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Once Cuffed

By Ava James

“Are you sure about this?” Danie asked her best friend over the phone.

“Yes, now floor it. Mike should be sitting on the side of the highway. If he’s radaring the road, you’re sure to get pulled over.”

Danie shifted the truck into fifth gear and watched the odometer needle rise. Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty, sixty-one— “All right Melody, but if I get a ticket, you’re gonna be responsible for paying it!”

“Hey, I’ll get it fixed. Let me know how it goes.” Melody was a dispatch officer for the local Sheriff’s department, so Danie had no doubt she could get it taken care of for her.

She peered down at the odometer once more—sixty-eight, sixty-nine, seventy. Danie wasn’t really sure how much faster her old truck could go. Her eyes scanned the highway, but the headlights showed nothing except open road. She traveled a few more miles and was about to turn onto the off ramp, when bright red and blue lights flashed in her rear view mirror. Sirens filled the night air and she slowed down. Danie pulled to the side of the road, hoping Mike was the officer behind the wheel of the squad car riding down on her bumper.

If he wasn’t, she’d die of embarrassment.

She pulled her coat closed tight and reapplied her lip gloss. Her stomach was a flutter of anxious nerves when she saw the darkened figure exit the car. The shadowed effect of the headlights didn’t help her determine whether it was Mike or not.

“License and registration, Miss.”

She knew who this officer was as soon as he spoke—Mike. Her heart raced and adrenaline pumped into her veins.

“Danie?” He shined the flashlight in her face. “What in the world are you doing out here—speeding?!”

She swallowed her nervous jitters and replied, “Trying to get your attention.” She allowed the top of her coat to fall open.

Mike’s flashlight fell onto her exposed skin. Never, ever, in her wildest imaginings did she think she would get into her truck with only a coat on and attempt to seduce a Sheriff’s Deputy—but, here she was.

The cold night air, or the weight of his stare, made her nipples pucker. He could now see a full view of her assets.

“I thought you didn’t want to see me?” he said, his voice low.

“I was stupid. Will you forgive me?”

“If this is how you apologize, I’ll never say no.” He leaned in the window and kissed her, the contact a soft brush of his lips against hers—a good start.

“When you get off, I intend to get you off. Meet me at my place in half an hour.” She trailed her finger over his bulletproof-vest-encased chest. Seeing him in uniform made warmth coil in the center of her body. He’d never looked better.

“I’ll be there.”

“You better get back to the station then.” She smiled and hoped he was as turned on as she right now.

“Don’t go changing your mind.” He walked back to his car.

This time she wasn’t going to change her mind. Derek was out of her life for good, and she wasn’t going to look back. No, tonight she would put an officer between her thighs.

* * * *

The clock on the wall read five minutes past midnight. Mike should have just clocked out. Within a few moments, he would arrive on her door step.

Danie brushed her fingers through her short hair. She placed a note on the door to instruct Mike to come in. A trail of small votive candles in glass holders on the floor led to her bedroom. In that particular room, soft music played in the background while she straightened her sheets. An old fashioned oil lamp provided the only light in the room while it filled the air with a fresh lavender scent. She fluffed her pillows and considered whether she should sit on the bed…or stand?

Walking around naked, waiting for him, made her even wetter. In the distance, she heard the sound of tires on the gravel drive. She avoided the temptation to walk over to the window to look out.

Danie decided to stand at the foot of her bed with her hand wrapped about the bedpost. The dewy wetness between her thighs gathered on her lips, her stomach heavy with desire. The sound of the front door being closed and locked reached her anxious ears.

Finally, after all this time, she was about to get a taste of him.

She listened intently as his booted steps came closer. When he pushed open her bedroom door, she stood straighter before him. He still wore his uniform and it was such a turn-on. There was nothing like a man with a gun strapped to his belt.

His warm gaze traveled down her body like a caress. Mike stepped closer to her and reached out to run the back of his hand down her arm. He looked her in her eyes with a scorching heat and she thought she’d melt. He’d better fuck her soon or she’d come on the floor before him.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you,” he whispered.

