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I no longer tried to stifle the moans. I opened my mouth and let it all come out. My cries of pleasure echoed off the mountains in the distance and reverberated in the valleys beyond.
I bet all of Wyoming could have heard us fucking. But with my eyes closed and Grayson’s thick cock inside me and Samuel’s mouth on my breasts, his hands kneading my legs, I didn’t care. I closed my eyes and let the water, the hands, mouths, lips, tongues, and long thick cocks pleasure me.
10
Lincoln
Returning to the scene of the crime, I thought about how many times in my career as a police officer I would take this route: getting in my car after downing a quick breakfast of coffee and toast, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions swirling in my head, driving out of town into the outskirts to revisit the familiar haunts.
I had yet to make a bust, book a suspect or investigate a crime scene. Though having a threesome in the creek did violate many statutes, I wasn’t about to make that my first collar.
If only I hadn’t been driving out by Eagle Creek last night.
Eagle Creek wasn’t technically part of my patrol, but there was something about the moonlight and the stillness in the air that compelled me to go out that way. I suppose that was the cop’s intuition I’ve heard so much talk about.
My intuition this afternoon was telling me I should forget about the whole thing. So what if Ruby wanted to get it on with a couple of ranchers down in the creek. She wasn’t a part of my life anymore. And she shouldn’t be occupying as much of my mind as she was.
Ruby was a lost soul, and I was found. I was a proud member of the Magnolia Police Force, now, with a purpose and a bright career ahead of me. Ruby had had her chance with me, and she’d blown it.
I kept repeating this to myself as I was driving, and I was starting to believe it, too, when intuition or a subconscious desire to revisit what I’d seen the night before had me driving back out towards Eagle Creek.
Returning to the scene of the crime. I wasn’t the only one. I saw Ruby walking along the road not but a quarter mile from where I’d spotted her last night.
Well, I’ll be. Like a dog returns to its vomit.
I slowed down and pulled up alongside her. I hadn’t thought about what to say and was surprised that the words that came out of me were “Need a ride?”
She lifted her camera and said, “No, thanks. I’ve got pictures to take.” With that, she turned from me and started walking away.
“Hey,” I called after her.
She didn’t stop but glanced over her shoulder.
“The creek is public land,” I said.
She furrowed her brow.
“And having an orgy on public land is against the law.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, turned her head, and kept walking.
I had to roll onto the shoulder to keep up. “Of course, that’s not something we usually bother the courts with. Usually, when it’s young people, best to inform the family, let them handle it.”
This had her stop. She came up to the passenger side door. The window was open, so she put her elbows on the window frame and leaned in. “What are you trying to say, Lincoln?”
“I saw you last night.” I tried to keep a serious expression, tried to keep the grin from showing, but I failed. “I was driving down by the quarry with the window down, and I said to myself, ‘what is that sound?’ Is that jackals mating or a band of coyotes giving birth?”
She huffed and rolled her eyes.
“Naturally, I went to investigate. What do you think I saw?”
“I don’t know, Lincoln. What did you see?”
Now, my grin was wide and toothy. “Well, I saw you, Ruby, in the creek, fornicating.”
“Fornicating?” she said in a patronizing tone.
“You know, fucking,” I said. “And not with a guy, but with two guys!”
“Wow, Lincoln. Sounds like it was your lucky night.”
“Do your parents know their daughter is a tramp? That she fucks guys in the creek at night?”
Ruby bit down on the inside of her cheeks, sucking them which added to the sharpness of her cheekbones. Her brow creased and she glared at me with angry green eyes. “Is this what it’s like to be a cop, Lincoln? Spying on your ex?”
“I wasn’t spying?”
“Harassing her, threatening her, trying to embarrass her?”
“I wasn’t…”
“Is this how you imagined it would be, being a cop?” Her eyes widened in mock wonder. “Is it everything you always dreamed it would be, Lincoln?”
“This isn’t about me,” I said, nearing a shout.
“Exactly,” she said.
“Exactly,” I repeated. “What happened to you in New York? That town sure did change you.”
