Undercover Obsession (36 page)

“And what do you propose we do in the
meantime?” she asked him as she slowly peeled her top off while
backing up another step. Thunder rumbled quietly and a few drops of
rain landed on her heated skin, doing nothing to cool her down, the
storm only adding to the recklessness running through her.

“Let’s go inside and I’ll give you an example
of how we can pass the time until you come to your senses.” The
sight of her in that plain white bra that was quickly leaving
nothing to the imagination as it got wet and those god awful,
easily accessible gym shorts had his cock straining for release,
aching to be inside her again, an ache that had been with him for
the past month as he cleared the path of all the obstacles keeping
him from her.

“You can work on getting me to come to my
senses out here.” Slipping off her shorts, she tossed them aside
then squealed when he made a lunge for her, just barely evading his
hands as she ran behind her garden bench and used it as a taunting
barrier between them.

“The first thing I’m going to do,” Brody said
with a wicked grin despite the light, steady mist now starting to
fall, “is teach you not to run from me. That’s a bad habit you have
that I intend to break.”

Laughing, turning her face up to the sky, she
quipped, “You can try.” She never could resist him and when he
simply reached over the bench and lifted her over it as if she
weighed nothing, she found herself wrapping her arms and legs
around him willingly, fusing her mouth to his eagerly. “Too long,”
she muttered into his mouth as she opened for his exploring tongue.
“It’s been too long.”

“No argument there, darlin’.” With one hand
holding her head and the other clasping one soft buttock, Brody
ravished her mouth, biting at her lips, dueling with her tongue,
relishing the way she gave as good as she got. It took him only
seconds to remove her bra, a few more seconds to lower her legs and
strip her panties from her, all without releasing her mouth.
Running his hands over her wet skin, he molded her breasts, rolled
and pinched her nipples before gripping her ass and lifting her
against his cock, rubbing her mound against his hardened flesh.

“Brody,” Piper pleaded as she pulled her
mouth from his, an orgasm already teetering on the precipice of
eruption, “Now.”

Now, that was his Piper, he thought with
relief. “Most definitely now,” he said on a laugh as he turned her
and bent her over the bench, placing her hands on the back and
pushing her feet apart. “But not until I remind you what happens
when you run from me.”

The rain was coming down in a steady drizzle
now and Piper discovered that a hard slap on wet skin made the burn
that much hotter. Throwing her head back, she let the rain pelt her
face as Brody pelted her ass, the pleasure/pain she remembered so
well building and sweeping through her with the intensity of the
storm she saw brewing and heading their way. “More Brody, please,
more, harder.”

“You want more?” he whispered in her ear as
he took a moment to release his cock before he had a permanent
zipper imprint along his shaft and then, before she could say
anything else, he cupped his other hand over her bare pussy,
relishing the feel of her plump, soft folds right before he landed
a slap on that tender flesh simultaneously with the one he gave her
right buttock.

“Oh God,” Piper moaned, the dual slaps firing
up her senses on all levels, the burn on her ass now reciprocated
on the tender flesh of her pussy, the building pleasure almost too
much to bear.

Chuckling at her uninhibited response, Brody
slapped her again, her labia and buttocks warming with each stroke,
the rain dampening her back and ass, her own juices dampening her
folds as he kept up a steady barrage of smacks, moving from buttock
to buttock, down under the fleshy globes to the top of her thighs
then working his way back up again, all the while keeping up
steady, lighter slaps on her pussy until she was hot to the touch
front and back and she was pleading incoherently for him to fuck
her.

Before he allowed himself that pleasure, he
couldn’t resist bringing her to orgasm with his fingers first,
wanted to watch her face when she came on his fingers. Changing
tactics, he rubbed her ass softly as he slipped three fingers
inside her, her slick walls closing in welcome around him, her
sheath a fist tight grip. “Come for me, Piper,” he demanded
harshly, hoping like hell he could hold back. Not even the cool
rain landing on his exposed cock was enough to tamp down his need
to be inside her again, to feel her clutching his dick as hard as
she was clinging to his fingers.

