Chapter Twenty-Six
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The following morning Andy sleepily opened his eyes, rolled over, and wrapped his arms around Helen’s warm, inviting body. As he pushed his hardness between her legs she moaned softly and reached down to guide him into her warmth. For endless minutes he slowly thrust, loving the feel of her slick, inviting channel and her murmurs of pleasure. But suddenly wanting more, he pulled out, rolled her on her stomach, settled on his knees behind her, then clutched her hips and pulled them up.
“You’ll be careful tonight, won’t you, darlin’,” he muttered, sliding his rigid rod back inside her.
“Uh-huh.”
“I mean real careful,” he added sternly, landing a hot slap on her right cheek, then the left. “Don’t take any risks!”
“I won’t,” she replied hastily.
“Do exactly what the detective tells you!” Before she had a chance to respond he began spanking her in earnest, moving his flattened palm from side to side. “Call this an ounce of prevention,” he continued. “I know you can be impulsive and sometimes you think you know better, but tonight isn’t the time or place for either of those things. Just follow orders, no more, no less. Got it?”
“Yes, yes, I will, I promise.”
“I can’t come into the library with you, but I’ll be outside the door. If anything happens, don’t panic. I’ll be right behind the detective if he needs to go in,” he assured her, smoothing his palm over her reddened skin. “Don’t take matters into your own hands.”
“I won’t, Andy, I swear.”
Satisfied, he began to pump, and quickly sensed the short, sharp spanking had fueled her arousal. As he slipped a hand beneath her and rubbed her clit she let out an urgent cry.
“I know, darlin’,” he crooned. “Get ready, I’m gonna ride you hard. Bury your head in the pillow so the dogs don’t think I’m hurtin’ you.”
Gripping her hips, he slowly withdrew his cock, then slammed into her and began pummeling with fervor. Listening to her muffled cries he continued the vigorous thrusting, determined not to stop until he sensed her orgasm drawing near. When she abruptly threw back her head and sucked in the air, he knew her moment was looming.
“Please, Sir…?”
He hadn’t expected her to ask permission, and the unexpected request sent a jolt of energy through his loins.
“Yeah, darlin’,” he managed as his powerful explosion threatened. “Give it to me!”
The urgent command had barely left his lips when the cascading convulsions crackled through his body. He could hear her joyous cries uniting with his deep groans, then to his shock, just as the spasms waned, Ranger howled. Slipping from her depths and collapsing next to her, he glanced across and saw the dog sitting up, happily panting and staring at them.
“Oh, my gosh, I can’t believe he did that,” Helen said breathlessly. “Do you think it’s a good thing or a bad thing.”
“I’m takin’ it as applause,” Andy managed with a chuckle. “Dammit, I wish I could stay in this bed with you all mornin’, but I have to grab a quick bowl of cereal, then feed and clean and get the horses out.”
“Can I help? I love being in the barn with you.”
“Back at ya,” he said, lowering his voice.
* * *
At the Rutherford estate, Detective George Hawthorne had driven past the house and was coming to a stop by the back door. He was followed by the van and another agent in the second car. It was still early, but the final pieces of equipment still needed to be set up in the room next to the library. Though most of the work had been completed the day before, experience had taught him to have everything prepared well in advance, and to check and double-check every last detail.
Outsmarting Ken Lockhart hadn’t been easy, but after a tremendous amount of effort and many man hours, he and his team were on the verge of nailing him. George’s only concern was the involvement of a civilian, especially a young woman. But she’d already been unwittingly hijacked into the situation by the nefarious drug dealer.
When his close friend, who also happened to be the sheriff of Smoky Hill, had called with the startling news that a biker named Ken Lockhart was pressuring a local girl, George couldn’t believe his luck. He already knew the drug dealer was planning to infiltrate the small town and had plans to pursue the investigation. As the sheriff outlined the demands Ken had made to the young woman in question, George thought the news was almost too good to be true. But now, after meeting Helen Rutherford, he believed the opportunity he’d been seeking was finally at hand.
* * *
When Andy and Helen had finished their chores, and the horses were ready to be taken out to the paddocks, Helen decided to saddle up Daisy for a quick ride before leaving. With Molly running alongside, she followed the track to the entrance of the forest, then stopped and looked up through the trees.
The mist was already rising from the ground, and the temptation to move forward was hard to resist. But without Ranger with them, she worried for Molly’s safety. As she turned around to head back she paused. The area was slightly elevated, and looking down at the ranch sprawled out in front of her, she felt her heart swell. It wasn’t grand like her parents’ estate, but it was homey and inviting.
She could see Andy meeting his clients, and Ranger running around excited to see them all. Suddenly, for no apparently reason, she flashed back to the night before, and Andy’s lack of enthusiasm when she’d mentioned the clubs she frequented.
A frown crossed her brow.
She’d be running into several friends at the charity event and she had no doubt they’d want to plan their next night out.
“What do you think, Daisy?” she murmured, stroking her mare’s neck. “I love those crazy times and I really want Andy to be with me. Should I just continue to go by myself or try to drag him along? Shoot. I hope this won’t become a problem.”