County Sheriffs 2: Conquering Lovers (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) Page 10

  “I never knew it would be like that,” she said with a sob. “It was so amazing and special.”

  “Yes, it was,” Kent agreed. He cupped her nape and pulled her head back into his neck and shoulder as he wrapped his arms tighter around her upper body. “I’ve never experienced anything like that in my life.”

  “You haven’t?” Her voice was muffled, and he shivered when he felt her lips move over his skin.

  “No, Bella, I haven’t. You are one special lady.”

  She lifted her head and met his gaze as if trying to see if he was lying or not. Kent let her see how sincere he was and how much she meant to him. He figured she had seen what was in his eyes when she gasped and lowered her head to his shoulder.

  “I’m no virgin, darlin’, but I’ve never felt a connection like that with anyone else. Nor have I ever come as hard. Only you, Bella. Only you.”

  She sighed and then sniffed and took a ragged breath before lifting her gaze to his once more. “Thank you.”

  “Why are you thanking me, sweetheart?”

  “Because you took such good care of me and showed me what it was like to make love.”

  “So you’d want to do it again?” Dawson asked, his hand still stroking up and down Bella’s back.

  “Yes, please.” She grinned at Dawson.

  Kent chuckled, placed a knuckle beneath her chin, and nudged her gaze toward his. He kissed her softly yet lingeringly on the lips and hoped that this was the start of a long happy relationship. He carefully rolled once more until they were both on their sides, and his moan joined her groan as his softening cock slipped from her body. After one last hug, he turned her toward Dawson and rose from the bed before heading toward the bathroom to clean up, but before tending his own needs he wet a washcloth with warm water, squeezed it out, and entered the bedroom again. Bella and Dawson were lying on their sides, staring at each other, and though he didn’t want to interrupt their time together, he needed to make sure that his woman was comfortable.

  Dawson saw him coming, stroked a hand up Bella’s leg, and then pulled her thigh over his hips. Kent knelt on the bed and met Bella’s gaze as she turned to look at him over her shoulder. She went to roll toward him, already reaching for the cloth, but Dawson stopped her by gripping her hip.

  “I can do—”

  “It’s my pleasure, darlin’.” Kent wiped her folds clean and when he was done, kissed her hip and headed into the bathroom again.

  He heard Dawson’s rumbling voice and paused in the doorway. “We like taking care of you, baby. Please, will you let us?”

  “Okay.”

  Kent closed the bathroom door with a happy smile on his face.

  * * * *

  Dawson would never forget the surprised look of wonder on Bella’s face right before she came. Although he’d helped pleasure her, he kept his gaze on her face as Kent made love to her to make sure she hadn’t felt any pain or discomfort. He’d been astounded by how giving, open, and honest she was. Everything she’d felt had been right there for him to see, and after some of the experienced, cynical women he’d been with, he was more than delighted with Bella.

  Most women had only ever wanted him for a quick fuck, to use his body to take care of their physical urges, but Bella was nothing like that. As the saying went, the eyes were the window to the soul, and gazing into Bella’s eyes had hope filling his heart. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever met and not just because she was gorgeous. She had a heart filled with gold, and he’d seen so much emotion in her eyes when she’d looked at Kent and him while they were pleasuring her.

  Dawson had known as soon as he’d set eyes on her that she was special. He just hadn’t known how much until now. His heart was so full with emotion he felt tears stinging the back of his eyes, and that hadn’t happened to him since he was a young kid. He’d become so jaded, so cynical after serving in the Rangers, but Bella was like a breath of fresh air that flowed over his body and washed all the death, destruction, and cynicism away. The knot that had been in his gut when the first and then second woman had been murdered by the serial killer was gone, and it was all because of the woman lying on the bed next to him.

  He had dreams of loving a woman and having kids when he’d first joined the military, but as he’d pushed his emotions aside and become a cold, calculating soldier, those dreams had faded. Now they were back in the forefront of his mind, and he began to imagine what Bella would look like as she swelled with his and Kent’s child.

