Flynn, Joyee - Sheriff Found [Hiding Hounds 1] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

by Joyee Flynn

  “What is it, Toby?” He called out from the living room. A moment later, he walked into the dining room and skidded to a halt when he saw me. “Fuck, baby!”

  “Yes, please,” I hissed, moving my hips up as I stroked my dick faster. Randall watched me for a moment before almost ripping off his shorts as he moved toward me. “Take me, Randall. Shove that big cock into my already stretched-out ass.”

  “Gladly,” Randall growled as he uncapped the lube and poured some slick on his cock. He tossed the bottle back on the table as he rubbed it into his dick. As Randall eye me over, I let out another moan as I pulled on my cock harder, getting a gasp from my mate for my efforts. He moved between my legs, pulling me off the table a bit so my ass was hanging off, and pulled my legs up over his arms.

  “I want it hard and fast, Randall,” I begged as I lay back on the table. That’s all it took to snap his control and stop his questioning looks. He thrust into me hard, bottoming out inside of me as I cried out. Randall grabbed my hips as he started pounding into me, glancing between my cock bouncing against my stomach and my face.

  “So fucking hot,” he grunted as he fucked me as I’d asked. I let myself get swept away in the feeling of him being inside of me. “I’ll never look at this table the same way again.”

  “Harder, Randall,” I begged, reaching for my leaking dick again. He growled as I stroked myself in time with his thrusts. “Fuck me as hard as you can, Randall.”

  His nostrils flared with desire at my words, and I knew he was getting close when his thrusts became erratic. Running my other hand over my chest as he watched, I pinched my left nipple hard so he’d see it. That was all it took for me to come. I screamed out his name as I shot ropes of pearly-white cum all over my stomach and chest. Seconds later, Randall roared out above me as he pulled me toward him as hard as he thrust into me.

  I moaned at the feeling of him losing it like that, loving when he filled me up with his seed. We both lay there panting for a few minutes as he lowered my legs down and leaned over to brace himself on the table. Once we both caught our breaths, Randall leaned over to kiss me, but I put my hands on his chest to stop him.

  “This was sex, Randall,” I said as I ran my hands over his muscular pecs. “This was just sex and fucking. It was hot and hard and carnal and exactly the definition of great sex.”

  “Toby.” He sighed, but I kept talking anyways.

  “What happened in your bed earlier after we were done at the vets was not the same thing as this,” I said firmly, not backing down. “That was gentle and tender and making love to your mate when we needed to feel each other. There is a difference, and I’m sorry you couldn’t see that, but I hope this helps prove it to you. I wanted you to understand the difference so you don’t confuse them anymore.”

  “Toby,” Randall whispered as he quickly looked up at the ceiling but not before I saw the tear escape his eyes. “I can’t do this, baby.”

  “You can, but if you need time, that’s fine,” I said gently as I sat up and reached to cup his cheek. “I don’t know what’s happened to you, Randall. I may be young and innocent in your eyes, and that’s fine. I accept that. But I know the difference between sex and making love to your mate. Don’t ever tell me I don’t again. It’s insulting to me and our partnership. And you might not be able to deal with how I feel, but it is how I feel. I love you, Randall.”

  “No one’s ever said that to me before,” he replied softly as he looked back down at me. I saw the tears streaming down his cheeks, and it broke my heart to hear him say it. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, baby. I really am. But I’ve never heard those words before, and I didn’t know how to deal with them. I’m sorry I handled it badly.”

  “I know you are, Randall,” I said as I pulled his head down to mine and kissed his tears away. “Did I make my point?”

  “Yeah, baby, I hear you loud and clear,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me again. I wrapped myself around my mate, knowing he needed the comfort and closeness only a mate could provide.

  He stood up with me wrapped around him and walked us through the living room, into his bedroom, and then stopped when we got in the bathroom, kissing me the entire way. Randall reached over and turned on the shower for us. Stepping in the shower, his cock still in my ass, he gently leaned me against the tiles. Tears were still falling down his cheeks as he started to pull out of me and then thrust right back in gently.

