Those years with the Barbarians played in his mind. Zane had fit in there better than he did at the agency. There was no bureaucratic bullshit to deal with or cocktail parties to attend. There was beer to drink. There were women to fuck and drugs to move. Zane had been damn good with the women and not at all bad with being the muscle Ellis needed to keep his business working. Nate had taken on the “guy who would do anything” role. It didn’t get him close to Ellis, but it kept him and Zane safe. No one wanted to mess with Nate Rush.
If only his reputation could keep them safe now.
He needed to find a place to stash Zane and Callie until he’d figured out how to get the Barbarians off their backs. Their place was a no-go. The front room was a wreck. He also didn’t want to risk going to Callie’s. It would be too easy to figure out who the woman from the bar was and where she lived.
He heard the door to the station open. Zane and Callie were talking as they walked in. Nate’s cock responded almost immediately. He hardened painfully at the sound of Callie’s voice. He remembered the night before. She’d been so sweet. She’d opened herself to them and never made a complaint when they took her over and over, trading places, giving her not a second to catch her breath before one of them was on top of her again.
Callie smiled as she stuck her head in the door. There was a bag in her hand. She held it up temptingly. “Brought you some lunch.”
Zane crowded her, his hands skimming her hips. “I tried to get you the special, but Callie insisted on a boring old cheeseburger.”
Callie’s face lit up as she passed Nate the bag. “Zane made a friend. Hal, the cook at Stella’s, thinks he hung the moon. Seriously, he’s half in love with Zane because he ate the special.”
Zane shrugged and threw his big body into the chair across from Nate’s desk. It was the first time Nate had seen Zane look comfortable in months, maybe in years. His friend’s face was open for once. Callie had done that. One more thing to be grateful to her for. He reached out and ignored the burger, preferring to pull her into his lap. It might make him a bastard, but he had to have her. Right here. Right now.
“Oh!” Callie gasped. Nate circled her waist and planted his face in the nape of her neck. It had only been an hour, but he’d missed her. Callie wiggled, and her ass was right across Nate’s erection.
“Should I lock the door?” Zane had one eyebrow elevated. He looked ready to join in on the fun Nate had planned.
“No,” Callie protested.
“Yes.” Nate moved a hand up to her thigh. He thought about the stuff he’d saved from the cabin. It was sitting in his bag at Zane’s feet. It was everything they needed. They had used Zane’s stash the night before, but Nate knew he had always been better prepared than his friend.
Zane moved quickly. Nate heard the door to his office lock with a click.
“Sheriff, this is incredibly unprofessional.” Callie sounded breathless, but she attempted to sit up.
Nate wasn’t about to let that happen. “No, Ms. Sheppard. You will mind me. I’m your boss. You’re my secretary.”
She went still in his arms. He worried for a moment, but then he felt a little shaking in her chest. She was giggling.
“Seriously? You want to play right here, right now?”
He didn’t want to play. He needed to play. He had a few hours before those DEA agents would show up, and he would get confronted with his old life. He needed to be here with her, in the moment.
“I think we need to go over a few of your new duties, Ms. Sheppard.”
Now she turned her head and grinned at him. “New duties, huh? I take it you’re talking about something other than filing and sorting.”
“You better believe it.” Nate gave her a tiny shove, and she was on her feet. The small office suddenly seemed overly full with all three of them inside, but it felt perfectly intimate to Nate. “Slide your skirt off and hand it to Zane. He knows what to do with it.”
Her mouth crooked up, but she seemed to be game. Sweet little Callie was a dirty girl underneath all that sugar. Nate’s heart skipped as he thought about it. She was a dirty girl for them and only them. She’d never been down and filthy with anyone else because she’d never really wanted anyone else. It made Nate feel ten feet tall.
Callie’s hands went to the back of her skirt. She fumbled with it, the gracelessness of the act endearing in Nate’s mind. He looked at Zane expecting hot anticipation on his face, but there was a little smile there instead. It was the goofy smile of a man insanely into a girl who was hot for him, too. It was probably a lot like the smile on his own face, Nate decided.
Callie managed to undo the button on her skirt. Nate heard the sweet sound of the zipper sliding down and then Callie pushed the skirt off. She revealed inch after inch of skin. She was lightly tan without a single tan line. Nate got hard as hell thinking about how Callie had managed that. He could see her sitting by the river in nothing but her own perfect skin. He would love to lie next to her, feeling the warmth of the sun caressing him.
Professional men with a mind toward a big time career didn’t sunbathe naked.
Nate shoved the thought aside. Callie handed Zane her skirt.
“I do know just what to do with this, babe.” Zane tossed the skirt in the trash can next to Nate’s desk.
Nate gave him a thumbs up. Callie didn’t need clothes. “On the desk, baby. Spread your legs.”
“I’m going to need that skirt back, Zane,” she said as she dutifully hoisted herself onto the desk. It was neat, but she had to move a few files. She spread her legs and couldn’t seem to stop giggling. “This is starting to feel an awful lot like a gynecological exam, boys. I’m not sure how sexy that is.”
Nate sighed as he looked at that gorgeous plump pussy. She kept it perfectly shaved. Nate looked forward to performing that little task for her. It would be a sweet intimacy.
“I bet your gynecologist doesn’t spend a lot of time thinking about how pretty your pussy is.” Zane stood beside him staring down like he was appreciating a great work of art.
Callie’s head came up. “I would hope not. She’s almost seventy and has seven grandkids.”
“I also bet she doesn’t do this.” Nate got on his knees. He leaned over and pressed a little kiss on her pussy lips.
Callie’s head fell back. “Definitely not, Sheriff.”
He pressed kisses all over her pussy. Light little butterfly caresses that had her quivering. Her clit started to peek out of its hood. “I like the way you call me Sheriff, darlin’. It makes me think of putting you in handcuffs and giving you a full body search. As a matter of fact, maybe we should do a little probing. What do you say, deputy?”
Zane rolled his eyes. “No way. I am not your deputy, but I will most definitely help probe her. I have just the instrument we should use.”
Nate had something else in mind. “That’ll have to wait. If you grab that bag and look inside you might find just what we need. It’s clean and ready to be lubed up.”
“It?” Callie asked with wide, curious eyes.
“Yep,” Nate replied. He took hold of her thighs and neatly flipped her over. “Put that pretty ass in the air, Miss Sheppard.”
“Nice. When did you have time to buy a butt plug?” Zane held the small pink plug in his hand as he poured lube across the plastic and readied it.
“Maybe we should talk about this.” Callie sounded uncertain, but she didn’t move from her place on the desk. She got on her hands and knees. Her heart shaped ass was right there. He’d never be able to sit at this desk again without thinking about her gorgeous ass ripe and ready for use.