The Cop (The Working Men Series Book 8) Page 4

  I gave him another soft smile when he bent his head and pressed a kiss against my rock-hard nipple. The head of his cock probed at my opening and before my climax-rattled brain could even begin to send a warning signal to my pussy, he had thrust into me to the hilt.

  The pain was immediate and intense. I cried out, my thighs clamping around his hips and my hands slapping up against his chest. I dug my nails into his hard chest, barely feeling the rough hair beneath my palms as the pain radiated across my lower body.

  I sucked in a breath, trying to breathe through the pain as Wyatt gave me a look of complete horror.

  “Oh, baby,” he groaned, “no.”

  I couldn’t stop my ridiculous urge to apologize. “I’m sorry.”

  He shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

  He started to ease out of me, and I hooked my legs around his hips, holding him as tight as I could. “No, don’t do that.”

  “Baby, I can’t…we shouldn’t…”

  “Yes,” I insisted. “We can. It doesn’t hurt anymore. I don’t want you to stop.”

  I wasn’t lying to him. The pain had already faded, although I suspected that tomorrow I’d be sore as hell, and I had the weirdest feeling of fullness.

  It might have felt strange to have my pussy completely filled with Wyatt’s cock, but oddly, it felt good too. Like, my pussy was meant to have Wyatt’s dick in it.

  Girl, you’re trippin’ balls over there.

  “Magnolia,” Wyatt said. “I don’t think – oh fuck, baby, don’t do that.”

  I had rocked my pelvis against him experimentally, and the look of pure pleasure that crossed his face sent an answering bolt through my own belly. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to cum again, but I suddenly and desperately wanted to see him cum.

  “It doesn’t hurt anymore,” I repeated. “Please, Wyatt. I want you to cum.”

  “Fuck,” he muttered, but he made a slow, soft thrust. “Does that hurt?”

  “No.”

  He stared down at me and I cupped his face and pressed a kiss against his mouth. “It didn’t. Keep going.”

  “Christ,” he moaned as he moved with long, slow strokes that rocked us gently on the bed, “you’re so goddamn tight.”

  “Does it feel good?” I asked shyly.

  “Yeah, so good,” he groaned.

  I rubbed the ball of my thumb over his flat nipple and he jerked and moaned before increasing the pace of his thrusts. I tried to meet his rhythm, but I felt awkward and uncoordinated so gave up. Instead, I held on to his hips and watched his face as he fucked me.

  I blinked in surprise when he shifted a little and reached between us with one hand. “Wyatt, what are you – oh!”

  His rough fingers were rubbing against my sensitive clit, and I squirmed beneath him. “Oh, don’t – don’t do that.”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No, I just… I don’t think I can have another… oh God!”

  “You can have another orgasm for me,” he said.

  “No, I can’t, I … oh, right there.” I wrapped one hand around his wrist, the other clutching at his broad shoulder as he slid in and out of me and rubbed my clit.

  “Right here?” He whispered as he rubbed my clit with hard firm circles.

  “Yes!” To my surprise, I was already climbing toward a second orgasm. As the pleasure grew in my belly, I bucked my hips against his, meeting each of his thrusts with an erratic rhythm.

  He was groaning softly under his breath, his face a mixture of pleasure and concentration and as much as I wanted to watch him cum, I was suddenly too wrapped up in my own reach for pleasure.

  I moaned his name again and he rubbed harder before whispering, “Cum for me, Magnolia. Right now, baby.”

  His low command sent pleasure skyrocketing through me and I arched with a broken cry, cumming again with less intensity than the first one, but no less pleasure.

  He groaned again and propped himself back up on both hands, his hips thrusting back and forth as he buried his cock in my body repeatedly. I quivered beneath him, the pleasure spreading throughout my entire body, and barely even noticed when he said my name like a prayer and his big body stiffened against mine.

  I kept my eyes closed, listening to his harsh breathing and holding his shuddering body tightly. He kissed my shoulder and eased out of me before leaving the bed. I curled into a ball on my side, reaching out blindly for a pillow and tucking it under my head.

  I was mentally exhausted and physically completely sated. I grunted in annoyance when Wyatt returned and placed a hand on my hip. “Magnolia, we need to talk.”

