by Elle Aycart
“Where are those nachos, guys?” came from the other room.
They froze. Adrian tried to listen for footsteps, but his heart was pumping so hard, he couldn’t hear shit. Rachel was panicking, doing her best to disentangle herself from him. No way. He tightened his hold on her and spoke as loud and as calm as he could. “Issues with the oven. Start playing without us. We’ll be there as soon as the nachos are ready.” Then he whispered to her, “Stop wiggling on top of my dick or I’ll fuck you on the spot, bareback.”
“Fine,” came from the living room.
“Now, where were we?” he asked her, sliding his fingers out and then roughly shoving them in as deep as he could, smacking her clit against his palm. Her gasping moan and the way she arched her back told him she was on again, so he continued. “Ah, yes, you were going to come for me. And I was going to spill on myself just from watching you.” She’d looked so sexy in the bathroom, with her lips red and thoroughly kissed and her rosy expression, but her face had been buried in his shirt and he hadn’t seen her coming. He wanted to see that. Feel that.
She was panting, holding his hand in place with her own. Asking for more. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m not moving my hand until you explode around my fingers.” He took turns pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts, and he felt her tensing in his arms. “Can’t wait to fuck this sweet pussy and have it strangling my cock like a vise. Milking me.”
From there, he lost control of the situation. Thank fuck the sounds of shooting and the kids’ yells were loud. She rode his fingers, gasping and moaning, her sweet ass bucking against his cock while he clenched his teeth and prayed to all the gods he knew that he wouldn’t lose it on the spot.
“Fuck me,” she let out in a whimper. “Hard. I’m going to come, Adrian.”
She was getting too loud, so he covered her mouth with his hand and obliged.
The view reflected from the cabinets was damn hot, with his hand deep in her pants and the other on her mouth. Rachel writhed on his lap, her shirt rolled up, her nipples tight and puckered.
And then it happened. Her body tensed and her pussy clamped around his thrusting fingers, spasming in rhythmic contractions, while her back arched and she dug her short nails into his hand on her mouth. She looked so fucking beautiful coming in his arms. Thank the Lord he’d had the presence of mind to gag her, because she was a screamer.
It took a while before she floated back. As she opened her eyes, the timer went off.
“Just in time,” he said smugly, and she burst into laughter, covering her face.
“You’re good,” she admitted.
Adrian turned her face to him and kissed her. “Were you telling the truth when you said that what we did in that bathroom meant nothing and that it was already forgotten?” Because he hadn’t been able to get any sleep since without waking up with a motherfucker hard-on or wet sheets. If she said it really had meant nothing to her, it was going to crush him.
Rachel shrugged and, after rolling her shirt down and tugging her pants up, stood on shaky legs. “You seemed to be out of words, so I helped you blow me off.”
“I didn’t need help because I wasn’t blowing you off.” He followed suit and got up, grimacing as he tried to rearrange his dick, which probably had the zipper engraved on it. He bracketed her against the counter with his arms. “As long as you’re okay with the terms—that is, no strings attached—I’m more than willing to fuck you as much as you want for as long as you want.” He had the feeling it was going to take a while to work her out of his system. He cupped her face. “Deal?”
She chuckled softly. “Such a romantic. You’ve proven your expertise, though. I guess I’ll try to fit you in.”
So cheeky. He kissed her, long and hard, until she whimpered. Better.
“Nachos?” someone yelled from the other room.
She pushed him away gently and cleared her throat. “Coming.” She opened the oven and grabbed the tray.
“You can’t go in there with that poking out of your jeans.” She looked around, saw an apron his cleaning lady used, and gestured at it. “Use that.” Then she leaned close and whispered, “My sweatpants may be a fashion fiasco, but this flowery apron ain’t gonna be much better. Oh, and wash your hands, Boomer. The smell will give us away.”
He painted her lips with her juices and then kissed her thoroughly once more. “Love your smell. And your taste.”
