Deputy Lloyd: You were in your department-issued vehicle the entire night?

Sheriff Hudson: I got out a few times to take a piss, but other than that, yes. I was in my vehicle the entire night until I left at seven the next morning to get coffee.

Deputy Lloyd: Is it true you… Oh, my God. What the hell?

*Cursing, shuffling papers*

Sheriff Hudson: Just ask the question, Buddy.

Deputy Lloyd: I… shit! I can’t ask you these. I just…what the hell?

*Shuffling papers, more cursing*

Sheriff Hudson: Buddy, just ask the questions! Jesus…

Deputy Lloyd: Fine! Is it true you knocked up Payton Lambert and you’ve already applied for conjugal visits when she goes to prison?

Sheriff Hudson: Are you kidding me right now?

Deputy Lloyd: That’s what it says right here! I’m just asking the questions on the paper.

Sheriff Hudson: No comment. Next question.

Deputy Lloyd: Is it true you were going to ask Chrissy Lou out on a date before that home-wrecker came back to town and ruined everything? Oh shit…

Sheriff Hudson: There’s no way that’s a question from the County Commissioner’s office.

Deputy Lloyd: It’s right here on their official letterhead!

Sheriff Hudson: Give me that thing…

*Shuffling papers, cursing*

Buddy, you need glasses. This isn’t the County Commissioner’s Letterhead. It says “County Gossip by Franny”

*Shuffling papers*

Deputy Lloyd: Shit. Maybe I shouldn’t ask the rest of them then, huh? Although, I’d really like to know the answer to question 27B – Is it true you’ve been in love with Payton Lambert since high school?

Sheriff Hudson: This interview is officially over.

CHAPTER 27

Men are like coffee. The best ones are hot, rich and can keep you up all night long.

—Coffee Mug

“Keep your arms above your head and don’t move,” Leo orders as he kisses his way down my naked body in the spare bedroom.

After his reminder about ruining me downstairs in the hallway, Leo got to work pretty quickly on making that statement a reality. Clothes were shed and strewn all through Emma Jo’s house as we kissed our way to the stairs, and then he scooped me up into his arms and carried me up here, tossing me down on the bed in the dark room and covering my body with his huge, hot, muscular one.

My hands wrap around the spindles on the headboard above me, gripping them so tightly that I hear them creak, and silently promise Emma Jo I’ll buy her a new headboard if I happen to rip a few of these things out.

With the light of a full moon shining through the bedroom window, I can perfectly see Leo as he moves down my body, kissing every inch of my skin as he makes his way between my thighs. He glances up at me from under his long lashes after each kiss and the hungry look in his eyes skyrockets my desire until I can feel the wetness pooling between my legs, an inch away from where is mouth currently hovers.

“Hold on tight, Payton,” he whispers, his warm breath puffing against my sex.

I barely have time to do what he says when the sound of a spindle cracking in my hands echoes around the room as soon as I feel his mouth on me.

“Holy shit…” I moan loudly, my back arching and my thighs dropping open wider when he immediately goes to town on me, licking, sucking, and swirling his tongue in just the right spot.

His fingers join his mouth between my legs, pumping in and out of me in sync with the flicking of his tongue. Leo instinctively knows how to touch me, where to touch me, and how fast or slow I need him to move that glorious mouth between my legs, like he’s been going down on me all of his life. Or he studied oral sex in college. Got a master’s degree in Pleasuring Payton. Graduated top of his class with a Diddling Doctorate. His expert lips and tongue and fingers and the sight of his head between my thighs when I manage to lift my head and look down at him is so damn hot, that the slow tingling build of my orgasm quickly switches gears into an explosion of epic proportions.

The wooden spindle in my right hand finally gives up the fight, breaking in half with a loud crack when my release rushes through me with the speed of a freight train. Leo moans his approval, the sound vibrating against my sex as my head flops back down to the bed and I shout his name while he continues to lick and suck every last drop of my release from my body.

Before I can catch my breath, and without any time to recover from the current ringing in my ears and the pulsing ache between my legs, Leo crawls back up my body, grabs the broken spindle from my clutched fist and tosses it across the room.

“That was a good start. This time, I want to hear you scream my name,” he tells me, settling his hard body between my thighs while he laces his fingers through mine and pins my arms to the bed above my head.

I open my mouth to demand he stop ordering me around and try to get back some sort of upper hand since I feel boneless and unable to form a coherent thought, but the only sound that comes out of me is a loud moan when he slams his lips to mine and thrusts himself inside of me at the same time. He’s big and he’s hard, and even with my recent orgasm, it’s a tight fit and it takes a few pushes and pulls before he finally gets all the way in, and then, I give up any idea of trying to get the upper hand with Leo. He can have it all he wants if it feels this good.

His tongue battles mine, he moves his hips slow, he pushes in deep, and I’m so lost in the pleasure of having him inside me and feeling the weight of his body on top of mine that I don’t care about anything else. Just like when his mouth was between my legs a few moments ago, he moves in and out of me with the perfect rhythm and hits the perfect spot with each slam of his hips until I’m clutching so tightly to his fingers that still hold my arms above my head that now I’m afraid I might break one of those things off, just like I did with the spindle of the headboard.




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