Dangerous Deputy Page 2

  “Really, I prom—”

  Before she could go any further, he cut her off. “Ma’am, I asked you to get back into the vehicle. Please pull up to the inlet you mentioned earlier and shut your car off. This road is not very wide, and I would prefer to continue this traffic stop where it is safer.”

  Julia stood there dumbfounded for a long moment. One minute they’d been flirting like old friends, the next he had gotten all cold and distant. She bent down to pick up her shoes, but Dennis already had them in his grasp. After he handed them to her, she climbed back into the car. She felt the prick of tears in her eyes, but she was determined not to let the embarrassment take her over.

  Wouldn’t she ever learn? Her judgment in men sucked. She never could tell when they were really interested in her, obviously. And when they were, she went too far too fast. Stupid idiot.

  She started the car and watched Dennis go back to his own vehicle. Once he was in, she put the car in gear and headed toward the walking park. When she got there, she pulled in as far as she could and immediately shut the engine and lights off and sat there in the dark.

  She figured she might as well save the battery life. She already had her information out for the ticket that was obviously coming. She did, however, reach for the driving slippers her sister always left in the car. A ticket for driving barefoot as well as whatever charge he was coming up with was something she didn’t need.

  When he didn’t show up at her door right away, she looked back. He had his trunk open. She couldn’t tell if he was putting something in or taking something out, but when he walked back to her, his hands were empty.

  Dennis opened her door. “Please step out, ma’am.”

  With a sigh, she did as ordered. He grabbed her arm and tugged her to the side. He slammed her door and turned her around to face the car. Cold metal snapped around one wrist.

  “Hey!” she yelled.

  He snapped the second cuff closed. Panic engulfed her. What the hell was happening?

  “What are you doing?” She tried to swallow down her panic. She knew this man. Jim knew this man. This wasn’t like him. Dennis moved forward pressing his body against hers. He whispered in her ear, “So you think I’m a bad cop, huh?”

  Julia opened her mouth to protest when the realization hit her. God, she had to be the stupidest woman on the planet. Her body tingled in response to his against her back. His erection pressed into her ass. She pressed back. “Well, I was hoping for a dirty cop. But I guess I can be happy with bad.”

  Once again he moved so quickly she didn’t have time to register what he was doing until after he was done with it. She found herself in a fireman’s carry, hanging over his shoulder as he strutted into the park.

  Julia wondered how far to take the innocent-motorist act. She’d never actually done anything like this before. Saying “oh, no, please don’t” seemed over the top. But she couldn’t just let him carry her without saying a thing.

  “Put me down! You can’t do this to me!” She hoped the excitement in her voice was obvious despite her feigned indignation. Well, she never was a good actress in school, so he could probably tell the difference. She wished she could slap his ass as he walked with her, but since her hands were behind her back, that wasn’t possible.

  Dennis put her down gently and uncuffed one hand but left the other trapped. He turned her around and urged her to take a couple steps back. Holding her arms, he brought her hands up and secured them around a branch that was inches over her head.

  He leaned in and whispered, “When you want me to stop, say doughnut.”

  She didn’t say anything. Doughnut? What did he mean? Then it hit her.

  “Do you understand?”

  “Yes. Doughnut.” The words came out in a rush.

  Instantly he was back in character. “Bad cop? Oh, no, that’s not what you said. You said dirty. I wonder what a dirty cop would do to a little slut like yourself.” He gently pushed back the same lock of hair he’d pushed back earlier. His actions were the complete opposite of his hard words. She squirmed in anticipation.

  When he brought his hand to the collar of her dress, she sucked in a breath.

  He brushed her shoulder, down her arm, to her waist. With the knuckles of his other hand, he caressed the skin showing in the V of her dress.

  Her breathing came in fast gasps. She leaned against the trunk of the tree and watched his face.

  The park wasn’t lit. It wasn’t intended to be used at night, but the moon and stars were bright enough to see his face by. The desire and need she saw on it made her heart beat faster.

  She tugged at her restraints, eager to touch him, to feel him against her body.

  “Those are standard-issue cuffs, young lady. You are not going to get out of them that easily.” He reached for the tie on the side of her dress. “You know, I always wondered why a woman would wear one of these. As a kid I always wanted to reach out and untie one of them, just to see what would happen.”

  Julia bit back a smile. She could see him as a young boy fighting the urge to pull at an older woman’s wraparound dress. “You can’t do this to me. Take your hands off me. I’ve done nothing to deserve this.”

  He looked up at her, his face stern. “You are awful repetitive tonight, aren’t you? I think maybe you should be quiet now. If you can’t be, then I might have to gag you.”

  “You wouldn’t dare.”

  “Try me.” His voice was full of a menace that promised a pleasure she wasn’t sure she was ready for. Julia snapped her mouth shut so fast her teeth clacked together.

  Slowly, and without a sound, he tugged at the tie that kept her dress closed. She’d considered it sexy not only for the low-cut aspect and bright red color, but also the easy access the tie provided, even though she’d never gotten the chance to utilize it for that purpose until this moment.

