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“I can’t. I’ve got to finish making these cookies for you and Beau.” I somehow managed to time the chicken casserole dinner being done a few minutes before the cookies were going to start being baked.
“Cookies for who?” Fletcher asks. Gone are his police belt, boots, and hat. He’s working his way down the buttons of his shirt, revealing his golden sun-kissed chest. My god. I ignore his question. I’m solely focused on his striptease. “Woman, you gonna answer my question, or do I need to get your attention in another way?”
The clattering of spoons hitting the countertop is jarring. I was using them to form balls for the chocolate chip cookie dough, but my hands drop them and grab the hand towel off to the side to wipe the dampness from the palms of my hands. “For you and Beau. You all helped me with the desk, so I figured I’d repay the favor.”
“Turn the oven off, Delilah. Your cookies are mine, not anyone else’s,” he states as he finishes taking off his shirt, and I’m fumbling to do as he says.
“They’re only cookies, Fletcher. I’m not giving him my cookie.” I’ve done it now. I’ve unleashed the beast, and dinner along with the dough will be abandoned for the time being.
“They’re your cookies, which mean they’re mine. Apparently, you need a reminder of that.” He grabs the handcuffs off his belt. My nipples tighten beneath my top, thighs slick with arousal, and there’s no cooling off when Fletcher is looking at me like that. The promise in his heated tone, the way his body moves with each step he takes. Slow and calculated.
“Very much so.” Only the kitchen island is between us once he makes his way toward me. I’m not sure if I should run toward him or run away. If I run from him, he’ll chase after me, which is what spurs me on.
I want to be caught by Fletcher Wild.
I want to be loved by Fletcher Wild.
I want to be consumed by Fletcher Wild.
And I want everything Fletcher Wild is willing to give me.
He must sense that I’m going to bolt, I spin fast on my heels, arms pumping and feet rushing across the kitchen floor. I’m smiling widely. Fletcher is hot on my heels. I’m barely able to look over my shoulder for fear that he’ll catch me as soon as I round the island. He’s fast, has to be for his job, but I also want this little game to last longer than a millisecond.
“Now you’ve done it. My handcuffs are going to look damn pretty around your wrists while you’re naked on my bed.” I stutter in my race. Still, I’m a couple of steps ahead. I’m sure he’s giving me a little bit of a head start, and I’m going to use it to my advantage. Two can play this game. I push the straps of my dress down while keeping up my momentum, doing a shimmy to help its way to the floor.
“You have to catch me first,” I goad, and no sooner do I make it down the hallway than I feel his arm band around my waist, his hot chest to my back, and his clothed covered cock is wedged between the cheeks of my ass.
“Gotcha, Delilah.” He nips at my ear, and I melt into his warmth.
“I gave up pretty easily,” I say with a gasp as his hand travels up until he’s palming my breast.
“You good with this?” he asks. I’m so lost in euphoria, Fletcher could ask for anything, and I’d more than likely give it to him. I don’t answer him fast enough, so he pinches my nipple to get my attention. “Delilah, I’m going to cuff you to the bed, then I’m going to use my mouth on every inch of your body. I’ll make you come with my fingers inside your pussy, my lips wrapped around these pretty nipples. I’ll work you up again until you’re on the edge, then right before you tip over, I’ll pull back and slam my cock deep inside you and come with you.”
“Yes, please, Fletcher. Please.” My knees weaken. I want all of that and more.
“You’re in for it now, Delilah.” He spins me around, bends at the knees, my stomach going to his shoulder, his hand lands on my ass with a thwack, and I’m being carried down the hall to his bedroom. My hands move to his firm butt, and I squeeze, causing another sharp smack to mirror the slight sting of the other cheek.
“Fletch.” I wiggle my legs, trying to alleviate the ache between my thighs. I’m silently praying he quickens his pace, and we can finally get to the part where he makes me come, repeatedly, over and over again.
Chapter 15
Fletch
“What’s up, big brother?” Justice says on the second ring. There are only two years between Justice and me. From oldest to youngest, it goes Owen, Asher, me, Justice, Colton, and Beau.
“Calling to check in. Haven’t heard from you in a minute.” He’s been out doing his own thing. A musician who has a hit song and everything. I couldn’t be prouder of him, but there’s a selfish part of me that would like to see him come home to settle down.
“I’m good, living the good life, you know? How are things your way?” He’s hedging, giving me the smallest pieces possible. I get it. We all kind of went our separate ways at times. Shit, it was me who left to go fuck around when I graduated high school, move from place to place until I landed in Wyoming. I met Lawson Johnson at a bar, things got rowdy when some dumb fucker decided to get handsy with one of the waitresses, and we took action. It also landed us in our own set of silver bracelets until our names were cleared. That’s how we became friends and still are to this day.
“Fuck, where do I even begin? I’m in deep, man. Deeper than I’ve ever been. I’m talking Mom and Dad kind of deep.” I can see my life planned out—coming home every night to Delilah like I did last night, although the damn thing would be locked, a ring on her finger, my kid inside her. She’d be in one of her sundresses or sweats with one of her tees. Delilah has an aversion for undergarments once she’s home for the day, and I’m hoping she’ll always be that way. I’d walk straight to her, take her in my arms, and kiss her until she’s breathless. Hell, it wouldn’t matter if she was in the kitchen. Delilah could be sitting on the couch, watching one of her sitcoms she enjoys so much, and I’d still do the same damn thing.
“Who’s the lucky lady?” Justice asks. I’m in my car on the way to the station, except I’m going to do a drive-by of the house from yesterday. After I made good on my promise, fucking Delilah with my fingers and mouth while she was handcuffed to my bed, only when she boneless, begging for a break, skin slick with perspiration, hair a knotted mess, and flush from head to toe, did I unlock the cuffs. I’d barely rubbed her wrists and shoulders, making sure the circulation was back to normal, when she was attacking me. My cock was more than ready, her pleas about being unable to take much more long gone. Delilah lined her pussy up to my dick and sank down. My mouth went to hers, swallowing down her moans, and she was coming once again, taking me along with her.
“Delilah Taylor, the police chief, my boss’, daughter.” Justice lets out a low whistle. “That’s not all. I’m falling in love with her.” I’m not ashamed for what I feel for Delilah. I’m worried about how this is all going to play out more than anything. I may lean more on the wild side, but I’m not a gambler, and our relationship right now is a high stakes game. And Chief Taylor could call all the shots.
“Man, when you grab life by the balls, you go all out. I’m not sure I have any advice, if that’s what you’re looking for.” I wasn’t really looking for it. There’s none I need, really. We either continue hiding our relationship, or we tear the Band-Aid off in one quick rip. The only problem with that is the fallout I’m sure will come. Neither of us could potentially come out unscathed. Delilah is the one I worry about the most. “I will say this, a love like Mom and Dad’s, you’d be stupid not to pursue it.”
“That’s what we’re doing. The sneaking around is going to get hard though. I can only ask the family to keep their mouth shut for so long, and it’d sure as shit be nice to take Delilah out for a date instead of locking us away at my place all the time.” She hasn’t complained, and neither have I, especially after last night.