  “I love you, Randall,” I said over and over again as he took me. I knew he wasn’t ready to say it back, probably wouldn’t be for a long time. But he needed to hear it so it might to start sinking in that he was finally loved. Randall never took his eyes off mine as we made love in the shower. The tears never stopped either until after we’d climaxed together.

  “Thank you, baby,” he whispered in my ear, hugging me tightly as the water ran over our intertwined bodies. “Thank you for loving me, Toby.”

  Chapter 7

  As Randall woke the next morning, he smiled down at the man he was falling for. Toby lay on the side of him, half sprawled over Randall’s body. He couldn’t believe this smart, sexy, wonderful man loved him. How the fuck had that happened?

  After they’d made love in the shower, they’d ordered pizza and spent the night laughing and talking. When it was finally time for bed, Randall had decided it was time for Toby to have some control in their sex life. Randall had been in awe as he watched his hot mate ride his cock with perfect abandonment.

  He’d covered Toby’s hands on his chest as the smaller man moved his hips. He’d been so into watching Toby’s passionate face, drinking in everything about him, that Randall had been side swiped by his orgasm. They cried out as they climaxed together, Toby slumping down over him when they were done.

  Randall had smiled that his little mate had fallen asleep with his cock still in Toby. After making sure his baby was comfortable, he’d gotten up to get a towel and cleaned them up. And then he did something that still confused him. He’d stayed up for hours simply watching Toby sleep while he thought about how lucky he was to have found his mate.

  Toby truly was part pup, kicking his legs out as if running on all fours in his dreams as he made the cutest noises. Randall had smiled and rolled Toby over on his side when he’d started to whimper, spooning against the smaller man’s back. He’d never felt more complete in his entire life and was scared shitless that he’d screw this up.

  “Good morning, baby,” he said softly when Toby’s eyelashes fluttered as he woke up. “How did you sleep?”

  “You snore.” Toby giggled, hugging Randall. “Did you know that?”

  “No, I didn’t, actually.” Randall chuckled as he tilted his neck to kiss Toby’s lips. “You make pup noises and try to run in your sleep. Did you know that?”

  “Yeah, it’s a typical dog shifter thing,” Toby answered as he moved to straddle Randall’s hips. “Do we have time for me to ride you again? I told you how much fun I had doing that, right, Randall?”

  “Yes, you did, baby,” he groaned, his morning wood begging to go into Toby’s tight hole. “But no, we don’t have time. I’m sorry. I wanted you to get as much rest as possible before we go.”

  “We can still do it another time, though, right?”

  “Oh, yeah, Toby,” Randall growled as he thrust his hips up. “It was fucking hot to watch my baby ride my cock. I plan on us doing that a lot.”

  “Can we play in the truck on the drive?” Toby whimpered as he moved his hips so their hard-ons rubbed against each other. They’d decided yesterday that they were going to pick up the supplies Cameron had ordered from a medical supply company in Spokane instead of waiting for it to be shipped out. It would also help keep the whispers down as to why the doc was getting a huge order of meds in.

  They’d have a two-and-a-half-hour drive each way, but it would be worth it to get the pack what they needed. Toby had also ordered some wholesale goods that they could load up in Randall’s truck and take up in the m
ountains as well. And then they would be able to move Toby’s belongings with the truck back down to his house.

  “I don’t think I could focus on driving if you distracted me, baby.” He chuckled as he rolled them over so Toby was laid out beneath him. “You’re just too damn tempting, my mate. I could be persuaded to make a stop at a rest station along the way if we get our asses in gear now.”

  “Okay, I can do that,” Toby answered excitedly as he gave Randall a quick kiss and they got off the bed. “Thank you for taking the week off, Randall.”

  “I had the vacation time saved, and not much happens in a small town like Wenatchee,” he shrugged. Randall had called his Deputy last night and informed him that he’d had something personal come up and needed the entire week off. He’d made sure to say that if it ended up being longer, he’d let them know. “But we need to handle this as soon as possible.”

