Rebecca Joyce

by The Sheriff's Jailbirds

  The lights were out when he walked in and quietly shut the door. The crinkle of glass under his feet surprised him. Reaching for the lamp on the side table, his hand hit air.

  What the fuck?

  Reaching for the light switch, the room flooded with soft light as Jordan stood and surveyed the damage.

  The room reeked of sweat and sex. Pictures lay broken on the floor. His beautiful Tiffany lamp that he saved for six months for lay shattered at his feet. Clothes were thrown everywhere. The living room was in total disarray, and he was going to kill her!

  Treading lightly, he maneuvered around what he believed to be cum juices on the carpet and more broken glass, trying not to touch anything.

  “Oh, Charlotte, your ass is mine when I get my hands on you.” He seethed, trying to evade the debris. Of course, he didn’t have to look far to wrap his fingers around her neck. The foot hanging off the end of the couch gave away her exact location.

  Stepping over shoes and more clothes, he stopped dead in his tracks.

  It’s him!

  The last time Jordan saw his wonderful lover, his lover has his cock in his mouth. Now apparently Charlotte had taken his place, because there they were, sleeping peacefully. His lover’s hand was threaded through Charlotte’s short blond hair as her mouth unknowingly sucked the head of his lover’s glorious cock.

  Jordan had thought often of that night and looked for him for weeks, hoping he would return to the club. He thought he would never see him again, and he certainly thought if he did, it wouldn’t be with Charlotte’s lips wrapped around his cock, sucking it instead of her thumb!

  But looking at them lying there peacefully, he had to admit something to himself. Not only was his cock hard for the man lying on the couch, but also for the woman with her lips wrapped around that thick head. Jordan knew Charlotte was beautiful, but seeing her now bare and relaxed, she was something to behold.

  Her lusciously ripe ass was just begging for a spanking. Those full, voluptuous mounds were a true handful. Oh yeah, baby girl had back! Her slender legs led to the tiniest feet with cute little black and pink skulls painted on her toenails. Her tiny waist was held captive by the sexiest tattoo of a poison ivy vine wrapping around her right thigh and over her hip. The snake that threaded through the ivy weaved its way up her leg, and its hissing tongue licked right at the top of the crack of her ass. So whoever was fucking those scrumptious globes got to see a serpent wanting a lick. Her bare back was milky white, and her hair was short. She may have been sexy as hell, but he was still going to wring her neck for breaking his favorite lamp. He didn’t care how fine her ass looked.

  Baby girl had to pay!

  Not wanting to wake them, Jordan grabbed the blanket off the chaise, covered them the best he could, and proceeded to clean up their mess, cursing every time he stepped in something gooey.

  By the time he got the hose cleaned, it was almost three in the morning, and he was beat. The lovebirds were still sleeping peacefully, and even though his lover looked liked he hadn’t slept well in weeks, he, too, was sleeping peacefully. Jordan wondered what had distressed him, but quickly rejected the thought that it might have been him. There was no way his lover was thinking of him, not when he had Charlotte wrapped between his legs.

  The hot water began filling the bathroom as he removed all his clothing.

  Hot shower, here I come.

  Relaxing as the warmth surrounded him, he leaned his head against the cold tiled wall. Closing his eyes, he allowed the heavy pelt of water to wash away his crappy day.

  * * * *

  Braxton woke when he heard the shower start. Stretching, he was instantly aroused as a little warm mouth sucked on the tip of his cock. Looking down, he smiled. Lips of an angel, mouth of a longshoreman, smoking hot body, and a pussy he would never get enough of.

  Oh yeah, baby doll. Someday soon, I’m gonna have your ass on my cross, mine.

  Easing out from under her, he covered her with the blanket and watched as she curled up into it like a little kitten. Braxton was hard again and need to pee something fierce.

  The bathroom door was open, and the shower was on. Steam smoked up as he cleared his throat. “Mind if I use the toilet?”