She left the kitchen, laughing, and he stayed behind, unable to walk. Again. So far, all their encounters had finished in the same manner for him. And yet, he couldn’t erase the smile on his face. He washed his hands and, after waiting for several minutes, opted to wear the damn apron, because that thing in his pants wasn’t going down any time soon.
When he made it into the living room, he glanced at Rachel, who winked at him. She had the just-screwed look. He was jealous of anyone seeing her like that, but the kids were too busy to notice. Heck, they didn’t even notice his apron.
They played and ate and laughed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so much in Alden, never mind the pathetic state of his cock.
Rachel’s cell beeped with a message. It was near Ash, so she asked him to read it for her.
“It’s from some Wilma in the OGs group.”
“My grandma and her friends,” she explained, eyes on the TV.
“How old are they?” Ash asked.
“Old, why?”
“We’re going out to get pregnant,” Ash read.
She snorted. “I thought they had bingo today. Give me the phone.”
Adrian saw her typing No bingo today?
God, as if that was the primary issue.
First getting pregnant, then bingo was the answer.
Rachel shook her head and composed another message Mike, you reading this? Are you bringing the condoms or should I?
“Sheriff, what’s going on?” Ash asked, looking curious.
“Nothing you should know.” Or Adrian, for that matter. But Ash moved to Rachel’s other side to be able to read. Monti too.
Condoms, what condoms? came from Wilma. Then she probably read her messages.
***PRINGLES, we’ll get PRINGLES. Oh, Tod.
***GOD
While Rachel laughed, there came a reply from Mike. If they get pregnant, I’m taking them on Oprah. We’ll never have to work again.
“What’s wrong with your grandmother?” Ash inquired, sounding serious. “Alzheimer’s?”
Ha. Adrian had thought so the first time he’d run into the OGs.
“Not really,” she answered, punching some numbers on her cell. “More like they caught a serious case of STD.”
Ash’s eyes were so big they almost popped out. Adrian’s probably weren’t much better, because she looked at him and broke into laughter.
“Senior Texting Disorder,” she explained. “Keeping up with smartphones isn’t as easy as you may think.” Then she said into the phone, “Mike, the OGs are on the move.” She laughed. “Yes, they started strong today. You on watch?” A pause. “Okay, I’ll take care of it, but you owe me one.”
She finished her call. “Sorry, guys, the company is fantastic, but it looks like I got to go get pregnant and then to bingo. Mike is in Boston with Kyra and Sam this evening.”
“Mike was going to have an issue getting pregnant,” Monti mumbled.
“True. You guys want to come with me?” she offered. “Bingo night is an eye-opening experience.”
Ash and Monti looked at each other. Then at Adrian. “Let’s go,” Monti said. “How bad can it be?”
Ha. Those punks had no clue who they were dealing with. But Rachel was going, which meant Adrian was too.
Chapter Seven
“Come on, Sheriff,” Rachel said, picking up two folding chairs from the trunk. “This is the first outdoor movie night of the year. We can’t miss it.” By the sheriff’s look, he didn’t give a rat’s ass if they missed it or not.
He was walking better now and coul
d easily carry the chairs. He was so abusing the situation, but Rachel kept her mouth shut. After breaking the poor guy’s foot and tasing him on top of that, they were lucky he was going along.
As they closed in on the park, where some of the neighbors were already camped out, the OGs waved at them.
“I don’t think so. Keep walking, Grease Barbie,” Adrian mumbled to her.
Rachel chuckled. Bingo night several days ago had been too much for him. He’d never spent so long in such close proximity to the OGs. She was used to them, but they could be a bit overwhelming in their own habitat. Not to mention he would have preferred staying home, which he’d mentioned many times that night.
Ash and Monti had been a bit outraged that bingo night was senior bingo night, and that most of the pervert grandmas who’d tried to fondle them during the self-defense class were present. Thank God none of the offenders had been the OGs. Wilma and the others had just beaten the shit out of them—which, according to the street thugs, was way better.