“Yes I do, since the fourth grade. I was too stupid to realize it.” It took a failed marriage and two decades for her to see that Michael House was more than a friend. How was she supposed to know that the skinny kid who sat by her on the bus would end up being her Prince Charming?

She reached out and took his hand in hers. When Danie pulled his palm to her breast, he squeezed. The feel of his hands on her was divine. He massaged her soft skin, rolled her puckered nipple between his fingers. She leaned into him, kissing him hard. She wanted Mike to know how much she wanted him—how much she needed him.

He responded with a demand that made her heart pound faster. Mike pushed her back against the post, enclosing her in his strong arms. The cold steel of his baton and the gun butt pressed against her heated flesh. She slipped her fingers beneath the rim of his duty belt and pulled his shirt free. Danie’s nimble fingers dipped into his boxer briefs to grasp his elongated cock. She gripped it tight in her palm.

A click, click, click followed the feel of cold metal around her right wrist. He pulled her other hand from his pants. She looked up into Mike’s lust filled eyes and realized he was cuffing her. A jolt of erotic anticipation coursed over her body. Next a metal ring enclosed her left wrist behind her back. It tightened with a few more clicks.

He kissed her soft, then pulled away. “I’ve always dreamed of doing this.” He unbuttoned his iron-pressed uniform. In a matter of seconds, he tossed it to the floor. Next, he unbuckled his duty belt. He laid it out on her dresser. He unzipped his pants, slow. Mike watched her as he pulled the boots from his feet and dropped his pants to the floor. He stepped out of the clothing. Now, he stood before her in his cotton briefs and bullet proof vest.

He grabbed the Velcro of the vest’s strap and tore it free, one after another. From his well-muscled torso down to his aroused concealed weapon, Danie’s eyes feasted on every inch he freed. The fact she couldn’t touch him made it all the hotter. He placed the one method of protection their act required, a condom, on his cock.

Mike took a step toward her, and lowered his mouth to hers. His kiss was far shorter than Danie craved. Instead, he moved to her throat, kissed his way down the graceful column onto her shoulder. He swept his tongue across her collar bone. It was torture—pure and simple.

“Touch me, please.” She whimpered with need.

He made no answer but brought his hand to her thigh. He traced his fingers lightly over her skin before rounding his palm around to grip her ass. She raised her knee to his waist, clinging to him the only way she could. He brushed his fingertips across her exposed pussy lips. She moaned. Danie arched into his hand, he teased her. He let his fingers touch her outer lips but withheld them from deeper penetration. Meanwhile, his lips swept lower to her left breast. Mike brought his hand up to hold her breast to his mouth. He suckled her hard and she gasped.

His fingers stroked her clitoris and another moan escaped her mouth. She pushed her body against his hardened planes, ready to take him into her.

“Tell me you want me,” he said between nips to her nipple.

“Oh, Mike…I need you…I want you, now!”

He suckled her hard once more, then slipped his cock free of his briefs. The hard length pressed against her exposed core. She rose onto her tiptoes and slid her wet lips against the hot length of him. He grabbed her ass, lifted her that last bit, and thrust in deep and hard.

The sensation of his firm cock filling her, his strong hand holding her, his binding cuffs restraining her—it all made Danie’s head swim in erotic bliss. She sighed when he started to thrust slow and steady. She gripped the carved wooden bed post in both hands.

“Deeper, oh deeper—” She moved with him. The pressure of her orgasm built. The metal of the cuffs bit into her wrists as she moved up and down with his thrusts. The pain brought even more pleasure. Mike bent his head to her breast and thrust in time with his sucking. She arched into his mouth, moaning in brutal ecstasy.

Oh, she was soooo close. He pulled her thigh higher, relentless in his attack. He ravaged her senseless. A wave of orgasmic wonder burst in her with an exceptionally deep thrust.

Her own warm cum coated her thighs. Mike continued to urge ripple upon ripple of ecstasy from her. She felt his muscles tighten as his own orgasm built. Danie nipped at his neck and sucked on his salty skin. His breathing increased. She flexed the muscles of her womb around him. A thrust later, he released.

