Sweet Water Vet: Taking Rachael Part 17

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to be. Good night, James." She quietly laughed to herself and got ready for bed.

Janet drove carefully, avoiding the potholes and keeping alert for any animals that may have strayed onto the old country road. She was therefore surprised and a little worried when halfway home a flashing blue light appeared behind her and a short blast of a siren told her to pull over. I wasn't speeding. I only had two gla.s.ses of wine and ate a full dinner. I'm not over the limit, surely. Even so, she popped a mint into her mouth and crunched it down quickly in a guilty fashion, not quite knowing why she did it.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, she watched in her rear view mirror as the hulking silhouette of a police officer came into view and alongside her SUV. He knocked on the window, blinding her with his torchlight. Squinting and shielding her eyes, she put the window down.

"Good evening, Officer. What's the problem?"

Still shining the light in her face, he said sternly, "Step out of the vehicle please, ma'am."

"Certainly, just as soon as you stop shining that torch in my eyes and show some ID."

"Step out of the vehicle now," the semi-recognizable voice repeated more harshly.

"I'm not going anywhere until you show me some ID. I know my rights." Actually, she didn't, but it sounded good. Her eyes were uncomfortable, and he was p.i.s.sing her off.

Her door was tugged open, and she was pulled out faster than she thought possible. So much for her plan of holding on to the steering wheel.

The torch swung away from her face, and she was hauled around to the front of her SUV and was pushed against the hood.

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"If you don't show me some ID right now, I'm getting back to my car," she said bravely, all the time feeling terrified.

She heard a deep laugh. "Spread 'em." He kicked her legs apart and placed her arms wide, holding her down easily with a big hand on the center of her back.

"What are you doing?" she shouted fearfully.

"Frisking you. Don't move."

"The h.e.l.l I won't." She started to struggle in earnest.

"Shush, Janet. It's me, Mitch," he crooned softly into her ear as he leaned over her, holding her arms against the hood.

"Mitch? What are you playing at? Let me up." Her fear quickly morphed into relief, and she relaxed her tense stance.

"I'm being imaginative," he drawled.

"Ah, yes, about that-"

"Not so c.o.c.k sure of yourself now, are you? Now stay still why I do my job."

She was so shocked that she complied, staying stock-still as he ran his hands firmly all over her. Jesus, if this was a normal frisk, she'd break the law every day. When he got to her chest, the efficient sweep became a lingering cup and squeeze. When he moved to her thighs, he placed his hand between her legs, flat against her s.e.x, and rubbed back and forth. She couldn't help but moan. He pressed up against her, and she could feel the heat of his big body and the outline of his hard c.o.c.k through his clothes. The sudden relief she had experienced now turned to raging desire.

He pulled her to stand upright, turned her around, and kissed her deeply, tasting her minty mouth.

"Have you been drinking?"

"Nano," she stammered. He narrowed his eyes. "Well, yes, just two gla.s.ses of wine with dinner." She'd never really mastered the art of lying. Joshua had never given her the chance.

"Walk in a straight line."

"What? Mitch! You know I'd never drive drunk."

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"Just do it."

G.o.d, he sounded so different, sort of masterful, really. It was very s.e.xy.

She sighed theatrically and walked in a dead-straight line and back again.

"I'm not convinced. Bend over and touch your toes."

"Now, Mitch, you're just being ridicul-ow!" He had smacked her bottom. She felt her p.u.s.s.y tremble as she slowly leaned forward.

He unclipped his police baton and lifted her skirt with the end. She heard him hiss when he exposed her backside. She was only wearing a skimpy thong so she knew he was getting an eye full.

"Spread your legs wider. That's it, good girl."

This was a new side to the deputy-one she wasn't really prepared for, but ignited a longing for intimacy like she'd never experienced before.

He stared at her almost bare a.s.s, clad in a white lace thong. The pure but s.e.xy look always did it for him. The urge to grab her hips and sink deep into her until he bounced against her full b.u.t.tocks was fierce. Taking a steadying breath, he rubbed the end of the baton across her a.s.s before sliding it on the fabric between her legs.

She stumbled forward.

"You look a little tipsy to me." He laughed softly.

Janet straightened and turned around. He moved in quickly, taking her in his arms and kissing her hard.

"I just wanted to get your attention," she murmured as he moved his mouth to her neck.

"You've got it, and you'll be getting a whole lot more in a minute." He felt her tremble against him as she tentatively ran her hands down his back to his b.u.t.t.

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"I want you, but you'll have to show me the way," she said demurely.

G.o.d, how did she know that the whole shy, virginal act turned him on?

His hand found its way under her skirt, his finger into her v.a.g.i.n.a.

Lord, she was sopping but very tight. He'd never fit if she didn't relax. He carried her to the back of his police cruiser, opened the tailgate with one hand, and seated her on the edge.

"You need to relax, baby. I'm going conduct a thorough body search, starting here." He opened her legs wide and placed his hand on her mound. "I don't have a sniffer dog, so I'll have to do it myself." He wiggled his eyebrow and was pleased when she laughed.

It would go some way to easing her nerves.

He gently directed her to lean back with her legs dangling over the edge of the tailgate. He could hardly believe it. Finally, Janet Ryden was spread open before him with just a thin piece of fabric between him and her heavenly s.n.a.t.c.h. He hunkered down with his face between her thighs and breathed hot breath through the fabric. She moaned and tilted her hips.

"Your panties are wet, sweetheart. Is this cream for me?"

"You know it is," she whispered. "I've waited for you."