  “I agree, but I’m still grateful,” Toby replied as he smiled widely at Randall.

  “How grateful?” Randall growled as he lunged for his mate. Toby giggled and raced to the bathroom before Randall could catch him.

  “Very, but you said we need to get going.” He laughed as they washed up. Randall had found Toby presentable clothes he could wear, even if they hung off his smaller frame. He felt a thrill go through him at the site of his mate being clothed by his belongings. Pushing the need to be buried balls deep in his mate, Randall packed a bag and got ready.

  Ten minutes later, they were in his truck, driving to Spokane after having stopped at a drive-thru to get coffee and breakfast. Toby had downloaded most of his work on Randall’s laptop the night before when they’d discussed making the long drive. He’d laughed at how guilty his little mate had looked that he couldn’t take turns driving since Toby didn’t have a license.

  Randall assured him that he liked the idea of getting some of his thoughts together on the five-hour round trip. Toby needed to meet his deadlines or it would look bad for his company, so it really worked out for the best. After they were done eating and making a game plan for the day, Toby got silent as he typed away on Randall’s laptop.

  Enjoying the Washington scenery, Randall sifted through memories of his own past, realizing it was time to tell Toby. Spending the next hour thinking about where to start, Randall decided it needed to be from the beginning. He just wasn’t sure how the hell he told someone he wanted to keep in his life forever how fucked-up a childhood he had. There wasn’t one, he decided, biting the bullet.

  “I went into foster care when I was five after my drug-addict mother killed my abusive, cheating, alcoholic father,” Randall blurted out finally. The silence was deafening in the truck as the moments ticked by. He finally turned to look at Toby, who had tears in his eyes as he watched Randall.

  * * * *

  I couldn’t get over the shock of what Randall had just admitted to me. We’d been driving in silence for a while as I’d been working. Then suddenly, he dropped a bomb so big I was stunned to silence. The tears still formed in my eyes at the pain my mate must have suffered.

  “Your mom killed your dad?” I whispered after I realized Randall was waiting for me to say something. “What do you remember? I mean, you were only five, right?”

  “I remember him being drunk and beating her a lot, and I always hid in my room,” Randall answered, nodding his head. I wanted him to look at me as we talked, but then I understood that not looking at me as he drove and talked was easier for him. “I remember sitting on a needle once, but I don’t remember ever hearing what drugs she took. But she used to go crazy sometimes, and I think even then I understood she was high.”

  “I’m so sorry, Randall,” I said gently as I closed the laptop and put it on the floor before undoing my seatbelt. Slowly so I didn’t startle him, I scooted along the bench seat and wrapped his right arm around my shoulders, leaning into him. “How did she kill him?”

  “They were fighting one night, and I heard this loud sound. I mean, my ears hurt from it,” Randall replied, looking lost and in pain from remembering. “I’d never heard a gunshot before, but then everything went quiet. I waited a bit before going to see what had happened. I walked into the living room and saw my dad dead on the floor, blood everywhere.

  “My mom was just sitting there smiling at his dead body while smoking a cigarette. She turned to me and said, ‘I killed his cheating fucking ass. We won’t have to deal with his shit anymore.’ After she passed out, I called 911 and told them what had happened. They told me to get out of the house and hide at the neighbors’.”

  “What happened after that?” I asked when he went silent, rubbing my hand on his thigh in an attempt to comfort him.

  “I went into the system,” he answered, and I saw tears building in his eyes as well. “I had a couple of nice temporary foster homes before they found me a permanent one. T–they weren’t so nice, Toby. I don’t think you should know this.”

  “If you’re not ready to tell me, Randall, I’ll understand this,” I said gently but firmly. “But don’t shield me from your past. Let me share it with you. You know all about my troubles, and telling you has been good for me. I will love you no matter what you tell me, but I think it’s time you told someone. Because I’m pretty sure you’ve never talked about this before, have you?”

