He thrust shallowly into her mouth. In and out. Not giving her mouth much more than the tip.
“You haven’t had a cock in your mouth, have you, my baby?”
“No,” she told him as he drew out.
“Then I get to teach you just what I like. I don’t know how I was lucky enough to find you. But the more time I spend with you, the more I realize that I wasn’t living. I was surviving. Your laughter, your sweet touches, your shy looks. Christ, it’s almost more than I can stand.”
As he spoke, he continued to thrust into her mouth, giving her more and more of his cock. She sucked as he pulled out.
“That’s it, baby. Suck on my cock. Show me how much you want it. You do want it, don’t you? You want it inside your pussy.”
She moaned her agreement as he thrust in deeper. She drove her mouth forward, gagging slightly as she took him deeper than she was comfortable with. Immediately, he drew out and gave her a concerned look.
“Easy, baby. You’re to let me set the pace, understand? Or you won’t be allowed my cock.”
“I’m sorry. I just wanted more of you.”
“And I don’t want you hurting yourself. We take this slow.”
There he was again.
She let him set the pace and depth again. Sucking on him, licking him when she could but letting him control it.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Your mouth is so good. Too good. It’s going to have me coming far too quickly. Reach up with one hand and cup my balls. That’s it. Gentle. Yes. Yes. I’m going to give you more. Just relax. That’s it.”
He pushed more of him inside her and she relaxed her throat, humming in pleasure. He let out a shout. “Do that again. Yes. Hell. I’m going to come, baby. Do you want me to pull out?”
She shook her head as much as she could.
“Sure? Baby, you were made for me. You’re going to drink me down, aren’t you? That’s it. Swallow me down. Good girl.”
He gave several fast thrusts then came in her mouth. She swallowed quickly, the taste was different yet not entirely unpleasant. She knew she could get addicted to this, though, the look of pleasure, the way all tension had drained out of him made her feel a sense of pride.
Then he picked her up under the arms and set her back on the bed before kneeling between her legs. “My turn.”
Well, who was she to say no?
30
“Ed, that woman from the spa is demanding to see you,” Kiesha stated from the doorway, a frown on her face.
For a moment he thought she meant Marisol and his heart skipped a beat. But of course she didn’t mean Marisol. She wouldn’t be frowning if she did. And he needed to get over this interest in the dark-haired, curvy beauty. She was Linc’s.
“Do you mean Rosalind? Marisol’s aunt?”
Kiesha snapped her gum and he gave her a disapproving look. She knew he didn’t like her chewing that crap at work. She just stared back at him calmly. They’d known each other too long for him to intimidate her much.
“Yeah, she’s a real peach.”
Ed grimaced. He should have left an hour ago. Right now he could be in his hot tub with a bottle of cold beer. Instead, he was about to deal with a viper. “Fine. Christ. Send her in.”
He stood as Rosalind walked in. She was wearing a pair of jeans so tight that it left nothing to the imagination. He grimaced. A blood red see-through shirt displayed her black, lacy bra. And she topped everything off with red stilettos and a black handbag. Currently, she was wiping at her eyes with a tissue.
He raised his eyebrows at the sight. He wondered at the crocodile tears. Any other woman came crying into his office and he’d be all over himself trying to calm her down. Crying women were his kryptonite. But he could smell a rat straight off with this woman.
“Ms. Perez. What can I do for you?”
He sat back and she gave him a startled look. Anger filled her face for just a few seconds. If he hadn’t been watching carefully, he’d likely have missed it.
“Sheriff, I’ve come to report a missing person.”
“A missing person?” So that was her angle. “Who is missing? That boyfriend of yours?”
“You don’t like Saber much, do you?” She came forward and sat in the chair across from him, even though he hadn’t offered her a seat.
“He’s a criminal. The leader of a gang. Several, in fact. I’m an officer of the law. So no, I don’t.”
“That’s slander,” she spat at him. “You have no proof of any of that.”
“Ms. Perez, I have had no less than five call-outs over the last week since the Devil’s Sinners moved into my town, including two bar fights. I do not want trouble in my town and that’s all someone like Saber brings. Now, what do you want?”
“My niece is missing. I want you to find her.”
Shoot. He’d need to at least make this look like he was taking it seriously. He picked up a pad and pen. “You’re talking about Marisol?”
“Yes. You’ve met her?”
“I have. What makes you think she’s missing?”
She seemed surprised by that question. “Because she hasn’t come home. She lives with me. Works for me. And I haven’t seen her in four days.”
“And you’re only just reporting her missing now?”
“She has a new boyfriend. I thought she might have gone off with him.”
“And not told you? Do you not have a good relationship? Also she is over the age of eighteen, so she can legally leave without your permission.”
She stood up. “I know that. Our relationship is just fine. That man has taken her and I want her found and him arrested.”
“Who took her?”
“Linc Johnson. He lives on Sanctuary Ranch. I want you to take me there and get her out of his clutches.”
“I’m not taking you anywhere,” he told her calmly. “Have you tried calling her?”
“Of course I have. I know he has her. He kidnapped her. Aren’t you going to do something about that?”
“Have you any proof that he took her?”
“No,” she gritted out. “But my niece would not just leave me. She’s devoted to me.”
Right. This woman was poison. At least Marisol was now safe from her. He wondered at her angle, though. Clearly, she wanted to get onto Sanctuary Ranch. Had Tiger sent her?
“Have you seen Tiger Mason lately?”
She frowned at the change of topic. “I told you the other night, Tiger isn’t even in the state.”
He just hummed. “Well, if that changes, you let me know. Now, if that’s all, my shift should have finished an hour ago.”
“Aren’t you going to do anything to find Marisol? I need her. She just abandoned her job. Her home. I need her back.”
“Because you care about her or you want to continue exploiting her?”
She reeled back. “Excuse me?”
He’d said too much. “Never mind. Have a great night, ma’am.”
He backed her out of his office then shut the door in her face. His first instinct was to go straight to Sanctuary. But he had this feeling that maybe that was what she was wanting. Perhaps she didn’t know where Marisol was and was fishing for information. If she was watching and waiting, and he went straight out to Sanctuary he could give her the answer she wanted.