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Haley Kenyon opened his eyes and then
slammed them shut again as sharp knives stabbed into his eyeballs. Taking a
second to let the piercing pain settle down, he lay there taking stock of the
situation.
With growing concern, he realized he
wasn’t lying on the floor. Under his body there was the soft cloth and cushiony
feel of a mattress, except for his head which lay on something hard, warm, and
alive.
Carefully Haley opened his eyes. The
second he recognized he was in a bed, he panicked and tried to jump up and get
the hell out of there. He got nowhere. Huge muscular arms encased him, pulling
his naked back against a rock-hard warm, fuzzy chest.
Haley kicked his heels backward as hard
as he could, desperately trying to connect with the legs behind him. Using his
blunt fingernails, he pinched and gouged at the person, trying anything to get
away. His world spun and he found himself lying on his back. He was now completely
covered by a solid unmovable body, with his arms stretched above his head and
held down by firm rough hands.
Lifting his head, Haley did the only
thing he could think of and sank his teeth into the muscle right above his
captor’s left nipple. He bit down as hard as he could until the skin broke.
Haley couldn’t believe the man wasn’t
yelling in pain, pulling away, or doing something to defend himself. In the
past his uncle, dad, or brother would have beaten him to a pulp by now. But
this man didn’t move. He just endured the pain, making Haley’s hair stand on
end.
“Let go, beauty. I’d rather wear your
scars of passion, not fear.” The voice was deep, rich, and almost made Haley’s
heart stop beating in complete horror, because it was the sheriff’s.
Slowly, Haley pulled his teeth out of
the sheriff’s flesh. Blood oozed and formed trails that made their way down,
clinging to the hair on the huge plane of furry chest before him.
“I’m sorry,” Haley said. He looked up
into the handsome face above him. The sheriff had such dark-brown eyes they were
almost black. And to Haley’s relief they didn’t look angry.
“Let’s go into the bathroom so you can
clean this up,” the sheriff said.
Letting him go, the sheriff got off of
the bed, giving Haley a wonderful show of flexing muscles and a gorgeous, tight
ass. Turning toward him, the sheriff wrapped his hands around Haley’s wrists and
pulled him up until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Directly in front of
him, between the man’s naked slightly
spread legs was one of the most mouthwatering packages Haley had ever seen.
Haley ducked his head, but peered through his lashes at the heavy cock. The
sheriff wasn’t hard, but even soft he was built just the way Haley liked his
men, thick, long, and cut. The tiny slit centered in the prominent head tempted
Haley’s tongue to taste and explore.
The sheriff stepped back, pulling Haley
forward until his feet touched the worn, carpeted floor. Straightening up it
became apparent that Haley was nowhere near the size of the man before him. At
five-seven he barely came up to the sheriff’s morning scruffy chin.
Not saying a word, the sheriff let go of
his hands and pointed one long finger toward the adjacent bathroom. As Haley
passed, he felt very small compared to the big man, yet he wasn’t afraid. Confusion
and nervousness swirled around inside his head, but fear didn’t factor in his
emotions. Now that was new. Haley had learned early in life to be afraid of
larger men.
In the bathroom he went to the medicine
cabinet and pulled out a tube of antibacterial ointment and some bandages.
Turning, he watched the sheriff lay a towel on the closed toilette lid and sit
down.
“Come clean it up, beauty,” the sheriff
ordered.
Haley somehow, with trembling fingers
and a mind going six ways at once, managed to find a washcloth and wet it.
Using soap he gently started cleaning the still oozing wound. All the while his
eyes took in the tan skin dusted with hair that covered the sheriff’s wide
chest. Thick muscled thighs were spread, letting him easily step between them.
Every once in a while the outside of his leg would brush against the soft skin
of the sheriff’s inner thigh. It was starting to become a battle to make his
cock quit reacting to the tingles from those small touches.
