Bitter Sweet Hell (Hell Night 2)

“JW,” I bark into the receiver.

“Mrs. Baker called. Sunshine is in a tree again,” Rita, the station’s secretary and dispatcher says.

Just hearing the name Mrs. Baker, causes my head to pound.

“Have Sanchez or Williams do it. I’m headin’ home.”

“They’re on a call out at the Wilkins’s farm.”

I work my jaw back and forth, trying to relieve some of the tension in my temples.

“Fire and rescue then,” I grind out.

“They’re responding to a kitchen fire at the Laymen’s,” Rita responds.

“Fuck my life,” I mutter. “Fine.” I snatch up my keys and cell phone and stride to the door. “I’ll hit her place before going home. And Rita. Don’t call me with stupid shit like this for the rest of the day. I’m done until tomorrow, unless it’s a true emergency.”

“Got it, Sheriff.”

I bypass the front of the office and opt to go out the back door. I parked on the side of the building this afternoon to avoid anyone stopping me on the street to chat. It’s already bad enough that I have to stop by Mrs. Baker’s to get her beast of a cat out of the tree. This is the third time this week and probably the millionth time this year. The old woman needs to get rid of the damn cat because all he does is cause trouble, but he was attached to her late husband and now she’s attached to him.

A hot shower and a beer are calling my name, and I’m only too eager to answer.

FOURTY MINUTES LATER, I’m pushing through my front door. I slam my keys and phone down on the table beside the couch and angrily yank off my boots, wincing when my boot grazes across the deep scrapes on my palms.

Goddamn cat. I damn near strangled the fucker when I finally got my hands around the scruff of his neck. The stupid furball kept inching higher up the tree. I’m not a light guy and the branches got thinner and thinner the higher I went. I’m lucky my ass didn’t fall from the tree. As it was, one of the branches I stepped on snapped and the only thing that kept me from plunging to my death were my hands scrambling for purchase and sliding down the rough bark until I got a good hold. I left several good chunks of skin behind.

The next time Mrs. Baker calls, she can go after the devil cat herself or leave him up there, because I sure ain’t doing it. The asshole will come down when he’s hungry.

Ripping off my shirt, I toss it toward the kitchen and start working on my pants as I head to the bedroom. I don’t wait for the water to warm up before stepping under the spray. I groan when the water hits me. That feels fucking fantastic.

I drop my head and close my eyes and let the water do its work on alleviating the tension in my shoulders. An image of Eden pops in my head and there’s a new tension in my body. My eyes spring open when my dick twitches and starts to fill with blood. One thought. One damn thought of the woman and my dick perks up as if it’s begging me to let my mind run wild. She’s just a woman. One I know nothing about, except for what she’s told me about what happened with Diego, but apparently, my body doesn’t give two fucks about that. That’s fine, because I don’t need to know anything more about her to get under her long skirt. Single, attractive women are in short supply in Malus, and I haven’t been to the neighboring towns on the hunt for one. It’s been too long since I’ve gotten laid. Maybe Eden will be up for a little fun to take her mind off the shit storm she’s in.

Giving into my body’s demands, I grip my cock and squeeze the head while I conjure up just what I’d do to Eden if given the chance. The first thing I’d do is kiss that bright ass lipstick off her lips. Once I’ve succeeded with that task, I’d skim my lips down her neck, between the valley of her breasts, yank the material down that covers the plump mounds and take her nipples between my teeth. They’d be a dusty pink, hard as diamonds, and taste like cherries.

I jerk my cock, making sure my fingers run across the underside of the head.

The image transforms into Eden on her hands and knees on my bed. Her ass in the air, her little cunt and rosebud peeking at me. Her head is turned to the side as she watches me approach. I grip her hips and drag her to the end of the bed, then bury my face in her sweet pussy. She tastes like peaches and cream. So damn delicious. I run my tongue from her clit, up her slit, to her hidden entrance, then do it all over again.

She withers and moans, all the while bucking her hips, but I hold her still with a firm grip on her thighs. I devour her until she screams and claws at the sheets. Only when her tight walls stop pulsing do I get to my knees behind her and shove every inch of my cock inside her warm depths.

“Shit,” I grit and pump my hand harder. My knees begin to shake like I’m some Goddamn school boy having his first orgasm.

Blindly, I reach out with my other hand and place it on the wall. My balls tense up and my dick swells even more. Intense pleasure races down my spine as my orgasm hits me so hard I become lightheaded.

“Fuckin’ hell,” I groan and tip my head back, letting the water hit my face.

I don’t remember the last time I’ve come that damn hard. It’s sure as shit’s been too long. And that was just from a fantasy.

Once my bones are no longer made of jelly, I quickly wash my hair and body, then get out of the shower. Half-assedly drying off, I pull on a pair of sweatpants and go to the room next to mine. As soon as I open the door a chattering squeak greets my ears. Piper, my black ferret, races excitedly back and forth in her cage. Releasing the latch and opening the door, she darts from the cage. She makes it to the door before turning around and scurrying back to me. Her claws dig into the material of my sweats and she crawls her way up my leg. I scoop her up when she gets to my waist and put her on my shoulders where I know she wants to be.

“Hey, girl.” I run my hand along her head and she burrows her face in my hair.

Chuckling, I take her back with me to the living room to grab my phone then go back to the bedroom. Normally, anytime I’m at home, I let Piper run free. She’s a little shit sometimes

when she finds something to chew on that she’s not supposed to, and she likes to horde my socks, but she’s typically a good ferret and she’s litter trained.

Once I’m close enough to the bed, she jumps from my shoulders onto the mattress. She runs around, rooting under my pillow, only to pop out on the other side, looking at me as if seeking approval. I’ve had Piper for three years. One of the boys in town got him for his birthday. Three days later, they found out he was allergic to pet hair. No one else wanted her, and since I’ve always had a soft spot for furry creatures, she ended up with me.