Shelter for Sharla Page 5

  He wanted to fuck her silly. Right that second. In that moment, it became his number one goal in life, and he was rabid about meeting his goals.

  “You okay?” Her soft voice brought him out of his thoughts and he almost choked.

  “Yeah. Fine. Good coffee,” he answered and took a sip, hoping his hands weren’t shaking too hard.

  “Good company,” she responded with a wink that almost made him come undone. He chided himself for his lack of self-control and, in the same internal breath, congratulated himself for wearing jeans. At least the hardness straining against his fly was a little more disguised than it would’ve been in his uniform slacks.

  “Mom?” a voice called out, and Carter almost dropped his coffee. Could the kids figure out what he was thinking? Had he looked at Sharla in a way that would tip them off? God, he hoped not.

  “Yes, baby. You guys ready to go?”

  “Yes, ma’am. We’ll be back around midnight, I suppose. They want to have the service and then have a little reception. I’m sure there’ll be all kinds of food and all the teachers will want to talk to us, so it’ll be late.” Carter watched as Chelsea pulled on a thin cardigan while Lionel carried a lightweight jacket.

  “That’s fine. Please call me when you’re on your way so I’ll know to be watching for you.”

  “You don’t have to wait up, Mom. You need to go to bed. You’ve got work in the morning and―”

  “I’m your mom. I’ll always worry―even more now. Go. Tell them I said thanks for doing this and I’d come but I’m just too tired. Sheriff Melton wants to ask me some questions, so I’m just going to hang out here.”

  “Okay. We’ll call on our way back. Bye,” Chelsea called back into the house.

  “Bye, Auntie Sharla. Thanks, Sheriff Melton,” Lionel added.

  “You’re welcome, son,” Carter replied. “Drive safely.” The door closed behind the kids and in a few seconds, Carter could hear the car start and the sound of its tires on the pavement as it pulled away from the curb. “That’s nice of the teachers to do that for them.”

  “It is. We’ve got a great community here. Everybody’s taking this really hard.” Sharla took a sip of her coffee and set her mug down. “And there’s something I wanted to tell you.”

  Please, god, let it be that she wants me to bang her, Carter’s brain whispered to him, hardening his cock even more. “Yeah?”

  “I’m pretty sure somebody followed me home last night.”

  That wasn’t at all what he’d thought she was going to say. “What? Are you sure?”

  “No. Not a hundred percent. But I’m pretty sure. I took a couple of turns to see what would happen, and they stayed right on me.”

  “Why didn’t you call me?” he whisper-shouted.

  “Because I wasn’t totally positive and I didn’t want to be the boy who cried wolf. But it shook me up a bit.” She wasn’t lying―her face had paled enough that it was noticeable in the mediocre kitchen lighting.

  “Can you think of a reason anybody would have to do that?”

  “Like …”

  “Like has anybody been harassing you at work? Creepy guy hanging around? Anything amiss around here, like graffiti on the house or car, or your garbage can being gone through? Anybody threatening you because of what Tamara did?”

  “No. I can’t think of anything. There’s no reason for anybody to follow me.”

  Carter stood there for a minute, trying to figure out what to do. He didn’t want to alarm her, but he wanted her safe. “If you notice anything like that again, call me while it’s happening and keep driving. I’ll get in touch with the Hopkinsville police and have them intercept you and follow them. I …” Did he want to say it? “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

  “I’m sure I’m just being paranoid―”

  “I don’t think so. If you think they were following you, they probably were. Promise me you’ll call me. Sharla? I mean it. Promise.”

  “Okay! I will, I will!” Her voice softened as she said, “I just don’t want to bother you.”

  “You’re no bother, you or the kids. I kinda want to see where this thing goes, okay?”

  “Yeah. Me too.”

  Go for broke, Carter, he told himself. “Look, I’d love to take you to dinner, but I don’t think that would be a good idea, at least not until the investigation is over. But when it is―”

  A sly smile pulled up the corners of her mouth. “You don’t have to wine and dine me, Carter. That’s not necessary. We can skip the formalities. I’d be just as happy with an evening at your house.”

  Carter gave a little chuckle. “I think that can be arranged! Let me know if you know when the kids will be gone. Maybe we can plan something.”

