by Desiree Holt
And a few minutes was all she had for him. When he was ten and his father was killed, Anita Cameron faced raising a child with few skills and little money. Her own people, the Comanche, wouldn't help her because she'd married outside her race, despite her father forbidding it. Out of nowhere, the office job with Diablo Ag Con had appeared, offering her a lifeline.
About the time Zane was elected sheriff the first time, she'd been promoted to assistant manager. It meant, however, she needed to move to Copper Ridge. Zane needed to stay in Amen where his headquarters were, so they'd sold the little house he'd grown up in, split the money, and each bought their own property.
Since the move, his mother had risen to manager of the entire operation with a schedule that kept her hopping. Today, as he came in, she was on her way out to a meeting. At least he'd had a chance to say hello. Not always an easy thing with his schedule.
He should have moved the sheriff's headquarters to Copper Ridge three years ago after the last election when the commission approached him about it. It would save this drive back and forth for meetings and certainly keep him removed from the problem that just dropped back into his life.
But he loved the house he'd bought, old but suited to him. He worked at restoring it in his spare time—whatever that was. At the time, he had no idea that he'd walk into his office one morning to the news that Jamie Randall was back in town. He rubbed his hand over his face, wishing he could wipe away his problems with one easy swipe.
Jamie.
He hadn't even started to figure out how he was going to handle her coming home when she'd walked into his office this morning. He should have used his brains instead of his dick, found her the report, and sent her on her way. But no, instead, he was doing the dumbass thing and walking right into the fire. Giving her a chance to spit on him again.
He wheeled into his parking lot of the sheriff's office and shut off the engine. He was an adult. He could do this. Make a copy of the report, drop it off to her, and get the hell out of her house.
Yeah. Right.
* * * *
Jamie was edgy enough to jump out of her skin. Duke had hauled the truck up the driveway and left it at the side of the house, still fussing at her about what nonsense it was and seeing ghosts where there weren't any. And still refusing to take any of her money.
"I'm not a charity case,” she told him angrily.
"Nope. That's a fact. But you need to be frugal when money's tight. Don't let your pride lead you into a hole in the ground."
God, the man had more strange mixed metaphors than anyone she'd ever known.
Now, she was working in the kitchen, polishing the stained and crusted countertop, and keeping her eye on the stove clock. Zane had said four o'clock and it was already past that. She'd actually hoped he'd get here and be gone before Duke arrived and she had to answers questions about the truck.
No such luck. Not only wasn't he early, he was already late.
Maybe he wouldn't show. Maybe she could call him and tell him she'd just stop by tomorrow and pick up the report.
She couldn't think of him coming to the house without recalling yesterday's kiss. Her nerve endings still sizzled from it. And last night she'd made up her bed with the sheets she brought with her, lain down on their cool, smooth surface, and masturbated herself to climax with Zane's face burned into the underside of her eyelids.
In the anonymity of the darkness, she'd squeezed her thighs together, locking her fingers inside her cunt and hating herself for wishing it was Zane's cock inside her, fucking her as she remembered, taking her higher and higher until her body exploded into a million pieces.
God, I am so fucking pathetic.
The scene in his office earlier should have cured her. They were like two cats hissing and clawing at each other, neither of them giving an inch. Her antidote to her uncontrollable eagerness to see him again was to make herself as unattractive as possible. Ratty T-shirt, faded cutoffs, messy ponytail. Turn him off and maybe she could turn herself off.
She had just refilled the bucket with water and cleaner when she heard the crunch of tires on the driveway. Her stomach tightened at the sound of booted feet on the porch.
"Door's open,” she called, keeping her back turned.
The sound of his footsteps drew nearer. She set her scrub brush aside and wiped her hands on a paper towel. When she turned to face him, he was only inches away. Right there next to her, big and looming and powerful.
She tried to swallow but her mouth was too dry. “Thank you for coming by.” It came out like a croak.
"What's the truck doing in the driveway?"
She backed up a step. “You sure get right to the point, don't you?"
