Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
CASH
I’m pissed, and I can’t fucking shake it.
I sent Beckett home for the day. She wasn’t a recruit or part of my squad.
I couldn't treat her accordingly. The best thing I could do was get her out of my sight until I cooled down. She wasn’t happy about it either.
If she were smart, she would have tucked tail.
She’s on a supervision period. I need to call Roger from the next town over and see what he thinks.
He’s been doing this shit a lot longer than I have.
I want to send her back and be done with it, but that’s not how you learn.
Still, she’s been a beat cop before. If anything, she should be better than I am at dealing with randoms on the street.
There is only one way to temper my anger, and I’m headed her way. I have access to the cameras in Town Hall, but she’s moved out of her front office and down to one of the conference rooms with Candy and Mary. Wedding people have been coming and going from there all day.
I park out front and head inside. I can hear their laughter spilling out of the room and down the hallway.
Kindred's laugh is higher pitched. She laughs with every part of her, not trying to hold it back or be shy about it.
It's loud, and you always hear it over everyone else's, or maybe I'm good at hearing only her and pushing out all the rest.
The door is open, and it appears the vendors are gone, but there is still shit everywhere.
Kindred could plan this wedding, run this town, and still be able to do a handful of other shit without missing a beat.
I have no doubt if she lived in the city and worked in the corporate world, she'd be the CEO of a massive company.
Women are ten times better at multitasking.
I lean up against the doorframe and watch them. Kindred is licking icing off her finger. She catches sight of me, her eyes partly widening before her cheeks start to flush, letting me know I'm affecting her.
"Look who it is," Mary says with a cheeky smile. "Sheriff Hudson, in the conference room with the candy cane?" The last part comes out sounding more like a question. Candy giggles.
"Good to see you, Mary." I give her a nod. "Even better to see you." I go back to focusing on Kindred. Those cheeks of hers start to flush more, taking me straight back to last night.
“Hey,” she says casually before turning her attention back to the tablet in her hand. Not sure what to make of that. Where is the smart-mouth comment she always has ready for me?
Both Mary and Candy glance between the two of us. “I’m here to take you home whenever you’re ready,” I tell her, making her lift her eyes back to me.
“That’s okay—”
“I’m driving you,” I cut her off.
“You can’t just—”
“I can, and I did.” I shut it down again.
“We should be going,” Mary says. “Candy and I have dinner plans.”
“We do?” Mary is ushering Candy along. “Yeah, totally dinner. Have it every night.” I step out of the way so they both can pass through the doorway.
“Night, ladies,” I tell them with a nod and step back into the room. "You hungry?"
"I tend to have dinner every night too." I use the heel of my boot to push the conference room door shut before I make my way over to Kindred.
Her eyes widen, and she takes a step back but quickly tries to mask her reaction.
"What?" she asks when I'm almost to her.
I take the tablet out of her hand, dropping it down onto the table.
“What do you—” I cut her off again, my hand cupping the back of her neck, and I pull her into me, claiming her mouth in a kiss.
I couldn’t wait another damn second to have my mouth on her again. A small gasp leaves her as her hands go to my chest. She doesn’t push me away; instead, her fingers grip the front of my shirt as I devour her mouth.
“Kiss me back,” I order her, only breaking the kiss long enough to issue it.
I feel a shudder rake through her body, but she does as she’s told, her tongue meeting with mine, letting me know my new plan is working. No more pussy-footing around and waiting to see.
I’ll be taking what I want from this point on. We have been playing this game for far too long, and after getting that taste of her last night, I won't be able to brush past anything. No, I want my hands and mouth all over her. Every damn chance I get.
When I lift my head, a soft smile overtakes her beautiful face, her cheeks even more flushed.
“That was a bit unexpected.” She releases her hold from the front of my shirt and rubs her hands down it to smooth the wrinkles she’s made.
“Get used to it.”
“You intend to kiss me more?”
“Yes.” I release my hold on her, stepping back before I pin her down to the conference table and bury my face between her thighs. It would be easy too. Kindred always has a dress or skirt on.
Being surrounded by all this wedding-related stuff is not helping, and I find myself imagining her in a wedding dress. I never thought about having a wedding of my own one day, but I want one now if it means Kindred agreeing to spend the rest of her life with me.
Her smile falters. Instead of wondering and trying to figure out why, I fucking ask, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she quickly says. "I need to grab my bag and coat." She tries to step past me, but I reach out, snagging her by her elbow. Not so fast.
"Talk to me."