  He sighed with contentment when she snuggled up against him and closed his eyes as he savored having her warm, naked body against his.

  While he was eager to make love to her, he was content to hold her as long as she wanted. Dawson didn’t want her feeling pressured into making love to him even though Kent had already done so. She’d been a virgin and was probably tender as hell. He could wait as long as she needed him to. It didn’t matter that his cock was aching and leaking pre-cum. He could take the edge off in the shower later if he needed to. Bella’s welfare was more important to him than anything else.

  She shifted against him, her small hand on his chest as she lifted her head and met his gaze. She was frowning and nibbling on her lower lip.

  “What’s wrong, baby?”

  She shook her head and glanced away.

  Dawson palmed her cheek and brought her gaze back to his. “Bella?”

  “Don’t you want me?” she asked in a soft, vulnerable voice.

  “Not want you?” Dawson turned so that he was on his side facing her, clasped her wrist, and lowered her hand toward his hard, aching cock. “Does this feel as if I don’t want you?”

  “Then why aren’t you—”

  Dawson put his finger on her lips to stop her from continuing. “Baby, you were a virgin, and as much as I want to make love with you, too, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t hurt me.”

  “Are you tender, Bella?” Dawson caressed up and down her side, tracing the dips and hollows of her sexy body.

  “No. I’m fine.”

  Dawson decided to test how ready she was. He moved closer to her, lifted her leg back over his hip, and stroked a finger up inside her wet pussy.

  Bella’s eyes slid closed as she moaned and arched her hips toward him. Dawson growled and slammed his mouth over hers. It looked like he’d been worrying needlessly. His woman was as eager for him as he was for her. She was so very hot and dripping wet. He rolled her to her back and covered her with his body, nudging her legs wider as he positioned himself between her legs. His hard, throbbing cock brushed against her wet folds, and he groaned when he slid in her wet heat. She wrapped her arms around his neck, the tips of her fingers on one hand stroking his skin before sliding into his hair and combing through the short strands.

  Dawson hadn’t realized until then that he liked having his hair combed by someone else, or his scalp caressed, and would visit that with Bella at a later date, but for now he set to firing up her desire to match his own.

  She released his lips and gasped air into her lungs as he slowly but surely pumped his cock into her cunt. He savored every ripple of her wet walls along his aching shaft so he would remember what it had felt like to make love to her the first time, in years to come.

  When he was inside her to the root, he held still with his eyes closed and tried to push away the yearning to pump into her like a man possessed. His cock was twitching and pulsing each time her internal walls clenched and flexed around him, and he was sure he was leaking pre-cum almost constantly. Dawson was worried he was going to shoot off before he sent Bella over the edge into orgasm, but he was determined not to lose the battle, so he grit his teeth and breathed deeply a few times, until the raging hunger firing his blood diminished slightly.

  Bella began sucking and licking at his neck, nipping the skin between her teeth every so often, and when she wriggled her hips and hooked her legs around his thighs, he was lost.

  He withdrew from her hot cunt until the h
ead of his cock was resting in her entrance and then drove back in deep. She moaned and flexed her pussy muscles around him as she tossed her head back and forth on the pillow.

  Dawson shifted higher up on his knees, squeezed one of Bella’s ass cheeks, and then moved in and out of her sheath at a steady pace. Her eyes were closed, her chest and face were flushed with arousal, and each time he shoved back into her, her gorgeous breasts bounced. He bent over without breaking his rhythm and laved over one hard tip before moving to her other. Each time his tongue licked over her nipples, her insides gripped his cock as if in answer, so Dawson sucked one nub into his mouth and drew on it firmly.

  Bella moaned and whimpered. She tightened her legs around his hips and dug her heels into his hamstrings. And then she began to move with him.

  Each time he thrust into her, she arched her pelvis toward his in perfect carnal synchronization. Her lids fluttered open when he released her nipple and he moved to suckle on the other one.