  “They’re gone now …” There was no time to respond before she stepped up to him and pressed her lips to his.

  That was all the invitation he needed, and he pressed his palms to her cheeks, holding her face to his, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones. A sound rose from her throat, a low growl that made her lips vibrate against his and set him on fire. God, she was a vixen, slutty enough to excite him and sweet enough to make him want to protect her. When he broke the kiss and leaned back, he gave her a lazy smile that he hoped translated into lust. “Bedroom?”

  “No. Here.” Sharla leaned in and her lips tickled his earlobe when she whispered, “Fuck me here.”

  It took him two seconds flat to lift her to perch on the edge of the kitchen table, and by the time he dragged her panties down, he was so hard that he could barely squat to pull off her shoes and rid her of everything below her waist. He started to thank her for wearing a dress to make things easier when he realized she’d planned the whole thing. She wanted him. God, that was so fucking awesome. Most women ran away from him. Nobody wanted to be a cop’s girlfriend or wife, but this woman seemed to have no problem with it. When he rose back to his feet, she grabbed his belt and unbuckled it, then worked on the button of his jeans, followed by his zipper. Her fingers were mesmerizing, and he watched them, his eyes hungry to see his own hard manhood, to know it was ready to take her and give her what she’d obviously been thinking about ever since the night before. No waiting―he unceremoniously thrust two fingers into her pussy and smiled at the wetness he found there. “Been thinking about this long?” he asked, grinning at her.

  “Ever since you walked into the bar last night. I almost asked you to fuck me in the back seat of my car.”

  “You need to know that women never come onto me like this,” Carter said, slipping his fingers out of her, holding them in front of her face, and licking them slowly to watch her squirm.

  She let out a little laugh, a chirpy little thing that made his heart quiver. “I don’t understand that. Men in uniform are sexy as hell.”

  He pressed his jeans and boxer briefs downward until his steely shaft sprang free, and he groaned as her hand wrapped around it. “I’m not wearing a uniform,” he pointed out.

  “You were the first time I met you,” she argued, her hand sliding up and down his length. Her strokes were solid and she was gripping him tightly enough to fill his vision with stars. “Do you want me, Carter?”

  “I do.” He attacked her mouth, his tongue stroking into hers, lashing against her tongue, hands roaming her body until he found the zipper on the front of her dress and pulled it downward. To his delight, she was wearing a front-clasped bra, and he snapped it apart, ran his hands across the top of her collarbone, and pressed her dress and bra straps backward.

  His reward was two full, heavy breasts, their hard, dark nipples pointing slightly upward. A college buddy had taught him something that he’d never forgotten: Stare at a woman’s tits. If you stare long enough, it embarrasses her a little, and that makes it easier to fuck her. An embarrassed woman will want to please you. It works, Carter, trust me. It always had. To his surprise, as he stared, she squeezed her shoulder blades together and thrust her breasts forward. “Like what you see?” she asked, her t
one haughty, and Carter was impressed. She wasn’t the least bit embarrassed. Matter of fact, she seemed proud.

  “Oh, yeah. Beautiful. Can’t wait to suck ‘em,” he said, kissing her again. “Nip ‘em,” he added as he nuzzled the side of her neck. “Pull ‘em,” he whispered against her collarbone. “Twist ‘em.” He let his tongue slide from her collarbone down the gentle slope toward her nipple and listened to her breath hitch. His lips were almost to them when she said something that set him on fire.

  “Hurt ‘em. I like it rough.”

  JACKPOT! Carter wanted to scream. Holy hell, he had a live one! His lips locked around her left nipple and he sucked hard, his left hand reaching for the right one, gripping it, and pulling hard before twisting it viciously. The breath she sucked in between her barely-parted lips made his cock throb. Yes―this was exactly what he wanted, and he wanted it right that minute. His teeth latched around her hardened nub and hung on as he righted himself, and she hissed and leaned back as her flesh stretched. When he couldn’t pull upward any farther without doing her injury, he let go just to watch her breast drop and bounce, then stared into her eyes. “I don’t think you like it as rough as I’d like to give it to you.”

  “Try me.” There was a challenge in that statement, one that Carter couldn’t ignore. And then he thought of something that made him groan.

