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Rileigh and the Cop

By: indianfire



Author's Note: This is short, but rough and sweet. I hope you like it. Please vote, and feel free to leave a comment or send feedback. Thank you for reading!

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My pulse jumped as soon as I saw the flashing red and blue lights in my rearview mirror. Damnit! I did not need a ticket. I sighed and pulled over to the side of the road. I rolled my window down for the cop. His flashlight was bright in the dark of the night. 

"Hello Officer." I said brightly. It wouldn't be the first time I tried to flirt my way out of a ticket. Last time the cop had caught me going more than 20 over. You don't just go the speed limit when there's a Coach sale. I won't say how, but I didn't get a ticket that night.

"Are you aware that you were going 78 in a 60?" The cop asked.

Wow, today must have been a slow day for me. It was normally safe to go that speed out here in the middle of nowhere; the sheriff's department had better things to do.

"Was I really going that fast, Officer?"

"Please step out of the car Miss."

Uh oh, this was not going as planned. It was time to turn up the charm. I couldn't really make out his face in the darkness, but from what I could tell he had a nice body. I wouldn't mind giving him a blowjob to get out of the ticket. I liked to suck cock, and I wanted to bet that with his build, he'd have a thick and yummy cock. 

I stepped out of the car in my short black dress. There were certain advantages to coming home from a party at 3 o'clock in the morning. I was also wearing what I liked to refer to as my fuck-me heels: four inch high black stilettos. The only thing underneath the dress was a black silk thong. My breasts were practically spilling out of the top. Though my breasts weren't enormous, they were a 36C. If the Officer could resist me, he wasn't straight.

I stepped right up to him and began whispering into his ear.

"I'm sure we can sort this all out Officer. There's no need for a ticket."

"Are you trying to bribe me, Miss?"

I sank to my knees in front of him and figured that no explanation was necessary. My hand reached for the button of his pants, but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me. His touch was firm and just bordering on painful. 

"Get up." 

"I think you'll like it if you give me a chance to show you," I insisted.

Wow, normally it wasn't this hard to give a guy a blowjob. Maybe this guy was just a stickler and he was going to give me a ticket. I did NOT need that, I already had enough points on my license. 

"I said, get up."

Sighing, I did as he asked. I expected him to take out a pen and start writing me a ticket, but I was severely surprised.

"So you want to earn your way out of a ticket do you? You've been a very naughty girl. I think I may have to show you a thing or two."

My heart started pounding faster. What was he talking about? Oral wasn't good enough? What was he going to do? Panic started to creep its way up my throat. We were far away from civilization, I couldn't really tell what he looked like, and this guy probably knew enough about the law to get away with whatever he was going to do to me. 

"Luckily enough for you, I'm not a killer. I'm just horny and I need more than a blowjob to satisfy me." His words made the hair on the back of my neck stand up, but his voice caressed my nerves and made me want to melt. Being at his mercy was slightly frightening, but it was also turning me on. What can I say? I like it kinky.

He backed me into my car and put his mouth on mine. His lips were soft but the kiss was a little rough. I could feel his teeth scrape my lip and his tongue was thrusting harshly into my mouth. He wound his hand into my long hair to hold my head in place. His hard cock was pressing into my belly. I was right: his cock was thick and felt delicious. I had never been willing to have sex to get out of a ticket, but suddenly the idea was appealing. The thought of having that cock in my pussy was making my mouth water. I wasn't going to say anything though. This was too much fun, and the fear was intoxicating.

When he broke the kiss we were both panting. My lips felt swollen and my pussy felt wet. I wanted more. I just hoped he would keep giving it.

The hand that was in my hair slid down to my neck. His skilled fingers undid my halter top, letting my breasts spill free against his chest. My nipples were hard and they felt tingly. I was more aroused than I could ever remember being. A cop was fondling me on the side of the road where anyone could see. 

"Please, stop. Don't touch me." The words were coming out of my mouth, but I didn't really mean it. I would probably cry if he stopped, but I felt like I should be protesting.

"Don't worry, I won't. I know you want it, I can smell it."

So, he can see right through me. Oh well, I was okay with it as long as it meant he wasn't stopping. This felt too good for him to stop. It felt so good and naughty to break the rules. 

He brushed his thumb over my nipple and I whimpered. A jolt of wicked pleasure speared down to my pussy. My thong had to be drenched. I began unbuttoning his shirt. His muscles looked delicious, and they felt delicious too. I leaned forward to flick my tongue up his chest and was rewarded with a groan. It sent tingles down my spine. He slid a hand under my skirt and rubbed his hand against my thong. I was sure he could feel me wet. He growled like something wild and I could feel a shiver rock his body, but I didn't think it was because he was cold. 

"Enough messing around. You feel so good, too good. I hope you're ready for this Baby."

He hurried to get his pants down around his ankles. Without warning, he picked me up and tore my thong off. I wrapped my legs around his waist, bracing myself against the car. I felt the tip of his cock press against my wet cunt. It was a tease; I wanted the whole thing. 

In one thrust he slid all the way into me. I cried out. It was a little painful. He was much bigger than I thought, one of the biggest cocks I've ever had in me. I could feel him stretching my tight pussy. If I hadn't been so wet, it would've hurt a whole lot more. 

"God, Baby, you're so much tighter than I thought."

I could tell he was struggling to stay still to give me time to adjust. He was sweet for being such a naughty cop. 

My pussy was throbbing, but I was ready for more. I wiggled to slide down his cock. He chuckled and got the hint. His hips pushed forward and I could feel him go as deep as possible. It made me crazy, it felt so good. He started pounding into me, hard and rough. He didn't know, but that was just the way I liked it. I could feel and orgasm building. His moans only heightened my arousal. When he bit down on my neck I couldn't hold back anymore. I came screaming with my cunt clenching tight around his dick. 

I thought he would start cumming with me, but he just pushed harder. His thrusts became more erratic and fierce. It made my orgasm rip through me even harder, like one rolling after another. My throat was sore from all of the screaming. My entire body was shaking with the aftershocks of the first orgasm, but he wasn't done yet. Sweat coated his chest, but he just kept ramming into me. I was getting closer to another orgasm. He kissed my neck and then applied a suction; he was going to mark me. It tipped me over the edge. 

This time he came with me. I could feel long sticky streams of cum coat the inside of my pussy. It was pure rapture. Sex had never felt so good before in my life. Afterward, he seemed a little shaky. I was surprised he was still able to support my weight. 

"You're much too sweet to be selling yourself so short Rileigh Daniels." He lifted my chin so he could kiss me one last time.

A few minutes later he set me on my feet. He redid the halter on my dress and then ushered me back into my car. He straightened out his uniform and was about to walk away before I stopped him. He turned and waited.

"Please, one last thing before you go. Tell me your name, or at least your first name."

He thought about it for a minute, and then he answered.

"Michael, my name is Michael."

Rileigh and the Cop Ch. 02



Author's Note: Here's the second chapter my readers asked for. I hope you all enjoy, even if this is your first time reading. Please vote, and as always feel free to send feedback or leave a comment!

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I backed up to the wall. I was scared; Brian was dangerous. I hadn't seen him in months. I moved and changed my phone number to get away from him. True, I had only moved a county away, but I had thought that would be far enough to get away from my ex. He was just an average guy, well, an average guy that liked to smack his women around. 

"What are you doing here Brian? I have a restraining order, remember?"

"A piece of paper doesn't make a difference to me. As long as I want you, you're mine. You think you could just move away and that'd be it?"

"That piece of paper says you're breaking the law. And I'm not yours now, and I don't think I ever really was."

"You don't mean that. You know you still want me, you're just playing another one of your stupid little games."

The funny thing was, I didn't want him, not at all. I don't like men that hit women, and I told myself I would never let any man hit me. With that said, maybe I could understand one slap under extreme circumstances, but after the second hit it was over. He just really was that dense. He belonged in a lockup, or at least in therapy. 

Brian started walking closer; I started inching toward my room and the phone in there. He watched my movement and chuckled. Brian rushed forward and grabbed me by the arms.

"Where do you think you're going Bitch?" 

"Let go of me!"

He started laughing. I attempted to knee him in the balls, but he anticipated the movement. The fact that I tried seemed to really piss him off. He slapped me hard across the cheek. I could taste a hint of blood on my lip. He grabbed me and threw me across the room. A chair broke my fall. It felt like a few of my ribs would be bruised, but luckily I landed near my room. I rushed inside and locked the door. I was definitely glad I invested in a newer set of locks for the house when I moved in. Brian had made me paranoid, and for good reason. 

I wedged the back of a chair under the doorknob to buy me more time. I rushed over to the phone and picked it up, but there was no dial tone. He must've cut the lines. I searched the room. Was my cell phone in here? My eyes landed on my cell phone charger. Sure enough, my phone was plugged into it. I never thought I'd be so happy to have to charge my phone.

I dialed 911 while the banging on my door continued. I could hear Brian yelling, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. 

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My ex-boyfriend broke into my house. He's been... beating me. I locked myself in my room, but he's trying to get in." I tried to speak clearly past the panic.

"Ma'am, what is your address?"

"5986 Cedar Road, I live in Airendale."

I watched the door as it began to buckle under his weight. I could tell the door would give away soon.

"Please hurry. He's going to get in soon. He'll be very mad."

"Officers have already been dispatched. What is your name ma'am?"

"My name is Rileigh, Rileigh Daniels."

"And what is your ex-boyfriend's name?"

"His name is Brian Williams," I responded hurriedly. I was wondering if I could make it out the window. There was shrubbery on this side of the house. A few scratches would be better than a few broken bones. 

I was braced to jump out of the window with my cell phone when I was yanked from behind. My phone went skittering across the room as I feel to the floor. 

"Get away from me, Brian! Now!"

"Shut the fuck up you stupid bitch!"

He kicked me in the ribs just as I heard sirens approaching. His eyes went wide, but I knew he'd get caught red handed this time. I just had to make it a few more minutes, and help would be here. He roared and pulled me to my feet. His grip on my arms was bruising. I screamed and started kicking. The next thing I knew I was flying into the wall. 

When I looked up, I saw two policemen running into my house. They restrained Brian and handcuffed him. It only took them a couple minutes to have him locked up in the back of one of their cruisers. One of the officers came over to me and helped me to my feet.

"Miss Daniels?" he asked.

"Yes. Thank you so much." I was fighting back tears. I hated Brian, but what I hated even more was feeling defenseless. Normally, I liked to think of myself as a strong, independent female; right now I just didn't feel that way. Right now I could still remember the taste of fear.

