She nods the best she can as I spill my load down her throat. My cock jerks in her hand from aftershocks, and my eyes widen as she flicks her tongue along the shaft like it’s a damn popsicle. I’ve never seen something so damn hot in my life.
When she’s finished cleaning me off, she releases my cock from her mouth with a loudpop. She sits back on her heels, lifting her gaze to meet mine. A bead of cum drips from her bottom lip and without taking her eyes off me, she slowly licks it off, letting out a soft moan of satisfaction.
“Such a good girl,” I croon.
“Yourgood girl,” she corrects me with a smirk.
My eyes flare with possession. “That’s right.Mine.”
She probably thinks this is just playful banter, unaware of how serious I am.
To reclaim a sense of control, I take a deep breath, tucking my semi-hard cock inside my boxers and zipping up my pants.
“Fuck, baby,” I say, groaning. “I had every intention of taking you on a nice date, and now all I can think about is taking you back to my place and making you come with my mouth.”
She flashes me a grin. “Don’t tempt me with a good—” She’s cut off when my phone rings.
“Dammit. I’m sorry—let me check to make sure it’s not urgent.” I pull out my phone and sigh, holding a finger to my lips before answering. “Hi, Sheriff Matterson.”
Birdie’s eyes grow wide, but she stays silent.
“I need you at the Blue Moon Tavern. There was a bar fight, and at least one patron is headed to the hospital,” he starts, and I can hear someone cussing up a storm in the background. “It’s going to be all hands on deck taking statements and potentially making an arrest. It’ll probably take all night.”
I have far more important things to do like take his daughter back to my place and feast on her pussy. But if I don’t show up at the bar to help make sure things are done right, mistakes will get made, and it’ll be a damn headache to fix later.
I rake a hand through my hair, glance over at Bridie, and mouth the words, “I’m sorry.”
“I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” I grumble to the sheriff.
“I knew I could count on you, Halstead. See you soon,” he replies before ending the call.
“Guess duty calls, huh?” Birdie says, trying not to sound disappointed.
I set my phone on the dash, and cup her face with my hands. “Lesson seventy-two: Never let a man leave you wanting,” I say, letting out a resigned sigh. “And now I’m the jackass asking you to make an exception.” I rest my forehead against hers.
“I’ll accept your rain check on one condition,” Birdie says, a smirk playing on her lips.
I draw back, raising a brow. “What’s that?”
“You bring a veggie burger and sweet potato fries when you make it up to me.”
“I’ll do you one better and have Earl bring one to your house within the hour,” I reply, capturing her mouth in a kiss.
The least I can do for cutting our night short is to show her how much she means to me and make sure she gets the meal she’s been craving.
Afternoon Delight
Shortly after Walker received an emergency call from my dad, I got one from him too. Mama’s night nurse couldn’t make it because she came down with the flu, and he was tied up with the same public disturbance at the bar he’d called Walker about, which promised to keep them busy well into the morning.
Once I made sure the animals were settled in, the kittens and I spent the night at my parents’. Since they have to be bottle-fed, it was easier to bring them along than to worry about going back and forth. I could have asked someone to watch them, but that would’ve raised questions about why I had to stay with my mama.
Earl, of course, wouldn’t stop grilling me when he showed up to drive me. He still had lipstick on his neck and was wearinghis shirt backward—what I assumed had been a late-night rendezvous with Ethel. Somehow, though, he still managed to pick up the veggie burger and sweet potato fries that Walker had asked him to grab from Prickly Pear Diner before coming to get me.
I fell asleep in Mama’s bed, wanting to stay close in case she needed me. Each rise and fall of her chest was a comforting reminder that she’s still here with me.
When I wake up, I find her watching me, a weary smile on her lips.
“Good m-morning, honey,” she says, voice a little shaky.