  “No,” I said. “Tired. Talk tomorrow, kay?”

  He slipped into the bed behind me and I sighed happily when he tucked his big body against mine and put his arm around my waist. “Yes, but we’re talking in the morning.”

  “Yeah, okay,” I muttered before burrowing deeper under the covers. “Talk in the morning.”

  Chapter Four

  Maggie

  “Hi there, you must be Magnolia.”

  I groaned inwardly, but turned around, smiling at the older woman with the waist length silver hair. “Hi, uh, it’s Maggie.”

  “Hi, Maggie. I’m Martha.”

  I shifted my suitcase to my other hand, my breath steaming out like smoke in front of me as I glanced down the empty street. My plan to sneak out of the guesthouse while Wyatt slept, had fallen flat on its face the minute I walked past the main house.

  Man, why hadn’t I thought to check the porch for Wyatt’s grandmother before sneaking out?

  Because it’s six in the morning and Wyatt said she was a night owl?

  “Wyatt said you were a night owl,” I blurted and then wanted to kick myself in the butt. “Sorry, that’s rude.”

  Martha laughed before slipping into a pair of rubber boots and tramping down the steps of the porch to join me in the driveway. “Usually I am.”

  She was wearing a long nightgown, covered by a flannel robe, despite how cold it was, and she gave me a cheery grin before glancing at Wyatt’s police vehicle in the driveway. “I didn’t realize Wyatt was spending the night as well.”

  I turned bright red and Martha gave me an apologetic look. “Oh, dear, I’m sorry. I’ve embarrassed you.”

  “No, uh, you didn’t. But I should, I should get going.”

  “Why don’t you come in and have a cup of coffee and some breakfast first?” Martha said.

  “Oh, no, I couldn’t. I’m not hungry and -” my stomach growled loudly, and Martha gave me a delighted smile.

  “Come, dear heart, you’re not going to turn down a lonely old woman’s invitation to join her for breakfast, are you?”

  I glanced at the guest house again, biting my lip with indecision. I really was starving, apparently sex with a total stranger burned a lot of calories, and it would be one less meal I’d have to buy. Of course, if I didn’t make a decision about where I was going and find a damn job soon, I’d be completely out of money and then I really would starve.

  Still… it didn’t exactly seem smart to have breakfast with your one-night stand’s grandmother the morning after.

  “Come, dear heart,” Martha coaxed, “Wyatt isn’t a morning person and won’t be up for a while. Which means you’ll need to wait for him to drive you, right? You really can’t walk in this snow with that suitcase.”

  I had no intention of ever seeing Wyatt again – oh my God, what had I been thinking when I just gave up my v-card to him last night? The look on his face… nope, no way. I was not thinking about that. What was done was done. Maybe I had some regrets about what I had done, but there was nothing I could do other than get my ass out of this town and forget all about Officer Big Dick.

  Do you regret the sex or regret that you’re leaving without saying goodbye to Wyatt? Or maybe just that you’re leaving in general and you’ll never see him again?

  The smart thing to do would be to politely but firmly turn down Martha’s
invitation and call a damn Uber. Of course, history had proven that I wasn’t always smart.

  I smiled at Martha and said, “Breakfast sounds really nice. Thank you, ma’am.”

  “Oh, please, call me Martha or Nana,” she said before putting her arm around my shoulders and guiding me toward the main house. “Now, we’ll have a bite to eat and a hot cup of coffee and you can tell me a little bit about Ms. Magnolia Blossom.”

  * * *

  Wyatt

  “What’s going on with you today?” Elijah set down the weights he was holding in both hands and gave me a curious look.

  “Nothing.” I grunted my way through two more sets before setting the weights next to Elijah’s.

  “Something’s wrong,” he said.

  I sighed and wiped the sweat from my forehead. The massive firefighter looked rough and tough, but in the six months that he’d been dating my cousin Mia, I’d seen the real side of him. He was thoughtful and maybe a little sensitive, and it hadn’t taken more than a couple of family dinners at Nana’s house for us to become friends.