Her declaration had him even hotter and harder for her. He'd also waited long enough to have her in his arms. He ripped the flimsy fabric, threw her torn panties to the ground, and slid a finger along her slippery opening and shallowly into her resistant flesh. Lord, she was tight. A small cry escaped her lips at the sudden invasion. It was replaced by a low moan when he dragged his tongue along the length of her folds. She was delicious, and he felt the blood pounding in his c.o.c.k as he experienced her unique flavor for the first time. She tasted of warm woman, the ocean, spice, and something else unique to her and so right it had him desperate for her. He shook as he tried to control the tightening in his b.a.l.l.s.

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"I've thought about doing this for years. We're going to make up for lost time."

He heard her sharp intake of breath as he reached her c.l.i.t and began to tickle it lightly with his wickedly mobile tongue.

"Mitch," she moaned.

"Do you want me, baby?"

"Yes, but I have tell you something," she panted.

"Don't worry, I've got protection."

He continued to ma.s.sage her c.l.i.t with his tongue. She began to squirm and small mewling sounds escaped her lips, along with his name. Possessive male satisfaction welled within him and he tongued her faster. She yelled into the night, shuddering as her core pelvic muscles rippled with her release.

Urgently, he pulled her upright and held her hand, directing it to his fly, which he had opened. In a dazed state, she hesitated for a fraction of a second, then reached between the folds of fabric. Her smooth warm hand touched his chunky, iron-hard erection. In response, his b.a.l.l.s tightened and pre-c.u.m seeped from the slit of his c.o.c.k. She tried to encircle it with her hand but couldn't reach all the way around. He was wide.

"Take it out," he groaned and kissed her more deeply.

She cautiously released his c.o.c.k. In the dim light cast by the glow of the tail lights, it looked as thick as her wrist. Her hand trembled in his as he guided her to help roll on a condom. "Don't worry. I'll go slow."

He knew that he was particularly wide, and some of his lovers had found it uncomfortable at first, but they'd all quickly come to appreciate it. He positioned the tip of his c.o.c.k at her entrance and slid it back and forth to further lubricate it with her juices. She was wet and ready; he pressed forward. She was so tight, but her flesh began to relent.

"Mitch," she panted, "Mitch, I always wanted you to be the first."

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He paused. "That's okay, sweetheart. We're here now." He chortled. "I'm not a virgin, either." He pushed a little harder, preparing to plow forward.

"I know you're not, but I am."

He froze. At exactly the same moment, he heard the sound of an engine and saw headlights appear over the hill.

"What?" His l.u.s.t-fogged brain slowly processed the data: f.u.c.k, virgin, car, cover up.

He suddenly sobered up and quickly crammed his c.o.c.k back into his pants, pulled down Janet's skirt, lifted her off the tailgate and slammed it shut. Who the h.e.l.l was out on this road at this time of night?

"I'm sorry, Ia" Janet stumbled over her words.

"Shh. No, sweetheart, no, don't say you're sorry. Don't apologize for that. I'm sorry. I didn't know." He hugged her to his big body and thanked G.o.d for the vehicle now approaching, because if it hadn't, he would have taken her there and then and none too gently, either. "I didn't listen to what you were trying to tell me. Jesus, Janet, your first time should be special."

"It would have been special because I'm with you." She sounded upset.

"I didn't mean it like that." He could tell she needed rea.s.surance.

"You will be with me, but for your first time, I want to be gentle. It'll be extra special for the both of us." His heart jumped a beat when he saw the way she looked at him with trust, love, and longing in her eyes. "You are so beautiful, Janet Ryden."

The vehicle that approached was slowing down. When the truck caught them in its headlights, it skidded to a stop on the other side of the road. Mitch flicked open his holster, just in case.

"Janet! Are you okay?" James shouted frantically.

He leapt out of his car, leaving his headlights on to see by and rushed over to them.

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"James, I'm fine. What are you doing here?" Janet responded anxiously.

"Rachael rang nearly an hour ago to say that you were on your way. When you didn't arrive or answer your phone, I got worried. I thought you'd been involved in an accident. What have you been doing? Why are you stopped at the side of the road with the deputy?"

James started to calm down and take in the scene before him.

Mitch knew what he was beginning to see-his sister and the deputy looking fl.u.s.tered and dishevelled. This might not end well.

"Mitch, what's going on?" James's tone became more serious.

"It's not what you think," Janet blurted out.

"Oh, really?" James, at first, looked amused, but his expression hardened as he spied something on the ground. "What-are-those?"

He pointed to Janet's torn panties.

"I can explain." Mitch grimaced, doubting that he could do anything of the sort.

"You don't have to, Mitch." Janet stepped forward. "James, I don't need a lecture from a guy who has threesomes with his best friend and a different woman nearly every weekend."

James flinched.

She softened her voice. "I'm grateful that you love and care about me so much that you came out here, and I'm sorry that you got scared, but I'm okay. Really, I am. I love you, too, brother, but I'm a big girl now, so thank you but good night."

Both guys looked awkward. Mitch broke the silence.

"James, you should know how I feel about your sister. I would never hurt or use her. I love her." He turned to Janet. "Baby, technically I'm on a dinner break, and my patrol duty doesn't end until six a.m. How about you follow James home and I'll see you tomorrow night?"

When she looked as if she was about to protest, he maneuvered her farther away from James and whispered in her ear. "I want to do this right. Tomorrow, my work shift changes. We'll have a romantic 134 evening in, just us. I'd like you to stay the night with me, in my bed, naked and satisfied. Does that sound okay?"

Janet nodded. "I wish it were tonight, but, yeah, that sounds great.