  “No, never,” he whispered, and I leaned up to kiss his cheek.

  “Then I think it’s past time you shared the burden, don’t you?”

  “Okay,” he sighed after a few moments, turning his head to kiss me first. “My foster parents had two older children of their own and then me. They were a great family from the outside, but they treated me like a slave instead of a child. They lied and told the social workers that they were homeschooling me, but in reality, they had me working all day. I’m sure they also didn’t want people to ever find the bruises.”

  “They beat you?” I gasped. When I saw Randall nod, I turned in the seat so I could put my hand on his chest as well, trying to give him any strength I had.

  “Yeah, they beat me a lot,” Randall admitted, holding me tighter to him. “And I’m not just talking about spankings or slapping me with a belt, baby. There were days I couldn’t even move because I’d been punched in the face so hard for not having dinner ready in time or they didn’t like the job I’d done waxing the floors. One of their kids freaked out when they saw my face, threatening to call the police if they did it again.”

  “Did that help?”

  “They stopped hitting me in the face, but no, not really,” Randall sighed, turning to kiss the top of my head. “It started to get worse after their kids left for college. I was about eleven then, I think. If they got mad at me for whatever reason, I wouldn’t get fed for days, and I'd be locked in the basement. When they started calling me paycheck instead of Randall, I didn’t know what they meant until I was older. That’s all I was to them, a government paycheck that helped subsidize their income.

  “The older I got, the more they expected me to do until I kept breaking down from exhaustion and lack of nutrients. Then I’d get locked back in the cold basement with some bread until they decided I could work again. I was fourteen when the authorities finally figured it out. They’d gotten a report of someone having overheard one of my foster parents having a conversation and what they were doing to me.

  “We ended up getting a surprise inspection, and they found me in the basement in the winter with no blanket or anything. I think I was wearing an old T-shirt of one of their kids. They never gave me anything but ratty hand-me-downs, but at least sometimes I got pants. I wasn’t awake when it happened. I’d passed out from exhaustion again and woke up in the hospital days later.”

  “Can I ask you something without sounding like an ass?” I said, needing one part filled in to connect the dots. When Randall nodded, I took a deep breath and just went with it. “If you were that malnourished for so long, how the hell did you grow up to be so big and gorgeous?”

  Randall glanced down at me and then ba
ck at the road several times before busting out laughing. He hugged me tighter to his side as he kissed my left temple.

  “Oh, baby, you really are something,” he said as his laughter died down. “I spent seven months in the hospital as they got me better from the exhaustion and beatings. I have some pretty nasty scars on my back from wounds that had healed badly or were infected that they had to reopen and clean out.”

  “I’ll make sure to kiss them all better later,” I replied firmly, trying to make him understand that his scars didn’t matter to me. That he mattered to me. I think he got the message loud and clear because he kissed me again.

  “There was this policeman, Officer Stanaszek, who had been called in when the social workers found me,” Randall said, continuing the story. “He came to visit me all the time in the hospital and actually taught me how to read. I idolized him. I mean, he was the man who rescued me in my eyes. He’s the reason I became a cop. I wanted to help people when I grew up like he had helped me.”

  “I think that’s very honorable, Randall,” I replied, feeling pride for my mate doing something so noble after all the shit he’d been through.

  “I lived in a boy’s group home after I got out of the hospital until I turned eighteen. Officer Stanaszek still came to see me every week and even paid for a tutor to help me get my GED before I left the home. And then he helped me get a scholarship to college and make it through the LA Police Academy after that. When I’d completed it, I became a beat cop working under him.”

  “Do you still talk to him?”

  “No, he’s dead,” Randall answered quietly. “I was a little older than you when I got a call for backup saying the commanding officer was on the scene, and I knew it was him. When I got there, I walked straight into a firefight between him and a corrupt cop who had been busting drug dealers and then selling the product. I ran to help him, firing my gun for the first time, but I didn’t get there in time. I saw him get shot through the heart before I ended up taking a bullet in the shoulder.”