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“You don’t know me, and we don’t have time for you to check my background so I understand why you’re scared. But what we can do is stop by the sheriff’s office for your peace of mind. He’s the best reference I can think of on short notice.”
She thought about that and agreed. If this sheriff was in cahoots with him and was actually using his cover as a way to abduct women, then she was screwed. She had to trust somebody to keep her safe or she would be running for the rest of her life.
Taking a deep breath, she replied. “That seems more than fair. I just hope I’m not a bigger burden than you’re expecting.”
He laughed. “Krista, if you knew some of the cases I’ve taken on, you wouldn’t worry.”
After lunch, she followed him in her car to the sheriff’s office, which wasn’t far from the diner.
“Krista, this is Booker, our sheriff.” Mac introduced her and she found the sheriff to be as big and intimidating as Mac.
Booker shook her hand gently, his big paw encompassing hers. “Who do I arrest?” His growl made the hair rise on her arms.
Mac slapped him on the back. “I’ve got it covered Booker. I’ll call you in if I need help.”
“Just keep it legal Mac,” Booker snarled. “Or at least have a good alibi.” Booker winked at Krista, but she wasn’t sure if he was kidding or not.
Chapter 2
F ollowing his truck once again , they left the sheriff’s office and headed out on a side road, which led to the highway. It was one of those two-lane blacktops that wove its way through the countryside.
Now she started to worry. What the hell was she doing? Going to a stranger’s house like a lamb led to slaughter.
Turning onto a long gravel driveway, she stuck close to his bumper as the wide gates opened for him and went to park beside his truck near the house. Sitting with her hands still gripping the wheel, she wondered if she were crazy.
She let out a small scream at the tapping on her window and saw him patiently waiting. Taking a deep breath, she opened her door.
“Everything will be all right, Krista. You’re safe now.”
She burst out crying, the stress and fear she’d been living with overwhelming her.
Mac pulled her close, his arms encircling her. “Hey now, no crying. Guys don’t like tears, it makes them feel guilty and they don’t know why.”
She couldn’t help but giggle a little, along with a small hiccup. This big, strong man didn’t know what to do with a crying female.
She held on to him because he felt so good. Her breast pressed against a hard chest. Her hips so close to his she could feel his growing erection. Wait a minute. He was aroused? By her? That little bit of knowledge boosted her self-confidence about a mile so she rubbed up against him, enjoying what felt like a huge cock growing even more as she wiggled her hips closer.
“Baby, if you don’t stop that, I’m going to put you on my tailgate and take you right here,” he growled in her ear.
God, she wanted it. Who was here to judge her? No one, no one knew her in this small town.
“Yes,” she said, simply.
He lifted her in his arms and marched to the back of his truck before setting her on her feet so he could drop the tailgate. Ripping his shirt off, he laid it across the metal and placed her on it with a gentle push to her shoulders. Reclining, with her legs dangling over the edge, she eagerly waited his next move.
It wasn’t the most comfortable position but she didn’t care. She wanted this. She was so ready to be fucked she didn’t even feel the hard metal or the sun beaming down on them.
He pushed her dress up, exposing her pink thong. “Krista, that’s so pretty, but it has to go.”
He gripped her hips, slowly sliding her thong down to her ankles, driving her crazy.
“What a pretty pussy,” he murmured, as if to himself.
Making himself a place between her legs, he placed his hands on her thighs and moved them further apart, stroking her skin up to the crease
“You don’t know me, and we don’t have time for you to check my background so I understand why you’re scared. But what we can do is stop by the sheriff’s office for your peace of mind. He’s the best reference I can think of on short notice.”
She thought about that and agreed. If this sheriff was in cahoots with him and was actually using his cover as a way to abduct women, then she was screwed. She had to trust somebody to keep her safe or she would be running for the rest of her life.
Taking a deep breath, she replied. “That seems more than fair. I just hope I’m not a bigger burden than you’re expecting.”
He laughed. “Krista, if you knew some of the cases I’ve taken on, you wouldn’t worry.”
After lunch, she followed him in her car to the sheriff’s office, which wasn’t far from the diner.
“Krista, this is Booker, our sheriff.” Mac introduced her and she found the sheriff to be as big and intimidating as Mac.
Booker shook her hand gently, his big paw encompassing hers. “Who do I arrest?” His growl made the hair rise on her arms.
Mac slapped him on the back. “I’ve got it covered Booker. I’ll call you in if I need help.”
“Just keep it legal Mac,” Booker snarled. “Or at least have a good alibi.” Booker winked at Krista, but she wasn’t sure if he was kidding or not.
Chapter 2
F ollowing his truck once again , they left the sheriff’s office and headed out on a side road, which led to the highway. It was one of those two-lane blacktops that wove its way through the countryside.
Now she started to worry. What the hell was she doing? Going to a stranger’s house like a lamb led to slaughter.
Turning onto a long gravel driveway, she stuck close to his bumper as the wide gates opened for him and went to park beside his truck near the house. Sitting with her hands still gripping the wheel, she wondered if she were crazy.
She let out a small scream at the tapping on her window and saw him patiently waiting. Taking a deep breath, she opened her door.
“Everything will be all right, Krista. You’re safe now.”
She burst out crying, the stress and fear she’d been living with overwhelming her.
Mac pulled her close, his arms encircling her. “Hey now, no crying. Guys don’t like tears, it makes them feel guilty and they don’t know why.”
She couldn’t help but giggle a little, along with a small hiccup. This big, strong man didn’t know what to do with a crying female.
She held on to him because he felt so good. Her breast pressed against a hard chest. Her hips so close to his she could feel his growing erection. Wait a minute. He was aroused? By her? That little bit of knowledge boosted her self-confidence about a mile so she rubbed up against him, enjoying what felt like a huge cock growing even more as she wiggled her hips closer.
“Baby, if you don’t stop that, I’m going to put you on my tailgate and take you right here,” he growled in her ear.
God, she wanted it. Who was here to judge her? No one, no one knew her in this small town.
“Yes,” she said, simply.
He lifted her in his arms and marched to the back of his truck before setting her on her feet so he could drop the tailgate. Ripping his shirt off, he laid it across the metal and placed her on it with a gentle push to her shoulders. Reclining, with her legs dangling over the edge, she eagerly waited his next move.
It wasn’t the most comfortable position but she didn’t care. She wanted this. She was so ready to be fucked she didn’t even feel the hard metal or the sun beaming down on them.
He pushed her dress up, exposing her pink thong. “Krista, that’s so pretty, but it has to go.”
He gripped her hips, slowly sliding her thong down to her ankles, driving her crazy.
“What a pretty pussy,” he murmured, as if to himself.
Making himself a place between her legs, he placed his hands on her thighs and moved them further apart, stroking her skin up to the crease
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