Sheriff in Her Stocking (14 page)

Rick slid his
gaze to the neckline of her dress. Her nipples were barely covered by the dress
giving him an unrestricted view of her breasts. He watched her breathe; the
gentle rise and fall of each exhalation. “I’d like nothing better than to pull
the front of your dress down and look fully at your tits, but I’ll have to
satisfy myself with the view... and with this.”  His fingers parted her
folds. Her eyes nearly closed. “Keep looking right at me.”

She opened her
eyes. “Rick, if you make me come, I won’t be able to hide it. Everyone will
know what we’re doing.”  Her words were barely a whisper.

“Whatever I do,
just keep looking at me.”

He caressed her
clit, her wetness coating his skin. She creamed more and more as he masturbated
her. “You’re so responsive. Spread your legs a little more.”  She moved
them apart. “There, good, I can rub your inner folds as well now.”

He heard the
breath catch in her throat. “Oh, God, I can’t believe we’re doing this.” 
He moved his finger and rubbed, massaging her clit harder. “Yes, right there.”

“Can I get you anything
else?”

Rick glanced
briefly at the waiter. “No, we have all we need.”

The waited took
the leather case with the signed bill inside. “I hope you’ll come back and
visit us soon.”

“Yes, we’ll
definitely come again.”  He rubbed harder, more ruthless, feeling her
pussy swell, her fluid washing over his finger. At just the right moment, he
slid two fingers inside her pushing them as far as they would go. “Bite your
lower lip.”

She squeezed
around his finger, her inner muscles contracting hard again and again. Rick
watched her bite her lip until she drew blood, then flicking it away with her
tongue. Her eyes glowed with passion, her lips parted on a sigh. He withdrew
his fingers and licked them.

He felt
Delaney’s hand squeeze his package bringing him back to the present. “What are
you doing?”

“Seeing if
you’re paying attention.”

“I’m at
attention all right.”

* * * * *

Once they
cleared the city limits the sky seemed to open up, the stars filled Delaney’s
gaze. She sighed and looked over at Rick. “Thanks again. It was nice to
indulge.”

He smiled.
“You’re welcome.”

Rick held out
his arm motioning for her to move closer to him. She snuggled in and laid her
hand at his waist. Slowly, she worked the buckle of his belt loose. “We nearly
had a wreck the last time you did that.”

“Relax. Don’t
think, just feel.”  She unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, then yanked
down his underwear. His hard cock greeted her, the head plump and aroused.
“Just keep watching the road.”  She lowered her head and took him into her
mouth. She pulled the skin up over the head with her mouth.

His hips jutted.
“God, Delaney that feels incredible.”  He slowed the truck, pulled over
onto the side of the road and shoved the gear into park. She licked and suckled
him, feeling him jerk inside her mouth.

“I want to get
these pants off. I need more. I want all of your mouth on me.” 

“My
pleasure.”  She helped him shuck out of his pants so the lower half of his
body was naked, all for her. She licked his balls, the base of his penis all
the way to the tip. She rubbed the head on the roof of her mouth. He held her
head in place while she loved him with her lips and tongue. His penis grew even
more rigid just before she felt his release pump hot and salty into the back of
her throat.

When it was over,
she lifted her head and smiled at him.

Feeling more
emboldened, more empowered and more sexual than she ever had in her life, she
pulled her dress up to her waist. She’d worn no panties.

Rick looked at
her pussy. “You bad girl.” 

She giggled and
straddled him on the seat. Pushing down on his cock, she moved her hips back
and forth glorying in the feel of him deep inside her. He pulled the front of
her dress down and feasted on her breasts. His hands wrapped around her
buttocks pulling her closer and closer against him until she threw her head
back spreading her legs as wide as she could. Delaney rapidly humped his cock
as the orgasm spread through her pussy and inner thighs. The throb seemed to go
on forever. When it finally faded, she collapsed in Rick’s arms. Her heart
tumbled in her chest and she knew she had fallen in love with him. No man had
ever made her feel so safe, so womanly or so completely sexual. Maybe Rick saw
beyond her full figure and liked her for herself.

Chapter Seven

Rick sat in his
office finishing up some paperwork on a drunk and disorderly at a local bar in
town. A couple of guys had gotten smashed, a few punches were thrown then some
tables and chairs were broken. He shook his head. The office was quiet
otherwise.

