Undercover Obsession (17 page)

“Do something with that before you come out,”
she snapped as she turned to leave.

“You caused it, you do something about it,”
Brody taunted her, not sure why he felt the need to keep her here.
He caught the flash of hurt on her face, knew she thought of his
masturbating as a rejection of her, and he needed to find a way to
let her know how much he really did want her. She hadn’t moved but
she hadn’t turned back around either, her hand still poised on the
door knob. “Please, Piper. I’ve never forgotten how your mouth felt
on me. I’ve dreamed of that night more times than I can count.”
When she remained quiet he tried a different tactic. “Maybe my
dreams are wrong, come to think of it. Maybe it wasn’t as good as I
like to think it was. You were, after all, relatively
inexperienced.”

That did it. Piper swung around and moved to
stand between his spread knees. She would show him just how
experienced she was, and then she’d leave him high and dry just
like he had her. “You’re probably right,” she said softly as she
sank to her knees in front of him. “I was a naïve, green girl back
then and I had no clue what I was doing.” Shoving his hand aside,
she replaced it with her own.

Brody started to deny that but the feel of
those lips closing over him took his breath. Her mouth was made for
sin and sucking, those lips just as soft as he remembered. Her
small hand barely reached around his girth, but it still managed to
do the trick as she tightened her fingers and stroked him, her
warm, wet mouth concentrating on his head. He had a feeling he was
the one who was going to come out on the short end of this scene
and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it because he sure
as hell wasn’t going to stop her now. His good intentions didn’t
stretch that far.

Piper had gotten quite a bit of experience
giving head to Cole. He loved it when she went down on him and
wasn’t shy about giving her pointers on what he liked. She figured
anything Cole liked, any man would like so she took her time
suckling the smooth bulbous head of his cock as she slowly fisted
his shaft. As if she had all the time in the world, she licked
around the crown, under the ridged edge, up over the seeping slit
then did it all over again. When his cock jerked in her hand and
his deep voice let out a guttural moan, she knew she was getting
him close. So she backed off.

Releasing his cockhead with a plop, she
smiled up at him as she continued to stroke oh so slowly up and
down his length. With her eyes on his, she slowly licked over his
slit, cleaning the ever present fluid then swallowed audibly with
an exaggerated groan. “You taste good, Brody, just like I
remember.”

“If I remember correctly, I never got a
chance to taste you that night. Let me taste you, Piper.” He didn’t
know if she remembered him going down on her the other night, but
he did.

She surprised the hell out of him by taking
her free hand and slipping it into her shorts then pulling out two
glistening fingers, all the while keeping up the slow, tight fisted
strokes of his cock. The glint in her eyes as she brought her
fingers to his mouth told him she knew he had expected her to join
him on the bed in mutual, oral play. Grabbing her hand, he sucked
those two tempting digits into his mouth, savoring the taste of her
just as he had the other night. It was just enough of a temptation
to have him vowing to someday bury his face between her legs and
feast on the full meal deal again.

Piper almost lost her rhythm when he pulled
strongly on her fingers with his mouth, his tongue licking every
drop of her juices until there was nothing left, the soft wet
strokes making her pussy quickly replace the cream she had just
removed. Her pussy contracted in need, making her ache to feel
those lips on her bare folds, that tongue delving deep, those teeth
nibbling on her clit. Cursing him silently for trying to turn the
tables on her, she pulled her hand from his mouth and cupped his
balls with it, wiping his saliva over his sac as she rolled each
ball in her palm. As she lowered her head to take him in her mouth
again, she glided one finger over the sensitive area under his
balls.

“Fuck!” Brody gasped as she touched a
sensitive spot with just enough pressure to have him seeing stars.
When she engulfed him in her mouth again and slowly took him deep,
he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, no matter how much he
wanted to drag this out. She couldn’t get all of him in her mouth,
but what didn’t fit was stroked by her hand. Her head bobs started
slow, tortuously slow, her lips clinging to his flesh, her tongue
constantly stroking, swirling, licking him from head to base. And
all the while her clever other hand was caressing his balls, that
one finger venturing lower every now and then for a breath stealing
stroke over a spot he wondered how she knew about.

