Holly heard the bell above the door as she reached for the creamer. She turned to the right and spotted Matt and Tony Smith coming in. They were still in uniform. Matt and Tony were deputies for the town of Red Hook, and both brothers were big, muscled men with a very intimidating look. Not many people tangled with them.
Holly groaned silently and focused on her coffee as if it were her lifeline. This was a rotten idea. It was not a good start to her week. Avoiding Matthew Smith in a town of this size was no easy task, especially when they had friends in common. She thought she had done a pretty good job of it so far, until today. Sometimes, their eyes met across a crowded room, and she would quickly avert her eyes and walk on. She had no desire to be his friend or be anywhere near him.
Last summer, he had broken her heart by dumping her. He had given her some “it’s me, not you” lame speech. She couldn’t even remember what she said back to him. She had high-tailed it out of there before she embarrassed herself by bursting into tears.
When their eyes had connected in the local bar last July, she had felt an instant connection. His strength hadn’t frightened her, but made her feel safe. She’d thought she saw real emotions in his eyes. She’d thought, This is it. I have met the man of my dreams.
She snorted silently. Yeah, right. All she got out of it was a bruised ego and broken heart.
They picked the stools next to her to sit on. She was tempted to ask Matt to scoot over, way over, maybe even to another restaurant or another town. She could smell his cologne and it reminded her of how much she still missed him, still dreamed and ached for him. She could feel heat radiating from his body. Being this close to him made it hard for her for her to act casual. Why was she so stuck on a man that didn’t want her?
“Hey, handsome.” Jackie, one of the younger waitresses, flirted with Matt. She put her hand on his arm and caressed his muscles. “Catch any dangerous criminals? I bet you don’t even need a gun.”
“Not unless you count Mr. Miller arguing with his neighbor about the dog doing his business in his yard,” Matt answered the flirty waitress with amusement.
Holly refused to look toward Matt and see him flirting with the young brunette. She should have known he would never take any woman seriously. Holly considered herself quiet, shy and average-looking. She lacked the self-confidence to be bold and flirty like Jackie. She didn’t wear revealing clothes or know any fun, sassy pick-up lines. Maybe that is what men wanted and what she lacked. She never had much luck with relationships.
Her appetite was completely gone now, and all the joy went out of her morning. She hoped this wasn’t a sign of how her Monday was going to go.
Dottie brought her the order. Holly picked up her fork and started to eat. She would eat fast and get out of here. Now that she knew Matt and his brother came here, she would avoid the place at all costs. Another place scratched off her list of places not to go. Soon, there would be no place left. Maybe she was the one who needed to relocate, but her family and her friends were here.
She heard his voice, but it took her a minute to realize he was talking to her and not the flirty waitress. She turned toward him and looked into his green eyes. His short brown hair was hidden underneath a black baseball cap that read “police” in gold letters. His khaki uniform could not hide his huge, muscled arms or trim waist. She knew his thighs were just as thick and strong, too. She remembered every detail about him.
“Morning, Deputy Smith.” She hated how her stomach flip-flopped with excitement and her breasts felt heavy and sensitive. Although she had never had sex with him last summer, she still remembered how his big hands felt cupping her breasts underneath her shirt. She looked away as she felt her cheeks heat up. She looked down at her food, feeling awkward and not knowing what to say. Thank you for breaking my heart and making me miserable?
“Just going in to work?” he asked. She nodded yes without looking at him. She pushed her food around on the plate with her fork, not wanting to strike up a polite conversation with him. Maybe if she ignored him, he would leave her alone. Damn it, why hadn’t she chosen a booth to sit in? Would it be rude to carry her plate and drink over to an empty booth?
Dottie refilled her cup with fresh coffee and moved on to Matt and his brother. She heard Dottie making polite conversation with both of them, but only Matt answered. Tony was always serious and quiet.
Holly couldn’t eat another bite. She pushed her plate away, took some money out of her wallet and placed it next to her plate.
“Thanks, Dottie.” Holly waved to the waitress.
