StrongArmsoftheLaw by Cerise DeLand Read Free Book Online

him.
    “That way is messy.” He was shaking his head.
    And his cell phone rang.
    He closed his eyes.
    She shut her own.
    Pushing her firmly from him, he walked to the kitchen and
picked up his phone. “Hey, man.” He cleared his throat. “Yeah, we’re good here.
How are you?”
    She took in a big gulp of air. Okay. An hour, maybe less,
until we’ve had good old Jose Sanchez buy up the local drug store’s complete
stock of rubbers. She shifted, straining her thighs together, her cunt
swollen, wet and throbbing. You can wait. Can’t you?
    “Yeah, we need the usual,” Rex said, opening kitchen
cabinets and the refrigerator. “Milk, cold cuts. Couple of steaks. Oatmeal.
Granola for the lady. And ah, one more thing.”
    There was a pause. A long pause.
    Was Rex not going to ask for them?
    She pivoted for the kitchen. He stood, his arm up across the
refrigerator door, the cold air blasting out.
    “No, no. I get it. Sure. Sure. No, we have enough until
later. Yeah. Call me when you can meet.” He shut the refrigerator door. Turned.
Closed his cell phone. His gaze dropping from her eyes to her bare breasts and
remaining there as he told her, “An emergency down in Marathon. Robbery.
Shooting. He’s got to go. The suspects took off, headed for Lajitas and the
border. The Rio is so shallow there, it’s usually a trickle in August. Jose’s
pursuing them now. Best to get to them before they cross into Mexico.”
    Her mind understood. The rest of her objected like a
love-crazed teenager. Her pussy gushed fresh cream. Her nipples turned to
diamonds, stiff, cold and needy of his mouth. She was certain she sounded like
a rotten kid when she managed to ask, “And if he doesn’t catch them soon?
Today? What do you want to do?”
    His gaze didn’t stray from her breasts. But his hands
flexed. And beneath his fly, his cock swelled so big, so fast, she moaned.
    “Get your t-shirt.”
    Her heart gave a silly cha-cha beat of joy as she watched
him grab his truck keys from the kitchen counter, strap on his holster and slip
his gun inside. “You’re going to buy supplies?”
    “ We are going to the store.”
    Quick as a bunny, she whirled. Did as she was told. And
followed him out the back door. In the front seat of the pickup truck he’d been
given for this assignment, she settled in and scooted next to him.
    “Over on your side, Miz Chamberlain, ma’am. Belt on.” He
revved the engine and gunned the 4X4 around the side of their house to the
street.
    He hardly ever let her come with him. Was he planning to
have her in the truck? Ouuuie. She pressed her ass to the seat,
grinning. “What kind are you going to buy?”
    “Whatever they have,” he said between clenched teeth.
    “You know, I’d really like to try the ribbed ones.”
    He shot her a look. “Ribbed.”
    “Are they any good?” she asked, beaming.
    “How the hell do I know?”
    “I thought maybe one of your partners might have—”
    “No one ever said. No one ever requested them, either.”
    “Didn’t think they needed more than you, huh?” she teased,
giddy as a lottery winner.
    “Hell, I dunno.” He was scowling now.
    And she saw the reason why, too. “Shall I open your fly,
honey, and make it all better for you?”
    “What?” he yelped as she put a hand to his thigh. “Stop
that!”
    She retreated. “You’re a bear, aren’t you, when you’re hard
like that and—”
    “You are impossible,” he muttered. “Now be a good girl, keep
your hands to yourself and no talking.”
    “Not even if I need a chocolate shake from the Dairy Queen?”
    “We are going to the nearest drug store. Period.”
    “Well, if you buy me one of those flavored condoms, too, we
won’t have to stop for my chocolate fix.”
    “I’ll fix you, lady.”
    She crossed her arms and her legs to stop the thrills going
up her spine. “Oh, I know you will, Ranger Martinez, sir. And I,” she whispered
as she wiggled her brows at him, “am going to reward you for it.