  She sucked in her breath, closing her eyes. The silky material skimmed against her breast and stomach as it slowly slid open. It was cool. Goose bumps popped up as it slid over her skin. His hands brushed against her stomach as he quickly took care of the small interior tie that kept it from falling completely open if the main belt came undone during the night.

  When both sides of the dress were hanging open, she opened her eyes to see his reaction. She didn’t have the best body in the world; she knew that. She was forty years old and not the thinnest, but for her age she thought she wasn’t bad looking.

  Apparently Dennis agreed, because the look on his face left her in no doubt about how he felt. Warmth flooded her body at the pleasure she saw there. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and his gaze flew up to her face.

  He reached out to her waist and grabbed the edges of material. He slid his hands down, the backs of his thumbs skimming her body. She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning. He pushed the material behind her, and she realized he had used the tie to keep the material of the dress behind her.

  She shivered.

  “Cold?”

  She shook her head. The look in his eyes was enough to heat her body in the middle of the Antarctic continent.

  He ran the backs of his knuckles across her breastbone, caressing where her bra met her skin. He smiled at her. “You know, I have to admit I’m really not very good at this.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “At sex?”

  He laughed. “No, I’d like to think I’m very good at that. The role-playing thing. You said you wanted a dirty cop, and my libido got away from me. In actuality all I really want to do is untie you and lay you down to make love to you.”

  She kept herself from smiling. “To be honest, I’m not very good at it either. My ex never really liked to play games. I’ve always wanted to try it, but I never knew how. I don’t know what drove me to say what I did.”

  He reached for the cuffs.

  “No. Don’t.”

  He looked at her, a question in his eyes.

  “Unless you want to.”

  “I have a beautiful wo
man cuffed half-naked to a tree in front of me telling me she wanted to have sex with me so badly she went completely out of her comfort zone. Why the hell would I want to stop?”

  She lowered her voice. “Then don’t. We don’t have to playact, just do what you want to.”

  He stood there for so long Julia wondered if she’d been completely wrong about the entire situation. When he put his hand on her waist and pushed her back against the tree, she relaxed. He wasn’t going to stop. Relief and anticipation nearly overwhelmed her. She hadn’t expected to want this, him, as badly as she did. If he had rejected her now, she didn’t know what she would have done.

  “Front clasp.” His voice was low.

  She looked down. His hands hovered at her chest.

  “Yeah, it has a lower dip than my others.”

  He licked his lips. She smiled and wiggled her hips.

  Instead of reaching for the clasp immediately, he stroked the skin around the material with one finger. He dragged it up to her strap, down the side of her breast and then under it back to the clasp. Her pussy clenched, and she had to remind herself to breathe. Such a gentle touch shouldn’t have elicited a strong reaction from her, yet it had her wanting more. More of him. More of everything.

  He repeated the motion with her other breast, and then both hands worked their way down her rib cage to her waist. He continued to stroke her body, caressing her stomach, her waist, reaching around to her back.

  She arched against him, eager for more, and still his hand stroked her torso, avoiding her chest. By the time he reached for the clasp of her bra and opened it, she wanted to scream in frustration. And joy. His hands covered her breasts in place of the material, and warmth radiated through her entire body. She grasped the branch and bit back a moan.

  He caressed her breasts, teasing the nipples with his thumbs, bringing them fully erect with his attentions. Julia moaned softly. He leaned down and took one in his mouth. He ran his tongue around the nub before sucking gently on it. Desire engulfed her, and when he reached around her and pulled her closer to him, she went eagerly.

  He played with her nipple for what seemed like an eternity. With each suck and nip, sparks shot through her body. Whimpers of pleasure escaped her lips. When he moved to her other breast with an equal eagerness, she went weak in the knees.

  His hands continued to cover her body, stroking her back, her hips, her ass. His movements kept her warm in the night breeze that brushed her body like another hand. When he got on his knees, she wanted nothing more than to hold his face in her hands. She pulled at her cuffs, and he looked up at her, smiling, and shook his head.

  “Uh uh. I’m having too much fun.”

  She squeezed her legs together, liquid seeping out of her pussy and drenching her panties.

  He ran tiny kisses at her waistline, holding her hips against him as he tortured her with tiny licks and nips in between the kisses. He rubbed his cheek against her belly, and the bottom of her stomach dropped out at the gentle gesture.

  He had her at his mercy, knew she was willing to let him do anything he wanted to, and still he took his time. She rubbed her thighs together, eager to ease the ache his actions had created.

  By the time he hooked his fingers around the top elastic of her underwear, she was ready to beg for mercy. He dragged them slowly down to her ankles, taking his time. She gritted her teeth in frustration. He grabbed first one and then the other ankle as he eased her panties off. He quickly slid them into his back pocket before turning his attention back to her.

  He grasped both ankles and retraced the same route her panties had made seconds before, only in the opposite direction. Goose bumps popped wherever he touched her, shivers running up and down her entire body.

  When he got to the apex of her legs, he stopped and caressed the tops of her thighs. He leaned forward.

  She smiled at the soft, gentle kiss he laid on her. Unexpected, it was sweet, almost. He urged her legs open wider, and she promptly responded.