"C'mon, let's take you out to the ambulance to get you checked out."

The officer did as he said and took me over to the paramedics. It felt almost as if I were in a daze. The paramedics were fussing around me, wiping the blood from my lip and inspecting my ribs. There was a small gash on my arm that they wrapped some bandages around, but I wouldn't need any stitches. They were worried that I might have a concussion, but I refused to go to the hospital. I just wanted to get this all over with.

There had been one other officer outside. All of them seemed to be very nice, and had zero tolerance for the antics of an abuse ex. The officer who had helped me earlier, Officer Calhoun, stayed near me almost the whole time. He was a very nice older gentleman and he looked like the fatherly type.

"Well Darlin', if you won't go to the hospital, you should come back to the station with us and give us a statement," he said.

"Okay," I agreed feebly. I was in no mood to argue. 

I rode in the passenger seat in the cruiser with Officer Calhoun. The other cruiser followed behind us. It was a quiet ride, at least for us. We arrived at the Allen County Sheriff's department before too long. 

The other cruiser drove to another part of the station; I'm guessing the part that held a cell for Brian. Meanwhile, Officer Calhoun took me inside and sat me in a chair next to his desk. I looked around the station. I had never been here before. There were a few other officers walking around or sitting at desks. I returned my attention to Officer Calhoun and tried to focus on what he was saying.

"...need you to give a statement about the incident at your house earlier."

Okay, so it was time to talk about what happened. I tried to remember everything that happened earlier, but some of my memory was a little sketchy. I told him what I could: how Brian had been waiting in my living room when I came home, how he had screamed and beat me. It felt like I was talking about someone else. When I finished my story, Officer Calhoun got up from his chair. When he came back it was with another officer. There was something... interesting about the way he looked at me. 

"This is Officer Blaker, he's going to drive you back home while I finish up the paperwork. We already collected anything we would've needed from your house. Mike's a great guy, so don't you worry."

With that said, Officer Calhoun went to do what he needed. I looked at Officer Blaker. I wasn't too shaken to realize he was gorgeous. He had bright green eyes and rich black hair. He was about five inches taller than me with a muscular build. He was every girl's wet fantasy, and he was looking at me like he knew me.

"Are you ready to go Miss Daniels?"

Oh my God, that voice. I knew that voice. It was him, the cop from that night. 

About two weeks ago, I had been pulled over. I had been willing to give the cop a blowjob to get out of the ticket, but he had wanted more. Despite the blackmail, I had enjoyed it. I had cum at least twice, and he came too. I went home that night and had wet dreams about Michael. He hadn't told me his last name, just his first, and it had been too dark to see what he looked like. I could've only recognized him by voice. When I woke up the next day, I thought it was all a dream. It had been real though; there was a hickey on my neck to prove it.

Here he was. He was even better looking than I imagined. I wondered if he knew who I was. I was pretty sure he did from the way he was looking at me. 

"Michael," I whispered. He nodded.

"It's nice to see you again... Rileigh."

The way he said my name made me shiver. I wasn't sure being alone in a car with him would be a good thing or a bad thing. 

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"Are you ready to go, Miss Daniels?" I asked again. I didn't want her to start asking the wrong questions in front of the guys. I could get in a lot of trouble if anyone figured out what I had done with her. Once we were in the car, I would talk to her about it.

She nodded a little and we made our way out of the station. I took the opportunity to look her over. She looked a little worse for the wear, to be honest. She had scratches everywhere, and I could see some bruises forming on her skin. Ed, Officer Calhoun, had told me that her ex-boyfriend did this to her. It made me want to go to lockup and show the guy what a fight really was. 

Despite all the bruises, she was still beautiful. Her eyes were a sapphire blue and her hair was a dark auburn color. She was tall for being a female, and she was curvaceous in all the right places. She looked like a pixie, or an Irish wood nymph. Though I knew she wasn't ugly that time on the side of the road, I couldn't have guessed she was this beautiful. I had been right about one thing: she was too sweet to be getting into the messes she was getting in. 

Outside she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She still looked a little shaken. I just wanted to pull her close, but we were definitely still too close to the station. I didn't want to look like the perv taking advantage of a domestic abuse victim.  

I led the way to my assigned cruiser and held open the passenger side door for her. She got in without any questioning. It made me miss the fire I had met on the side of the road. I got in on my side and pulled the car out of the lot.

The drive back to her house started out quiet, but I was pretty sure it wouldn't last long. I wanted to say something, but I wasn't sure what. I could have called her if I wanted; I knew her name before I even pulled her over to the side of the road. I hadn't wanted to contact her because I wasn't sure she'd wanted that one hot night to turn into a lesser reality. One night had been fine, but sometimes things were different in the light of day. Her voice was quiet when it broke the silence.

"Michael Blaker, that's your name isn't it?"

"Yes it is. Are you going to rat me out now?" I asked. I didn't think she would, but if she did, I would probably lose my job. The only way I wouldn't be fired would be to sugar coat some of the details. 

"No, I don't think I will. If I had wanted to, I would have by now."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Though I'm guessing you aren't that happy about being found. If you wanted me to find you, you would have given me more to work with than just your first name."

"At the time I was worrying more about getting caught, but I wouldn't have minded you finding me. Sex with you that night was great."

"Then why didn't you find me? You knew my name, you could have easily found my phone number or my address, you're a cop."

"I didn't think you'd want to be found. Sometimes people like their fantasies to stay fantasies. I didn't want to disappoint." It was slightly humbling to admit it.

"You wouldn't have". She looked at me now. "You're gorgeous Michael. You were great that night, and I'm sure you'd only get even better under more comfortable circumstances."

Her comment made us both smile. She flinched when she stretched her cut lip, but she still looked happier than she had ten minutes ago. A few minutes later we were pulling into her driveway. She looked hesitant to get out and go inside.

"I'm not excited to see the mess inside," she confessed. He didn't blame her. She sighed and walked inside, cringing a little at the disarray of furniture and at her broken bedroom door. 

"You know, I'm not exactly a carpenter, but I could fix that for you. That is, if you want me to."

It seemed like an innocent offer, but I was looking for any excuse to see her again. There was something about her that I couldn't resist. She was like a drug. I knew I wouldn't turn down an offer to stay the night at her house that was for sure. I had dreams about that night with her that made me wake up rock hard.

"I'll think about it Officer, you know where to find me. Stay safe."

She turned around and walked inside. I took that as my cue to leave. Already, I couldn't wait to come back.

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The next morning I woke up feeling like I looked. Bruises spotted my entire body; I looked like a Dalmatian. Breathing hurt, moving hurt, just about everything hurt. It was worth it though. Finding Michael made it all worth it. He still seemed like a dream: a gorgeous, sopping wet dream. 

Getting up seemed like too much work, but my stomach was grumbling for attention. I went toward the kitchen and decided to have a healthy dose of rocky road for breakfast. It made me glad to have a high metabolism. I had a healthy amount of ice cream in my mouth when the phone rang. 

"Hello," I mumbled around a mouthful of ice cream. 

"Good morning."

Oh my God, it was Officer Sexy. I swallowed hard. I knew he would call, but I didn't expect it this soon. I could feel warmth spread in my belly. I could barely wait to see him again.

"How are you feeling?" he asked. 

"I'm a little worse for the wear, but other than that I'm good," I replied honestly. I was good, I was talking to him. I really did want to see him again. "So about that offer to fix my door..."

"Yes?"

"Is that offer still on the table?"

"Oh, it definitely is. When would you like it fixed?"

"Whenever you get the chance would be great really."

"How about tomorrow? It's my day off."

"Tomorrow would be great. Maybe around noon if that's okay." I was hoping it was okay. It would be torture to wait that long. I wanted to see him now. 

"Noon it is. Well I have to go, I'm calling from work. I'll see you tomorrow Rileigh."

"Bye, see you tomorrow."

When I hung up the phone my heart was beating in my chest. I could feel moisture pooling between my thighs. I couldn't hear his voice without thinking about that night. Hearing his voice made me remember how fucking good it felt to have his cock in my pussy. I wanted it again, really bad.

The next day I made sure to wear my good lingerie: a matching set made of pink lace. I tried to dress sexy without it looking like I was trying. A short pair of jean cutoffs showed off my long slim legs. As a top I wore a tight fitting blue tank top that showed a hint of cleavage. I let my hair down over my shoulders and only put on a touch of makeup. I was ready.

When he arrived, I was poised on the edge of my couch in the living room. It looked a lot better after all the cleaning I had done yesterday. He knocked on the door and I bolted upright. When I opened the door I was met with quite a sight. Officer Sexy looked more like Mr.Fuckable Carpenter. Michael was wearing a pair of worn blue jeans that hugged him in all the right places. A white t-shirt was stretched across his muscular chest. The sexiest part was the tool belt that hung around his waist; it made him look like he was ready to do all sorts of dirty work.

"You look ready to do some work," I said. It was hard not to chuckle or glance at his package, but somehow I managed.

"Oh trust me, I'm ready." He winked at me. I think it actually made me blush. The truth was that I was hoping he was ready to work on more than my door. I was hoping he was ready to work on me a little too. It made me feel naughty, but I was pretty sure he wouldn't mind offering me a little more than just his carpentry services. 

He walked over to the door that was split and barely hanging on its hinges. He grimaced as he yanked it once and it came down. 

"It's a good thing I brought a new one with me."

"You brought a door with you? Already?" I asked.

"Ed told me I might need it. My brother is an actual carpenter, I got it from him. He taught me everything I know."

"Oh. Well, how much was it so I can pay you back?"

"Don't you worry about that, worry about getting better security in here so that asshole can't sneak in again. You were lucky the other day, but you may not be so lucky if there's a next time."

He made a good point, one I had already thought of. I was planning on calling a security company in the next few days. 

"I will. Thank you Michael."

"You know, you can just call me Mike if you like."

Mike. It was a lot easier. I'd think about it. He went outside for a moment, and sure enough when he came back he was carrying a door. It wasn't painted, but it looked like my other doors. I wondered if it was heavy, because Mike was only carrying it on his shoulder with one arm to support it. His muscles were just begging to have that t-shirt torn off of them and my fingernails were itching to do the job. 

"This shouldn't take long." He said. 

He didn't lie, he was done in less than ten minutes. My new door was up with new hinges and in perfect working order. All that was left to do was paint it. I was happy to have my door back up, but I wasn't ready for him to leave.

