move lower on the bed and swirled his tongue in the furled flesh of her navel then licked a path to her mound. Reaching up, he took her nipples between thumb and forefinger and rolled and pinched them. She arched her body up to his touch, every nerve firing in rapid rhythm.
And then… Oh God, and then he shifted to allow himself access to her pussy. Parting the lips and exposing her aching clit, he took it in his mouth and feasted on it, nibbling and lapping until Jinx wasn’t sure she could bear it for one minute more.
She wanted so badly to tangle her fingers in his hair, to feel the flex of the powerful muscles in his back, but she kept her hands at the headboard as he’d commanded. It took a great effort of will to do so.
Feeling a climax building inside her again, she wrapped her legs around his neck and pulled herself up to his mouth.
“One minute,” he gasped, moving her legs so he could shift his body around. “Move your hands now. I’m giving you something to hold onto.”
His thick shaft bobbed at her mouth as he sucked her clit into his mouth while thrusting two fingers inside her. She closed her fingers around his cock, licking the thick fluid sitting right at the slit before pulling him into her mouth. When she slid her other hand between his thighs to cup his balls, his groan told her how close he was this fast, just as she was.
Dillon worked his fingers in and out of her while she took him into her mouth and proceeded to suck him dry. It didn’t take long for either of them to reach that peak, despite the fact they’d had such an intense orgasm just a short time ago. Her pussy clenched just as she felt Dillon’s cock pulse and his body tighten.
When the surge hit her every one of her muscles convulsed, her cunt clamping down hard on his fingers. As he emptied himself into her mouth, she poured her own liquid into his hand, riding those fingers until the last tremor faded away.
She closed her eyes and dragged air into her starving lungs. Dillon wrapped his arms around her hips and rested his lips at the crease of her thigh. After long moments, he shifted himself so he was lying full length next to her, her head on his shoulder, one arm loosely holding her.
When she could catch her breath she said, “That was—”
“Definitely inventive,” he finished. “I’ll have to work hard to top it next time.” He tilted her face up so she was looking into his eyes. “And there will absolutely be a next time.”
“Got a minute, Sheriff?”
Dillon looked up from the fax he’d been trying to read for the past fifteen minutes to see his chief deputy, Nick Savage, standing in the doorway. The man was holding a printout in one hand and running the fingers of the other through his hair. From the look of it, he’d apparently been doing that for some time.
“Sure, Nick.” Gratefully, he put aside the damn fax and motioned the man into the office. “What’s the problem?”
Nick dropped into one of the two chairs in front of the desk, his forehead creased in a frown.
“Greg Dinardo and I have been going through everyone on the rolls for Rowan County. Which,” he added, “isn’t all that difficult when the total population is just shy of thirty-four thousand.”
Dillon cocked his head. “And?”
“And if anyone’s missing no one knows about it. Or wants to own up to it.” The deputy shook his head. “I can’t figure it out.
“You checked all the ranches to see if all the hands are accounted for?”
The deputy nodded. “And the Wal-Mart employee list, the feed stores, the groceries, just about every damn thing.” He brushed his hand against the papers. “We got nada.”
Dillon swallowed a sigh. He supposed it was too much to hope that this had been the result of a fight between two drunks and one had gotten a little overactive with a shotgun.
“I was afraid of that.” He rubbed his jaw. “We’ve had a brawl or two or five but nothing that got out of hand. And no one
And then… Oh God, and then he shifted to allow himself access to her pussy. Parting the lips and exposing her aching clit, he took it in his mouth and feasted on it, nibbling and lapping until Jinx wasn’t sure she could bear it for one minute more.
She wanted so badly to tangle her fingers in his hair, to feel the flex of the powerful muscles in his back, but she kept her hands at the headboard as he’d commanded. It took a great effort of will to do so.
Feeling a climax building inside her again, she wrapped her legs around his neck and pulled herself up to his mouth.
“One minute,” he gasped, moving her legs so he could shift his body around. “Move your hands now. I’m giving you something to hold onto.”
His thick shaft bobbed at her mouth as he sucked her clit into his mouth while thrusting two fingers inside her. She closed her fingers around his cock, licking the thick fluid sitting right at the slit before pulling him into her mouth. When she slid her other hand between his thighs to cup his balls, his groan told her how close he was this fast, just as she was.
Dillon worked his fingers in and out of her while she took him into her mouth and proceeded to suck him dry. It didn’t take long for either of them to reach that peak, despite the fact they’d had such an intense orgasm just a short time ago. Her pussy clenched just as she felt Dillon’s cock pulse and his body tighten.
When the surge hit her every one of her muscles convulsed, her cunt clamping down hard on his fingers. As he emptied himself into her mouth, she poured her own liquid into his hand, riding those fingers until the last tremor faded away.
She closed her eyes and dragged air into her starving lungs. Dillon wrapped his arms around her hips and rested his lips at the crease of her thigh. After long moments, he shifted himself so he was lying full length next to her, her head on his shoulder, one arm loosely holding her.
When she could catch her breath she said, “That was—”
“Definitely inventive,” he finished. “I’ll have to work hard to top it next time.” He tilted her face up so she was looking into his eyes. “And there will absolutely be a next time.”
“Got a minute, Sheriff?”
Dillon looked up from the fax he’d been trying to read for the past fifteen minutes to see his chief deputy, Nick Savage, standing in the doorway. The man was holding a printout in one hand and running the fingers of the other through his hair. From the look of it, he’d apparently been doing that for some time.
“Sure, Nick.” Gratefully, he put aside the damn fax and motioned the man into the office. “What’s the problem?”
Nick dropped into one of the two chairs in front of the desk, his forehead creased in a frown.
“Greg Dinardo and I have been going through everyone on the rolls for Rowan County. Which,” he added, “isn’t all that difficult when the total population is just shy of thirty-four thousand.”
Dillon cocked his head. “And?”
“And if anyone’s missing no one knows about it. Or wants to own up to it.” The deputy shook his head. “I can’t figure it out.
“You checked all the ranches to see if all the hands are accounted for?”
The deputy nodded. “And the Wal-Mart employee list, the feed stores, the groceries, just about every damn thing.” He brushed his hand against the papers. “We got nada.”
Dillon swallowed a sigh. He supposed it was too much to hope that this had been the result of a fight between two drunks and one had gotten a little overactive with a shotgun.
“I was afraid of that.” He rubbed his jaw. “We’ve had a brawl or two or five but nothing that got out of hand. And no one
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