  Now, we worked out together, had coffee once a week and did guys’ night every couple of weeks. And, both Elijah and his EMT friend, Matt, joined me and the other cops for our monthly poker night.

  “I fucked up last night,” I said.

  “How?” Elijah asked.

  I glanced around to make sure none of the other gym rats were close enough to overhear before telling Elijah what happened with Maggie last night. I left out the virginity thing. It didn’t feel right to share something so personal about Maggie with him.

  When I was finished, Elijah wiped down the weights he’d been holding before giving me a thoughtful look. “So, are you upset because you had a one-night stand, or upset because she left before you woke up?”

  “I’m not sure.”

  It wasn’t a total lie. I was pissed that she’d snuck out this morning and that I hadn’t woken up when she left, but what was upsetting me the most was hurting her last night. I couldn’t stop remembering the way I’d entered her so roughly. Her cry of pain, the way her tiny body had tensed around me… I scrubbed a hand across my jaw.

  “Well,” Elijah said, “you’re a cop and you know her name. Can’t you look up her information in some database or something?”

  “That’s an abuse of power,” I said.

  Elijah gave me a sympathetic look. “Then I guess you’ll never see her again.”

  “Yeah.” I didn’t want to admit this to Elijah, but I’d driven over to the Park Motel this morning. Maggie’s car was gone and although I wasn’t surprised, I was disappointed.

  * * *

  I slid into a booth at the Farmhouse Diner, nodding my thanks to the hostess when she handed me a menu. I studied it unseeingly, my thoughts still wrapped up in the intoxicating and gone forever Magnolia Blossom. Why the fuck hadn’t I woken up when she left? I slept light, always had, so how’d she manage to sneak out without me knowing?

  “Hey, Deputy Reynolds. How’s it going today?”

  “Good, Natalia.” I looked up from the menu. “How are…”

  My voice died and I stared dumbly at the woman standing next to Natalia. She was wearing the same salmon-coloured polyester uniform that Natalia wore, and she gave me a look that was half dismay and half panic.

  “This is Maggie,” Natalia said. “She started this morning and is training with me. Maggie, this is Deputy Reynolds. He’s a regular.”

  “Nice to meet you,” Maggie said in that weirdly low voice of hers.

  The crotch of my jeans was immediately too tight, and I shifted in my seat before nodding. “You as well.”

  Natalia stared at me and then at Maggie, her forehead creasing a little. “Do you want a coffee, Deputy?”

  “Uh, yeah. Yes, please,” I said.

  I was still staring at Maggie and her cheeks were going a light shade of pink that matched her lips perfectly. Natalia’s frown deepened before she said, “Coming right up.”

  Maggie turned and followed Natalia back to the counter. I sank back against my seat, my heart pounding and sweat forming at my temples. Maggie was still here. If she’d gotten a job at the diner, it meant she was staying in town. Which meant I had a chance to fix my fuck-up.

  * * *

  I parked in Nana’s driveway next to my cousin Mia’s car. I stared blankly at Nana’s house before climbing out of the vehicle and slamming the door shut. I trudged up the driveway, the snow crunching under my boots. My urge to duck into the guest house and stare at the bed where I’d been with Maggie was almost too much to ignore. I would have to go in there eventually, not just because Nana had reminded me last week that the pantry door was stuck shut, but because I needed to wash the sheets before Nana discovered the evidence of Maggie’s virginity.

  I paused at the bottom of the stairs, my hand clutching the cold wooden banister. Yesterday at the diner, there’d been no opportunity to talk with Maggie – not with Natalia there – and today when I’d dropped in to the diner, neither Natalia nor Maggie were working.

  I climbed the stairs of the porch. I just needed to be patient. This was a small town and there was no way Maggie could avoid me forever. Once she was done shadowing Natalia and was alone, I’d simply ask her to have coffee with me so I could apologize for what happened.

  Apologize or beg her for the chance to fuck her again?

  I yanked open the front door a little harder than necessary and stepped into the warm hallway. The idea of sleeping with Maggie again was becoming an obsession. I had masturbated twice last night to the thought of her and then again, this morning in the shower.

  Becoming an obsession? More like, is an obsession.

