He didn’t need me to tell him twice. His mouth was back on me immediately, and this time there was nothing tentative about it. He took me deep, his throat relaxing around me in a way that suggested this wasn’t his first time, despite what his earlier nervousness might have implied. Those trips to Austin clearly hadn’t been wasted.
The thought should have bothered me—picturing Marcus with other men—but instead it just made me hotter. The idea that he’d been doing this in secret, hiding this part of himself, starving for connection while maintaining that stoic sheriff facade for the whole town. It felt like living a fantasy I didn’t know I had.
“Fuck, Marcus,” I groaned, my hips jerking up involuntarily. He didn’t pull back, just gripped my thighs harder and took it, letting me fuck his mouth with shallow thrusts that were driving me absolutely insane.
I’d had plenty of blowjobs in my life. More than I could count, honestly. But there was something about this—about Marcus on his knees for me in his office, still wearing his sheriff’s badge even though his pants were around his ankles—that was doing things to me I didn’t want to examine too closely.
His tongue worked along the underside of my cock, finding that spot that made me see stars, and I couldn’t hold back the string of curses that fell from my lips. My fingers tightened in his hair, and I felt him moan around me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my entire body.
“I’m close,” I warned him, giving him the same courtesy he’d given me. “Marcus, I’m gonna?—”
But he didn’t pull off. Instead, he doubled down, one hand coming up to cup my balls while the other gripped my hip, holding me in place as he worked me with single-minded determination. His eyes met mine, and the need in them was what pushed me over the edge.
I came with a strangled cry, my whole body going rigid as pleasure crashed over me in waves. Marcus swallowed around me, taking everything I gave him, and the sight of it was incredible. There was the town sheriff on his knees, swallowing my cum like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. It was almost enough to get me hard again immediately.
When I finally came back to myself, boneless and satisfied in a way I hadn’t been in months, Marcus was pressing gentle kisses to my inner thighs, his hands stroking soothing patterns on my skin. The tenderness of it caught me off guard.
“Jesus,” I breathed, running my fingers through his hair more gently now. “You’re full of surprises, Sheriff.”
He pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and I saw a flush of pride color his cheeks at the compliment. “I told you,” he said, his voice rough and wrecked. “It’s been a long time. But I haven’t forgotten how.”
I pulled him up by his shirt collar and forced my lips to his. “Make sure you don’t,” I said, biting at his lower lip as he pulled away. “Because I want another one of those as soon as you’re ready.”
His cheeks reddened, his hand reaching down to stroke his own cock. “Anytime you want, beautiful.”
My heart did a little flip. A pet name already? This sheriff was fucking dangerous.
Chapter 12
Marcus
Icouldn’t remember a more restful night’s sleep. After getting my mind absolutely blown, literally and figuratively, by Xavier, I found myself feeling more relaxed than ever. Sure, I always felt good after my trips to Austin, but this was something else entirely. Instead of just plain relief I actually felt…happy.
When I came into the office the next morning, even Mrs. Baxter noticed. She said there was a ‘hitch in my giddy up’ that hadn’t been there before. However, I didn’t hang around long enough to give her a chance to ask questions. Instead, I got right into my work for the day.
The work was meant to distract me from thoughts of Xavier. As much as I tried not to think about his pretty lips stretched around my cock, I found myself reliving those moments over and over again. Several times I reached down to adjust myself, my dick straining against the fabric of my jeans, a little wet spot of pre-cum leaking through thanks to my excitement. But I couldn’t bring myself to be annoyed about it. I felt far too good for that. And I couldn’t wait to see Xavier again.
I was just settling into some paperwork when my phone buzzed on the desk. I grabbed it, expecting maybe a text fromXavier. Instead, I saw it was a call from Beau Turner. What could he want?
I swiped to answer, bringing the phone to my ear. “Sheriff Webb.”
“Marcus, hey,” Beau’s voice came through, and I could hear the tension in it immediately. “Sorry to bother you, but we’ve got a situation out here at the ranch.”
My good mood evaporated instantly, replaced by the familiar weight of duty. “What kind of situation?”
“Well, similar to what Dakota had over at the Baker Ranch,” he replied, sounding a bit unsure. “There’s some things… weird stuff, that’s gone missin’. Dakota told me about callin’ you out the other day and as soon as he told me the story, stuff started disappearin’ from here too. Do you think you can come out and take a look?”
I straightened in my chair, my good mood completely gone now. “Yeah, I can be there in about twenty minutes. What’s missing?”
“A couple things,” Beau said, and I could hear him moving around, probably walking through the ranch house. “My great-granddaddy’s pocket watch for one. It was solid gold, been in the family for four generations. I kept it in a display case in the office. And then there’s this fancy belt buckle I won at the state rodeo back in high school. Sterling silver with turquoise inlay. Worth a couple thousand dollars.”
“I remember that buckle,” I said as I grabbed a pen and started taking notes. “When did you notice they were gone?”
“This morning. I went into the office this morning to start paperwork and the case was empty. Then I went to get dressed and noticed the buckle was missing from the shelf.” He paused. “Marcus, I’m startin’ to think maybe Dakota was right. That whoever’s been stealing from the Baker Ranch is hittin’ us now too.”
“Could be,” I agreed, my mind already running through the possibilities. The footprints we’d found, that makeshift camp in the woods… Nothing had been caught on the trail cams, but maybe our thief had just moved locations. “Have you noticed anyone hanging around the property? Any strangers?”
“Not that I’ve seen. But we’ve had a lot of guests lately with the wedding coming up. Some of Lucas’s old coworkers and family from my side. Even a few last-minute regulars before we close down for the weddin’. We’ve got people coming and going all the time.” Beau sighed heavily. “Could be anyone, really.”