  “Help yourself. Just don’t flush it. The plumbing in this place is awful,” said a deep male voice. “By the way, I’m Jordan Whitmore, Charlotte’s roommate.”

  “Braxton Connelly.”

  “Looks like you and Charlie had a good time.” He chuckled. “That girl can be feisty at times. Hope she didn’t wear you out.”

  Braxton laughed, closing the lid after he was finished. “That little firecracker is a handful.”

  “I hear ya, but you don’t have to live with her.”

  “So, are you and Charlotte together?” Braxton asked, cutting to the chase.

  “No, just roommates, not that I wouldn’t mind something more, but it’s gonna take a lot more than me to control that girl. Besides, I’m not sure she would understand my needs, you know what I mean?”

  “Not really.”

  “Oh, I think you do,” he stated as the shower turned off and flung back the curtain. Braxton paled. “So, lover, you wanna tell her that you’ve fucked us both, or should I?”

  Chapter 3

  There right before him, in all his rock-hard glory, stood the very problem Braxton couldn’t get his mind off. Water ran down his fine, sculpted body. Not a single hair defiled his lightly tanned body. Jordan’s seductive grin went straight to his cock. Hard and already leaking pre-cum, Braxton turned and looked down the hall toward the sleeping woman.

  This isn’t happening, shit!

  Memories of that night flooded his mind. Those full lips wrapped around his dick, the hard feel of his tongue as he trailed it down Jordan’s six-pack. His hand wrapped around Jordan’s shaft as he pumped him, until he came in long streaming spurts, and his ass, too, Jordan’s hot, tight ass, as he gloriously came into its hot depths. Braxton was in hell and there was nothing he could do about it.

  When a warm hand grabbed his cock, Braxton returned from his stupor to find Jordan face-to-face with him, licking his lips.

  “Want me to take care of this?” he asked, slowly pumping his cock.

  All Braxton could do was moan. This man had plagued his memory for the last month, and now faced with the option of having him again, he didn’t know what to do. He felt like that seventeen-year-old kid again, sitting on his bed with his first boy.

  “I’ll make it easy on you.” Jordan smiled and dropped to his knees, taking his cock into his hot mouth.

  Oh, fuck!

  Glorious, wonderful, erotic memories assaulted Braxton as Jordan licked and sucked his cock into his hot mouth. Jordan was more aggressive than Charlotte, taking more and more. There was no teasing, only the urgency of the moment. There was no slurping, no teasing, no licking, just suction!

  Grabbing Jordan’s hair, Braxton began fucking his mouth. Head falling back, Braxton allowed this moment of desire to engulf him as Jordan sucked his cock hard.

  If it was possible, Jordan’s hot mouth got hotter. The constant hard suction and the wicked tongue had Braxton’s balls drawing up fast.

  Growling, “Shit,” Braxton erupted in a fiery blaze down Jordan’s throat as he continued swallowing and sucking. Reaching for the doorjamb, he braced himself before his legs gave out. His heart was racing again, only this time the tension he had been feeling was gone. Everything was right with his body. He felt himself relaxing.

  In one night a hellcat served his desires for the female flesh. Feisty and demanding, she fed the fuel within him, exploding in a fiery display over and over. Then when he thought his needs were sated, this blond sex pistol stoked the embers and obliterated his world, fulfilling the mysterious need within him.

  Braxton was calm.

  He was at peace.

  His cock finally relaxed, softening. He now knew what his body needed, what his mind needed, and what his heart craved.

  He wa
nted them both.

  Finally spent, he watched as Jordan got to his feet, licked his lips, and smiled. Braxton knew he was in trouble. There was no way he was going to be able to continue this charade. He loved fucking the ladies, and he loved fucking Jordan. How was he going to combine the two worlds and still do his job and be an upstanding citizen of Treasure Cove?

  For him to get his heart’s desires, he was going to have to come clean and tell people what he was. He knew that many in the town wouldn’t give a damn, but the few, those who remembered what his father was and meant to the town, those people would judge him.