Delaney was with
the beautification committee working on the town project. The awnings were
going up today and the new streetlamps were due to be installed. The town had
been given quite a facelift. Rick was proud of her. She was quite a woman. He
felt such an urge to settle down, to have a wife to come home to every evening.
He wanted to hear a child’s voice call him daddy when he opened the door 
He never thought he would see the day when he started thinking about walking
down the aisle but that day had finally come however unexpectedly.

A knock sounded
at the door. He looked up. A knock was unusual because if someone needed to see
the sheriff in this town they just walked in. “It’s open.” 

When his old
partner, Jake DeSalvo strolled in you could have knocked him over with a
feather. He couldn’t believe it.

Jake stepped in
wearing jeans, a long sleeved gray shirt and worn boots. He wore a thick parka
and no hat. His light brown hair was streaked with blonde and the ends brushed
his collar. He stood an inch and half shorter than Rick. He appeared lankier
now, his face looked thinner; his eyes harder, more jaded.

Rick sneered.
“What the hell are you doing here?” 

Jake stood for a
moment by the door. Snow had begun to fall outside and a few flakes dotted his hair
and jacket. He gave Rick a quick nod and a fleeting smile. “Rick. Good to see
you too.” 

He made it sound
like they were two old friends who had nothing but good memories between them
instead of a past filled with lies and betrayal. Rick smirked, leaned back in
his chair and stared at Jake. “What do you want?”

 “Thought
we could talk. Mind if I sit down?”

Rick
straightened in his chair and looked at the unfinished paperwork before him. “I
don’t have a goddamn thing to say to you. Get out. I’m busy.”

Jake walked to a
chair in front of Rick’s desk, took off his coat, tossed it over the back of
another chair and sat down. “You always were one to hold a grudge.”

Rick’s head
snapped up. He glared at Jake and threw down his pen. “Fuck you. I didn’t get
Mr. C killed.”

“Look, Rick I--“

“How are Gail
and the kids?”

Jake
straightened in his chair. “Kids are fine. We had a boy the third time around.
Named him Rick.”

Rick suppressed
the warm feeling he got when Jake told him he named his son after him. “Really.
Is that supposed to make everything okay?”

Jake exhaled a
deep breath, stood up from his chair and walked leisurely around the office.

Rick watched his
jaw clench as he worked to hold back his anger. He wished he would just let it
out. He was more than ready for a fight.

“This is quite a
difference from Chicago.”  He placed his hands on his hips, turned and
looked at Rick. “How do you like it here?  Can’t be much crime in a town
like Avery. Or women either for that matter.”  He smiled slightly. “You
always did have women fawning at your feet.” 

Rick focused his
eyes on the papers on his desk but the words on them blurred in a mask of rage.
“Like I said, I’m busy.”

Jake raked a
hand through his hair. “You know I never meant for anything to happen to Mr. C.
I loved that old man. If I could have stopped what happened I would have. The
truth is I came to ask you to forgive me.”

Rick shot from
his chair and folded his arms over his chest. “You wouldn’t know the truth if
it sunk teeth into your balls. God, I wanted to rat you out, see you rot in
prison. The inmates would have passed you around like a dish of candy until
some sweaty lowlife called Snake claimed you as his private bitch.” 

He paused as he
felt the anger coil higher, tighter inside him. “If it hadn’t been for Gail
being pregnant and those two little girls, I would have. Instead I kept my
mouth shut because I thought your family needed you...even if you are a
miserable piece of shit.”  Wiping a hand over his mouth, he exhaled a deep
breath. “Internal Affairs shined a bright light of suspicion on me, picked
apart every detail of my life. They interrogated me until I thought I’d go mad,
asking their questions hoping I’d break. Instead I protected your sorry good
for nothing ass. Now you’ve come crawling back asking for forgiveness. You want
me to say its okay you dealt drugs and cost Mr. C his life. Well I won’t do
that for you. I won’t ease your conscience.”

Jake marched
over to him until they stood nose to nose. “You sanctimonious bastard!”

His taunt only made
Rick madder. He jabbed a finger into the middle of Rick’s chest. “You’ve made
plenty of mistakes and in the line of duty too. But I was there to watch your
six.”