  “Dawson.” She gasped.

  “Yeah, baby,” he replied.

  “So good.” Bella moaned. “I can feel it coming.”

  Fuck yes! He felt her rippling around him, and her juices bathed his cock in her cream, but he was also getting close. He needed to change position so he could send her over first. He withdrew his cock from her cunt, which made her moan in disappointment, but before she could question him, he flipped her over onto her stomach, grasped her hips, and pulled her up onto her knees.

  Dawson nudged her legs wider, aligned his dick with her cunt, and surged in. She cried out and for a moment he was scared he’d hurt her, but when she shoved her ass back at him, he knew it had been a cry of pleasure. He drew back and drove in again and again. In and out his cock slid, his pubis slapping against her delectable, toned ass cheeks, and when he felt the warmth at the base of his spine move toward his balls, he leaned over Bella, his chest pressed against her back, and caressed down to her folds.

  The second his finger brushed her clit, the tension in her internal muscles grew, and he powered through those drenched, closing walls. Bella was gasping and groaning with every other breath, and Dawson closed his eyes as he tried to stave off his climax.

  He rubbed her clit faster and faster, and when her breath hitched and she froze, he knew she was right on the edge. Dawson drew back and slammed into her hard and deep.

  Bella cried out as she began to come. The muscles inside her cunt clamped down around his pistoning dick before releasing and then clamping down again. He surged into her once, twice, three times, and on the fourth he shoved into her once more with a roar as fire encompassed his balls, then shot up into his shaft and out the tip of his cock.

  He shook and shivered as the most acute climax he’d ever experienced quaked through his whole body. His balls were so hard they hurt. Each time he shot cum from the tip of his cock, his testes quivered and then another spurt spumed from his dick. When the nirvanic spasms finally faded, Dawson felt as weak as a newborn foal. His arms and legs were trembling, and he was panting so hard his lungs hurt.

  When the rapture hormones finally began to wane, his brain kicked back into gear and he blinked his eyes open. He muttered a curse when he realized he’d collapsed on top of Bella and was pushing her deeper into the mattress. He quickly braced the weight of his upper body onto his elbows and brushed the hair back off of Bella’s face. Her eyelids lifted to half-mast and her passion-hazed green gaze met his.

  “Are you okay, baby?” he asked in a hoarse voice.

  A slow smile spread across her lips. “Oh yes.”

  Dawson chuckled, wrapped an arm around her waist, and flopped to his side, bringing Bella with him. His cock slipped out of her as he moved, and though he would have liked to have been buried inside of her for as long as possible, he just needed to hold her.

  Bella sighed and then turned over to face him. She rested her head on his outstretched arm and snuggled up close. Dawson tugged her closer and smoothed his hand up and down her back and over her ass before making the return journey.

  He savored her in his arms and the stronger emotional connection they had after such intense lovemaking. He just hoped that Bella felt the same way.

  Dawson wasn’t sure what he’d do if she didn’t.

  Chapter Eleven

  Bella waved one last time and then headed down the driveway. She kept watching Kent and Dawson in her rearview mirror until she couldn’t see them anymore. She had to go home to get some clothes for work. She was scared and hoped that Brett wasn’t hanging around watching or waiting for her, but she couldn’t put her life on hold. She had to work to pay her bills, and she wasn’t going to let that asshole stop her from living a normal life. Plus, there was the fact she didn’t want to be away from Dawson or Kent, but they had to go to work as well.

  She kept glancing in the side and rearview mirrors as she drove, watching for her sister’s ex, but she didn’t spot him and sighed with relief as she pulled into her driveway. The windows had been fixed while she’d been staying with the two deputy sheriffs and hadn’t cost her a dime since she had insurance, but she was also still angry over what Brett had allegedly done. She didn’t know for sure that the asshole had been the one outside her house trying to terrorize her, but Bella had come to the conclusion it had to have been him. There was no one else to suspect, and though Kent and Dawson had said much the same, without any witnesses the bastard was going to get away with what he’d done.

