leg your first day at work,” he said. He held me easily in one arm and opened the door with the other. Once we were inside, he kicked the door shut with his heel and gently set me down.

  “I’m not sure you can get down the mountain in this storm with that little car of yours,” Tyler said as he dusted the snow from his hair. He took off his coat and hung it on the hook, then waited for me to do the same.

  “What am I going to do?” I asked.

  I know, it was a stupid question, but it had to be asked.

  “There’s plenty of room here,” Tyler said, cupping his hands and blowing into them. “We could have a sleepover.”

  His eyes sparkled like a little kid on Christmas eve.

  “A sleepover?” I folded my arms over my chest and gave him a wary look. “Exactly what does that mean?”

  “It means, you go into the kitchen and get us a snack while I get a fire started in the den. We’ll eat strawberries and drink hot chocolate and toast marshmallows and thaw out our bones. Then you go to your room and I go to mine.”

  “Promise?” I looked at him sideway and resisted the smile that was itching at my lips.

  He held up three fingers and gave me a serious nod. “Scouts honor, ma’am. Now let’s go. I’m freezing my butt off.”

  CHAPTER TEN: MAGGIE

  While Tyler built the fire, I put together a tray of fresh strawberries, a caramel dip, slices of cheese, and an assortment of crackers. I fixed two large mugs of hot chocolate and layered the tops with tiny marshmallows.

  It gave me time to pause and reflect over the day. I saw parts of Tyler that were actually genuine. It was as though he stopped trying to be someone he wasn’t. I had a feeling that I was the first person to see that side of him since his father passed away.

  I liked that side of him.

  Dammit Maggie. Are you falling for your boss? The same one that flashed you with his cock the day of your interview?

  Maybe I was falling for the cock flashing mountain man.

  Or, maybe a part of me wanted his cock. I guess my wet dreams since our first encounter was proof of that. Case closed.

  The memory of seeing his erect manhood in his kitchen left me wondering what it must feel like having a man like Tyler inside of me.

  Hmmm…

  This boyishly sweet charm, or his beautiful sweet cock?

  I was tired and I couldn’t make a decision what part of Tyler I wanted more. I decided not to think too much about it and just be myself.

  By the time I came into the den holding the tray in my hands, the fire in the stone fireplace was roaring. Tyler was sitting on the bear skin rug in front of the fire, using a poker to position the logs.

  “Wow, that’s some fire,” I said, feeling the heat the moment I stepped into the room. I sat down on the rug across from him and set the tray between us. “You really are a boy scout, aren’t you?”

  “More of a woodsman,” he said, giving me a smile that was bathed in the glow of the fire. “My dad taught me how to build a fire when I was old enough to strike a match.”

  “I always just use the fake logs you get at the store.”

  “That’s cheating,” he said, clicking his tongue. “And they don’t put out the heat like real logs.”

  He set the poker aside and picked up his mug of hot chocolate. He took a loud sip and grinned at me with melted marshmallow clinging to the tips of his moustache.

  I giggled and handed him a napkin.

  “This has been a great day,” he said, wiping his mouth. He stretched out to lie on his side on the rug and propped himself up on one elbow. He glanced at me from beneath his dark eyebrows. “Did you enjoy it as much as I did?”

  I cupped the mug of hot chocolate between my hands and held it to my lips. I smiled back at him. “It was a lovely day,” I admitted.

  “I’m sad to see it end,” he said.

  “So am I.” I sighed happily and gave him a tired smile.

  “It could be a lovely night too, you know.” He stared into the fire and said the words softly, as if he were afraid saying them too loudly might frighten me off.

  I took a deep breath and held it for a moment. A thousand thoughts went through my head. Suddenly I felt empowered and had an energy rush over me. It felt like I was releasing a sensual part of me I left dormant all these years. It was time I did something for myself.

  My body warmed with the desire to feel Tyler’s hands on me. I wasn’t doing anything I didn’t want to do. In fact, there wasn’t anything more I wanted at this very moment, and this time I was going to take the lead.

  With the taste of hot chocolate still on my tongue, I leaned down and softly kissed his lips.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN: TYLER

  When Maggie leaned down to kiss me, I knew that she was mine. The master hunter nabs his allusive prey once again. Maggie Dean would be a magnificent trophy to add to my collection.