He moved a step forward, crowding her. “I asked you a question."
"What's it to you? I own it. I can do whatever I want with it."
He moved again until their bodies were almost touching. “You always were a pistol, you know that? I don't know what's in that head of yours, but I won't let you come into my county and make a problem where there isn't one."
"Your county?” She swatted his chest. “In case you haven't noticed, I live here so it's my county, too. Get off my case, Cameron. So. Did you bring the report?"
"You get right to the point, too, don't you?"
"No time to waste."
He closed the last little bit of distance between them, his eyes burning into hers like twin torches. Then his mouth was on hers, just like the day before, burning her, sucking the life out of her while infusing it back into her body. She wanted to hit him, push him away, but her traitorous arms wounds up around his neck and clung to him, holding his head to hers. Her panties were already soaked, and that old familiar quiver raced through the muscles of her cunt.
His tongue probed her mouth, taking, taking. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. And to her shame she gave as good as she got. She couldn't have moved away if her life was threatened, not even when his hands slid down to reach under her T-shirt and cup her breasts through the thin cotton of her bra. One touch of those rough-silken lips and those big hot hands and her brain simply melted away.
His tongue had a life of its own, probing into the recesses of her mouth, licking, tasting, teasing. His fingers pinched her nipples just hard enough to cause a shiver of pleasure-pain. She hung onto him for dear life, drowning in the sensations that assaulted her body.
The harder he tugged on her nipples, the more he plundered her mouth, the weaker her legs became until she wasn't sure she could stand at all if she took her arms from his neck.
When every bit of breath had left her lungs, he lifted his mouth just a fraction, tracing the edge of her lips with the tip of his tongue. “Jamie?"
"Mmm?” She forced her eyes open.
"You using your old bedroom?"
"What? My bedroom?"
He extricated himself from her grip and lifted her in his arms. “Your bedroom. I'm going to fuck the life out of you, and I don't want to do it on that ratty old couch."
She could barely focus enough to point toward the stairs. “Yes. Same room. Second door on the right."
Later, when her brain kicked into gear again and she could pluck one rational thought from it, she'd wonder why she hadn't just ordered Zane Cameron out of her house. He certainly wouldn't take her by force. That wasn't his style. No, even after all this time, he knew just which buttons to push and how to push them, and in an instant all her defenses were down. But at the moment, all she could think of was how good he felt next to her and the explosion his kisses had set off in her body.
He held her against his chest as he took the steps two at a time. Using his foot, he pushed the door to her room open and in seconds had her flat on her back on her clean white sheets, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. She opened her eyes again to see him staring at her with a look of intense hunger on his face, and instantly heat warmed her blood.
With hands that shook slightly, he pulled the T-shirt over her head, disposed of
her bra, and stripped her shorts and panties from her, tossing everything to the floor. Then he bent her knees and spread her thighs wide, exposing her to his ravenous gaze.
He drew in a deep, ragged breath, and let it out slowly. “God, Jamie, you have the most gorgeous cunt in the world."
One long finger traced her slit from clitoris to vaginal opening and back, gathering the cream she knew was gushing from her. He lifted the finger to his mouth and sucked on it.
"Taste good, too. Just as I've remembered all these years.” He took two steps back, his heated gaze burning into her sex. “Open yourself for me. Pull those cunt lips wide so I can see all that delicious pink flesh."
Jamie's skin was so hot she thought it would burst. The smart thing was to jump off the bed, smack Zane in the face, and kick him out of the house, but smart wasn't even in her vocabulary at the moment. She burned for his touch, for the feelings he aroused in her. Closing her eyes, she reached for herself, her breathing unsteady.
Zane's firm hand gripped her wrists. “No. Open your eyes. Look at me while you do this. Don't hide yourself from me. I want to see the desire I know is there."
She forced her lids open enough to see him as her hands touched her labia and slowly pulled them apart. His gaze never left her cunt as he unclipped his holster from his belt and set it on the night stand. Before stuffing his wallet back in his pocket, he removed a foil packet and set it next to his gun. He toed off his boots, then his shirt, trousers, and boxers joined her clothes in the heap on the floor.