"Are you hungry?" I asked. My question seemed to make him smile.

"Yes I am. Did you want to go get something? It would be my treat."

"I could cook if you like." I offered.

"What did you have in mind?"

"How about shrimp scampi?"

"Sure, that sounds delicious."

Well, I had news for him; it wasn't the only thing that sounded delicious. His cock in my pussy sounded delicious. His cock in my mouth still sounded delicious. Maybe we could eat in and then eat out. It was getting harder and harder to keep my hands off of him.

I led him into the kitchen to sit at the island there while I cooked. Scampi was one of my favorite foods and was actually simple to make. While I was sautéing the shrimp I heard footsteps behind me. Big hands slid around my waist and a hard body pressed up against my back. The skillet almost slid out of hand at the feel of him so close. Hot kisses rained down on my neck and shoulders. I leaned back into him and set the skillet down. His hands cupped my breasts and I moaned. When his tongue flicked at my ear I whimpered. 

Thank God the food was done. I turned off the stove and turned in his arms. Our mouths met in a rush. Apparently we were both hungry for a little more than just seafood and pasta. He thrust his tongue into my mouth and I wanted more. I broke the kiss to strip his shirt off and he used the opportunity to coax my top over my head. The skin to skin contact gave me hot goosebumps. My pussy was craving him. My blood was pumping so hard and fast that I could feel my pulse between my legs. The feel of his hard cock pressing into me only made me even hornier. 

Mike took swept me into his arms and carried me into my bedroom. He set me down on my bed, dropped his tool belt to the floor, and climbed onto it with me. His huge body covered me. My legs spread to accommodate his hips and he ground his dick into me. It felt good, but I didn't want any clothes in the way. 

"I want you so bad Mike, you feel so good."

I pushed Michael back so I could get to his jeans. They were off in seconds; I was no stranger to undressing hot guys. I lifted my hips and he got the hint to pull my shorts down my legs. He took a minute to stare at me in my bra and panties. From the looks of the tent in his boxers, he was enjoying the view. Those boxers were the next thing to go, followed by my pink panties. 

"You're gorgeous Rileigh."

I pushed his shoulder and rolled on top of him. Last time he had taken charge, but this time I wanted top for a little while. I straddled his hips and couldn't wait any longer. I started sliding down onto his big cock. It took a little adjustment to be able to take all of his cock, but I did it. It felt so good to have my tight cunt stretched around him. I began sliding up and down on his cock. My hips would flick a little, rolling so that he hit that one spot that drove me nuts. Moans and whimpers kept slipping from my mouth. Fuck, it felt so good.




Rileigh and the Cop Ch. 02



Beneath me Michael seemed to be enjoying the attention. His hands grabbed my hips and he was biting his lip. He arched up for a kiss and surprised me by flipping me over onto my back. At first I was frustrated and tried to flip back over, but what he was doing felt so good that I was happy right where I was. At the end of each thrust he would rotate his hips. It made his cock hit the one spot that sent spikes of pleasure through my body.

"Fuck me harder, Michael, please. Oh my God."

"That's it, cum for me Baby."

I could feel my orgasm building and knew that before too long Michael's cock and belly would be coated with my sticky sweet cum. The thought alone made me cry out. My nails bit into his back as he pushed himself even harder and deeper into me. I sank my teeth lightly into his shoulder and held on while my orgasm ripped through me. My body shook in spasms and my pussy muscles clenched around his cock. Mike let out a groan right before he started to cum in me.

The feeling of cumming together with him was mind-blowing. My body still shook and my legs felt like jelly. When I could finally breathe I kissed his lips. Sex with him this time had been even better than the one night on the side of the road. I hadn't thought it possible, but it was true. It was scary, the possibility that I was becoming addicted. 

About twenty minutes later we ventured back into the kitchen and ate the scampi.

"This is amazing Rileigh, it tastes almost as good as you."

The compliment made me blush. I was sure he'd be great at oral, there was just something about him. I could barely wait.



Rileigh and the Cop Ch. 03



Author's Note: Well readers, here's the third chapter!! I hope you all like it. If you haven't read the first two stories yet, you might want to so that you can understand this story better. As always, please, please, PLEASE vote, comment, and/or send feedback, :). Thanks for reading!!

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Michael and I spent the next few days together. We went to the movies, out to dinner, and sometimes we just curled up on my couch together to watch television. He was slowly starting to creep his way into my heart. Who would've ever thought getting caught speeding could turn into such a good thing?

Tonight we were going to some sort of charity benefit that the other officers were attending. I was determined to make him look good. It made me feel special that he invited me. Any man that brought a woman around his friends and the people he worked with wanted to stick around. I wanted him to stick around, more than I wanted to admit.

I went through the long process of getting ready. I tried on at least five different dresses before I chose the right one. I decided to wear a revealing blue dress. It was provocative, but not slutty. It was a halter top that left my entire back bare. It dipped low in front to show off my rack. The skirt of it hit a few inches above my knee, and the fabric was a rich silk that looked like it would flow right through my fingers. I left my hair down and curled it into loose ringlets. My makeup highlighted my sapphire blue eyes. The heels I wore were three and a half inches high and gold to match my purse. The heels begged to be worn during some naughty fucking.

By the times I was ready, I had half an hour to spare. I spent it pacing my living room and trying not to smudge my makeup. I was glad when Michael knocked on my door fifteen minutes early. When I opened the door, what I found was one sexy cop. He was in a tuxedo, and oh did he make it look so good. He filled out the pants especially well. It made me salivate. 

"God Rileigh, you're so fucking beautiful," he said, interrupting my train of thought.

I blushed at the compliment. There was no way I was going to be the ugly girlfriend tonight. Well, I wasn't quite sure I was his girlfriend yet, but it felt like it. We spent all of our free time together.

"Why thank you Officer, you don't look too bad yourself."

I looked him over and gave my approval. I couldn't wait to peel that tux off of his sexy body later. He was a tasty piece of eye candy. There was no doubt in my mind that some other woman there would try to hit on him, but I would still mark my territory. This sexy cop was mine.

We left arm in arm. It was about an hour long drive to the hotel where to charity ball was being held. The hotel itself was gorgeous. It looked like a modern twist on the Victorian era. I looked over at Michael and smiled. He looked even better than the hotel. 

All of the signs posted around said that the ball was to raise money for a new wing of the hospital. The new wing was going to be dedicated solely to oncology and a Hospice unit for the cancer patients. With cancer becoming a larger concern each year, the new addition was overdue. My mother had passed away from cancer, so I could definitely sympathize with the cause.

The Grand Ballroom was even more stunning than the lobby. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. The pillars in the room were a pink marble and the walls were covered in vivid murals. It looked like it would fit perfectly in Greek mythology, as if Aphrodite and Dionysus would just come strolling in at any moment. 

Police officers, hospital staff and other members of the community filled the room. Everyone was exquisitely dressed. Diamonds flickered from all over the room. My sapphires were a relief from the sparkling white.

One of the faces I recognized was Officer Calhoun's. He smiled and walked over to us.

"It's nice to see you again Miss Daniels. You look much better now that you're all healed up," he said.

"Thank you Officer Calhoun." I gave him a dazzling smile.

"Call me Ed," he insisted. He turned to Michael.

"It's nice to see you with a nice young lady Mike. It's about time." 

The comment made Michael look a little shy, but he was still grinning. 

"There's a pretty good turnout here tonight Ed. I'm surprised to see you own a tux," Mike said.

"Yeah, I had to dust it off a little."

The two men sounded very comfortable with each other. It was nice to see some camaraderie; my abusive ex had never really had many friends. It was a good sign that the Michael and Brian were different. 

For the first hour we mingled with the crowd and Michael introduced me to the people he knew. Most of them were other officers, some were city workers. One of the women I was introduced to was the Director of Nursing at the hospital. I disliked her right away. As soon as she was within five feet of us, I could sense a tension in Michael. At one point these two had been more than friends; we women can tell these things. She was wearing a skimpier dress than me. It was pink and it covered less skin. As much as I hated to admit it, the blonde woman was beautiful. Her name was Marissa Moore, and I did not like her one bit. 

"So Michael," she began, "how have you been?"

"I've been good."

"And how long have you two been dating?" She spared me a quick glance, but her googly eyes were for Michael. It made me want to puke. 

"About a month." I answered.

"Oh? That's not very long at all," she said. 

"It's plenty long enough for me." Michael replied. He did not look like he was enjoying this conversation. As soon as he saw Ed, he made his excuse to get us away from her.

"Sorry Marissa, I need to speak with Ed about something. I'll see you later."

We wasted no time in getting away from her. As we were walking away I finally asked the question I wanted to know.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"You met her, her name is Marissa Moore."

"Don't give me that Michael, you know what I meant."

"We dated once, but that doesn't matter now."

"It looks like it does Michael. She still wants you."

I was hoping he didn't want her back. I was head over heels for him. If something happened, I'd be crushed. I didn't want us to break up because of the slutty nurse. She didn't seem like she suited Michael at all. 

"Baby, I was done with her long ago. I'm with you now, and you're exactly who I want, Rileigh. You have nothing to worry about." He looked me in the eyes as he said it, and I was pretty sure he meant it. "C'mon Babe, let's dance."

He took my hand and led me to the center of the dance floor. We waltzed together for a few songs, and later he surprised me by knowing the tango. We were a spicy dance couple, and rubbing so close together was starting to make me horny. I was dancing close enough to Michael to tell that he was getting horny too. His hard cock was yummy. I leaned closer to whisper into his ear.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Yes, Baby. I think we should sneak out of here for a minute."

Together we left the dance floor and snuck off into the hallway. We opened doors until we found a room we liked. We snuck into a rather large conference room. There was a long table that had at least fifty chairs surrounding it. Michael pushed a few chairs out of the way and then bent me over the table. He pulled my satin thong down my legs. 

From behind me I heard the metallic sound of his zipper being pulled down. Before I knew it, I could feel the head of his cock against my pussy. I was soaking wet. It took him very little effort to slide completely into me. I moaned like a bitch in heat.  

God, he felt so fucking good. In a way, it reminded me of our first time together. There was no lock on the door, and we could get caught any moment. Part of me was afraid to get caught, but part of me was completely thrilled at the possibility. We were being so naughty, it only made me wetter. 

I moaned and clawed at the table as his cock pounded into me. He wasn't holding back much. I knew my hips would be a little sore tomorrow from the table, but the dirty fuck was so worth it. 