Sweaty, bound and joined, they stood together.

Why hadn’t she done this weeks ago? Because she was too afraid to let go. Now, she couldn’t imagine anywhere she’d rather be. The scent of their mingled arousal filled the air in the room while the low country music played in the background. It was only now that the sound of the music entered her consciousness again. She didn’t intend on paying the music anymore attention though. Once he uncuffed her, she would show him how a true cowgirl rode her cowboy.

The End

ABOUT AVA JAMES

Ava James is an avid writer and reader of everything romance. She lives near the ‘Gateway to the West’ with her husband, their English bulldog and two cats. Marrying her high school sweetheart, she is a hopeless romantic. Can’t you tell already? You can find Ms. James at http://avajames.weebly.com and http://avajamesromance.blogspot.com

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TANGLED ROOTS

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Simone is having a bad day. Not only has she broken up with Toy Boy Toby, she’s been fired from her high-powered job! Now, in hopes of raising capital to start a business of her own, Simone must sell the old family cottage. But the lakeside cabin rejuvenates her soul, and her wise neighbour Moses sparks a new flame. Only with the guidance of this tattooed man devoted to healing can Simone overcome humiliation. Passion comes easy, but is this power-hungry businesswoman ready for love of the compassionate variety?

MANIC READER REVIEW BY ELIZABETH

“The passion in this story was very good, and the scenes were very imaginative. This was a good short story, perfect for those days when you want to escape for just a little while.”

Warning: This title contains graphic language and sex

Excerpt From TANGLED ROOTS:

“A Canadian is someone who knows how to make love in a canoe.”

~Pierre Berton

* * *

“I love you, Moses,” Simone said in disbelief. “I love you.”

Kissing her forehead, Moses replied. “Maybe you do. And maybe you’re looking for something beautiful to counterbalance the pain. Either way, Simone, you are loved. You are worthy of love. I guarantee it.”

The tears she cried turned from tortured to awed, like when she used to cry in church, never knowing why. Running her hands across the prickly hair of his head, Simone pulled Moses in to take comfort in the warmth of his mouth. His tongue tasted of black liquorice and of her. She kissed him hungrily, desperately, like she could consume his spiritual knowledge this way.

Simone expected him to push her away, ask her to stop, she was too emotional. He didn’t. No, Moses kissed her back, wrapping her body in his tremendous arms, leaning her down until her hair touched the pine needles. Hungry for love in any form, in all its forms, Simone pulled off her clinging top. Firelight kissed Moses’ skin, making him look like an angel in hell, while it warmed her naked breasts.

“I’m sure,” she said in anticipation of the question he was probably about to ask.

Her eager nipples piqued in expectation, pointing up to the greener than green treetops. The bristle of his hair excited Simone’s skin as Moses journeyed down to her breasts. There he worshipped, taking the luscious orbs in his hands as he pressed his beautiful face into them. Softly, he kissed the malleable flesh on either side of her cleavage, leaving wet lip marks in his wake. Slowly, he ran his hot tongue along the cleave, from the base of her round breasts up.

His soft mouth against her nipples sent a message, like an electrical current through her body. The feel of his wet tongue on the flesh of her breasts ignited her pussy, and that raindrop feeling came back to her abdomen. She was more than ready. She wanted this beautiful, sexy, tattooed man. So frickin’ badly.

“Grab the boat safety kit?” Simone requested.

Moses threw her an odd glance as he reached out for it. When he saw what she’d packed, he chuckled and clicked his teeth like she was a naughty puppy. “You planned this,” he accused, pulling a condom from the container.

Still sniffling, Simone replied with a laugh. “I only planned to have sex with you, not tell you my life story. Anyway, I told you I was feeling Canadian today.”

“Maybe we should wait ‘til we’re back in the canoe, then,” Moses suggested.

Simone giggled deep in her throat, pulling his bathing suit down with her toes. “Get these off!”

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