Her mouth went dry at the sight of him, all hard muscle and bronze skin. Dark hair lightly dusted his chest, a genetic throwback to his white ancestors. Her eyes followed the line of it across his flat abdomen to the thick nest of dark curls surrounding the root of his cock.
And what a cock it was. She licked her lips in anticipation. Larger and thicker than she remembered. But he was a man, she reminded herself, with a man-size erection, one that would put to shame the few others she'd seen. The flared head was a dark purple, a swollen vein roped around the length of it, and a tiny pearlescent drop of liquid sat atop the slit.
As her cunt pulsed and her breasts ached for his touch, all she could think was Ohmigod.
In a second, his hands were on her knees again, separating them even wider.
"Touch your clit, Jamie. Wet your fingers with those juices I see flowing and rub that hard little button."
She moved her fingers back and forth, feeling tiny quivers vibrate the walls of her pussy. A tight coil started to unwind deep in her belly.
Zane eased one hand down her thigh and slowly slipped a finger into her tight vaginal sheath. Her muscles clamped around him, and she sped up the movement on her clit.
"God, your pussy still drives me wild. All this wonderful, wet flesh. How tight you are.” He loomed over her, his finger probing her pussy. “Have you had many lovers, Jamie? You're still as tight as a virgin."
She couldn't answer him, couldn't form a coherent thought. She pushed against his finger, but it was his cock she really wanted inside her.
He laughed, a sultry sound. “You want me to fuck you, don't you? And I will. I plan to give you the ride of your life. But not until I've driven you wild with need. Keep fingering yourself. Don't stop until I tell you to."
When he backed away, an incredible sense of loss gripped her and she couldn't hold back a tiny moan. She heard the thunk as his knees hit the floor, saw his head dip, and in seconds his very educated tongue was flicking along her slit and probing into her needy channel. Like a smaller version of his cock, his tongue fucked her, scooping at her juices with its tip. And all the while her fingertip played over and over her throbbing clit.
She threw her head back, eyes closing automatically, the orgasm building inside her. When his tongue left her pussy and slipped down toward the entrance to her ass, she lost it. Her climax jolted her, roaring through her like a tidal wave, pounding at every one of her senses. Mercilessly, Zane held her pussy wide open, his broad shoulders keeping her thighs apart, denying her the ultimate satisfaction her body craved. Desperately, she tried to slide her fingers inside herself, but he nudged her hand out of the way.
"Uh uh, Jamie. I want to see those tight cunt muscles throb and shake. God, you have so much cream running from you it's like a lake. Keep going. That's it."
When the last quiver had subsided, leaving her wanting more than ever, he licked her juices from her labia and the crevice of her ass where they'd dripped. She heard the crinkle of foil being ripped open and, through barely open eyes, saw him roll the condom onto his enormous, thick erection.
Then he was over her again, his big hands moving her up on the bed, his lips rubbing against hers. She could taste herself on him, a salty/sweet flavor, arousing her even more.
He wrapped his fingers around her wrists and held them down on either side of her head. Lowering his head, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, nipping at it then soothing it with his tongue. Rolling it around inside his mouth and pulling on it. When it was hard and heated from the blood rushing to it, he moved to the other one, paying it equal attention.
"Mmm.” The sound rolled from her mouth in a long sigh and she pushed her hips against his body.
That same sultry laugh rumbled from his throat. “You want my cock in you? Is that it? Oh, you'll get it soon enough, but not until I'm good and ready. I've been saving up for this for a long time."
"Please.” She couldn't stop the word from bubbling out of her mouth.
"Please what?” Golden flecks danced in his hot dark eyes and deep lines grooved his face. “Please suck you again? Please stick my tongue in your cunt? Or is it my cock you want so badly? God, I'd love to slap my handcuffs on you, lock you to this bed, and pound you until you scream.” He ran the tip of his tongue over her open lips. “Maybe I will, Jamie. Would you like that?"