Piper shuddered when he stopped, moaned when
she heard him lower his zipper and then whimpered when he filled
her with his fingers, his other hand soothing the pulsing ache he
had built on her ass. Her hips jerked against his hand, and when he
landed a lighter slap on her sore cheeks, she splintered apart, his
fingers milking her clit even as she clamped around them, the feel
of his other hand continuously rubbing then slapping her buttocks
worked to send her ever higher as her climax held her entire lower
body in a tight grip of never ending ecstasy.

She barely noticed when he grabbed her hips,
but definitely noticed and cried out as he filled her with one deep
plunge. He felt as big as she remembered, but she was so wet she
had no trouble taking his entire length, no trouble feeling every
hard ridge and delicious stroke against her swollen, sensitive
clit. And absolutely no trouble succumbing to another powerful
climax ripping through her, filling her senses with all the molten
heat of hot lava, roaring through her body with an eruption of
pure, unadulterated pleasure. When he cursed and she felt his cock
jerk inside her with his release, she came again, this time with
him as they rode through pleasure together so intense it bordered
on painful.

By the time Brody was reluctantly pulling out
of her still spasming sheath, the light rain had turned into a
downpour and the sky had gone from milky grey clouds to roiling
black ones. Picking her up, he tossed Piper over his shoulder and
ran inside with her, both of them laughing by the time he shut the
door and lowered her to her feet.

“My clothes are still out there,” Piper
stuttered, laughing.

“They’ll dry. I hope this passes before
Gary’s retirement party tomorrow.”

“You know about that?” Piper asked as she
went down the hall to grab some towels.

Brody grinned as she sashayed those red
cheeks knowing he was watching. “Of course. I’ll be working with
him for a few weeks before I fully take his place.”

Piper came out of the bathroom, her face once
again reflecting surprised shock. “
You’re
the new sheriff?”
She swore her heart wasn’t going to survive one more surprise
today.

Brody walked to her, grabbed the towels,
tossed them aside and drew her into his arms. “I told you I was
here to stay, with you, darlin’.”

And for the first time since she met him,
Piper let herself believe that they might have a future after
all.

Six Months Later

Ian pulled up in front of Haley’s shop, his
cock already hard and ready and he hadn’t even set eyes on her yet.
For six months he had fought returning here to this small bumfuck
town with its quaint streets, friendly residents and awesome
scenery. He had managed to go a whole five days after leaving here
last summer without calling Haley even though it had practically
killed him to wait that long. When he finally caved, hearing her
voice again was all it took to have his cock hard and eager for her
slim body and shy smile, which he told himself at the time, simply
wouldn’t do. They talked and talked and then delayed and delayed
before hanging up only to repeat the same routine a few days later
and every few days since. He didn’t ask if she was seeing anyone,
she didn’t ask if he was fucking anyone. As a matter of fact, they
talked about everything except that.

He now knew more about Haley than he did any
other person besides Brody and he liked it. He liked her. But more
than that, he wanted her. He just hadn’t figured out yet how to
have his cake and eat it too and he hasn’t figured out what she
wants. She had never let on in any way about wanting to resume
their relationship, getting together again, even for a weekend of
nothing but sex, which just irritated the hell out of him. Now that
he was finally ready to explore the possibilities of an all-out
relationship with a woman, she was proving to be impossible to pin
down. Brody and Piper’s wedding was the perfect ice breaker and he
wasn’t above taking advantage of his required presence this weekend
as Brody’s best man to spend another night in Haley’s bed and
convince her to give them a chance at something more.

Getting out of the car, he hurried into her
shop out of the cold, thinking the hint of snow in the air might be
nice since it was two days before Christmas, but made for a damn
cold wedding day. A young girl stood behind the counter and beamed
at him as he walked over.

“Merry Christmas. Looking for a gift for
someone special?”

More like looking for someone special he
thought as he didn’t see Haley in the shop. “I’m looking for Haley
Parsons. Is she around?”

“Oh, sure, she’s upstairs. Just go on up.”
The girl pointed to the stairs even though he knew damn well where
they were.