  “Shit. I don’t have a condom.”

  “You fuck around?”

  “Hell no. I don’t have time.”

  Sharla giggled. “Well, neither do I. I haven’t been with anybody in four years.”

  “It’s been almost two for me. I guess we don’t have much to worry about, now do we?” he asked as he pressed his lips to hers again and felt her fingers dig into his ass, drawing him closer, begging him to enter her.

  Begging wasn’t necessary. Carter thrust himself into her, burying his length inside her warmth and darkness, and the cry she let loose made him feel like a superhero. He dragged her right to the edge of the table, his arms under her legs, hands gripping her ass, and slammed into her like an ax into firewood. “Jesus, Carter, fuck me!” she yelled and leaned back, resting her elbows on the table, her upper body on full display and those mighty tits rolling up and down. Leaning in, he trapped her right nipple in his teeth and gave a hard nip. “Shit! Oh, yeah! Um-hmmm. Oh, baby, fuck me. Fuck me, sheriff. Oh, yeah, fuck me,” she ordered, almost yelling. Could the neighbors hear her? He hoped like hell they could.

  God, he felt alive! Everything else melted away as he pounded into her, and there was only him and her and his hard cock moving in and out of her tight, hot pussy. Was anything else necessary? No. Was anything else any more important? Hell no. She vacillated between screaming, swearing, whimpering, begging, and moaning, and the noise alone was enough to get him off. She wrapped her legs around his waist and as he stroked into her, her legs dangled, her heels occasionally smacking him in the small of the back. He was about to ask her how she was liking it when she bent forward, wrapped her hands around his neck, and pulled herself up to kiss him.

  He wanted to give her more―he really did―but it had been so long and she felt so good against him and around him that he couldn’t hold off. There was no way she could be any more disappointed in him than he was in himself as his body let go and he filled her with stickiness. “Shit,” he muttered against her lips, as irritated as he’d been in a long time. God damn it, he felt like a fourteen-year-old school boy.

  “What?” she whispered into his neck.

  “I didn’t intend to―”

  “Hey.” Forcing himself to focus, he looked down into her face and saw her smiling up at him. “I was good enough that you couldn’t hold off. That makes me feel like a fairy princess, buddy. I’m about as sexy as a pair of orthopedic loafers. You losing it like that? Quite the ego boost for me,” she said, chuckling under her breath. Carter couldn’t help it―he started to laugh. “What? You think I’m kidding?”

  He leaned forward until she was flat on the table under him, his softening manhood still inside her. “You are ridiculously sexy, woman. Don’t you know that?”

  “Me? Stop trying to make me feel better,” she said with a snort, and Carter finally understood. She meant what she was saying. She didn’t think she was appealing at all. What the hell?

  “Are you kidding? I mean, Jesus, girl, you’re hot and tight and those tits … I mean, those things … You should win some kind of award or something. They’re, well, magnificent is the first word that comes to mind.”

  Her eyes went round and her eyebrows arched. “You’re kidding, right?”

  “Kidding? Hell no, I’m not kidding. My only regret is that I didn’t get a really good look at that ass, but if it’s as fine as those tits, then my god, if we do this again I’m only going to last a couple of minutes every time. I won’t be able to hold off. You’ll just suck the life outta my man bone down there, baby.”

  She started laughing, and he had to admit he liked it. With every chortle, she tightened around him, and he could feel his softness turning hard again. But there was something even more important going on there.

  He was having fun. She was fun. There was a lightheartedness, a gleefulness, about it that he’d never had before with sex. He wanted to do it again, not because it felt so damn good, which it did, but because it was fun. For the first time ever, he wasn’t concentrating on the act just as a performance, but as a pleasure. They were playing around. She was smiling and laughing, and so was he.

  It hit him like a runaway freight train―this was what he wanted, a relationship with another grownup where they had grownup sex and acted like grownups about it. Sex that didn’t feel like a business contract. Sex that wasn’t solemn or stiff or stuffy. Fun sex, sex where they laughed and whispered and talked about what they were doing with and to each other, and nobody was embarrassed. He liked it. And he wanted more.