Dabbing the wound dry with a clean
towel, Haley fumbled around enough to open the tube and spread the healing
cream onto the perfect set of still weeping teeth marks. Securing the bandage
in place, Haley stepped back. Only he didn’t get far as a band of steel pulled
his bare bottom and balls onto one of the thighs he had just been admiring.
A hand engulfed the side of his head and
his face was tucked against the sheriff’s chest and neck. “Do you always attack
your bed partners when you wake up in the morning?” the sheriff asked.
“No.” Haley didn’t want to talk. He
wanted to keep breathing in the sheriff’s clean soapy scent and maybe rub his
hard cock through the fine hair covering the sheriff’s body. Lifting his hand
he pushed his fingers through the hair between the sheriff’s pecs, loving the
feel of the soft curls separating and tangling around each finger.
“Put your hand down, Haley. No playing
until we talk,” the sheriff ordered.
Haley dropped his hand. Shit, he had
gotten lost pawing the sheriff. Thinking a little distance between them would
be a good idea, Haley tried to get up. It became crystal clear when he wasn’t
allowed to move that Haley had a very dominating man on his hands. And it
irritated the hell out of him that his cock hardened even more from the
discovery.
“Why are you here?” he demanded. “Why
are we both naked? Oh crap, I need to get something for this headache from
hell.” Red surged before his eyes and pain lanced through his brain. Keeping
calm was now on the top of his list until he got a handle on this hangover.
Seconds later, with his hand trapped in
the sheriff’s, Haley was being led back across the faded blue carpet. On the cheap
nightstand next to the bed was a bottle of pain relievers and lime-green
Gatorade.
Haley pulled back on the hand holding
his when the sheriff put one knee on the blue and white striped sheet-covered
mattress, ready to climb onto it. He told himself he didn’t care about the
fantastic ass on display before him and purposely looked at a picture of an
airplane on the far wall.
“Stop,” he said. “I’m not getting on
that bed.”
The sheriff turned back around and sat
on the bed, piercing dark eyes searching Haley’s face. “Do you have a problem
with beds, or is it me, Haley?” he asked.
“I don’t do beds,” Haley stated. He
watched the instant frown mar the sheriff’s handsome brow, but he didn’t care.
Beds only brought pain and terror.
The sheriff let go of Haley’s hand.
Haley didn’t want to acknowledge how much the loss of their connection bothered
him.
“Go take a couple of pills and drink at
least half the bottle.” The sheriff nodded toward the nightstand.
Haley wanted to stamp his foot and tell
the sheriff to go hang himself, but the pounding in his temples had him again
following orders, popping two tablets into his mouth, and drinking the
refreshing aid.
Setting the bottle back onto the end
table, he turned and confronted his uninvited guest. “If you’re not going to tell
me why you’re here and why we don’t have any clothes on, you need to leave.”
The big sheriff leaned back on one hand,
displaying acres of skin and muscles that Haley refused to acknowledge that he
noticed. “Come sit down next to me and I’ll answer any question you ask.”
Haley was back to wanting to stomp his
foot. The man didn’t listen to a word he said. “I told you, I don’t do beds,”
he stated. “Let’s get dressed and then you can leave.”
The sheriff’s face was impassive, and
his dark eyes never wavered from Haley’s face. Haley lasted all of thirty
seconds. Slowly, making sure the irritating man knew he was not happy with the
situation, Haley dragged his feet as he took a few steps closer to the hated
bed.
Quick as a wink, two hands picked Haley
up by the waist and his naked ass was again sitting on the sheriff’s hard
thighs. Strong arms held him close and he felt soft lips brush against his
forehead.
“You were too drunk to drive last night,
so I brought you home,” the sheriff said.
“What about the naked part?” Haley
asked.
“I answered one of your questions, now
you answer one of mine.” Warm hands rubbed the skin on Haley’s back, making him
arch in pleasure. Then the stupid man had to open his mouth again. “Tell me why
you don’t like beds.”
Haley couldn’t help it. Sometimes pure
crap came out of his mouth. “That really isn’t any of your business,” he
retorted.
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