“Thanks,” he muttered, his anger at the way
she told a total stranger the way to Haley’s private apartment
churning through him. Didn’t the kid, or Haley for that matter,
have a lick of sense? By the time he reached the second floor and
found the door to her apartment unlocked, his anger had him cursing
as he entered her apartment without knocking. “Damn it, Haley,” he
called out. “Get out here.”

Haley couldn’t help but smile when she heard
Ian’s blustering voice, and then practically went giddy when her
body responded with just as much pleasure, her pussy warming in the
hopes of feeling his thick, hard cock fucking her again. She had
been surprised and inordinately pleased when he had called her a
few days after leaving, and had relished every conversation they
had had since. She felt as if she knew him better than she had
known her husband when she married him, knew Ian almost as well as
she knew Piper and she wanted him with every fiber of her being.
But she never thought they could have anything except friendship,
despite the awesome sex they had shared that one night.

She hadn’t spent the past six months pining
for him. She had dated a man she had known for years, a high school
coach and science teacher, but soon discovered there were no sexual
sparks and slowly let the friendship revert back to its platonic
state. When Cole came to town and was looking to hook up since
Piper was now with Brody, she hadn’t hesitated to jump at the
chance of a few days of uncomplicated sex with a nice, really hot
guy. But the only thing she got out of those few days were some
mediocre orgasms and an even bigger desire for Ian. When Ian told
her he’d be here for the wedding, she asked him to stay with her
and was pleased and excited by the way he gruffly replied, ‘Where
else would I stay?’ She just hoped the difficulty of getting over
him again will be worth the pleasure of having him in her bed
again.

Unable to reach the zipper in the back of her
dress, she finally gave up and left her bedroom to see what had him
so irritated. “It’s nice to see you again, too.” God he looked
good. Still dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, his dark hair was
windblown and his dark eyes were snapping as he glared at her
across the room.

“That idiot kid you have working for you sent
me up here without even asking who I was. I could be a deranged
psycho for all either of you know.” Damn but she looked pretty, he
thought as he took in the deep red dress that skimmed her knees and
hugged that slim body. But she’d look prettier out of it. At least
that’s what his cock was telling him.

Haley laughed softly. Was it any wonder she
had missed him so much? “I told her I was expecting someone, Ian.”
Walking to him, she wrapped her arms around him and whispered, “It
is
good to see you again.” And to feel him again as his arms
came around her and molded her against all those hard muscles.

“Ah, fuck it,” Ian swore tightly as he gave
in to the inevitable. He was done pussy footing around this woman.
Fisting his hand in her blond hair, he pulled her head back and
simply devoured her mouth with all the pent up frustration of six
months of indecision.

Haley could do nothing but meet him willingly
and return his kiss just as eagerly. When he backed her against the
wall, she was grateful for the support, when he slid his hand under
her dress and ripped her panties off she didn’t complain and when
he grabbed her ass, lifted her and thrust into her all without
releasing her mouth, she welcomed him with a wet grasp and a low
moan. “Ian, God, I’ve missed you.”

“Here’s how it’s going to be, Haley,” he
ground out as he ground into her over and over. “I’d go fucking
nuts in this town day in and day out, but there’s a position open
on the Branson PD for a detective that I’m looking into.” He
withdrew until just his head was enfolded by her sweet pussy then
shoved back in with a well-aimed thrust, pulling her hips forward
to meet his plunge. “God you’re tight. Where was I?”

“Right here, with me,” she answered still
reeling over the feel of him taking her again with those deep, hard
strokes as well as what he said. “You’re going to be working in
Branson?”

“Maybe. Pull that damn dress down.”

Haley quickly lowered the top, glad she
hadn’t been able to zip the dress and even gladder that she was
braless when he closed his mouth over one turgid nipple and took a
deep pull that went straight to her pussy. “Ian, I can’t wait,” she
gasped right before she clamped tightly around his pistoning cock
in the first of several spasms of pleasure. Rocking against him,
she rode out the pleasure, relishing his deep, guttural groan
against her nipple as his cock swelled and drove relentlessly into
her spasming sheath jerking out his release.