Hustle Him (Bank Shot Romance #2)(22)
Author: Jennifer Foor

She came out wearing nothing, just the way I wanted it. Her slow strut to the bed was tantalizing, exactly how she wanted it to be. “Give me a number.” This was how Jules and I discussed that night of work. It was a scale of ten being the worst and one being an easy night with no occurrences.

“Nine,” I said while watching her climb on top of me.

She ran her hands up my chest and bit down on her lip. “Kids?”

“Teens. Parents came to the scene,” I whispered between kisses.

Jules sat up and rocked her body back and forth. Her movements made me crazy considering that my dick was already rock hard. I grabbed her hips and flipped her underneath of me. She gasped, but quickly went back to seducing me with her sweet kisses.

I entered her slowly, allowing her to accept my girth. Her legs wrapped around mine, like a pretzel. I watched her face as we began to grind together. She leaned into my chest and licked at my nipple, while I ran my hands up and down her fine ass. Low sounds of pleasure filled the room as we continued our late night therapy session of making love.

The harder I pumped my erection into her, the more she grinding her body into me. I cupped her br**sts and pinched her little ni**les, as she was about to come. Her body bucked and, at the same time, I reached down and rubbed her little clit hard. She put the pillow over her mouth to prevent waking up our daughter as she let out a scream. Her body fell flat against the soft mattress.

I halted my movements, giving her a couple seconds to recover, before I spun her around and pounded my final moments of stress out. She knew just what I wanted too. Jules turned around, got on all fours, and put her perfect ass up in the air. I watched her reached down and touch herself, showing me she wasn’t done either. The invitation was not wasted as once again we came together.

I loved the way it sounded in this position. Our bodies slapped together with each thrust; my balls slapping against her sensitive sex. I dug my hands into her hips and pulled her into me until finally I felt my release filling her. Her pu**y clenched and tightened, letting me know she was yet again having another orgasm.

We collapsed on the bed together, only for a short moment, on account of her having to go get cleaned up. I stood up and put on my underwear, in order to carry our daughter up to her room. I knew she wouldn’t wake up, but I didn’t want to take the chance of her being devastated forever.

When I climbed back into bed is when I realized that something about my memory had changed. The atmosphere in the room felt different. I got under the covers and reached over to put my arms around Jules, except when she turned around it wasn’t my wife.

Vessa was lying next to me, in my bed, with no clothes on. Her hair was messed up and she had a big smile on her face. She took her finger and traced over my lips. “I missed you.”

I sat straight up on the couch and looked around the room. It was dark and all I could hear were the crickets outside. Call it my guilty conscience, but I was freaked out. From the reaction, I got up and started pacing around. Up until this very night, they’d all been special memories of my old life.

Something was happening to me and Vessa was the reason. I couldn’t let her taint my memories of them, even if she wasn’t meaning to do that. How could she? It wasn’t like I had divulged her with my life story. It didn’t even matter. I needed to distance myself from her. I wasn’t willing to take the chance of losing the only thing I had left of them.

Some things are easier said then done though. The next morning was my official day off. Now being the sheriff, a day off really meant that I was able to do personal things until something came up that needed my attention. I’d planned on cleaning off the metal roof and raking up all of the winter leaves that had accumulated. I didn’t care what the yard looked like, but it kept my mind off of things.

I’d no sooner gotten out the rake and the ladder when my phone started ringing. Of course, I shook my head before answering; knowing damn well it was going to be work.

I was wrong.

A familiar raspy voice was on the other end.

Ramsey, it’s Sue. Listen, I need a man favor.

Is there anyone else you can call?

Not particularly. Why? Did I do something to offend you?

No. What do you need?

It would be easier if you would come by.

You at the bar?

Nope, I switched with Vessa. I’m home today.

Be there shortly.

As long as I didn’t have to see Vessa, I figured I would be in the clear, as far as giving the old lady a hand. She probably just needed me to fix something around her place. I don’t know how I’d been designated as her personal go-to, but I didn’t seem to mind. Before Vessa, she’d been the only person that I could tolerate being around. In some ways I think she looked out for me.

After grabbing my tools, I headed over to Sue’s place; with my mind set on whatever the task was she needed me to do. The little boy, Logan, came running toward my car. “Hey, sheriff. You got your gun today?”

I patted him on the head. “I’m off today, kid. Where’s your aunt?”

“She’s inside.”

I continued to walk past him, heading for the front door. Sue was sitting in the kitchen with some cookbook in her hand. I cleared my throat so that she would know it was me and not the kid. “That was fast. You want some coffee? I just made another pot.”

“Sounds good!” The coffee pot at the cabin hadn’t been used. The whole kitchen hadn’t been used. I was used to buying my coffee in town every morning. Actually, I got it for free for being the sheriff, but always tipped whatever it cost anyway.

I sat down across from Sue, waiting for her to tell me just what she called me over to do. She marked the book with a dog-ear and looked up at me. “Like I said on the phone. I need a favor.”

“I brought my tools. Just tell me what needs fixing.”

She gave me an inquisitive stare. “This ain’t something that requires tools. I am going to ask you this because I know she won’t and I wouldn’t even consider it, if I didn’t know how important it was to the boy.”

“I am afraid you lost me.”

“Take him fishing, Ramsey. I don’t even care if it’s only for an hour. I just need you do it.”

I was floored. Not only was she asking me for something personal, but it was also a favor for the one person in town that I was trying to avoid. “It’s a bad idea.”

“The kid’s good for nothing father promised to take him, then all together decided to have a weekend with his girlfriend instead. Slowly but surely, he’s going to stop seeing them kids all together. I don’t know what Vessa is going to do about it. Look, my sister passed away a while back, and for a while Vessa kept her distance. Having them in my life is more important to me than anything. She won’t ask for help, but I’m determined to do it anyway.”