  Almost as though she could read his mind, she said, “Now let’s go to the bedroom. Come on.” Pushing him back until he broke free from her, she took his hands, dropped to the floor, and strolled off toward the bedroom, pulling him along as he struggled to keep up with his jeans and briefs still around his thighs. He was sure he looked ridiculous and he didn’t care. Matter of fact, he was almost laughing about it by the time they reached the bedroom.

  But when they reached the bedroom, he breathed a sigh of pure bliss as he watched her turn her back to him, lift up her dress, and pull it up over her head and off. Sure enough, her ass was a beautiful heart-shaped thing, sloping just perfectly to curl up and join her thighs, and when she turned, naked and silent, toward him, he thought he’d never seen anything so beautiful in his life. The polo shirt came up and off over his head and as soon as he’d dropped his briefs and jeans, Sharla stepped up and ran a hand from his waist up his chest, threading her fingers through the dark hair there, until her hand reached his chin. She gripped it with a forefinger and thumb and smiled. “God, look at you,” she whispered up to him, a sly smile splitting her face. “All man. Muscles, dark hair, golden skin. Jesus, Carter, you could be a model, you know that?”

  “Me? Nah. I’m just an ordinary Joe,” he whispered back and kissed her forehead.

  “You’re a lot of things, but you’re not ordinary. You’re extraordinary.” Then she rose up on her tiptoes and softly swept her lips across his.

  It took little more than an instant for Carter to lay her out on the bed and slide down her body. God, she smelled amazing, a heady mixture of soap, perfume, and arousal all rolled together to make his mouth water. Tonguing the nub he sought out in her slit, he sucked in a breath as she tugged his hair and flexed his hips ever so slightly to rub his hardening cock against the sheets. He wanted to fuck her right that minute, but he’d already decided she had to come. No way would he let her go unsatisfied again. As he concentrated on teasing her, he held her hips down so she couldn’t thrust and delighted in her cries of exasperation as her arousal increased. She was getting closer, closer, so much closer
, and he stopped just long enough to crawl up between her thighs, rise up on his knees, and bury himself in her pussy. When he was deep inside her, he pressed down on her belly while his right index finger and thumb opened her slit and exposed her swollen clit to the air.

  She cried out as he started to stroke. Watching her was amazing. Her hands roamed her own body, and he couldn’t believe how painfully arousing it was to watch her fondle her own nipples, pulling and tugging and twisting them. “God, babe,” he whispered down to her, “watching you … I wanna fuck you so hard.”

  “Fuck me, Carter. I want you to fuck me over and over. Fuck me ‘til I can’t walk. I mean it. Own me. Make me your slut.”

  No woman had ever talked to him that way during sex, and he loved it. Jesus, she made him ache! As she struggled to keep her climax at bay, he could feel her clenching and releasing around his cock, and he prayed she’d come soon so he could stroke into her. His hardness burned and throbbed, and he needed relief. She had to know that was what he was waiting for, and she didn’t seem to care. Or maybe she was teasing him. All he knew was that she was twitching and jerking all over, trying so hard to hold off, and all he really wanted was to feel her convulse around him.

  And then she did. Her back arched, her fingers pulled her nipples out impossibly far, and she shrieked as the muscles in her belly rolled and twitched. “That’s it, baby. Come hard for me, girl. Ohhhh, my god, I’ve gotta fuck you. I can’t wait anymore.” As soon as his hand left her clit, he gripped her waist with both hands and banged into her.

  Watching his cock move in and out of her was like an Oscar-winning film to Carter. His shaft glistened with her juices, and all he could think about was the next stroke. Listening to her crying out and begging him to fuck her was just the icing on the cake. He could feel himself getting closer, and when he pressed his hands to the back sides of her thighs and bent her double with her knees to her chest, she opened like a flower and he could see it all, every sacred inch of her femininity, every pink, hot, wet centimeter she had to offer. Still pressing her thighs downward, he pulled them together too, trapping her breasts between them to watch their fullness, making her tighter, so tight that he could barely breathe. Carter threw his head back, closed his eyes, and fucked her. He fucked her like he’d never fucked another woman, like she was the last woman on earth and he was going to wear that thing out. His balls ached. His shaft burned. He was a fucking machine, and this woman was taking it and giving it back to him in spades.