Her face softens. "Let's get out of here first, and then we should probably talk."
"No should about it. We’re talking.”
"I swear you're getting bossier by the second." She better get used to it. Now that she’s let me have a taste, there’s no going back for either of us.
"You're bringing it out of me."
"I doubt that," she says with a small laugh. "I think you can be bossy all on your own."
I can be. I derive no pleasure in bossing people around, but it often comes with the territory.
But with her, yeah, I really fucking like it because it's getting me closer, and I'm seeing how much she really enjoys it, even if she won't say it. I don’t need her words, though.
I know every fucking detail there is to know about her. Her body language tells me everything.
"All right, Cupcake, let's get your shit." I give her ass a smack when she walks by, and her eyes almost bug out. I have never fought so hard in my life not to laugh.
"When did you get all handsy?" she asks, trying to hurry down the hallway. I keep a step behind her, enjoying the view.
"Since you let me bury my face between your thighs," I tell her when we enter back into her office. She spins around to face me with that same expression on her face.
"Don't be crude." She tries to act as though I’ve scandalized her, but she’s terrible at it.
"You mean that?" I fire back at her. She stares at me before huffing and turning, going to her desk.
"I don't have time for all these questions.
" Pretty sure she does, since we're headed out for the day, but I keep that remark to myself.
I love when I can get her all flustered like this.
Lets me know that I have an effect on her.
She can be a smart-ass to everyone, but flustered is not a word anyone would use to describe her.
“Why was Mary talking about a candy cane?” I don’t let up.
I have some inclination on what she was getting at, but I want to hear it come from Kindred’s lips. Her eyes immediately drop to my dick, giving her away. I reach down, adjusting myself just to give her a little show.
“Oh my God! What has gotten into you? Those books?” I didn’t think her cheeks could flush any more, but I was dead wrong. “I’m going to have to put an age restriction on your account over at the library. You got a Kindle too?”
“No Kindle. I prefer the real thing.” Her eyes narrow on me.
“Is that a dirty comment too?”
I shrug. “Maybe you’re the one who needs an age restriction."
The phone on her desk starts to go off. She ignores it, letting it go to voicemail. “I’m ready.” Kindred smooths down her already smooth hair.
“You seem out of sorts.”
“You seem like an undercover playboy.” It comes out like an accusation, catching me way fucking off guard, making a bark of laughter leave me.
"Don't you laugh at me." She points one of her shiny pink nails in my direction.
"Well, unless I'm telling a joke. Then obviously laugh because I'm pretty funny.
" She stares at me. "Agree!" she orders after a few seconds.
"You are funny," I agree. "And I'm not laughing at you. It was a ridiculous thing for you to say, and it caught me off guard."
"It's not ridiculous that I'm funny." She smirks, getting her footing back, knowing that wasn't what I meant, but I'm still going to say it because shit needs to be made real fuckin clear around here.
"The playboy comment." I take her coat from her hands and open it for her. She slides her arms inside.
“Well, what am I supposed to think?”
“I have never been in a position to say those things to you, but I’m not shy.
I have no problem asking you how tight your pussy is.
If you let me eat it again without the panties this time.
” Her lips part in a small gasp. “A couple of licks.” I step into her.
“You let me taste at least that. All I could think about all day.”
Kindred licks her lips. “Really?” Now it’s her that’s appearing shy.
“All fuckin day.”
“That’s not good. You’re supposed to be watching over this town, not thinking about those things.”
“Eating your pussy kind of things.” I fill those words right in, knowing that my filthy mouth is working for her.
Thank fuck because I’m only saying out loud what I’m thinking.
It’s always been there; I just hadn’t voiced it.
“Are you getting wet right now?” Even with the panties in the way, I still got a taste of her sweetness.
“We can’t have the sheriff distracted.” She licks her lips again, and I know I’m getting close to what I want. Kindred pretends to right her coat. “So I shall allow you to do this to me.” Kindred doesn’t meet my eyes when she says it.
I really had no clue she’d be this bashful. I don’t know why, but it does it for me. Then again, everything works for me when it comes to her.
“Been thinking about those lips too.”
“You want a kiss?”
“I’ll take one, but I meant them wrapped around my cock. That’s been distracting me all day too.”
This time, she does shock the hell out of me with her response. "We'll see about that after you get your fill of it."
"Your pussy?"
"Oh my God," she whispers under her breath. "Yes. If you're good at that, then maybe I'll allow the other thing." Her chin goes up, and she turns, walking out of her office.
I follow her… I always will.