  Growing up, he went through life standing on the outside of happiness. So many times he wanted to just shout to the world, but his upbringing stopped him. Perception was everything when holding a public position, and his job was very public. Would the town care if their sheriff was bisexual? Would it matter if he could still fulfill his job? Only time would tell, because looking at the man before him, Braxton knew what he wanted, and it also included the sleeping hellcat in the living room. It had been a long, dark road for him, and finally he was seeing the light.

  The town could go to hell! For once in his life he was doing something for himself.

  He just needed to let them know.

  Coming to grips with this new reality was too much for Braxton. Turning, he quickly grabbed his clothes and dressed. Walking over to the sleeping vixen on the couch, he kissed her forehead and then turned to Jordan, who looked confused.

  “I need to go. I hope you understand,” Braxton offered as an excuse.

  “You can’t hide who you are anymore than I can hide what I am. The sooner you realize that, the better,” Jordan said quietly.

  “I need to figure some things out. Keep an eye on her, Jordan. She is trouble, and I don’t want to see her get hurt.”

  “You worry about yourself, lover. Charlotte can take care of herself. She doesn’t need me babysitting her,” Jordan said, angrily turning away from him, only to have Braxton grab his arm.

  Angry and furious with his own insecurities, Braxton ordered Jordan firmly, “I am coming back. I just need to get some things straight. Look after her. You will do what I ask. Understand?” He watched Jordan as the realization of what he truly was spread quickly over his face.

  Braxton grinned as Jordan lowered his eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

  With the response he was looking for, Braxton touched Jordan’s lips. God, they were swollen and so soft. Leaning closer, he kissed him quickly and handed him his card. “If you need me, call,” he demanded and quickly fled the house.

  * * * *

  A week had passed as Braxton tried to come to grips with his revelation. Talking with Gabriel helped, and over the week he began to formulate a plan to help him get what he most desperately wanted. Though not knowing much about the two, they were easy enough to find in the phone book. So after getting their names, Braxton did what he did best. He investigated them.

  He knew deep down it was wrong, but someone in his position just couldn’t have criminals living with him. It wasn’t anything against them. He just wanted to be careful, get what he wanted, and keep his job.

  Word was already spreading about his sexual preferences, and so far so good. So far there had only been one incident of concern, but Braxton figured the old bat who worked for his father could go to hell.

  Ms. Gail Seaton was his father’s receptionist and midnight fuck buddy. When his father refused to divorce his mother, Ms. Seaton cut off all ties, quit her job, and joined the lady auxiliary league. Now a prominent member of the town, she was also on the town council and a voting member of his job, and she was making his life a living hell.

  As the word spread, she rallied the old biddies, and soon there was a petition to have Braxton removed from his post. Of course, there were those on the city council who liked Braxton and lived a polyamorous life. Those were the ones who didn’t give a damn and supported their local sheriff.

  So, waiting as his computer searched, Braxton poured himself a cup of hot coffee. When his computer starting pinging like crazy he was shocked and a little worried, but nothing could have prepared him for what he discovered.

  “Son of a bitch!” he cursed loudly, throwing the coffee cup against the wall of the sheriff’s department.

  His deputy sheriff, Brannon Kincade, jumped, drawing his weapon and looking for something to fire at. “What the fuck, Brax! Warn a guy next time when you throw a fuckin’ fit. What the fuck is wrong?” he asked.

  “Nothing,” Braxton growled.

  “Something pissed you off. We get a BOLO or something?”

  “No,” he replied, slamming the door as he walked out into the bright sunshine.

  * * * *

  Brannon Kincade smiled as he watched his best friend and partner storm out of the office. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that for the last week Braxton’s personal life was affecting his work. So Brannon didn’t mind picking up the slack. God knew Braxton had been there for him many times, especially with his latest fiasco, the mayor’s wife, Brittney Malone.