  Yet, as I was patting myself on the back, a thought came to mind that perhaps, in this case, the hunter had become the hunted.

  Maggie was a smart girl; too smart to fall for my bullshit.

  She had proved that the first day we met.

  I had not pulled anything over on her, and if she didn’t want to be here, she wouldn’t be.

  Maybe you’re not as smart as you think you are, said the little voice inside my head.

  It doesn’t matter, just shut up and fuck her.

  Without breaking the kiss, I rolled to my back and pulled Maggie down to lie on top of me. She put her hands on my cheeks and swirled the tip of her tongue around mine. I put my arms around her and my hands clutched her ass. She straddled my crotch with hers and I pulled her into me. I could feel her cunt pushing against my cock, which was so hard I thought it might rip through my jeans.

  She sat up and tugged the sweater over her head, then undid her bra and let it slide down her arms. Her tits were large and milky white and her nipples were like pink pebbles that longed for my touch. I cupped them in the palms of my hands and squeezed her nipples between my thumbs and fingers. She moaned at the wonderful pain.

  My cock was rigid beneath her. She started sliding her cunt along the length of it as I massaged her breasts. The heat was intense. I felt like I might explode any minute and we weren’t even undressed.

  “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” she said, tugging playfully at my shirt. I was pleasantly surprised by her drive. I liked a woman who could take charge.

  She got up long enough to shimmy out of her jeans and panties while I wiggled around on the floor to get out of my clothes.

  When I lay back, my cock stood straight up like the mast of ship, ready for her to impale her beautiful pussy on it.

  She was staring at my cock with a gleam in her eye.

  She licked her lips as I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it to its full length.

  “Now,” I said with a smile. “Where were we?”

  CHAPTER TWELVE: MAGGIE

  The overdue virgin in my head was trying to get me through my first time without having a panic attack.

  Just breath, she told me.

  You’ll get through this.

  Just breath.

  My eyes widened at the sheer size of Tyler’s thick cock, jutting up from his curly pubes like a flagpole.

  Tyler was stroking his cock with his right hand as he smiled at me.

  There was no way the entire thing would fit inside me, but I would gladly take in as much as I could.

  I sat down beside him and my hand took the place of his. It was the first cock I’d ever touched. It was hard and thick and round, and I was awed by the feel of it. The skin moved up and down over the muscular shaft. I stroked the shaft upwards and squeezed. Little drops of clear liquid came out of the slit. Without thought or hesitation, I lowered my lips to the tip and sucked them away. It tasted warm and salty on my tongue.

  Tyler closed hi
s eyes and moaned, reaching down so his hand could probe my liquefied heat. I spread my legs to give him easier access. I was flowing like lava as his fingers slid over my folds and around my clit. He dipped two fingers into my pussy and slowly fucked me with them. My entire body was on fire as the first orgasm I’d ever had by someone else’s hand shuddered through me. I took his cock further into my mouth and held my breath as I came, washing his hand with my nectar.

  I got to my knees so I could bob my head up and down over his shaft. I held the base firmly and took as much of him into my mouth as I could. I almost gagged when the mushrooming head touched the back of my throat, but a few more strokes and I was taking him in with ease. My lips tightened around the shaft and I felt a shiver go through him.

  He was close to coming and I wanted him to come inside of me.

  I pulled my lips back from his cock and glanced up at him.

  He was breathing heavily through his mouth and his eyes were glassy.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “I want you inside of me,” I said. “But, Tyler you have to know something first.”

  He got up onto his elbows and frowned. “Maggie, what it is?”

  “I’ve never done this before,” I said softly.

  He blinked at me for a moment. “You’ve never done what before?”

  “This,” I said, wiggling his cock playfully. “I’ve never had a man’s cock inside me before.”

  He looked at me as if he thought I was joking around.

  “You’re fucking with me, right?”

  “No. Honestly, I’ve never done this before.”

  He frowned at me, like he was having a hard time believing what I was saying was true. “You’ve never fucked a man before?”

  “You’ll be my first,” I said.

  He let his eyes wander over my face. “Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked, suddenly unsure that he should have pushed so hard.