“Good, darlin’, because I can’t hold back any longer. I’ll try to go slow.” Nate’s words sounded like they were ground between his teeth. He started to pull his cock back, and Callie felt her eyes go wide. She had nerves in her ass that she never knew she had, and now every one of them was screaming in pleasure at the slow, steady drag of Nate’s dick.
Zane grinned up at her. “Not the last time then, babe?”
“Oh, no.” She pressed back against Nate. She couldn’t stand the thought of him pulling out.
He pressed back in with a groan. “Your ass feels so good. It’s so tight. I can feel every inch of you.”
“You done playing around back there? Because I really need to fuck this pussy.”
Nate hissed and suddenly pressed forward. Callie could feel his abs against her backside. He was all the way in. “Damn straight, Zane. Let’s fuck our woman.”
Callie held on for dear life as they worked in tandem. When one pressed forward, the other pulled out. Zane’s hands were on her waist, guiding her up and down his cock. Nate’s pulled at her hips, forcing his big dick in and out of her ass. The sensations rushed along her skin. Her breath came out in rabid pants. Something was building inside her cunt, her ass. The twin pleasures were fighting for precedence. Then suddenly she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see. She could only feel as she came apart. Her clit pulsed. Her pussy creamed as she came and came. The nerves in her ass lit up and sparked a fire that raced through her.
She heard Nate shout as he frantically pounded into her ass. He stiffened behind her, and his hands tightened. Zane’s face flushed, and Callie felt him pulse as he came, flooding her with his cum.
Nate fell forward, shoving her on to Zane’s chest. She could feel him breathing heavily against her back. He pressed his lips to the back of her neck.
“I love you, Callie,” Nate whispered.
She just wished that was enough.
Chapter Thirteen
The town hall was full to overflowing by the time Nate gently pushed his way through the crowd. It looked like everyone in Bliss had shown up. There was a loud hum of conversation going on around him as he settled Callie into a seat close to the front.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of her.” Zane slid into the open seat next to Callie like he belonged there.
He did, Nate acknowledged. Zane belonged next to her more than he himself did. Zane was staying with her. Zane was committing to her. Damn it. He nodded shortly and turned away from the sight of her scooting closer to Zane. If he was half as smart as he claimed to be, he would be sitting on the other side of Callie, vying for attention.
“Sheriff!”
The loud calls of the people around him reminded Nate that even if he was willing to commit his life to being the sheriff of Bliss, he wouldn’t be sitting with Zane and Callie. Not tonight at least. There was a small raised stage at the front of the room with a long conference table and a place setting with his name on it. He had a meeting to run.
A frail figure stood in between the imposing bodies of Worthington and Leander. The agents looked ridiculously out of place among the locals. They were in perfectly pressed suits with hair that had been cut into the current style and wouldn’t dare to look windblown. He snickered inwardly. They would shit their pants if they had his job. Just the other day he had to help the park rangers deal with a huge grizzly who decided to invite himself into the Farley family’s cabin for supper. Then he had to talk to the boys who had been luring the damn bear in for a science experiment. Yup, Worthington and Leander would have no idea how to handle a bear, much less the evil genius of the Farley brothers.
When had he started thinking that way? Hell, he used to dress like the agents when he wasn’t on the job. He had the best clothes, the latest haircut, thousand-dollar shoes. When did all of that become something he snickered at? Clothes made the man, his father would say. Bullshit, his increasingly loud inner voice chimed in. What a man did, what he loved and protected, that made a man.
“Sheriff Wright.” The elderly man leaning on his walker looked relieved to see him walking up. Hiram Jones was the mayor of Bliss and had been for the last twenty years. He wore the town’s version of formal, a clean western shirt, bolo tie with a shiny silver clasp, and pressed blue jeans. A Stetson sat on his head, and Nate realized that Hiram must have taken this meeting very seriously. After all, he’d put in his teeth. Hiram usually didn’t bother. Hiram scooted his walker with tennis balls covering the feet over closer to Nate. “I’m glad you’re here. I don’t think I like these two. Are you sure we need them around? Bliss can handle its own, if you know what I mean.”
Nate nodded politely and gave the elderly man a hand. He started maneuvering Hiram toward a seat at the front of the audience. He saw a place open next to Stella who, for some reason, had decided to dress like Annie Oakley. All she was missing was a shot gun strapped to her back, though Nate had no illusions that she could have one in her hands before he could blink. For all her crazy dress, she was solid. Stella was dependable, and she would take care of the mayor.
“The special agents are just here as backup, Mayor Jones,” Nate explained. “I assure you, I’m still in charge.”
Stella smiled up at the mayor and immediately began fussing over him. “You just sit down, Hiram. Sheriff Wright will take care of those boys. Special agents? I don’t see anything special about them.”
Nate was satisfied the mayor was settled and walked back over to his former colleagues. He could hear them talking as they looked around the room. Now he wished this meeting was taking place in the town square in full daylight where their disdainful stares would be hidden behind their expensive sunglasses.
“This place is a complete joke,” Leander said, not bothering to keep his voice down. “Not a one of these people know their head from their ass.”
“Yeah, Wright, you gotta dump this place and come back to the real world.” Worthington was shaking his head. “Seriously, how can you stand it here? No one in this piddly little town has ever had to face anything. I can’t stand the syrupy sweetness.”
“It’s not so bad.” Nate kept his tone moderate but had the sudden urge to wipe the snarky smile off Marcus Worthington’s face.
Leander sighed. “It’s just a pity, a truly gifted agent like you getting stuck in this pathetic place because of misplaced loyalty. Look, Wright, I know he’s your partner and you’ve been friends for a long time, but Hollister is dragging you down. Marc and I have a proposal for you. There’s a lot of money to be made in our positions.”
Doing what? Nate wondered. The real money was at the top. Nate couldn’t imagine Worthington and Leander made that much more than he had. He didn’t want to hear the lecture on coming back to the agency right now. “We should get the meeting started.”
Nate rushed on stage. He sank into his chair and touched the microphone to ensure it was on. “Settle down people. Let’s get this started.”
After a moment, Worthington and Leander took their seats at the podium, and Nate introduced them. He gave the town a brief rundown of what was happening and what to look for. The special agents interjected here and there, giving advice as though they were talking to two-year-olds rather than an entire town of people whose percentage of gun owners dwarfed the national average. They were patronizing. They were obnoxious. They were probably what Nate himself had sounded like just a few days ago. As Worthington went on and on, Nate sat, really thinking about his predicament.
What did he want? It was a question he thought he’d answered a long time ago. He wanted everything. He wanted to be a success. Success in his world was measured in money and power. So why hadn’t he taken up his father on his offer when he finished college? His father had offered him a vice presidency in the family company. It was a straight shot to CEO. Why had he joined the DEA? Because deep down he wanted to protect people. Because deep in his heart, he wanted to matter.