  Only Braxton knew that Brannon and his brothers Connor and Daniel were doing the monkey mambo with the conniving two-timing bitch, and he kept his mouth shut, even when things went to hell when that crazy woman pulled a gun on Janie and shot Caleb Hicks. After that, Brannon and his brothers kind of kept their extracurricular activities on the down low, ‘cause not everyone was gonna like the fact that they were into severe role-playing frivolity.

  “Well, looks like Doc and Matthew aren’t the only ones having woman troubles,” Brannon said, looking at the beautiful woman on the computer screen.

  * * * *

  Braxton was going to whip her ass, chain her to the cross, and make her beg for forgiveness. Then he was going to fuck that delectable little pussy into submission.

  That was once he got his hands on her.

  Speeding down the highway with lights blaring, Braxton thought of all the ways he was going to torture Charlotte, and little baby doll deserved everything she was gonna get.

  He knew she was trouble, and he was right.

  Something in his gut told him that she could cause more trouble than she was worth. He just only hoped that Jordan did what he said he was going to do and kept the little hacker out of trouble.

  Of all the women in the world, he had to fall for one that was on the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s watch list! Complicating matters worse, just as he was leaving Treasure Cove, he received a phone call from Matthew Jenkins that something had come up with the Charter business, and he wanted to meet with him tonight to discuss the issue. God, he wished they could put that case to rest. Too many folks in town were starting to see money missing from their accounts. Whoever the underwriter was, was now syphoning off funds at a high rate. The once unnoticeable amount was growing into thousands, and it was now affecting the livelihood of the town. Braxton had to give Matthew Jenkins props. The man was working day and night to uncover who the elusive thief was. With Janie Hicks’s help, they were making progress, but it just wasn’t fast enough. The hardest hit was the Kincades, his deputy sheriff’s family. If this person wasn’t caught, it was only going to be a matter of days before the ABC Ranch was bankrupt.

  His plate was getting fuller by the minute. Gabriel was telling him he needed to accept who he was. Jordan saying the same damn thing. Charlotte with her extracurricular activities that could wind her ass in jail, and now Matthew was working tirelessly to save the Kincade Ranch.

  Shit! I have enough to do already.

  As he ate away at the miles before him, his cell vibrated.

  “What!” he shouted, slamming on the gas and picking up speed.

  “Braxton?” a male voice said cautiously.

  “Who is this?”

  “It’s Jordan. How soon can you get to Celestial?”

  “I’m on my way now, why?”

  “Uh, well. I’m in jail,” he whispered.

  “Where’s Charlotte?” he a
sked, a headache forming, already knowing the answer.

  “She’s in jail, too.”

  “I’ll be there in an hour,” he said curtly and disconnected the call. “My day keeps getting better and better.”

  * * * *

  Pulling into Celestial, it didn’t take Braxton but five minutes to find the jail. Well, at least that’s what he thought it was, but he wasn’t so sure. He was in Celestial after all.

  In front of the small wooden structure no bigger than a garden shed, naked as the day they were born, they stood, with their arms and heads caught in some kind of medieval wooden torture device. Jordan looked embarrassed, while Charlotte, well, she was pissed. His foul-mouthed vixen was giving the guy who Braxton assumed was the town’s sheriff a tongue lashing, but even for him, the Celestial sheriff was something to see.

  The sheriff, if that’s what he was, was standing stark naked with a leather holster around his waist, a bullwhip in one hand, and a water pistol in the other. Of course, finishing off the ensemble was a white cowboy hat with a silver star on the front.

  Fuck, this town is crazier than a road runnin’ lizard!

  Getting out of his squad car, Braxton walked up to the man and asked one simple question. “What are they charged with?”

  “Hi there. Welcome to Celestial. What can I do ya for?” the naked idiot replied.

  Taking a deep breath, Braxton tried desperately to cool his rising temper.

  “Charges. What are they charged with?” he firmly asked again.

  “Oh, nothing for you to worry your fine ass over. You come all this way to see me? I sure hope so. Wouldn’t mind playing with your big gun, sheriff,” the idiot said vivaciously.