Chapter 3
Kade
Although I hated to admit it, perhaps Carlton was onto something. It was too late to pull out, and she would leave town. If I got her pregnant, that was on me, and I’d need to take responsibility. There was no point in panicking after the fact.
Her pussy was incredibly tight, and I decided that the deed was done, so why not enjoy it? I pushed myself in deeper until she gripped me.
“You're pushing it in deeper. What is wrong with you?” she screamed.
Since I didn't appreciate her screeching, I lay my weight on her, folded her onto my hood, and rocked my cock back and forth until I felt my come leak out of her.
“I bet you won't speed again. Then again, you might.” I chuckled.
Her growl was amusing, and her attempts to push me off were futile. The day had turned out better than I’d anticipated. I ground my hips against her sweet ass before I stood up to assess the damage.
When I eased out of her, it was a stark contrast between her pretty golden brown and pink pussy to my dick. It glistened from how wet she’d been, but it was my white come dripping out of her that made the visual so appealing.
I let out a long, soft sigh. It wasn't for the fact that I’d come inside her, it was because I couldn't keep her.
“Don’t move,” I said, slapping her ass to watch it ripple.
The profanities that followed were a bonus.
Her white panties lay by her foot. I scooped them up and stuffed them in my pocket before I tucked myself back into my pants. Part of me loved that I had her come all over me.
I shook my head, turning to get some tissues from my cruiser.
Yeah, she was a witch.
Once I’d cleaned her up and she gave up trying to find her underwear, I had no choice but to let her go.
I waved.
She glared.
It was the perfect encounter.
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I worked out, ate, and showered, but I couldn't shift the memories as I lay in bed. The way her heavy breasts had felt in my palms or how tight that pussy had clenched me when she came. I closed my eyes and saw her buttocks and the way her inner lips had clung to my cock.
There was something about her that drove me to distraction. In all the years I’d wanted to be a police officer and my time served working my way up, I’d never stepped out of line as I’d done with Juliette. I should have kept her for a few days. That would have gotten her out of my system.
Maybe it was time to look at the dating scene again. But even as the thought formed, my feisty little librarian crawled into my head like an infection.
I could look her up, but it’d never work out with a girl from the city. They were built different. Small-town life wasn’t for the weak. Nadine had taught me that the hard way.
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When I stopped at the diner to pick up my coffee, I saw my Grammy selling her wares. No one could bake cherry pie the way she could.
“Good morning, Grammy,” I murmured, bending down to kiss her cheek.
“Kade, I’m glad I caught you. Do you know there’s a new—”
“Yes—yes, a new teacher in town,” I muttered, cutting her off. That earned me her evil eye.
You could only get old people in two modes: good or evil. Grammy was both. Sometimes I was grateful to be her grandson — it kept me on her good side.
“You’ll make the effort and take her one of my pies tonight,” she said, poking me in the chest.
I raised my head to the ceiling and groaned. “I’ll take you and wait in the car.”
“No. I heard she’s a looker with strong child-bearing hips.”
My head snapped back, and I began to splutter. My cheeks heated as the girls behind the counter tittered.
“Grammy—”
“Now you listen here. I have a plan,” she said, devil in her eyes.
I opened my mouth to speak.
“Nope. Not a word. You’re about to be thirty-five. When I was your age—”
“I’ll call you later, Grammy,” I said, waving for my coffee as I pulled out my wallet. “I don’t want to be late. I have a… thing… at work.”
I’d never moved so fast in my life. If she was on me like white on rice, that meant the Golden Girls knew too.
My coffee sloshed out of the lid, burning my hand as I made it safely to my cruiser. I glanced around the car park—empty. Grammy hadn’t followed me.
I’d forgotten about my upcoming birthday. Just another year—but my family insisted on making a fuss.
I glanced back at the diner to see Grammy poke two fingers at me, then point them at her eyes.
She already had one great-grandkid from Caleb. Why was she harassing me?
I blew her a kiss and jumped into my car before she managed to reach me. She was spry when she wanted to be—like those monsters that only move when you blink.
Dad needed to talk to her.
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Before heading to the station, I did a loop around town. Other than parents dropping kids at school and a few elderly folks out for their morning walks, nothing was happening.
No sign of the yellow rust bucket anywhere.
I spotted Caleb and pulled over.
“Hey,” he said, leaning against the window.
“Mornin’. How’s Grace?” I asked, smiling, thinking about my niece.
He chuckled. “A handful, as always. I swear she takes after Grammy.”
I groaned.
“Just a heads up—she’s after you,” he added with a smirk.
“I know. Ran into her at the diner,” I mumbled.
“So you know about the new—”
“Yes!”
He raised a brow. “Alright, take it easy. What’s up?”
“Nothing. Just… out of sorts. Want a ride?”
“Nah, I’m good. Vera says I need to get more steps in,” he muttered, something about a beer belly.
“Classic dad bod,” I chuckled.
He was two years younger than me, but married life had softened him.
“If Grammy gets her way, you’ll be joining me on these morning walks,” he said, flipping me off as he pushed away from the car.
“Never,” I shouted after him.
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“Morning, Kade. Here’s your mail,” Jasper said, propping the bundle on the counter.
“Thanks. How’s Charlene and the kids?”
“All good, thanks. Alice couldn’t wait to get into school today. Did you hear we’ve got a new teacher?”
My smile tightened. I nodded.
He laughed, waving a hand as he walked off. “Of course you did.”
Carlton rolled his chair up to the counter, a smirk already on his face.
When he opened his mouth, I tossed the bundle of letters at his head.
“Not a single word,” I snapped.
“Sheesh, boss. Did you get out of the wrong side of the bed?”
I’m not ashamed to admit I hid out at the bar that night to avoid Grammy.
My dad was a dead end.
You know the score, son.
My mother was no better.
I heard she’s great with children.
Traitors. The lot of them.
I nursed my drink and tried not to look like I was brooding, which probably made me look like I was about to arrest someone.
Rick wandered over, wiping his hands on a bar towel that didn’t look clean enough for the job. He glanced around, then leaned on the counter beside me.
“New face in town,” he said casually.
I didn’t bite.
“Schoolteacher,” he added, like that clarified things.
Still didn’t bite.
He reached for a pint glass, filled it halfway, and kept talking like I’d asked.
“Cute. Real quiet. Cardigans and skirts. Looks like she’s fresh out of grad school and scared of the deep fryer.”
That got my attention—not in the way he thought.
I sat up slightly. “What was she doing in here?”
“Picked up dinner to go. Real polite. Kind of a deer-in-headlights vibe.”
I grunted, but my mind was already elsewhere.
People here don’t get curious. They get invasive.
“She say where she’s staying?” I asked.
Rick raised an eyebrow. “Nope. Just paid and left. Why?”
I shrugged. “Curious.”
His grin widened. “You gonna start policing bar orders now?”
“Just asking,” I muttered, draining the last of my drink.
“She won’t be single for long,” he went on, like that was a normal thing to say about someone who’d just arrived.
“Good for her.”
“I might ask her out myself.”
“Good luck,” I said, pushing off the barstool.
Grammy was probably tucked up in bed by now.