It was incredible the way he thrusted up to meet her as she moved down on his cock. The friction caused her to heat up inside. She held on by gripping his shoulders tightly and heard his breath coming in deep gasps and knew he was close to coming, too.
“Come with me, Hannah,” Ben said, lifting his own hips up to her as if he could get his cock deeper inside of her. He groaned and spilled his seed inside of her at the same time she gave in to her climax and screamed his name out. She swore she saw stars explode inside her head as she came.
Her head fell on to his chest from the lack of strength. The climax had taken every bit of her energy. Ben rubbed her back softly kissing her on the head. Her eyes felt heavy and tired but she didn’t want to move out of Ben’s arms. She’d happily sleep this way, still connected to her lover. Here their world was perfect. She belonged to her handsome sheriff and that’s all she had ever wanted.
* * * *
Ben drove her to the shelter reluctantly the next morning. And parked in front of her truck. He turned his Jeep off and pulled her close to him for a good-bye hug.
“I’m glad you gave us another chance, honey. I don’t want to let you go. I know I will be thinking of you all day long,” he said, kissing her, their tongues twisting together in a dance of passion.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, leaning into him and enjoying his kiss. She could feel the tingles starting in her stomach and the fire starting between her legs. What a way to start the day!
Suddenly they were interrupted by a loud horn. Ben groaned and let go of her for a second. He was breathing hard as he looked out of his window to see a grinning Billy in a police cruiser.
Ben growled and rolled down his window. “Go away deputy before this sheriff fires your ass already.”
Hannah giggled at Ben’s grouchiness. “Congratulations, Billy,” she yelled out the window, waving at him. She liked Grace’s cousin and if she hadn’t been so hung up on Ben she definitely would have flirted with him. He was a handsome man but her heart wanted only Ben.
Billy opened his mouth to say something then stopped and looked at Hannah’s red truck parked behind Ben’s. He looked at the couple with concern. “Umm, Hannah, your tires are all flat.”
Hannah gasped and got out of Ben’s Jeep, running over to her truck in disbelief. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. All four of her tires were flat. “They were fine last night when we locked the doors, right, Ben?”
Ben bent down and ran his hands over the tires and grimaced. “Hell,” he muttered. “These tires were slashed, honey.”
Billy had gotten out of his car and looked at them then looked at Hannah and Ben with concern. “I drove by here a few times last night but it was pretty quiet. I had to break up a fight at the bar, too, so it could have happened then. Having problems with someone?”
Hannah was feeling very grouchy now looking at her tires and thinking of the expense of replacing them. She crossed her hands across her chest and shook her head. “My only headache these days is Dorothy Anderson, Ben’s biggest fan.”
“I doubt she’d do this though, she’s not vindictive,” Ben replied without thinking of how Hannah would take that statement.
Hannah’s eyes narrowed with anger and jealousy at Ben’s quick defense of the woman who followed him around constantly. “Of course she wouldn’t. She is too sweet and helpless, isn’t she? Isn’t that why you’re always so nice to her, allowing her to follow you around like a lost puppy?”
Ben opened his mouth then shut it again, knowing it was wise not to upset Hannah. They had just straightened things out and he didn’t want to fight with her and definitely not in the middle of town.
“Well, do your job and find who is responsible for this vandalism, sheriff. See you later, Billy.” She tossed her blond hair out of the way and stalked off into the shelter angrily and muttering bad things about blind men.
Billy let out a whistle and gave Ben a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “Boy, she was mad. You probably shouldn’t have defended Dorothy in front of Hannah. Women are jealous creatures.”
Ben glared at Billy. “Thanks for the advice, pal.”
* * * *
Hannah went to visit Grace for lunch at Flo’s Café, where she waitressed. Ben had called her asking her to have lunch with him but she was still mad and told him she had plans with Grace already. She wasn’t in the mood to argue.
She had been throwing up all day and opted for a small salad and a glass of iced tea. Grace took a break and sat down at a table with Hannah while Hannah explained the morning’s events.
“Men are blind as bats, Hannah,” Grace observed after Hannah finished her story and reminded her. “Your brother thought I was a gold digger once, remember?”
Hannah snorted and agreed with Grace that men were blind. Anyone could see Grace was genuinely a sweet person.
Sammie, the other waitress, refilled Hannah’s glass and gave Hannah a sympathetic smile. She was in her early twenties, tall and slim with curly blonde hair, big brown eyes, and a wide, friendly smile.
“Men are difficult, sweetie. And we women can be jealous beasts when it comes to our men,” Sammie said with a laugh.
Hannah and Grace nodded in agreement with her.
“You don’t think Dorothy is really capable of doing that, do you?” Grace asked seriously, concern shining in her expression. “She’s been in here a few times and although she is very polite there’s something cold about her eyes. She always looks so perfect but not real. Does that make any sense?”