I screamed out the first time he really hit that one spot that I love. He took the hint and adjusted his angle so that each time he thrust into me he would hit that spot. I was getting so close to cumming. The tension was building up like water behind a dam. In just a few minutes, that damn would come crumbling down. 

"Oh God Michael, I'm so close. Make me cum on your cock Baby."

"Fuck Rileigh, I want your cum all over my cock."

Those few dirty words pushed me over. I was hurled into a mind blowing orgasm. If someone walked in and caught us now, they would hear me screaming like a banshee. Seconds later, I could hear Michael roaring as he started cumming. Having his cum inside me only made my orgasm even better. My entire body was quivering and I could feel his chest heaving against my back as he struggled for air.

We stayed that way for a few minutes until I thought I might be able to stand. The way my legs were wobbly made me wish I wasn't wearing my heels. Michael and I straightened our clothes and I made sure my hair wasn't too mussed. I used a tissue from my purse to clean up a bit and I sprayed on a bit more perfume, hoping that we didn't smell too much like sex. I slid my dry thong back on. We laughed a little as we made our way back to the ballroom. 

Together, we made our way back to the dance floor and began swaying to the slow song that was playing. I rested my head on his shoulder and let myself relax into his arms. His hand was warm on my bare back. He was gently stroking the skin there and it felt good. 

The sex together was amazing, but even when we weren't having sex, I still loved being around Michael. I had the feeling that it wouldn't be hard at all to fall in love with him. In a way, I couldn't blame Marissa for looking at him that way. I could see myself being with Michael for a very long time. It scared me to want someone so much, but he was worth it.

After a few more songs, I excused myself to go to the ladies room. While I was in there, I straightened my hair and touched up my makeup. I looked like a satisfied woman. I almost felt like I was glowing. As I walked back to Michael, I smiled. However, it didn't take very long for my smile to disappear. 

On the dance floor, I saw Michael, but it wasn't me that was in his arms. It felt like my heart was stuck in my throat. Of course it was her. Michael was dancing with Marissa. After all he had said to me earlier, there they were. Their arms were wrapped around each other and I could see her kissing his neck. She even slid her hand down the front of his pants to fondle his cock.

I felt sick. I couldn't watch. I looked from left to right, trying to find the best escape route. My eyes landed on Ed. We made eye contact and I could see his expression change to worry as he saw my face. I looked back at Michael one last time. He could see me now, and I could see that he knew he had messed up. There was panic written all over his face. 

"Rileigh!" he shouted.

It was hard to breathe. I couldn't take it anymore; I fled. I never thought I'd be able to run so well in heels, but I surprised myself. I ran back to the lobby and then out the door. Out on the street I called a taxi, hoping that Michael wouldn't catch me. I couldn't let him catch me. I was getting into the cab just as Michael and Officer Calhoun came running out of the hotel. I shut the door and didn't look back. 

The entire drive back to my house, I couldn't get the image out of my mind. I tried to choke back the tears, but I lost the battle a few minutes into the drive. Thankfully, the cab driver didn't ask any questions, he just drove. 

Once I got home, I went inside and set my new alarm system. I went straight to the shower to scrub his scent off of me. I felt dirty after everything that had happened. After the shower, I fell into bed wearing only a towel. I cried myself to sleep that night.



Rileigh and the Cop Ch. 04



Author's Note: Sorry for the wait, I was in the hospital a bit, and I'm trying to catch up on my writing now. I hope you enjoy this chapter. As always, please vote, comment, and/or send feedback. Thank you for reading!

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The next few weeks without Michael were hard for me. He called my house, he called my cell phone. There were even a few times I could've sworn I saw a sheriff's car driving past my house. I answered none of the calls and did my best to keep Michael off my mind.

Most of my time was spent reading. I loved to read, especially when life sucked. It was like I could become whatever character I was reading about, and that I was no longer living my own shitty life. When I finished one book, I would just go to the bookstore and buy another one. 

I was driving home from the city one night when I had déjà vu. Red and blue lights flashed behind me. Oh great, I thought, just the opportunity that Michael needed. I pulled over and waited. When the uniformed deputy stood beside my car I didn't even look over.

"Please don't do this Michael," I asked quietly. I was startled to hear an unfamiliar voice reply back.

"Miss, I'm Officer Devereaux."

"I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else."

The officer looked slightly puzzled, but he let it slide.

"Do you know why I pulled you over?" he asked.

I didn't know exactly why, but I could guess. I really didn't want a ticket, but I wasn't going to get dirty to get out of it. I had learned my lesson about that.

"I don't know, but I might have been speeding. If I was, I'm sorry."

I tried to look genuinely sorry, and I kind of was. Mostly I was sorry for getting caught, but I was worn out, depressed, and my rocky road was melting in the back seat. Officer Devereaux took a deep breath and looked me over.

"Alright Miss, but slow down. If I catch you speeding again, I will write you a ticket. I mean it."

"Thank you Officer. Have a good night."

I rode home feeling relieved. It was a lot different from the last time I had gotten pulled over. In a way, I was glad to get off with only a warning, but sex with Michael the first time had been great. I didn't want to think about that though.

When I got home, I set my alarm, put away my rocky road ice cream, and went straight to sleep. That had been enough excitement for me. 

--- 

Two days later I was about to leave the bookstore when I thought I saw someone I recognized. He looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't remember where I saw him. He had very short sandy blonde hair and grey eyes. He was also pretty tall. I debated going up to him and asking him, but I didn't want to be weird. In the end, I decided to go for it; if I didn't it would bother me. Slowly, I walked over to him.

"Hi. I'm sorry for bothering you, but you look familiar, and I was wondering if we knew each other from somewhere."

He looked up, and looked me over. He seemed to think about it for a few minutes.

"Do you drive a blue Audi A6?" he asked.

"Yes, yes I do" I replied in a surprised voice. A cocky grin curved his lips.

"Then it was you I pulled over a few days ago. I'm Carter Devereaux." He held his hand out for me to shake. I put my hand in his with a blush creeping up my cheeks.

"I'm Rileigh Daniels." I said shyly. However, I couldn't keep myself from smiling. 

"Have you been speeding lately Miss Daniels?" he asked cockily.

"It's Rileigh, and I've tried not to."

Okay, maybe I hadn't, but it was only a little white lie. I was pretty sure that sexy Carter was hitting on me, and I had to admit that it was good for my bruised ego. 

"Well Rileigh, if I didn't say so the other night, I really like your car."

His car envy made me chuckle. 

"Thanks, I like it too. Well, I guess I had better get back to shopping. Stay safe Officer Devereaux."

"It's Carter, and you too."

I was about to walk out to my car when I heard him call my name out from behind me. I turned and waited.

"Would you like to go out to dinner with me Rileigh Daniels?"

He looked so cute; he wasn't sure if I'd say yes or no. I shouldn't, he worked with Michael and I still was a little broken up. But I wanted to. I thought it over. I did really want to. 

"Okay." I took one of my old business cards from my purse and wrote my address and cell phone number on the back and then handed it to him. "This is my address and phone number, give me a call when you know the time and place. I'll be waiting."

I smiled and left before he could respond. The entire drive home I had a smile on my face. Fuck Michael, I could move on. I had a date. 

--- 

I got a call that evening.

"How about dinner tomorrow night, Olivier's at seven? I could pick you up around between five and six o'clock."

"Perfect. I'll see you then Carter. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Rileigh, sweet dreams."

Well, it hadn't taken him long to call. What was it with me and sexy cops? Maybe I just had a thing for a man in uniform, I wasn't sure. All I knew was that Michael had fucked up, and that I was entitled to go on a date. I didn't want to think about Mike anymore, and Carter did seem like the perfect distraction. He could even prove to be more than a distraction.

That night I had dreams about a hot Adonis with grey eyes.

--- 

For dinner I wore a strapless gold dress. The rich color of the fabric brought out the tan glow of my skin. Every inch of the dress clung to my body and it reached about halfway down my toned thighs. My gold heels made my slim legs look great. I swept my hair up into loose curls so that my neck was bare and I used gold eye shadow and black eyeliner. The entire look was slightly exotic and Egyptian looking, but I liked it. 

Carter was true to his word. A silver Ford Ranger pulled into my driveway at about 5:30. He was wearing a blue dress shirt tucked into khaki slacks. He looked gorgeous and completely edible. His lips looked soft and he was still taller than me even though I was wearing heels. 

"Are you ready to go?" he asked. 

"Sure, let's go."

It took a few minutes for us to get a conversation going, but once we did we found that we had a lot in common. We both loved horseback riding and good country music. He was an only child, and so was I. The only real difference there was that I had grown up in the city and he had grown up on his parent's farm.

The drive to Olivier's didn't seem long at all. Olivier's was a very nice, and very expensive, French restaurant. Candles flickered from all over the dining room and the waiters looked like penguins. The atmosphere was definitely romantic. Carter surprised me; he fit in a lot better here than I thought he would. Michael had never taken me anywhere like this.

We ordered a little wine, and looked over the menu. Everything sounded delicious. I went with a lamb dish and Carter went with seafood. That was something else we had in common: we both liked lamb, seafood and other exotic foods. All throughout dinner we talked. He even made me laugh. After dinner we both ordered crème brulée.

"So you're an artist?" he asked me. "It said so on your business card."

"Yes, I guess I am. I dabble here and there. I've sold some paintings, and I've written some novels under a nom de plume. I work from home, and I like it that way. I never liked being in a stuffy office, I'd rather take an easel outside and paint in the sunshine."

"I feel the same way, I hate doing paperwork at the station."

"Carter, I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you have got to be French." 

He grinned at me. "Yes, I am. I'm fifty percent actually: a quarter from my mother and a quarter from my father. The rest is mutt. How about you?"

"Well, I'm mostly Native American, with Irish and French thrown in."

"Whatever it is, it's a great combination. You're beautiful Rileigh."

I blushed at the compliment, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. 

"You're not too bad yourself, Carter Devereaux."

He laughed. "Thank you."

After dinner, we sipped at our wine a little more, and then we decided to head out. Carter helped me back into his truck, and we started the long drive back. I was a little sleepy, so my eyes kept drifting shut. 

"Come over here and you can rest your head on my shoulder if you'd like," he offered. The offer sounded very appealing, so I scooted over and curled up against him. He was so warm and his smell was like a drug. Carter was also very comfortable to lean on. I drifted right off to sleep. 

