These thoughts flee my mind when she scoots back on my legs and pulls my dick through the opening on my pants, wrapping her pouty lips around it. My head drops back onto the recliner as I fight the urge to come in her mouth. “I’m not coming the first time with you in your fucking mouth.” She runs her tongue around the tip of my cock, then sucks, and I hit my limit and pull her up to face me. I take her lips, and Paige pulls back and winks before slowly reaching for my dick and placing at her soaked opening.
As she sinks down on my cock, I close my eyes and bite my lip to keep from coming instantly. She cries out softly in my ear, and I rub her back as her silky flesh grips my iron-hard dick so tightly. I see stars, and knowing I’m quickly losing control, I grab Paige’s hips to hold her still. “I need a second, or this will be over before it starts.”
Paige leans her forehead against mine and pants against my lips while her pussy squeezes my sensitive shaft. She slowly begins to roll her hips in circles, and I growl as my control flies out the window. After grabbing her hips, I tug her down to meet my upward thrusts. I’m unable to resist the temptation of her sweet breasts bouncing in front of me, so I lean forward and gently bite one of her little buds, then wrap my lips around it and soothe the sting. Paige grabs the back of my head and screams my name as she comes. My cum jets into her pulsing pussy, and I nearly black out from the pleasure.
It takes all my energy to stand and carry her up to my bedroom. “There’s no way you’re sleeping in that other room now,” I whisper into the side of her neck as I kick the door to my room closed.
“What about Squeaky?” She worries her bottom lip as I lay her on my bed.
After tugging my pajama pants off, I crawl in next to Paige and pull her curvy body next to mine. “Cats can take care of themselves. You’re all mine now.” It takes her a few minutes to settle down, but I feel her body relax into mine a few moments later, and we both drift off to sleep.
I’m having the best dream ever, and I refuse to wake up. This dream feels so real as my cock is massaged by warm silkiness. My eyes pop open, and I find Paige slowly riding my dick. “Sorry to wake you. I couldn’t resist when it kept jumping up and down under the covers.”
“Never apologize for waking me up like this,” I manage to croak out as she picks up her pace. “Please wake me up, though. I’d hate to miss any of the fun.” Reaching up, I take hold of her bouncing breasts and rub the nipples. When Paige starts to whimper, I reach between our bodies and press on her hard clit. Her nails dig into my chest as her juices run down my cock while her orgasm races through her body. A few quick thrusts later, and I come, too. “Best morning I’ve had in a long time.” I kiss the side of her face after she slumps over me.
“Yeah, I really like waking up in your bed.” She sighs as her pussy continues to flutter around my cock.
“Then we’ll have to make it a regular occurrence,” I offer as I turn my face to kiss her. She doesn’t argue, and I take it as a great sign. Things are moving along well. Now, I just need to fix the deputy asshole situation.
Chapter 8
Trace
After breakfast, we decide to run over to Paige’s house to get her work equipment and check on everything. She’s in her office gathering her things when the doorbell rings, so I answer it. I’m shocked to find Ernest and Louise Jacobs standing on Paige’s front porch. “May we come in?” Louise glares at her husband as she asks, then she looks at me with a raised eyebrow.
As I shrug and step back for them to enter, Paige walks into the living room and looks between us. “Is there a problem?”
Mrs. Jacobs growls in her throat, and we look over as her poor husband coughs to get our attention before stuttering out, “I’ve come to apologize for my appalling behavior and to beg for your forgiveness. I should never have invaded your privacy like that, and I’m sorry.” The short, skinny man scoots back toward the door and looks at his wife as if asking for permission to leave.
The old battleax sneers for a second before turning and following her husband out the door.
Paige watches them for a moment then drops onto her sofa. “Well, that was interesting.”
After sitting next to her, I have to agree. “Everyone in town knows that Ernest doesn’t speak unless Louise allows it. That poor man has suffered for the past forty-something years married to her. At least she doesn’t blame you for her husband’s stupidity.” I lean over and kiss her soft cheek and laugh. “Believe me. No one wants to be on Loonie Louise’s bad side.”
Paige points at the door and raises an eyebrow. “That’s her good side? Thank God, she didn’t get mad at me.”
I stand and pull her up with me, then kiss her nose. “Grab your stuff so we can go. Mom is expecting us in a couple of hours.”
Paige pulls back and begins to bite on her bottom lip again. “Do your parents know about all the issues I’ve had lately?”
“You don’t have anything to worry about.” I lead her out to my truck and throw her bags in the backseat. The house is quiet when we walk in, and I’m a little concerned about the newest little furball.
Paige calls for Squeaky, but there’s no response, and she looks over her shoulder at me and frowns. I follow her as we go from room to room, looking for the two cats, but there’s no sign of them. I’m starting to fear the worst when Paige begins to laugh. “Oh my God. Look at that.”
As she points at the stairs, I follow her and see the two animals curled up on Roger’s bed in the cat condo. I sneak up closer and find that Squeaky is actually stretched across Roger’s stomach, purring loudly, while Roger lays on his back with one eye open, daring me to say something.
Backing away, I whisper to Paige, “I think it’s best if we pretend we never saw it.”
Paige nods in agreement then picks up one of her bags. “I need to get my workroom set up anyway. What time do I need to be ready to leave?”
It kills me to let her go, but I smile and look at my watch. “You have three hours until we need to leave.”
Terry calls to update me on the break-in. He’s got two men working overtime on the case, and neither one is fucking Calvin Burton. After Terry learned the entire story of how the little fucker made the false appointment with Paige then sent me the misleading photos, he became very suspicious of his deputy. He’s trying to quietly investigate Paige’s home invasion without alerting Cal Burton that he’s a suspect. So far, there’s nothing to tie Burton to the break-in, but he’s also not cleared since he was alone, and no one can verify his whereabouts until he showed up after the alarm was triggered. While the authorities do their job, I’m going to do my best to convince Paige that she needs to stay with me even when there’s no longer any threat.
Paige fidgets the entire way to my parents’ home. As I run my hand up and down her leg to soother her, I feel slight tremors passing through her. She looks a little pale when we arrive, so I turn and kiss the tip of her nose and smile reassuringly. “They are going to love you just as much as I do.” Her eyes widen, and it takes me a second to realize what words came out of my mouth. I know they’re the truth, so I shrug. “I love you.”