Rick knocked
Jake’s hand away. “Yeah, but I never got a friend killed!”

Jake grimaced
and made a sound kind of like a growl deep in his throat. He shoved Rick with
both hands.

Rick stumbled
slightly, then lowered his head and charged at Jake’s mid section. They fell to
the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. Jake caught Rick on the jaw with a
right hook.  Rick followed up with a punch of his own to Jake’s kidneys.

Rick was vaguely
aware of the office door opening.

“What’s going
on?” he heard Delaney say. “Stop it. Stop, right this
minute!”   

Blinded by fury,
Rick ignored Delaney’s pleas. Suddenly, cold water splashed over their faces.
They pulled apart briefly. Rick stumbled to his feet, swiped at the water on
his face and prepared to go after Jake again but Delaney stepped between them.

She put one hand
in the middle of Rick’s chest and the other on Jake’s. She gave Rick a slight
shove. “You!  Go sit behind your desk. And you,” she said giving Jake a
hard shove, “go stand on the other side of the room.”

They both
hesitated but did as she requested. The cold water had seeped into Rick’s shirt
chilling his skin. Angrily, he unbuttoned his shirt then reached in a drawer of
his desk for a clean one.

Delaney stood
with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot and looking like an angry but very
sexy angel. “Well, which one of you wants to tell me what happened?  Why
were you fighting like a couple of school kids?”  She turned and stared at
Jake. “Jake DeSalvo?”

The anger that
still clung to Jake’s face receded and was replaced with a friendly expression.
“Delaney Moore. What are you doing here?”

Rick glanced
from one to the other. “You know each other?”

Delaney smiled.
“Yeah, I dated a friend of Jake’s a couple of years ago. He came into Seattle
for a long weekend with his girlfriend and we all went out together.”

Rick frowned and
looked at Jake. “Girlfriend?  What about Gail?”

Jake and wiped
his hands over his face and hair. “Gail and I split up right after our son was
born. She said I changed, nothing was ever the same between us after Mr. C died
and you left town.” 

Jake walked over
to Rick’s desk. “I was never disloyal to you or to Mr. C. I didn’t pull the
trigger. Granted, I shouldn’t have been dealing drugs. It was wrong. But with
two kids and another on the way I was desperate for more cash. When Gail got
pregnant, we were both surprised. We never planned on it. Then she was all over
me to make more money. Please understand, when I saw the guy pull out his gun
and point it toward Mr. C I tried to stop him but I was too late. It all
happened so fast. Mr. C was the last person I ever expected to step into that
alley--“

“You and that
creep ran and left him to bleed to death!  You--“

Jake slapped his
palms on top of the desk and leaned in. “I didn’t run.”  He ground the
words out between clenched teeth. “The other guy did but I stayed. I tried to
help Mr. C.”

Desperation
shone in Jake’s eyes. Rick could see how much he wanted him to believe his
story but how could he? 

“I called for an
ambulance but they were too late.”  Jake straightened. Tears glistened in
his hazel eyes. “He died in my arms, Rick. He died staring up into my
face.” 

His voice broke
on a hoarse whisper laced with grief. Rick steeled his heart against Jake’s raw
emotions.

“How do you
think I felt?  Don’t you think I would have done anything to save him?”

“I don’t know
what to believe.”  Rick turned and stared out of one of the office windows
at the snow growing thicker, steadier. He watched Betty and Lester Verner walk
by on the other side of the street hand in hand. He couldn’t help but smile.
God, he loved small towns.

“Rick, you have
to believe I loved Mr. C,” Jake said drawing his attention back inside the
office. He was the only real father I ever had. You remember when my old man
walked out on me and mom. She had to work extra hard just to keep a roof over
our heads. But I had to act like a little punk and get into trouble. If it
hadn’t been for Mr. C and you I don’t know what would have happened to me.”

Rick felt
Delaney’s hands grip his shoulders and her head rest in the middle of his upper
back. “Rick, remember when we talked the other day about loyalty,” she said
softly. “Well, being loyal isn’t just about showing it in the good times but
the bad times, especially the bad times. I’d say what happened between you and
Jake qualifies as a bad time.”