  I removed my boots and hung my coat in the closet. “Nana, it’s Wyatt. Where are…”

  I stared at the tiny blonde girl standing in the hallway and staring solemnly at me. She was holding a doll in one arm and she had large blue eyes and a smatter of freckles across her nose. She couldn’t have been more than two or three, and we stared silently at each other for almost thirty seconds.

  “I’m in the kitchen, Wyatt,” Nana’s voice called out.

  “I’m in da kitchen, Wha-at,” the little girl mimicked. She turned and skipped down the hallway before turning into the kitchen.

  Feeling a little like I’d stepped into the Twilight Zone, I followed her to the kitchen. “Nana, who is…”

  I stared in surprise at the women gathered around Nana’s table. Brightly coloured yarn littered the scarred wooden table and the kitchen smelled like coffee and freshly baked cookies. The little girl climbed into Nana’s lap and leaned against her. Nana kissed the top of her head before smiling at me. “Hi, sweet boy.”

  “Hi, sweet boy,” the little girl repeated.

  “Uh, what’s going on?” I said.

  “Didn’t I tell you I started a knitting class?” Nana asked. “It must have slipped my mind.”

  “Oh my God, Nana, I dropped a stitch again.” My cousin Mia’s voice was full of exasperation.

  “At least it was only one. I think I’ve lost at least five.” The brunette sitting next to her gave me a cheerful grin. “Hey, Wyatt.”

  “Hey, Isabelle.”

  “Do you know Lily Carson?” Isabelle hitched her thumb at the woman sitting on the other side of her. “Lily, this is Mia’s cousin, Deputy Wyatt Reynolds.”

  “Nice to meet you,” I said. I knew Lily, everyone knew the story of the former rich girl’s family and their fall from grace, but I’d never formally met her.

  “Nice to meet you too, Deputy Reynolds.”

  “Call me Wyatt,” I replied.

  “Wha-at,” the little girl said before sliding off of Nana’s lap. Natalia from the diner was sitting to Nana’s left and the little girl leaned against her legs before smiling up at her. “Cookie, Mama.”

  “You’ve had two, sweetpea. No more cookies.”

  The little girl crinkled her nose before pointing at the cup on the table. “Milk?”
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  “What do you say?” Natalia replied.

  “Milk, please.”

  Natalia handed her the cup and the little girl took a swig of milk. “Hi, Wyatt.”

  “Hi, Natalia. How are you?”

  “Good, thanks.”

  “Hi, Wha-at.”

  Natalia smiled a little and held her knitting in one hand before stroking the little girl’s hair. “Phoebe, his name is Deputy Reynolds.”

  I grinned a little at the thought of Phoebe trying to say Deputy Reynolds. “She can call me Wyatt.”

  “Wha-at,” Phoebe said.

  “Wy-att,” Natalia said slowly and clearly. “Wy. Att.”

  Phoebe cocked her head. “Wy-hat.”

  “Almost,” Natalia said with a grin.

  There was movement behind me, and I turned, my jaw dropping when I saw Maggie standing behind me.

  “Maggie? What are you doing here?”

  “Uh, hello again, Deputy Reynolds.” Maggie brushed by me, her scent immediately driving me to distraction, and sat down between Nana and Mia. She picked up her knitting and stared studiously at it.

  “You know Maggie?” Mia asked.

  I wasn’t sure what to say, but Nana smiled at Mia. “Didn’t I tell you? Wyatt was the one who introduced me to Maggie. She’s such a lovely girl, I’m so glad he did.” She squeezed Maggie’s hand who blushed but smiled at Nana.

  “How do you know Maggie?” Mia asked.

  “Uh…”

  “I was staying at the Park Motel,” Maggie said, “and there was an incident and -”

  “Oh my God,” Isabelle said. “You’re the woman who almost died when that idiot Roger shot through the wall.”

  Maggie winced, and Mia elbowed Isabelle in the side. “Izzy, c’mon.”

  “Sorry, Maggie,” Isabelle said. “I shouldn’t have said it like that.”

  “How did you, uh, even know?” Maggie asked.

  Lily gave her a small smile. “Small town, Maggie. Everyone knows everyone’s business.”