“You had fun, Boomer. Recognize it.”
They’d been given stamp pencils and beer hats with isotonic drinks and been let loose. Ash and Monti had laughed their heads off. Adrian had refused the hat and tried to keep a straight face throughout, but he hadn’t succeeded. She’d caught him smiling from time to time. And rolling his eyes. He’d done a lot of that.
“Bingo night is a mess. Half of them don’t hear the numbers that are being called, and the other half don’t care. They’re too busy drinking and trying to remember which pills they’re supposed to take.”
“You forgot the line to enter the bathroom,” Rachel reminded him, chuckling. “You shouldn’t have meddled.”
“Don’t get me started. They were blocking the emergency exit.”
She sighed out loud. “They may ban you from bingo nights.”
Adrian put his hand on his chest and feigned pain. “I’m devastated. Next time I’ll send my deputies to make sure the emergency exit is clear at all times.”
Yep, the sheriff was going to be banned. Trying to come between those seniors and the bathroom was suicide.
They passed several groups of people sprawled out in the park before they reached the Bowen conglomerate. James and Tate must have been busy, but Cole and Christy, along with Max and Annie, had made it there.
“Are they approved company?” Rachel asked.
“Okay,” he replied.
Good. The Bowens hadn’t bothered with chairs; they were sitting on a blanket, Christy perched between Cole’s legs, his hands on her baby bump. Cole, the cool-headed ex-Marine and aloof explosive expert currently running the Bowens’ construction company who had never given women a second look, was so in love with Christy, it was painful to watch.
Max wasn’t much better, hugging and kissing his wife. Rachel shook his head; she didn’t understand how Annie managed to resist his devastating grin and not jump his bones in front of everyone. Even Lizzie was in love with her dad. Rachel had never seen that baby cry when she was in her father’s arms.
“Yo, Sheriff,” Max called out as Rachel planted their folding chairs near the blanket. “How’s your injury? Did the taser leave any permanent neurological damage?”
Harrumphing, Adrian sat on the chair.
“Is your dad already back at Eternal Sun?” she asked, also sitting down.
Cole nodded. “Start getting ready, Rach, because your grandma seemed awfully interested in their activities. I think the OGs may go down there to check it out.”
She thought so too. “Yeah. I fear some of those activities are on their bucket list.”
Adrian snorted. “Prepare yourself to travel to Florida to bail them out. If they’re lucky and get bail.”
“Not everyone is such a stickler for rules as you are,” she replied.
“Adrian is right,” Cole stated.
“Because you’re as much a stickler for rules as he is,” Christy said, laughing.
The streetlights at the park turned off, and everyone looked at the screen. Movie time.
“What marathon are they going to make us suffer through this year?” Adrian whispered in Rachel’s ear.
She smirked. “Police Academy.”
“Jesus fucking Christ. Who chooses the movies?”
“It’s a family activity. They go for classics.”
“Too cold for outdoor activities,” Adrian complained, scowling. “Absurd ones at that.”
Such a grumpy attitude. She’d had things to do in Boston, but she’d rescheduled and here she was. It was a tradition. “You’ve never been to movie night, Boomer?”
“Only while on duty,” he admitted. “To make sure everything was up to regulations.”
Of course. “The movie is the least important part of the evening. Look around. It’s about families and neighbors and friends chatting and having a good time.”
Adrian leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “I know of other activities we could be doing that are much, much more gratifying.”
She chuckled softly. “I bet you do, but I’m too busy to play with you. I’m on duty.” She gestured at the OGs.
“Shouldn’t it be Mike’s turn?”
“Mike is out of town. Kyra had to do some extra recording for Shake Your Booty in LA, and they flew there yesterday with Sam, which means I’m alone holding down the fort. Unless you’d prefer I leave them unsupervised and pray for the best.”
According to his face, he was seriously pondering that option. Horniness was a great motivator, and they hadn’t been alone since that day in his kitchen, almost a week ago. Between one thing and another, she’d had business to attend to in Boston every evening.