  His thumbs pressed against her lower lips, baring them to his view. The heat of his breath caressed her, and she shivered. When he bent his head toward her, she sucked in a breath in anticipation.

  He was right. He was definitely very good at this. He licked and sucked, playing with her pussy. Prickles of excitement ran across her skin with every touch and movement. Her breathing became jagged, gasps rushing between her lips. She could feel the orgasm building, tension increasing as she neared the first non-solo orgasm she’d had in months, if not years.

  He eased a finger inside her. “I’ll warn you, Julia. I am not going to stop until you come.”

  She laughed in between gasps. “Keep up what you’re doing, and it won’t be much longer.”

  He did as she directed. He buried his face in her pussy. He played with her. He sucked and nibbled. A second finger joined the first, and he wiggled them, rubbing against her walls. She moaned. It had been too long since she’d had a man pay this much attention to her. He caressed her thigh with his free hand, his other still buried inside her. Julia couldn’t keep still. She rocked her hips, thrusting herself farther onto his fingers, pushing herself into his face. Whimpers escaped her lips as she lost herself in his movements.

  He pulled back. She looked down, afraid she’d done something wrong. His smile made her toes curl. Without a word, he went back to what he had been doing, with even more vigor than before.

  When her orgasm crashed over her, it was almost unexpected in its intensity. Her body was unprepared for the sensations that racked it. Shivers ran up and down her spine. Her legs stiffened and then buckled. She forced her hips, her pussy, down on his hand farther, as a scream escaped her lips. Fireworks exploded inside her head, and for a brief moment she feared she might pass out.

  He continued to play with her, stroking her in and out as she rode his hand in gradually decreasing motions, her moans lessening to small whimpers.

  When he slid his fingers out of her, she felt empty. She looked down at him. His eyes shone in the moonlight.

  He stood up and quickly unbuttoned his shirt before taking it off and draping it over her shoulders.

  “I’m going to fuck you here, as you stand.”

  “Yes, please.” It was all she could say. All she wanted to say.

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a foil-wrapped condom.

  Julia shook her head. “Please tell me you don’t keep those in your wallet.”

  Dennis grinned. “It’s part of the outreach program for the schools. Encouraging safe behavior of all kinds. I grabbed it from my trunk when I locked up my gun.” He unbuttoned his pants and slid the rubber on before grabbing her waist. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  “You can’t hold me.”

  He smiled. “Don’t doubt it, babe. Wrap your legs around me and let me fuck you hard enough you forget your name.”

  Julia did as he ordered. When he pulled her up, she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, and he slid his cock into her.

  She wasn’t the tallest woman in the world, so having sex standing up had never been high up in her repertoire, but wrapping her legs around him and holding on to the branch while leaning against the tree provided the perfect position.

  He began to move. She groaned. The tip of his cock was angled perfectly, hitting her back wall, rubbing against her, pulling reaction after reaction from her.

  He started out slow and easy but didn’t stay that way long. Soon he sped up, going harder and deeper as he thrust into her. Tension began to build at the bottom of her spine. Tiny orgasms began to roll over her. Her walls spasmed around him.

  She grasped the branch above her tightly, holding as he rammed into her again and again.

  She squeezed her legs around him, pulling him into her harder and deeper. Each thrust ran shivers throughout her body. Each retreat had her wanting more.

  When he grabbed the backs of her shoulders and thrust in with the most force he had used yet, she knew he was close.

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nbsp; “More,” she ordered him between breaths. “Fuck me harder.”

  Once again, she didn’t know where this urge to be so dirty came from, but her words spurred him faster, exactly what she wanted. He thrust again, and her small orgasms coalesced straight into one large one. Her breath rushed out of her lungs. Julia grasped the branch so tightly the bark beneath her hands gave way as she screamed wordlessly, arching her hips to accept his final thrust with an eagerness that was pure impulse.

  He buried his head in her neck and groaned as he came inside her. By the time he was finished, she was limp-boned and unable to support herself with either her legs or her arms.

  Chapter Two

  After what seemed like an eternity, her breathing had returned to normal, as had his, and he leaned back. “You ready?”

  She nodded and slowly released her legs. He slid out, leaving her deliciously satisfied and still nearly boneless. He made sure she could stand before adjusting himself. He grabbed the handcuff key and released her.

  She winced. Unexpected pain shot from her wrists to her shoulders as she lowered her hands. They hadn’t been more than a couple inches above her head, but apparently they’d been up there long enough to cause pain.

  Immediately he started to rub her wrists.

  “I’m fine. I’m fine.”

  “Shit. Your hands.”

  Julia looked down and was surprised to see the scratches embedded in her palms. “I guess I held on a little too tight.”

  “I have some wipes back at the car, we’ll clean them when we get back.” The look on his face made her smile. She hadn’t had someone that concerned for her, other than her sister, in a very long time. He continued massaging her wrists, working his way up her arms to her shoulders. “Turn around.”

  Curious, she did as he ordered, and he continued massaging her neck and upper back. Within minutes, she was as relaxed as she’d ever been. She hooked her bra closed as he released her dress. He wrapped it, as well as his shirt, around her before turning her to face him once again.