Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
I could tell from the tone in his voice he wasn’t at all interested in being talked out of it. I batted my eyelashes at him. “But, Sheriff, I was just doing what you said. You said if I walked into the trees and acted like a good boy for you, you wouldn’t write me up…”
He laughed and shook his head. “Shut the fuck up before I lose my boner.”
I turned to face the tree behind me and waggled my bare ass at him. “Is this good enough for you, sir? Am I being a good boy?”
Foster moved up behind me, a thick finger with cold gel moving straight to my hole. “Role-playing isn’t for you, sweetheart.”
I sucked in a breath as he deliberately dragged his fingertip down along my gland. “Dr. Blake, are you sure this… this kind of exam is necessary for a sprained ankle?”
Foster’s large hand came around and clamped over my mouth. “How about pretending to be a pain in the ass getting fucked against a tree?” he murmured against the back of my ear. “Can you do that for me?”
I closed my eyes and made a sound of agreement as he pushed his slick cock between my cheeks. I was up on my toes, the rough bark from the tree sharp against my forehead. The intrusion of his giant dick required me panting through my nose as my body stretched to accommodate his.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, making my stomach clench. “Such a good boy for me.”
My eyes rolled up. Foster’s muscled forearm tightened around my front as he began thrusting into me, continuing to murmur dirty encouragement in my ear as his other hand tightened over my mouth.
The breeze blew across my skin, but I hardly felt it. I did feel the familiar scratch of his happy trail on my skin, the softness of his lips on my ear, and the solid anchor of his larger frame around mine.
I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if anyone came upon us like this, he’d do anything within his power to hide me from view, even if that meant sacrificing himself and his entire career.
Foster was rock solid. Dependable. Loyal. Kind.
And I was gone for him.
As he continued to fuck me against that tree, giving me everything I wanted, I felt euphoric, like I was high on the very best pain meds.
Unfortunately, even the best highs only end in one of two ways.
And neither one of them was enjoyable.
21
FOSTER
I had to admit, I was feeling pret-ty good when I walked out of the woods after the trail sex. My legs were nice and loose, my brain was calmer than it had been in days, and I was even grateful one of my students had volunteered to keep Chickie back since she’d be involved in the search and rescue exercise later in the day.
So maybe that was why I didn’t have my guard up when the attack came from an unexpected angle.
“You’re expected at the cookout tonight,” Trace said as my team huddled around the table in the makeshift command tent during the exercise.
“What cookout?”
“Over at the Marian lodge. The family’s celebrating Hazel’s recovery, and they wanted to include everyone who had a hand in her rescue. I told them you’d be there.”
I scrambled for a reason I couldn’t go, but he was onto me.
“I told them you’d be there,” he repeated more slowly, giving me a flinty look as if challenging me to argue with him. “And since the Marian family donated the land we’re standing on for the establishment of SERA, I would consider it a kind of… oh, let’s say command performance.”
I breathed out through my nose. “Yes, sir. Looking forward to it, sir. Sounds amazing.”
He rolled his eyes. “Simmer down, asshole. No one ever died from a backyard burger.”
I chose not to tell him about the time I had to respond to a natural gas fire at the Majestic River campground. “Sure. Sounds safe as fuck,” I said instead. “My kind of event.”
At least that got a laugh out of the man. “Thanks. I’d offer to keep the pup, but I’m sure you’ll want to use her as social lube.”
I shuddered. “Don’t make it sound nasty.”
He shrugged. “It’s either that or alcohol, and I don’t recommend getting drunk around some of those folks. One time, Teddy Marian got drunk and woke up with a tiny tattoo of a squirrel nestled in his pubes. Almost ruined his marriage. Oh! And stay away from anyone over the age of eighty. They’re the ones you need to watch out for.”
I stared after him as he sauntered away.
Tommy’s voice appeared low in my ear. “Staring at another man’s ass already? It’s only been an hour since you had your—”
I spun around and clapped my hand over his mouth again, making his eyes flare hot enough to harden my cock again. I quickly yanked my hand away, glancing around to see if anyone had seen. Thankfully, everyone was too busy focusing on the exercise.