As if to prove her point, she inelegantly shimmied out of her jeans to reveal white panties that were visibly drenched. ‘I’m so turned on, Benji,’ and it was that promise that made him feel better. As long as she was getting something –pleasure– out of it. Because it didn’t matter what she said, he knew where he was from and what he brought to their relationship. His dad showing up was the reminder he was always trying to forget. He knew he had to work to be worthy of her, even if saying it aloud would piss her off.
‘Seeing you on your knees for me undoes me, Sierra,’ was all he could say. But he released her hair, giving her unspoken permission to continue.
And Sierra did not hesitate.
She took him deep, so deep that he hit the back of her throat. ‘Fuck. Look at you,’ he groaned. ‘So greedy.’
Sierra made a humming noise that sounded like a purr of approval, and Benji’s vision blurred as his sensitive dick throbbed in her mouth. Sweat broke out across his brow as he resisted, trying to hold on for her, to give her more time, more of him.
And Sierra, knowing him too well, raised one hand and gently squeezed him.
Benji stumbled and reached out to brace himself on the desk.
‘Christ, Si. I’m going to come,’ he panted. He thrust his hips, fucking her mouth when he couldn’t hold back any longer.
And Sierra, the little savage, closed her lips, squeezing him tighter as her head moved back and forth with his every thrust.
Benji came on a roar.
He spilled into her, unable to look away as she drank him down, and when he finally pulled back and out of her mouth, she licked her swollen, red lips like a goddamn cat that had just snacked on a cage full of canaries.
The wicked gleam in her eyes had him hard again almost instantly. Sierra only raised one eyebrow, said, ‘And you were worried about your stamina.’
‘I wasn’t worried about my stamina. There is no man on God’s green earth that wouldn’t come from watching you on your knees with your lips wrapped around his cock.’ He held out one hand, and when she took it, he hauled her to her feet and then straight up into his arms.
He hobbled to the desk and laid her on her back before kicking off his shoes and jeans. Then, because it felt weird to be in only a shirt, he stripped that too, and it was only once he was completely naked that he knelt on the floor, strung her legs over his shoulders, and said, ‘My turn.’
Chapter 20
Despite Sierra’s assurance that his father had hurt her accidentally, when the Sheriff called Benji to tell him that Silas was in a cell in the Santa Barbara Sheriff’s County Office, sleeping off the booze so that they could charge him with his third official DUI, Benji went down to the station.
He knew the way. After all, it wasn’t the first time he’d made this particular drive.
By the time he got there, the station was minutes from closing, but Benji only walked up to the counter, protected by a black glass screen, and said, ‘Evening, Patsy.’
The elderly officer behind the desk sighed. ‘Bob’s waiting for you in the back, Benji.’
‘Thanks.’ Benji tapped the desk once and then walked through to Sheriff Gaffrey’s office.
The Sheriff was a large, square-faced man who carried his two-hundred and seventy pounds like an ex-linebacker. But his intimidating physicality was offset by kind eyes – and the fact that he’d let Benji and Mav off the hook for a few run-ins when they’d been teens. Like the time they’d been caught trespassing when they’d snuck onto Harry Hornley’s land to rescue his old, abused dog from the man’s relentless beatings. Or the barfight a drunk cowboy had started by groping a young woman at the bar, and that Benji and Mav had finished.
Despite the time of day, Bob looked up from a cup of coffee and sat back in his chair when Benji walked in. ‘Evenin’, Benji.’
‘Sheriff.’ Benji sat down and rested his forearms on his knees, exhausted. He didn’t make small talk. Only asked, ‘How bad is it?’
‘Bad. And given his history, he’s gonna serve some jail time this time around.’
Benji’s stomach twisted with sick resentment. ‘Good,’ he practically spat the words. ‘How long?’
‘Depends on what the DA can wrangle for him. Could be up to six months, and when he gets out, he probably won’t get his licence back for a while. Knowing Sierra, she won’t want to push the assault charge, so he might only have a short probationary period and some DUI education programmes once he’s out. TBD.’
‘There’s nothing I can do to push the assault charge?’
Bob raised his eyebrows.
‘He touched her, Bob.’ When the Sheriff only nodded, Benji added, ‘When it was my mom or me, it was hard enough, you know. She refuses to leave, and I accepted a long time ago that you can’t save someone who doesn’t want saving. I got out as soon as possible, and I left that life behind. But this time, he went too far. He touched her,’ he repeated, his hands curling into fists.
‘I’ll mention public endangerment or something in any plea negotiations. It won’t change much, but it’ll put a pin in the jail time.’