He finally caved, had enough of her slow,
erotic torture and rested his hand on her head as he practically
demanded, “Faster, darlin’, and harder now. I’m about to explode
here.”

Perfect, Piper thought as she released him
abruptly and stood up. “You were doing such a good job when I came
in I think I’ll let you finish it. Tonight’s prime rib night at the
diner. If you want to go, let me know.” Piper sailed out of the
room without looking back, her own arousal at a feverish pitch, but
from the black scowl on his face, it was worth it.

Brody couldn’t help it. Grabbing his cock, he
jacked off quickly, his come spewing with enough force to land on
his chest, the pleasure enough to have him seeing those stars again
and then some, all the while smiling at the way the little minx had
gotten even.

Sheriff Norton was seated at the bar visiting
with the bartender when Ian entered Rowdy’s. Gary waved him over
with all the friendliness of hometown hospitality, which just made
Ian grit his teeth. A man could only take so much of the laid back
nonchalance of small town people, he thought as he took a seat on
the stool next to the sheriff. He’d take the bustling, rude
activity of big city life over this small town congeniality any
day. At least in Richmond, where both he and Brody lived when they
weren’t on assignment, there was always something to do that
stirred his senses and aroused his adrenaline. Like sex, whenever
he wanted with his choice of several different women who liked it
kinky and rough and didn’t demand anything except an orgasm or two
from him.

“Whiskey, straight, please,” he told the
bartender, hoping the fiery burn of liquor would mellow his
frustration, frustration he knew was due to having to rein in his
lust every time they dealt with Piper, having to put on the brakes
because Brody had a damn chivalrous streak a mile wide where that
girl was concerned. He could get on board with his reasoning if
there was someone else he could turn to for a little relief between
the sheets, but the only woman who had caught his eye, and his
cock’s attention was Haley Parsons, and that woman was the last one
he’d be able to let go with for a few days until they cleared
things up here. The obvious fact that she had been victimized in
the past sure as hell didn’t keep him from thinking about spending
some time between those long slender legs though, which just proved
he needed to get out of town or get Brody to relent as soon as
possible.

“How’re things with Piper?” Gary asked as he
sipped his beer. “Anything new I need to know?”

“No. It’s been quiet. Brody and I check the
perimeters around her place twice a day and haven’t seen any
untoward signs. Basically, we have nothing to go on yet. You get
anywhere on the break in?”

“Same as you, but we’re all keeping our eye
out.”

“Little hard to spot a stranger bent on
harassment in the middle of tourist season,” Crack stated. Holding
out his hand, he greeted Ian. “People call me Crack. You must be
MacGregor.”

Ian shook the hippy bikers hand thinking this
was his kind of guy. “Why Crack?”

“I may have been known to crack a few heads
when things got out of hand at a bar I used to own,” he
drawled.

“If there’s any head cracking to do around
here, I’ll do it,” Gary said. “At least until the end of
summer.”

“Fine with me. At my age, I’m more than ready
to spend my time more peaceably. You’ll like retirement Gary,”
Crack told the sheriff before asking Ian, “How’s Piper?”

Ian couldn’t help grinning, thinking of the
way she had teased them from the water. “She’s a feisty little
thing and keeps us on our toes, that’s for sure.”

“Just make sure you keep our girl safe,”
Crack warned, “or your heads will be the ones getting cracked
together.”

“Does she have this whole fucking town
wrapped around her finger?”

“We’re protective of our own, but more so
with both Haley and Piper. Speaking of Haley.” Gary waved her over
just as he had Ian, a friendly grin splitting his weathered face
when she entered the bar. “What pulls you away from your shop this
afternoon?”

Ian’s irritation spiked when she avoided eye
contact with him and made sure she didn’t stand too close. What the
hell was it going to take to get the damn woman to realize he
wasn’t going to hurt her? Her continued wariness made him want to
show her exactly what he could do to her, and the pleasure she
would get from it. He knew she was attracted to him even though she
went to great pains not to let him know, but he couldn’t picture
her acting on that attraction for one or two nights of sex with a
virtual stranger.