Her cell beeped. She glanced at it and turned it off.
“A prospect?” Adrian asked, sounding annoyed.
She nodded. “These dates are the lesser of two evils, believe me.” Besides, since the taser incident, the OGs had been somewhat restrained, so this was the first date since Howard.
“You shouldn’t go.” He pointed at his foot. “I can’t rescue you this time.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve blocked bow-ties and Howards. I’ll be fine. And who knows? I may meet my Prince Charming.”
Now he looked… pissed? Their deal didn’t include a relationship. Or exclusivity. Why would he be annoyed about her dates? She was about to ask when Annie called her. “I’m getting something to drink for this bunch. You need anything?”
“I’ll go with you,” Max offered, already getting up, Lizzie stirring in his arms.
Annie stopped him. “Stay. I can manage.”
Max was going to complain, and Cole was about to stand too. “I’ll go with her,” Rachel said firmly. “Sheriff, what do you want?”
“Something to put me out of my misery,” he growled.
“Okay, soda and chips it is.” She leaned in and whispered, “A fuck against a tree would be better. Such a pity your foot can’t handle it.” Then she left, chuckling, while he muttered something under his breath.
“Sheriff’s grumpy,” Annie hinted on their way to the vendor stand.
“He didn’t want to come. I dragged him here.” He wasn’t the kind to stay at home and was going stir-crazy. Too much confinement was making him even more uncompromising. “It’s part of my penance. I have a list of errands I have to take care of in order for him not to charge us with assaulting an officer of the law.”
Annie didn’t buy it. “What’s exactly between you two?”
“Not sure,” Rachel replied honestly.
“You sleeping with him?”
“Not sure of that either.”
Annie broke into laughter. “Okay, let me be more specific. Have you fucked him?”
She pondered for a second. “Not exactly. We haven’t made it to a bed yet.”
“Who said anything about a bed? Against a wall, standing in the living room, on a swing, in the shower—”
“What the hell are you getting up to with Max?” Rachel interrupted, giggling.
> Annie shrugged, an innocent smile on her face. “Nothing special, just the usual.”
She placed her order, followed by Rachel. “Remember, we’re neighbors,” Rachel warned. “And Wilma has a weak heart.”
“Do not attempt to distract me,” her friend admonished her. “We were talking about you and the sheriff.”
“Look at him,” Rachel said, motioning to where Adrian was currently surrounded by a bunch of giggling, hair-flicking girls. “He can’t be left alone five minutes before those groupies flutter around, sharpening their perfectly manicured nails and salivating after his ass.” That he only smiled politely at them didn’t matter.
“Please. That… fluff is inconsequential. In spite of common belief, men aren’t that stupid. Adrian is just trying to be civil; he’s the local sheriff.”
Rachel ignored her words. “Now look at me,” she said, glancing down at herself. “I’m a sweatpants-and-flip-flops kind of girl. No frills. For me, dressing up is putting on a bra.” Which, given her anemic boob size, wasn’t a necessity. “Even injured and grumpy, he looks like a GQ model. Have you ever seen a more mismatched pair?”
“Hello? I’m a forensic accountant, a pearls-and-pencil-skirt kind of girl. The most dangerous thing I’ve ever done is jaywalking,” Annie replied. “Now look at my Hollywood stunt actor of a husband. Adrenaline junkie, chick magnet, almost a decade younger than me.”
“Max kisses the ground you walk on.”
“Not the point, Rach.”
She knew, but her reasoning was solid. What she and Adrian had here was some sort of weird chemical reaction. Maybe the taser had done more damage than anyone had thought. Besides, there were certain things about Rachel and her tattered past that Adrian wasn’t going to accept in a million years. “We’re just fooling around. Nothing serious.”
Annie didn’t seem convinced. “If you say so. Your grandma—”
“Doesn’t know. And I’d prefer she not find out. As I said, it’s nothing.”