A gentle nudge woke me. I blinked and looked around. I was still in Carter's truck, but we were in front of my house. I forced myself to wake up. After a great date, I wanted a great goodnight. It was already bad enough I'd fallen asleep on the poor guy.  

Carter slid out of his truck then reached out to help me down. He lifted me right up and set me on the ground. He had to be more muscular than he looked. 

We walked to my door and he backed me into it. There was a white fire in his eyes as he stared into mine. One of his warm hands went around to the small of my back and pulled me close. The other hand slid into my hair and tenderly pulled it down. It took only seconds for his mouth to reach mine. It was hot and wet, and his tongue teased at my lips. He slid his tongue into my mouth and didn't hold back. I tried to give as good as I got; my heart was pounding in my chest. The kiss was making me want other hot and wet things. 

Carter's mouth traveled from my lips to my jaw, trailing little wet kisses. My neck was next, and he took a teasing bite out of it. From there his lips traveled down to my breasts and I whimpered. My pussy was getting wet and I didn't want him to stop. Boy, was he good, and his cock felt so hard against my belly.

A minute later, he pulled back.

"Rileigh, do you want me to stay tonight? Because if you don't, you should stop me now."

I blinked my way back to reality. Did I want him to stay? God, yes I did. But I couldn't. It was one date, and I didn't want to make any stupid decisions after Michael. I liked Carter, and I didn't want to ruin it. I took a deep breath; I was afraid he was going to be angry.

"I'm sorry Carter, but I don't think it would be a good idea for you to stay the night. I want you to, very badly, but I was just... hurt by somebody not that long ago, and I don't want to mess anything up. I like you."

He reached out and played with one of my curls.

"I like you too Rileigh, and I understand. Maybe some other night." He smiled at me and I breathed a sigh of relief. He really was a nice guy.

"Thank you. For understanding, I mean. I do want to see you again. You can call me if you want."

"I will, you can count on it. Goodnight Beautiful. I'll be thinking about you."

I watched Carter get into his truck and drive away. I didn't really want him to go, but I knew it was for the best.

--- 

Spending the day at the station was torture. I couldn't stop thinking about Rileigh. She was gorgeous and sweet. The way she had curled up against me was so cute. She seemed smart too. I thought about calling her from my desk, but I didn't want to scare her off by calling too soon.

Last night had been stupid. I shouldn't have tried to sleep with her on the first date. In a way I was glad she said no, but I had really wanted to fuck her. Oh well, I still had a chance, and that was good enough for me. I leaned back in my chair and thought about her some more. 

"What put that grin on your face Carter? Did you get laid?"

"No Mike, but I did meet a hot girl."

"Oh yeah? How'd you meet her?" he asked.

"It's funny, actually. I pulled her over one night, and then ran into her in the bookstore a few days later. We went on a date last night."

"Where did you take her?"

"Olivier's."

"You must really like this one, and you haven't even slept with her yet."

"I do, she's amazing. I don't want to rush her though; apparently she's dealt with some assholes lately. How's it going with that one chick you were talking to?'

The grin dropped right off of Michael's face.

"She won't answer my phone calls. She hasn't talked to be since the night of the charity ball."

"That's what you get for letting Marissa dance with you. She's trouble, and you knew it."

"I didn't think one dance would really hurt. I would take it back in a heartbeat though. I just wish she would talk to me."

"I'm sorry man. Maybe if it works out with the woman I'm dating, I'll see if she has a hot friend for you."

We chuckled and Mike went back to his desk. I felt for the guy, but he'd been stupid to get anywhere near Marissa again. Anyone could tell that she was a devious bitch. Her and Mike had even been engaged once, and it had taken Mike forever to get over her. I couldn't blame his ex-girlfriend for not wanting to get caught up in that.

After talking to Mike, I decided to call Rileigh. I wanted to talk to her, so why wait? At least I was pretty sure she would answer my calls, unlike Mike's girl. I dialed her number and waited to hear her voice.

"Hello?"

"Hi Beautiful."

"Hello Carter." I could hear her smile through the phone.

"Do you have any plans tonight?"

"Nothing important, why?" 

"Would you like to go out on another date with me?" I asked.

"No... but I would like it if you came over to dine in with me. If you rent the movie, I'll cook dinner."

The no had scared me at first, but I did like her idea a little better than going out. 

"What kind of movie?" 

"Either something romantic or something scary. I love a good horror flick."

"Scary it is. What time?"

"Can I call and let you know later?" she asked.

"Of course, do you have my cell phone number?"

"I think so, I have caller ID."

"Okay, call me and let me know."

"Okay Carter, see you later."

I hung up feeling pretty good. I had a hot date tonight.

--- 

It was going to be a perfect date. I just had to figure out what to cook. Well, it was early enough that I had time to make some bread, and some mousse for dessert. I didn't want to eat lamb two nights in a row. I could cook seafood, just not lobster since Carter had it yesterday. Hm, decisions, decisions. Maybe steak with a Portobello cheese sauce. On the side I could maybe sauté some chopped potatoes and cook some fresh vegetables. That sounded good to me. Within a few minutes I was up to my elbows in flour.

I took my bread out of the oven right after I finished my mousse. I left the bread on the counter to cool and put the mousse in the refrigerator. Now it was time to go into town and hit the market. 

The drive into town was relatively quiet, and I pulled into the market before too long. I would get the fresh vegetables there, then go to the butcher's for the steaks, and then to the grocery store for cheese. 

I was loading everything into my car when I heard his voice close behind me. 

"Rileigh!"

I turned around startled.

"Leave me alone Michael, I do not want to talk to you."My voice sounded a little shaky. It was probably stupid to be so upset about what he did, but I just couldn't get over it.

"I just want to talk to you. Please. Nothing really happened with Marissa. I promise. You've got to believe me."

"I have to go Michael, goodbye."

He rushed forward and grabbed me by the arm. I guess nobody questioned it since he was in uniform.

"Please Rileigh, don't do this. I love you."

"You're hurting me Michael, let go."

He pulled his hand away as if I had burned him. Maybe he had forgotten how strong he was. Either way, my arm still hurt.

I hurried to get into my car and headed home. On my way, I thought about calling Carter. I didn't know him that well, but I felt shaken and I knew hearing his voice would make me feel better.

"Hi Rileigh, did you figure out a time for dinner?"

"Are you busy Carter?"

My voice was still a little shaky. I tried to sound calm, but I wasn't sure how well it was working. 

"No, I just got home. What's wrong Babe?"

"I'm fine," I said. My voice was cracking and I was about to cry. I felt stupid. Michael shouldn't still bother me this much. 

"No you're not. Do you want me to come over?"

"Please. I'll be home in about ten minutes."

"Okay, I'll be there in about half an hour or forty-five minutes."

I hung up the phone and tried not to cry the last few minutes until I got home. I went inside, set the groceries in the kitchen, and curled up on my couch. My knees were tucked up under my chin. I kept my eyes on the door and waited for Carter. It took him even less time than he said. He knocked on the door and I told him to come in. He hurried over to me and knelt in front of me.

"What's wrong Rileigh?"

His eyes looked worried, and it only made me want to cry even more. I sniffled and shrugged. Carter's eyes went to my arm. There was a hand shaped bruise there, and his eyes landed right on it. His face went from concerned to angry.

"Who did that Rileigh?"

I turned my face away and didn't answer.

Carter sat on the couch next to me and pulled me into his lap. I hiccupped and snuggled close. It felt so good to be held again. A tear slid down my cheek and Carter caught it with the side of his finger. I sucked in a breath; I was determined not to cry over Michael anymore. Carter pulled his head back enough to look at me.

"Tell me who did this Rileigh."

I didn't want to tell him about Michael. The two men probably worked together. It was a surprise that Carter didn't know about it already. He obviously wasn't going to let it go though, so I had to tell him something. It was funny how Michael had hated what Brian had done to me, yet he wasn't that much better.

"My ex-boyfriend saw me in town today. He wanted to talk and I didn't."

"Who is he?" he asked.

"I won't tell you. Just let it go, please," I begged. 

Carter didn't respond, but he didn't ask any more questions. I snuggled him for a few more minutes, then got up. 

"Are you hungry?" I asked. He smiled at me.

"Of course, would you like some help?"

I smiled back as much as I could. "I'd love some help."

We puttered around the kitchen together, chopping and cooking. It was nice and comfortable. Carter would sneak a kiss here and there. I liked it; it made me forget all about Michael. 

When dinner was done, we sat together at the table to eat. 

"This is great. Where did you learn to cook?" Carter asked when we had finished.

"My mother was a chef at a small restaurant when I was little. She taught me."

"She taught you well. So... I did manage to rent a movie earlier. Luckily, I never took it out of my car. Do you feel like watching it?"

"Sure. What movie did you get?" I questioned.

"I can't remember what it's called, but it's the one about the psychologist in Alaska. Her patients see Aliens in their sleep or something. I'll be right back."

True to his word, Carter was back in no time. We curled up on the sofa and watched the creepy movie together. It ended up not being as creepy as I thought it would be, but it was still a decent movie. 

"Okay, time for chocolate mousse. Wait right here." I left for the kitchen and came back with dessert. I handed Carter a bowl and kept one for myself. He took one spoonful then looked at me with a smile. 

"Let me guess, you made this too?"

I nodded happily. When we were done we set our bowls on the coffee table. I had turned him away last night, but tonight I knew what I wanted. I wanted Carter. The way he had rushed over earlier when something was wrong had made up my mind. Carter was great, and I was not going to deny myself the fucking we both wanted. 

I leaned in to kiss him. He hesitated for a moment, and then put his lips on mine. The minute his tongue slid inside my mouth I went nuts. I straddled his lap without breaking the kiss. His cock felt great against my pussy. God, I wanted him badly. His hands cupped my ass and brought me closer as he raped my mouth with his tongue. My hips began rocking against him. I could feel myself getting wet.




Rileigh and the Cop Ch. 04



Suddenly Carter stood up and picked me up with him. He broke the kiss to speak quickly.

"Bedroom, where?"

I pointed down the hall at my bedroom, and Carter quickly followed my directions. In my bedroom, he laid me down on my soft bed. It took him only seconds to join me. 

I stripped off my tank top and pulled Carter close. He kissed my lips, and then kissed his way down to my full breasts. He unclipped my bra with one hand and went straight for my nipple. His fingernail scraped lightly over the sensitive skin, making me moan out his name. My hands went to his shirt and I pulled it over his head. 

