Rocky Waters (Lovers Lake)

My phone beeps and it’s Michael. Left her things on the back porch. That prick mentioned calling the sheriff. Didn’t want him to snatch up her bags.

The luggage is on the back porch, so I go around and grab it and then shoot him a thank you text back.

I get dinner started and check in on Darcy. My queen is sleeping in bed, looking thoroughly fucked and sexy.

It’s six at night and just as I head back to the kitchen someone’s pounding on my door. I know who it is and don’t want to deal with this fuck. I don’t have time for this shit, so I storm toward the door and swing it open to find Sheriff Whitaker Marlowe.

“What’s up?” I see the asshole behind Marlowe and rage shoots through me. “Didn’t I say get the fuck off my property?”

“You kidnapped my girlfriend.” The punk tries to look tough behind the sheriff while pointing his finger at me, but I just flinch toward the fuck, and he backs up like the coward he is. I want to ring his neck and dig a hole because he dared to claim she belonged to him.

“Watch your mouth or you will, when I rip your eyes from your head and stuff them in your mouth.” I turn my attention to the sheriff who is trying to see behind my large frame. “She’s fine and if I was you, I’d stop peeking through my door because if you happen to see her naked, I’ll rip out your eyes too.” It’s the only warning they’ll get.

“You raped her,” the asshole shouts, pointing his finger at me again. I’m really going to kill his bastard now that he’s really asking for it.

“What the hell? Get out of here, Warrick,” Darcy says behind me.

“For the love of all that’s holy you better have some fucking clothes on,” I growl without turning back to see.

“I do. You big possessive brute.” She slides under my arm and she’s wearing my flannel shirt, fuck she looks sexy as hell. “I’m fine, officer. Bennett’s an animal, but you know some of us girls just like it that way. Now if you’ll excuse me, but you heard my fiancé get this piece of shit off his property or it’s going to be a bit rocky.”

“Shit, you are sexy,” I growl, bending backward slightly to stare at her ass.

“Something’s burning,” Marlowe says.

“Dinner,” I shout, running toward the kitchen, but I pause before entering to make sure they leave.

“Bye,” she says, waving them off before slamming the door shut. I hear the lock flip and the padding of her feet toward the kitchen.

“Could you be any sexier?” I growl, staring at the image before me. She has her hip resting on the doorframe with her arms crossed under her breasts. I lick my lips, itching to open a couple of buttons and suck on her hard, tiny nipples.

“Maybe. Now, how bad is dinner?” She directs her head toward the stove.

“Not too bad. The potatoes just boiled over.” I dump the chopped potatoes into the pot just before those asses showed up.

“Cool. Now, since you thoroughly fucked my brains out, I think it’s time we had a talk.”

“I’m terrible at it,” I inform her.

“Yes, I gathered that. Me caveman, me breed you now. Me kill all other boys.” She bangs her fists against her chest with a chuckle.

“Thanks, Jane. What a remarkable impression,” I drolly remark, rolling my eyes and then check on the brown sugared carrots.

“So do you always come up here and write?”

“Once a year. I’m about two weeks early.” I steal a glance at her and smile. “I’ve never been happier to change up my schedule.”

“Me too. I’ve never been to Colorado, or heck, anywhere. I’ve lived in the Chicagoland area my entire life.”

“Then I’ll have to show you around later, but for now…” I crowd her space and kiss her lips. “Take a seat while I mash the potatoes.”

I pat her ass, but she just turns to look at me and ask, “Don’t you need any help?”

“No. I want you to rest those sexy legs. They look good in just my shirt.” I watch her massage them as she sits down. I turn and adjust my dick, forcing it to calm down. She’s got my cock jumping in my pants. The zipper on my jeans is creating a painful imprint on my shaft like I didn’t come twice already.

“I don’t have any clothes, so I hope you don’t mind.”

“You look good in my things, but Michael already dropped off your stuff. I left it in the hallway.”

“Thanks. That would be sweet. I hope Michael’s not too upset with me.” I hate that she cares what he thinks. I know he’s a good guy and my friend, but she’s my woman and deserves to be treated like a princess.