  She pushed her misgivings aside, rummaged in her purse for her house key, and when she had it in her hand, got out of her car and locked the vehicle behind her. She hurried up the path to the front door and pushed the key into the lock with trembling hands. As soon as she entered the house, she closed and locked the door behind her and headed to her bedroom and the adjoining shower.

  Thankfully the cut on her hand didn’t hurt much anymore, and though it was awkward, she managed to wash and condition her hair before washing her body. After she dried off, she dried her hair, applied a light application of makeup, dressed, and then headed to work.

  Bella was so busy she didn’t even realize that the lunch hour was half over until Tiff stuck her head through her office doorway.

  “How was your weekend?” Tiff asked.

  Bella felt heat creeping up in her cheeks, and though she tried to quell it, she knew by the way Tiff’s gaze ran over her face that she hadn’t succeeded.

  “That good, huh?” Tiff chuckled as she sat in the seat across from Bella’s desk.

  “Hmm,” Bella hummed. She hoped that Tiff didn’t pry and ask for details because Bella wasn’t about to tell her. What Dawson, she, and Kent had done had been private and so much more than she ever could have imagined. Just thinking about them had her heart filling with warmth, her breath catching in her throat. She missed them already even if it had only been a few hours since she’d seen them.

  “Oh, girl, you have it bad.” Tiffany laughed as she rose and walked around Bella’s desk to pat her on the shoulder. “They’re good men, Bella. I don’t think you could do any better.”

  Bella nodded and then changed the subject. “Was there something you needed?”

  “Nope.” Tiff headed to the door. “Just heard you stayed with the deputies and wanted to make sure you were all right. Did they find whoever was at your house?”

  “No,” Bella replied.

  “They will, honey. Don’t you worry about that. Those two sheriffs and four deputies are born protectors. They won’t give up until they have that sicko, and whoever was scaring you, behind bars.”

  “I just hope that no more women lose their lives before they catch the serial killer.” Bella’s voice came out raspy because of the restriction in her throat. Every time the killer was mentioned she thought of Maria and grief pierced her heart. She blinked back the tears burning her eyes to see Tiff nodding in agreement.

  “Don’t forget to eat.” Tiff pointed at Bella. “And make sure you take your full lunch hour. If anyone calls or com
es looking for you, I’ll cover for you.”

  Bella stood. “Thanks, Tiff, you’re the best.”

  Tiff laughed as she walked away and then called out, “And don’t you forget it.”

  Bella chuckled and sighed as the grief that had been contracting her heart lightened. Tiffany was a wonderful person. She treated her like a younger sister or a daughter. She just wished Maria had met her because then her sister may have never accepted a date with Brett and she wouldn’t have to deal with the idiot. But Bella had a feeling she would be seeing her sister’s ex soon.

  * * * *

  His cock jerked as the blade stabbed into her flesh. Although she screamed in agony, no one would have heard since he had his hand over her mouth. She’d been so easy to take. After the festival was over, she’d waved good-bye to her friends and headed to her car. He’d taken note of which vehicle was hers and then hurried back for his own. As luck, fate, or coincidence would have it, she’d ended up with a flat tire and pulled over onto the side of the road. Since he was such a Good Samaritan, he’d stopped to help a damsel in distress.

  He couldn’t believe how naive small-town folks were. None of them had a clue that the serial killer was a local, well-respected man who had a wife. After he’d dropped the bitch home, he’d told her he was going to the local pub to catch up with a couple of his friends. She hadn’t been happy about it, but she hadn’t argued with him for a change. The bitch didn’t like the guys he hung out with, and neither did he, really, but keeping up appearances was everything. He could laugh and joke and mimic human emotions easily enough, and he was so good at it none of his so-called friends or his wife knew he didn’t feel a thing.