"I hope you don't plan on making me leave, because I'm not sure I could," Carter said.

"Don't worry Carter; you don't have to go anywhere. Actually, I think I'd be mad if you did leave." I chuckled. 

"Thank God."

He slid my shorts and thong down my legs, then stumbled out of his jeans. His package looked more than adequate. I couldn't wait to unwrap it. With his eyes focused on my face, Carter slowly took of his boxers. His cock was hard and it was one of the biggest I had ever seen. It was going to be a tight fit. He came back to the bed and settled on top of me. My back arched and I bit my lip to stay quiet. 

"Nope, no holding back," he said.

I gave a frustrated groan, but decided to listen. I didn't want him to stop. He slid down my body until his mouth was above my wet cunt. I could feel his hot breath fan over my skin. I whimpered and thrashed beneath him. His strong hands grabbed a hold of my hips, and he brought his lips to my clit. He teased it lightly, and then nipped at it gently with his teeth. I jumped when I felt his tongue slide along the length of my pussy. I felt cum flood my hot cunt. 

After about ten more minutes of erotic torture, I couldn't take any more.

"Carter, please."

"Please what?" he asked.

"Please, please, PLEASE fuck me. I want your cock, and I want it now."

Normally I think he might've laughed, but I think he wanted it just as much as I did. He slid back up and spread my legs. I could feel the tip of his dick against my pussy lips just before he started to work his way inside me. It was indeed a very tight fit, but it would be worth it.

"You're so fucking tight Rileigh, it feels so fucking good."

Carter's growls and moans were making me even hornier. I was getting so close to cumming on his hard cock. My hips rolled up against him in waves. Oh God, I couldn't take much more. My body was tensing like a spring. I was getting so close.

"Please Carter, make me cum. I'm so fucking close. I can't take it."

"Okay Baby. But when you cum for me," he began in a whisper, "I want you to cum hard."

His words pushed me over the edge. I came biting his bicep. My nails clawed down his back and my body convulsed. Within seconds I heard Carter shout and felt him cumming in my soaking wet pussy. 

Ten minutes later I was still a little shaky and definitely sleepy. I was willing to bet that Carter felt pretty much the same way.

"Do I have to leave now, or can I stay?" he mumbled. I wiggled closer to him.

"You can stay, if you want to stay that is."

"Oh, I definitely want to stay. I'll just have to leave early tomorrow so I can go home and get ready for work."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm very sure."

"Okay. Goodnight Carter."

"Goodnight Beautiful."

Carter wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. It didn't take us long to fall asleep together. 

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Rileigh and the Cop Ch. 05



Author's Note: I hope this chapter is what you all were hoping for, or that this is at least a hot chapter you can enjoy. Sorry it took so long, I'll try to be faster next time. Please vote, comment, and/or send feedback. I love e-mails :). Thank you for reading!

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I woke up in my bed, but something was different this morning. There was an arm wrapped around my torso. I almost panicked before I remembered who that arm belonged to. I slid out of bed and looked Carter over. He must be a heavy sleeper, he hadn't stirred an inch. He looked cute with tousled hair and his legs tangled up in my pink sheets. It made me smile on my way to the master bathroom. 

I would've stripped before getting into the shower, but I was already naked. The water that I stepped under was hot and welcome. A shadow passed outside of my shower door as I was about to start soaping myself. I backed into the shower wall for a moment, even though I knew it was probably just Carter. He opened the shower door and grinned at me.

"You're very bad, scaring a lady when she's in the shower," I told him.

"You're the naughty one, sneaking off the shower without waking me up."

Obviously he wasn't as heavy a sleeper as I thought. Somehow I wasn't too upset about it.

"Good morning Beautiful," he said. Carter walked over to me and took the sponge from my hand. He put eve more soap on it until it was covered in bubbles, and then he started lathering me up. It was hot and sensual. I never thought getting clean could be so dirty. His stare was very intent as he sponged my breasts. It was more like a caress. My nipples hardened and I was starting to get wet in more ways than one. 

"Good morning Handsome," I said breathlessly. 

Carter's eyes stared into mine with carnal intent. His fingertip brushed over my nipple and I squealed. He picked me up and backed me into the shower wall with a light thud. The tiles were cool against my back but the water was hot. Carter looked into my eyes right before he thrust his cock into me. I yelped out, but oh boy did I like it. 

I wrapped my legs tight around him and held on for dear life as he fucked me. I sank my teeth into his shoulder. Carter made a sound close to a growl. His muscles rippled as he shoved his cock into my pussy. He stared at me with his beautiful grey eyes and I felt as if I would drown in them. 

He brought his lips to mine and fucked my mouth with his tongue. I slid my tongue against his. He was both aggressive and gentle at the same time. My nails raked down his back as my body tensed. I was going to cum soon, I just knew it. His cock was thick and hard inside my wet cunt and I loved it. My moans were echoing off the walls. He was bumping my cervix with each thrust and it was driving me nuts. 

Close, oh God, so close. I was going to cum soon.

"Carter, please, fuck me harrrd. I'm going to cum for you, all over your cock. Please," I begged.

He didn't hesitate to follow my instruction. My back slammed into the wall as he thrust into me. I couldn't take it anymore; I let out a scream as I came all over him. My body shook as ripple after ripple tore through me. Little whimpers kept sneaking out of my lips. Colored spots blurred my vision while my body shuddered in wicked pleasure.

Slowly my orgasm subsided, but I was extra sensitive and Carter wasn't done. His cock was still fucking my pussy. My shoulders were starting to hurt from banging up against the cold tile wall for so long, but I didn't want him to stop. It was torturous pleasure, just the way I liked it. 

One of his arms wrapped more tightly around my waist while he used the other hand to cup my breast. I yelped out. My nipples felt way more sensitive than usual. My blood was pumping so fast that I could hear it rushing in my head. 

Carter scraped his fingernail over my nipple until I cried out. Fuck, it felt so good. Next he slid his hand down between my legs. He pinched my clit a little until I was squealing his name. I wiggled against him but it just heightened every sensation I was feeling. He slammed his cock into me even harder. My nails left red stripes down his back. 

"Oh God, Carter. Fuckkk! I'm going to cum again Baby," I moaned out between pants. Another orgasm was closing in, and I knew this one would be more violent than the last.

"That's it Baby, cum for me. Cum all over my cock Rileigh."

His words tipped me over the edge. My orgasm came crashing through in a riptide of erotic ecstasy. I shouted out Carter's name like a mantra. My cum soaked his cock but he pumped his cock into me even faster in a frenzy.

"Rileigh! I'm cumming Baby, I'm cumming!!" he shouted.

My climax rolled me harder as I felt him cum in my pussy. It was raw and sexual and it made my head dizzy with pleasure. 

I clung to him until my heart slowed its beating. My legs felt wobbly and my muscles were quivering. I had no idea how Carter was still managing to support all of our weight. Gently, he set me back on my feet. 

I rested my weight against the wall until I was sure I could stand. Carefully, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel off the rack. I handed one to Carter and giggled when he looked a little uneasy on his feet.

"Are you sure you can walk?" I asked jokingly. He gave me a wide grin.

"I can walk; it might just be a good idea to walk back to your bed so I can lay in it."

Together we walked back to my bed and collapsed onto it. One of us pulled the blanket up over our bodies. In a minute or two I was going to fall right back asleep. 

"And the next time you wake up, don't sneak out of bed," Carter told me. I smiled and curled up against him. Not much later I was out like a light.

When we finally woke up it was noon. I made sure to wake up Carter before I rolled out of bed. The dress I picked out was a white sundress that came halfway down my thighs. It showed off my tan and the halter top showcased my full rack. I made sure to comb through my hair before I put on my makeup. 

"Where are you going?" he asked conversationally.

"I have to stop in town to run some errands. What are you up to today?" I responded.

"I have to pick up some paperwork from the office, but I can do that later. Other than that, today is my day off. Would you mind if we ran your errands together? Otherwise I'll be bored on my day off." Carter gave me a boyish grin, and I couldn't resist. All I had to do was mail a manuscript, stop at the grocery store and pick up some art supplies. 

"Okay," I agreed happily. 

"I'm going to run out to my truck. I keep a spare set of clothes in there. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere Beautiful." He threw on his jeans from the night before and got ready to head outside.

"Do you spend the night with that many women?" I asked. I hoped the answer was no, but I knew it was probably yes. A guy like him was too good to spend his nights alone. 

"No, I'm a cop, and I was a boy scout. I like to be prepared."

Well there ya go, he was a boy scout. I couldn't blame a guy for wanting to be prepared. 

"I'll be right back Rileigh, I promise."

Carter didn't lie; he was right back in with a duffel bag. He brought his bag into the bedroom where I was and just started stripping out of his jeans and slipping into a fresh change of clothes. I took the opportunity to admire his muscular body. His was every straight girl's perfect idea of eye candy. He had beautiful eyes, great hair, and a ripped body. It also helped that he had a nice long, thick cock. 

He was fully clothed way too quickly. I sighed and stood.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked.

"I'm ready if you are. Who's driving?"

I thought about it, and then I remember the comment he had made about my Audi. I tossed him my keys and smiled.

"You're letting me drive your car? Well Darlin'," he began," that's a pretty big step. Are you sure you're ready for that?" 

He was just too cute, I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm ready, just don't get pulled over in my car."

"Well, we won't have to worry about getting pulled over because you won't be driving."

I wanted to argue, but he was right. The first night I met Carter was when he was pulling me over for speeding. I settled for a playful punch into his shoulder. 

"Yeah, yeah. I need to go to the Post Office, and then there's an art supply store a few hours away in Beaux Ridge."

"To the Post Office it is."

Like the gentleman that he was, Carter helped me into his truck and then drove me to town. I was in and out of the Post Office in no time. I just went in and shipped my manuscript to my editor. When I slid back into the passenger seat, Carter was all too ready to continue behind the wheel of my new A6. He was a pretty good driver; it was as if my car purred under his touch. I didn't blame the car, he made me purr too.

It was a short drive to the market; the drive to Beaux Ride was longer. The drive was calm and relaxing. Carter reached over to put my hand in his. The gesture was sweet and it made me smile. Maybe everything would be alright after all. When we got to the art supply store Carter helped me out of the car. I saw his eyes travel over my curvy figure and blushed at his scrutiny. 

Inside the store I browsed through sculpting supplies, looked at their oil paint and picked up a few other odds and ends. I loved getting new toys for my art. I already had an idea for a good sculpture. 

