“You seem out of sorts.”
“You seem like an undercover playboy.” It comes out like an accusation, catching me way fucking off guard, making a bark of laughter leave me. "Don't you laugh at me." She points one of her shiny pink nails in my direction. "Well, unless I'm telling a joke.Then obviously laugh because I'm pretty funny." She stares at me. "Agree!" she orders after a few seconds.
"You are funny," I agree. "And I'm not laughing at you. It was a ridiculous thing for you to say, and it caught me off guard."
"It's not ridiculous that I'm funny." She smirks, getting her footing back, knowing that wasn't what I meant, but I'm still going to say it because shit needs to be made real fuckin clear around here.
"The playboy comment." I take her coat from her hands and open it for her. She slides her arms inside.
“Well, what am I supposed to think?”
“I have never been in a position to say those things to you, but I’m not shy. I have no problem asking you how tight your pussy is. If you let me eat it again without the panties this time.” Her lips part in a small gasp. “A couple of licks.” I step into her. “You let me taste at least that. All I could think about all day.”
Kindred licks her lips. “Really?” Now it’s her that’s appearing shy.
“All fuckin day.”
“That’s not good. You’re supposed to be watching over this town, not thinking about those things.”
“Eating your pussy kind of things.” I fill those words right in, knowing that my filthy mouth is working for her. Thank fuck because I’m only saying out loud what I’m thinking. It’s always been there; I just hadn’t voiced it. “Are you getting wet right now?” Even with the panties in the way, I still got a taste of her sweetness.
“We can’t have the sheriff distracted.” She licks her lips again, and I know I’m getting close to what I want. Kindred pretends to right her coat. “So I shall allow you to do this to me.” Kindred doesn’t meet my eyes when she says it.
I really had no clue she’d be this bashful. I don’t know why, but it does it for me. Then again, everything works for me when it comes to her.
“Been thinking about those lips too.”
“You want a kiss?”
“I’ll take one, but I meant them wrapped around my cock. That’s been distracting me all day too.”
This time, she does shock the hell out of me with her response. "We'll see about that after you get your fill of it."
"Your pussy?"
"Oh my God," she whispers under her breath. "Yes. If you're good at that, then maybe I'll allow the other thing." Her chin goes up, and she turns, walking out of her office.
I follow her… I always will.
Chapter Sixteen
KINDRED
My whole face is on fire. This new Cash is a lot to catch up with, but maybe it’s not new at all. I suppose there might be another side to me because I agreed to letting him go down on me, and if it’s sticker-worthy, I might return the favor.
Holy hellballs.
“You all right, Cupcake?”
"I don't know what I am." I tell him the truth. He’s got me feeling all over the darn place. "I think I'm trying to play catch-up. I thought we were fake-dating to the wedding—" Here I thought I was the one that was a handful.
"Not fake," he says in a tone that lets me know he’s being serious.
"Then, when I'm kissing you in the bar because all the girls were looking at you with those big heart eyes you see in cartoons, and not to mention the new deputy, who I don't like, mind you, and I'm even more upset at her for making me not like her. I don't like not being able to like other women. Then, you're all putting your face between my legs and talking flirty." It all comes tumbling out. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t even make sense to him,but I had to get it all out. It helps that he's driving, so he can't stare at me while I do it.
"Jealous?"
"Did I say I was jealous?"