Yes!
She swallowed the word so she wouldn't shout it. Do it, she wanted to tell him. Do anything you want. In a few short minutes, he had her as mindless as the night he'd taken her virginity. And all the nights after that. How pathetic was that?
"Well?” he prodded. “Tell me you want that.” He bent his head so his mouth was at her ear. “Would you like me to fuck you in the ass?” He shuddered. “Just the thought of my dick inside you there almost makes me come. I'll bet you're so tight there you could squeeze the head of my dick right off."
"Oh.” The word came out on a breath of air. She hooked her legs over his thighs and tried to pull him closer.
"You like that, do you? Let's just take a look."
Before she realized it, he flipped her over and knelt between her thighs. When she tried to push herself up, he held her hands palms down on the pillow. “Be a good girl and keep your hands like this, or I'll have to get out the cuffs before we're ready for them."
Jamie took a deep breath to steady herself and kept her hands where he'd placed them. The wild orgasm had hardly taken the edge off her aroused state, but the image of Zane kneeling behind her heated her even more. She closed her eyes and waited to see what he'd do next.
"Beautiful,” he breathed, running his hands down her back and over the curved globes of her ass. “You've turned into quite a woman, Jamie. You make my mouth water."
His warm lips touched her everywhere, trailing over her buttocks, feathering kisses over her shivering skin. Her fingers clawed the pillow as he nipped gently then soothed with soft licks of his tongue. But when he put his hands on the cheeks of her ass, separating them, and ran his tongue along the cleft from top to bottom, the muscles in her pussy convulsed again.
"Tasty.” His voice with husky and thick with lust. “Do you feel as good as you taste, I wonder?"
He slipped one finger into her liquid cunt and gathered her cream, spread it around the puckered rosette of her anus, then pushed the finger inside her dark heat.
"Oh, god.” She hadn't expected the surge of desire that raced through her. She'd had lovers since Zane, but that wa
s always forbidden territory. Yet, with him it seemed as natural as breathing. Her heart tripped as she thought of him fucking her there.
Bending over her, finger still inside, he brushed a kiss against the nape of her neck. “Soon, Jamie. Soon I'll have my cock in your mouth, in your ass, every place I want to put it. And you'll take it and love it. But not tonight.” He moved his hand away and flipped her onto her back again. “Tonight I have to feel your pussy around me before I go crazy."
He pressed her knees back to give him greater access, took his swollen cock in his hand, and pressed the purple head of it against her opening. Jamie rocked her pelvis, urging him to thrust it all the way inside her.
"Here it comes, Jamie. All the way to the balls."
One roll of his hips and he was fully seated, his testicles slapping against her buttocks. Every muscle in her body clenched. Her cunt felt so very full, stretched beyond its normal limits. The head of his cock bumped the mouth of her womb. They froze, immobile, adjusting to each other before he moved in slow strokes. She gripped him with her arms and legs as if she could pull all of him inside.
Then Zane's hips rose and fell as his cock filled every inch of her. The dance accelerated, retreat and thrust, faster and faster. The only sounds in the room were their panting breaths, the slap of flesh on flesh and the rustle of the sheet beneath their bodies. Jamie's body throbbed everywhere as the hot spot low in her belly burned with need and her nerves stretched to send that final jolt to her muscles. As tight as Zane's cock fit in her pussy, still she could feel the walls fluttering with the need to clamp, shudder, spasm. She tried desperately for that ever elusive pinnacle, but Zane knew just how to time his movements, how hard and how fast to make them, to hold it just beyond her reach.
But then she felt the muscles in his buttocks tense, his back tighten, and his breathing rasp. One final, hard stroke and she burst into flames, her climax shaking her so hard she thought her bones would break. His cock pulsed inside her as he emptied himself of his seed.
She clung to him tightly, anchoring herself. The world spun as her body convulsed again and again, and her blood, like liquid heat, burned her body from the inside out.