"So is this what art you do?" Carter asked.

"I dabble in everything: sculpture, painting, writing, and sometimes other stuff. I pretty much like to do it all." I smiled.

"A Jack of all trades I see."

"You got it." It was hard to wipe the foolish grin off of my face. Being this happy should be a crime, or it should be an ice cream with way too many calories. Anything that was that delicious and satisfying had to have a TON of calories. 

I paid for my supplies and we started heading back to my house. The clouds were fluffy and beautiful and it was nice to just sit back and relax when I felt safe.

"Would you mind if I stopped by the station real quick? I just want to pick up that file." Carter asked. My heart started pounding. The station? What if Michael was there? I didn't want to see him, and Carter still didn't know. I hadn't wanted to tell him when I met him, and the right time hadn't come. 

"Do we have to? I wanted to get home and get started on a sculpture. You could just drop me off at my house and then run over there real quick." My heart was crashing into my ribs. It was hard to look calm and to keep my panic kept in check.

"I'll be fast, I promise. It's right on the way back."

The look he gave me was so happy and innocent, I couldn't object anymore without good reason. I would just stay in the car and hopefully everything would be okay. It was still slightly surprising that neither one of the men had mentioned my name to the other. My luck could only last so much longer. 

"Okay, but can I just wait in the car?" I asked.

"Sure Baby," he smiled easily. 

The entire ride to the Sherriff's Office I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles. I was surprised my lip wasn't bleeding for how much I was knawing on it. I tried to look cool and collected but I had no idea if it was working. 

When we finally got to the station I was almost hyperventilating. I prayed that Michael wasn't there. Carter smiled at me until he took a good look at my face.

"Rileigh? Are you alright? You look so pale." Concern was written all over his face. I was probably just overreacting. 

"I'm fine Carter. Go in and get what you need. I'll be waiting right here."

"Alright Baby. I'll be right back."

Carter jogged inside and went in to see his boss. Sherriff Roan Thompson was sitting at his desk shuffling through papers when he looked up at his visitor.

"Do you have the file on the Rivera case you wanted me to have Boss?"

"Yeah, I was hoping I wouldn't forget to give that to you. Let me find it real quick." Sherriff Thompson shuffled through the clutter on his desk once more and pulled out a manila folder. He handed it over to his deputy. "There ya go. See you tomorrow Devereaux."

"See you later."

Carter was on his way back outside to Rileigh when he bumped into Michael.

"What's got you in such a rush?" he asked Carter.

"She's waiting out in the car for me," he replied with a grin.

"I'd still like to meet this mystery girl," Mike informed him.

"I'm sure you'll meet Rileigh soon enough. I think she's a keeper."

Michael shook his head, thinking he must have heard wrong.

"What did you say her name was?" Mike asked.

"Rileigh," Carter responded.

"Rileigh Daniels?"

"Yeah, how did you know?" Carter had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Something didn't feel right. The look on Michael's face was a bad sign.

"Because I was dating Rileigh Daniels. She's the woman I've been trying to get back. How the fuck did you meet her?"

Michael looked furious and Carter was shocked. Rileigh and Michael? He thought about it, and then it all clicked into place. The night he had met Rileigh she had called him by another name: Michael. Her ex had been calling her, trying to get back with her. She must have known they worked together, why hadn't she said something? Now that he thought about it, he remembered seeing her at the charity ball the day Mike kissed Marissa. Carter had a lot of questions he needed to ask her, but first he had to deal with Mike. Carter tried to decide exactly how much to tell the other man.

"I met her in the bookstore."

"How long have you been fucking my girlfriend?" Michael asked angrily. His question only served to make Carter's own temper rise.

"Rileigh and I have been dating for long enough. And she is not your girlfriend and hasn't been for a while. I strongly suggest that you leave her alone. If you don't, I will come after you," Carter threatened. 

"Rileigh belongs with me. You better not fucking touch her one more time. Where the Hell is she??" 

Michael was practically yelling. Carter could see why Rileigh was scared of him. He didn't care what it took; he swore he would do what it took to keep her safe.

"Leave her alone Mike. She never wants to see you again. You fucked everything up by fucking Marissa."

Something inside Michael snapped. He lunged at his friend. Mike tackled Carter to the ground and landed a solid punch right into Carter's jaw. 

Everyone in the office stopped in the middle of what they were doing to see what the commotion was. What they saw left them frozen in shock. Carter took his elbow and used it to break Mike's nose. Any man that laid a hand a woman deserved a broken nose, if not more. Michael drew back and howled, blood dripping onto his shirt. 

Michael was just about to try another swing at Carter when someone came up behind him to restrain him. He fought against them, so another man helped hold him back. Carter rose calmly from the floor and wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand. 

Their boss came storming out of his office with his voice striking like thunder.

"What the Hell is going on here?" he demanded to know.

"That son of a bitch has been fucking my girlfriend," Michael spat.

"That's not true. She broke up with him for cheating on her. When she and I started dating I had no idea she had been with Mike." Carter was furious, but he kept his temper on a tight leash.

"I can't believe you two are fighting over a woman. Who started it?" Thompson asked. 

The answer wasn't forthcoming. Nobody wanted to rat out a fellow officer.

"I asked a question damnit! Who started the damn fight??"

"Mike did," one of the dispatchers answered. "Carter was only defending himself."

"Is this true?" their boss asked.

Everyone in the room nodded, except Mike. Thompson looked at him.

"Did you throw the first punch Mike?" 

"Yes," he answered harshly.

"You're suspended for a week."

"You can't do that," Michael said indignantly.

"Can and did. Get out of my station," Thompson said.

Michael headed for the door and Carter followed quickly on his heels. Rileigh was still out there and Carter did not want Mike to get anywhere near her. Carter understood her reaction to coming here now. She was still sitting in the car when the two men walked outside. Carter could see the fear on her face as she saw Michael, and when Michael saw her, he headed straight toward her car. 

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Rileigh and the Cop Ch. 06



Author's Note: Hey, so I know I haven;t written in a while, and I'm reeeally sorry. I've been sick on and off and working two jobs. Anyway, this chapter combines the "Rileigh and the Cop" series with the "A Soldier's Gypsy" series. I know some of you wanted Michael to be the good guy, so I hope you enjoy my solution. It may help if you read some of the "A Soldier's Gypsy" series, especially the sixth chapter. Please comment, vote, and/or send feedback!! Thanks, and enjoy!!

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Michael walked up to the car as I frantically made sure the doors were locked. I saw Carter; he looked as angry as Michael was, and I couldn't tell if it was me or Michael he was angry at. Maybe it was both. 

"Rileigh!" I heard Michael shout. "Rileigh, get out of that car damnit."

Mike tried the door with a furious look on his face. My heart was beating like a caged hummingbird. I saw a few other officers rush out of the station. Two went to grab Mike. Carter said something to them, but I couldn't hear what. If looks could kill, the look Michael sent Carter would have. Carter looked back at me in the car.

"Rileigh," he said softly, "Baby, open this door." His eyes darted to the keys, still in the ignition. I looked over to make sure Michael was still restrained, then nodded and unlocked the door. 

He got in, the muscles in his jaw flexing as he fought to stay calm. After we had driven about five minutes away, he glanced over at me.

"Are you alright, Rileigh?"

I nodded, but my heart was still beating a little fast. I wanted to bolt, to run and hide. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

Oh boy, I knew that question had been coming. How do I explain it? Did I owe him an explanation? Ugh, of course I did. I mulled it over in my head a minute before I answered.

"It wasn't exactly first date material," I began quietly. "I didn't think it was something you needed to know when I saw you in the bookstore. And I didn't want to bring it up when we went to dinner. Then there just didn't seem like there was a good time. I hoped that if I ignored it, it would go away," I said, feeling stupid. Of course it wouldn't have just gone away.

"What about that day you called me over, when you ran into him in town? Why didn't you tell me it was Mike who left those bruises?" he questioned. I didn't really have a good answer so I kept silent. "I see the guy almost every day, I work with him. I'm surprised it didn't come out already. You were the woman that ran out that night at the charity ball, weren't you?"

I nodded and watched his face. He did not look happy with me. Neither of us said anything as we finished the drive back to my house. Once we were there he came around to my side and opened the door. He held out a hand to me. "Come here, Baby."

Cautiously, I reached out and went with him inside. He sat down on the couch and pulled me into his lap. He was stiff at first, and then it felt like all of the tension drained out of his body. 

"You should have told me Rileigh," he said as he pulled me close. I nuzzled my cheek against his chest and held on tight. Finally, my heart beat was back to normal.

"I'm sorry Carter, very sorry. I'm just a big scaredy cat. I should have told you," I mumbled into his shirt. My arms wrapped around his waist and I didn't want to let go. 

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At home, Michael was looking for something to break. He needed to get his anger out of his system. A better idea came to him, and he changed into some jeans, a shirt and his leather jacket. He went out to his garage in search of his pride and joy. 

The Kawasaki purred to life and he straddled it in a well practiced move. The bike rode smoothly out onto the road. He headed for the hills. The winding roads proved more interesting. Michael didn't care if he was speeding. Fuck it. 

God, how could Rileigh do that? Sure, he kissed Marissa, but it wasn't like he fucked her. It had been a stupid mistake. If she would have just given him a chance.

He had known Marissa would be trouble, but he thought he could handle her. Now Carter had her. Thinking about it now, Mike regretted slugging him. He honestly believed Carter hadn't known. Still, he hated the idea of Carter fucking his brown eyed girl. Well, he guessed she wasn't his anymore. 

As the anger faded away, the hurt sunk in. He hated feeling this way. His heart felt like it was tearing, it physically hurt. He didn't want to see Carter or Rileigh for a long time if he could help it. Maybe it was time for a career change.

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Two weeks later Carter and I were still talking. We had gotten over the Michael thing. I had worried about them working together when Mike got back from his suspension, but he didn't come back. Nobody at the station knew exactly what he was doing now, but rumor was that he had a new job. That was just fine by me. 

I knew that I had overreacted a bit that night at the ball, but I didn't regret it. I felt the way I felt, and I wasn't going to apologize for that. Kissing was still cheating in my book; I wanted someone who could be completely faithful with me. And Carter, well he and I fit much better, and he hadn't kissed that bitchy Marissa Moore.

I indulged in the sight of him now. He was struggling not to look uncomfortable. I bet he regretted agreeing to be my model for the day. I was trying my hand at clay sculpture and had wanted to sculpt him- nude. 