“I picked up that new lock you recommended
and since you’re not on duty, thought I’d take you up on your offer
to install it. That is when you have time.”

“I’ll do it,” Ian said before the sheriff
could answer. He didn’t know what prompted him to offer, but some
perverse part of him wanted to get under her skin, and under her
skirt. Unfortunately the latter wasn’t going to happen, but from
the scowl on her face, he knew he had struck home with the
first.

“Oh, thanks, but Sheriff…”

“Go ahead with MacGregor, honey,” Gary
encouraged her. It would do her good to spend some time around a
man who obviously made her uncomfortable. “Maybe he’ll spot
something me or the boys missed when we went over your shop.”

Not likely, Ian thought as he finished his
drink, dropped a few bills on the counter and rose to take her
elbow. But he appreciated the push from him nonetheless. “Come on,
it won’t take long and you’ll sleep easier knowing that door’s
secured.”

Haley let Ian lead her out of the bar,
wishing she hadn’t spotted the sheriff going in there from the
hardware store. She had figured he was either on break or off duty
today if he was patronizing Rowdy’s and it would be a good time to
take him up on his offer to install a new lock on her back door,
but she hadn’t known Ian was in there. If she had, she would’ve let
the lock wait. She didn’t know what it was about him that kept her
on edge. Even though it wasn’t a comfortable feeling, it at least
wasn’t fear. That emotion she knew only too well and was one she
hadn’t felt since their first meeting. She still wasn’t comfortable
around him but that hadn’t kept her from touching herself last
night for the first time since she had divorced her husband, of
stroking her surprisingly wet pussy as she thought of him.

Haley repressed a shudder of awareness and
gently removed her arm from his hand. “Thanks for the offer. Your
partner’s with Piper, isn’t he?” she asked, suddenly worried that
Piper might have lost her two body guards again.

“Yeah, she’s cooperating for now.” Wanting to
both shock her and see her reaction, he added, “After both Brody
and I punished her the old fashioned way, she saw the errors of her
ways.” Not strictly true, but Ian would go with what worked and by
the look of surprised shock slowly dawning on her face, he knew she
understood his meaning.

“You didn’t…really, you didn’t spank her, did
you?” Haley couldn’t imagine Piper going for such heavy handed
tactics, yet picturing herself draped over Ian’s lap, her skirt
tossed up, her panties lowered, baring her ass for him to do with
as he pleased, turned out to make more of an erotic picture than a
debasing one.

“Yeah, we really did.” Ian smiled widely at
her. “She loved it, all but the part where we refused to fuck her
afterwards.”

Knowing how Piper felt about Brody, she could
imagine her friend’s reaction to that rejection. What she couldn’t
imagine was getting pleasure from pain. That simply didn’t compute
with her. “That was rather…heavy handed of you. I’m surprised she
didn’t kick you out of her cabin,” she said as they arrived at her
shop and she fished out her keys to unlock the front door.

Ian let her move away from him, waited until
she flipped the closed sign to open and turned the lights on before
saying quietly, “We didn’t abuse her, Haley. A spanking, if
administered properly, can be a very erotic experience for a woman.
Sometimes, a little pain can lead to a lot of pleasure.”

Even though that concept was beyond her
understanding, she was surprised and shocked to find her pussy
creaming at the image of her in that position again, her nipples
beading as she imagined what her ass would feel like, and look
like, when he got through slapping it. Not understanding her own
response, let alone this man who had succeeded in such a short time
to draw her interest, she turned from his knowing look and led the
way to the back storeroom where the door that led out back was.

“I think you’ll find whatever tools you need
in here. If you need anything else, let me know,” she said, turning
after opening the door to the storeroom only to find him right
behind her. She gasped at the sudden impact with his hard body,
instinct making her shrink back automatically even though the brief
feel of him had added to her simmering arousal.