The contrast between his hard chiseled body and all of the delicate pretty flowers in my garden was breathtaking. Well, when he wasn't fidgeting that was.

"Are you sure no one will see me?" he asked nervously. I chuckled.

"My back yard is surrounded by trees, and I live in the middle of nowhere without another house in sight. It's fine. Plus, if any woman comes by, I don't think she'll be objecting to the view." 

I laughed when I started to see the blush creeping up his cheeks. It was an interesting sight, usually he was so damn confident. I didn't see why he was blushing, the man looked like sex on a stick, no pun intended. Everything about his body was mouth-watering.

He was all lean muscle. Big biceps, washboard abs, and his ass was divine. My hands molded the clay, and the more I studied his body, the more I wished my hands were on him. Thank God I was almost done, we had already been out for hours. I wanted to lick up the little beads of sweat from his tan skin. I wanted my hands on those delicious muscles, on every inch of his body. 

My heart was pounding and I realized I was staring. What I was staring at definitely liked my attention. I licked my lips and I saw his cock get even harder. My mouth started watering. Carter moved out of his pose and began stalking toward me.

"Oh no you don't, I'm not finished!" I squealed as he raced over and threw me over his shoulder. My little fists pounded against his back but to no avail. "Carter, you big oaf, put me down! Umph! I'm not done with my sculpture!"

He shifted me on his shoulder and then gave me a firm smack on my jean clad ass. I yelled and struggled, but he just tightened his grip. Truth be told, I wasn't that upset as he set me down and pinned me against my giant oak tree. 

His mouth was on mine immediately, teasing at my lips. Carefully, he took my bottom lip between his teeth to nibble on it. I moaned and arched into his body. He kissed his way down my chin, trailed his lips over my neck, and licked his way to the collar of my shirt. He made a frustrated sound looking at my shirt and took the fabric in his hands. I was about to object but he covered my lips with his. As he kissed me I could hear the sound of fabric tearing. 

His tongue thrust into my mouth to keep me from objecting. It worked. I forgot all about my torn shirt and stroked his tongue with my own. My fingers slid into his hair and my hips rolled against his hard cock. I moaned into his mouth. God I loved his big thick cock. 

I looked up into Carter's gorgeous baby blues before I nudged him backward then I sank to my knees. I wrapped my hand around his thick dick and kept my eyes on his face. I exhaled hot breath on the sensitive skin before taking the smooth head into my mouth. Mmmmm, fuck, I loved the taste of him, that yummy precum on my tongue. 

I stroked every inch of his cock with my tongue before sliding more into my mouth. I flicked my tongue under the head of his cock and in the slit in the top. I moaned with his dick filling my mouth and I heard Carter groan as the vibrations rumbled around his thick shaft. My head bobbed back and forth as I applied suction. 

He grabbed handfuls of hair and started to fuck my mouth. The look on his face made me even wetter. Gently, I cupped his balls in my hand as I tried to take as much of him into my mouth as I could. His hips helped shove his cock down my throat until I almost gagged. His eyes rolled backward and his lips parted on a ragged breath.

My mouth made a quiet popping sound as I slid it off of his dick. As I stood up I stripped my jean shorts down my tanned thighs. I leaned in to whisper into Carter's ear.

"I want your cock now Baby, fuck me. Fuck me harrrd and deeeep."

In seconds Carter picked me up and pressed my back into the oak tree. With one hand he snuck his hand behind me to unhook my bra. He pulled it off of me and threw it into the garden. Leaning forward, he pressed his chest against me, my nipples getting hard as our skin rubbed together. 

I looked down to see him grab his cock, and he jacked it off against my wet pussy lips, teasing me and making me groan. He knew I wanted that yummy dick in my cunt, but he was just teasing me.

"Carter, Baby, give me your cock. I want it now Baby, please," I begged. 

He chuckled. "Not yet Babe." 

I rolled my hips forward but he wasn't budging. "Carter, please!"

He still didn't listen, instead he slid his cock against my pussy, grazing my clit and making me cry out. My nails sunk into his back. I didn't know how much more I could stand before I got that big dick into my cunt. I tried to wiggle onto his cock, but I knew he wouldn't give it to me until he was ready. 

Knowing one of his weaknesses, I moved my mouth to his neck and scraped my teeth down his skin. He growled and I knew my ploy was working. I wanted him ready NOW. I nibbled on his ear and knew that he wouldn't wait much longer. My heart was pounding and I couldn't wait for him to take me.

Finally, he gave me what I wanted. First I felt the wide head of his penis enter my pussy, then another inch. Carter rocked his hips back a fraction before pushing back in. My head tilted back and I groaned.

"Mmmm, oh fuck Carter. Yes Baby, fuck my cunt," I told him. 

"I love your tight pussy on my dick," he panted out. He looked down to watch his cock sliding in and out of me, and I looked down to watch too. The sight aroused me even more. I was still amazed that something so big fit inside me. I whimpered as he slid his dick as deep as he could. Oh God, it felt so fucking good. He started thrusting harder and I could feel my body begin to tense up. 

One of his hands held my hips still while the other reached up to cup a breast. He rolled a nipple between his fingers. Fuck, he was good with his fingers. He pulled his hand away for a moment to lick his fingertips, then he teased my other nipple, plucking it, rubbing. He leaned his blonde head down and took a nipple into his wet mouth. I pulled at his hair and shouted out.

Oh my, Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. So close.

"Carter, fuck me, mmm, fuck me harder. Go as deep as you can Baby, oh God, I'm so close! Make my pussy stretch wide open around your dick Baby." 

With shocking speed, his hips thrust fast, pounding deeper, harder. The bark of the tree scratched my back, but I didn't care. I was so fucking close. I could tell that Carter was close too. Just, mmm, just a little more and he'd push me over the edge. 

"Cum with me Baby. Fill my pussy up with your hot sticky cum. I want it so fucking bad. Cum for me Carter."

All restraint slipped away and his sweaty body pounded into me. Fuck! The tension began to reach its peak and I felt my orgasm rock me. My cunt clenched around his cock and I screamed his name. I heard Carter speed up a moment and then thrust deep and stay there.

"Rileigh! Baby, I'm cumming!" he shouted.

My nails tore down his back and I held on for dear life. Spasms rippled through my body. The feeling of his sticky thick cum coating the inside of my pussy thrilled me. Both of us panting, Carter sunk to the ground with me in his lap. We looked down at our naked selves, out in the open of my backyard and chuckled. Oh, what a view.

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A knock sounded and I walked over to open the door. As expected, Franc was there with my breakfast.

"Bonjour, Mademoiselle."

"Franc, how many times must I tell you to call me Morgan?" I asked. After three days you would think he would get it. Old habits die hard I guess. He was still cute. If I weren't on a strict diet I would contemplate having him for breakfast instead of my exotic fruit salad. I looked him over again. He had to be in his early twenties. I wondered how he came to work here, especially with that smooth French accent. "You're from France, aren't you Franc?"

"Oui, Morgan. But I have become quite fond of the States. I think maybe there is a bit of French in you, along with that fiery Irish I see in your hair," he responded with a sexy grin. I saw his eyes drift down to take in my blue silk robe. I hoped he couldn't see my nipples harden, but the robe wasn't doing much to keep them hidden. Oh my. Gulp.

"Ah, umm.. you would be correct. Well, that's all for now, see you later Franc."

I could tell he wanted to flirt some more, but he knew when he was being dismissed. If he kept giving me those sexy grins, my resolve might start crumbling. I shut the door and leaned back against it with a sigh of relief.

A minute later I sank into the big chair in the sitting area and looked at the fruit salad with delight. It was in a carved out pineapple. The star fruit looked appealing, and I wondered how they kept the kiwi from getting mushy. I took a bite and closed my eyes in delight. Oh they were good. Sure, fruit salad was easy to do, but each piece of fruit tasted as if it had just been picked and sliced today. Yum.

After I finished my last bite, I headed to my room. Which bikini did I want to wear? Hmm. A-ha! The metallic white one with the gold chains would be perfect. The top was white and caught the sunlight perfectly. The bottom was a matching white, but wide gold hoops held the bottom together on each side. 

I tied a white sarong around my bikini before I left for the gardens. Garden first, then pool, and maybe hot tub. Mmm, hot tub. I wondered if I would see Mr. Hot Stuff again. Ugh, why was I so attracted to something I couldn't have? Especially when he was such a cocky bastard. But damn he was sexy. That dark hair, those bright green eyes. The old Morgan would have fucked him in a heartbeat. 

There was a gorgeous archway leading into the garden. Vines twisted around the woods. I loved hotels like this. It was like paradise. Rae and Gabe were miles and miles away. It was easy to push thoughts of them out of my mind, though I did still feel a slight pang thinking about them.

Roses, I loved roses. The gardener here was known for his exquisite hybrid roses. The bottoms of the petals were white with bright pink at the top. I leaned forward to sniff one. 

"Beautiful aren't they?" someone asked. At the sound of his deep voice, I turned around. Of course. Hot Stuff.

"You," I murmured in surprise. He was close enough for me to catch the scent of his cologne. Mmmmm, why did he have to smell so edible? He was like sin waiting to happen; hot, sweaty, orgasmic sin.

"It's very nice to see you again, Morgan." His breath tickled my ear as he spoke. It send tingles down my spine. Oh my, this was getting dangerous. Why do I keep finding temptation? I had to get away, fast. 

"I wish I could say the same, Mr. Blaker. However, I have to get going."

I made to walk past him, but he moved to block my path. "You can just call me Michael. And the pool will be open for a while," he said, eyeing that part of my bikini that could be seen around the sarong. "I think you're running Morgan," he whispered. 

Was I running? Yeah, I was. I didn't want to sink back into my old ways so quickly, and now Mr. Hot Stuff was really testing my resolve. Knowing he wouldn't let me go forward, I turned to bolt the other direction. Before I could even turn all the way, two strong arms wrapped around my waist. The hold was strong, but he wasn't hurting me. I looked up at Michael with panicked eyes. Oh my, he was so close, and he felt better than I wanted him to.

His mouth descended on mine. I closed my eyes on a wave of desire and tried to resist him. I couldn't. His mouth tasted sweet, with a hint of spice. His tongue played with the seam of my lips until they parted. His tongue slid inside, and he wrapped a hand in my hair to hold me still for his kiss. Man, could he kiss. I fought to get a better taste of hime, I wanted more.