“See you tomorrow, honey.” Dottie waved from the table she was cleaning.
If Matt Smith will be here, I won’t.
“I want to taste every inch of you,” he whispered. “I have dreamt about it for so long.”
“Me too,” she moaned. He pushed her top down her waist and hips, taking her panties with it. She was nude in front of him, and the intensity in his gaze was exciting. She’d kept in good shape and now she was glad she did. His eyes told her he liked what he saw as they roamed from her breast to her stomach to her bare pussy.
“You are a sexy goddess.” He swore, his green eyes shining with desire.
“Hardly.” She smiled. “But it’s nice to hear anyway.”
She unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. She caressed his bare, smooth chest with her hands and kissed his chin and neck. She reached down and felt his hard cock through his pants and, licking her lips, unsnapped and unzipped his pants. He stood still and let her. She pulled his cock out and looked down. He was long and thick. She ran her hand along it and caressed his length with her hand, then cupped his balls and squeezed. He was harder than steel, and she needed him.
“I have to say, Matthew Smith, you are one sexy hunk of male.”
“Don’t tease me, doll.” He smiled as her hands softly caressed his hard shaft. She squeezed him and heard him suck in his breath.
“You are so hard, Matt.” She laughed when he growled and pushed her on the bed. She scooted back and let her thighs fall open for him to see her bare mound.
His hand spread her thighs open wider and he pressed a finger into her folds. She knew she was wet and needy already. It didn’t take much when she was around Matt, which was why she had avoided him at all costs. She loved what he was doing, pressing two fingers in and out of her. He grinned at her. “Another pink spot I need to lick.”
She felt her cheeks warm up at his outrageous words, and she watched him get up and kneel before her.
“So hot and juicy,” he commented. She bit her lip and nodded. There was no point in lying. He could feel what he was doing to her body. His palm was at her belly to hold her still.
“I need a small taste of you, doll,” he whispered.
His hands parted her folds. A loud moan escaped from her lips and she closed her eyes. The cool air did nothing to put out the flames Matt was igniting. His fingers were going in deep, making her moisture increase. When he touched her clit, she couldn’t hold the sounds of her pleasure in. “Oh, Matt. It feels so good. I have wondered how your touch felt for so long. What if I become addicted?”
“I want you to,” he answered simply. “I want to be the only one that satisfies you.”
Within minutes, his tongue replaced his fingers and she relaxed against the bed and closed her eyes. It was torture, but in a good way. He was gripping her thighs and holding them open, his tongue exploring every square inch, swiping across her swollen clit.
“It’s too much,” she moaned, thrashing her head back and forth and grabbing the comforter with her fists. Her body already felt like it was on fire.
“Never too much,” he said, looking into her eyes. His eyes were a bright green. He moved up to hover over her body, and she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance. Why was he stopping, she wondered?
“Are you on the pill, or do we need condoms?”
“I am on the pill. It has been a long time for me,” she breathed out. “Please stop torturing me. I need to feel you inside of me now.”
He leaned down to kiss her lips. “You are bossy. I like to give the orders, babe,” he informed her. “Just this time, I’ll let you get away with it.”
“Can’t we take turns?” she teased, caressing his shoulders with her hands. He shook his head no. He aligned his cock at her entrance and entered her slowly, inch by inch. She did her best not to tense up and she felt his big, hard cock slide in. Thank goodness she was so wet. Matt was thick and she felt him rubbing along her vaginal walls.
“You are so sweet,” he whispered against her neck. He nibbled on her skin. “I knew it was going to be like heaven. I was right.”
He pulled back, but she wanted him deeper. She needed to erase that ache deep in her womb, the hunger that consumed her body. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer inside of her. He groaned. He grabbed her ass cheeks, working his way in deeper and deeper. She did her best not to tense up and she felt his big cock sliding in deeper.
He eased in and out of her in a slow rhythm that made her want to slap his back and demand he go faster. “Oh, yes, Matt. It feels so good. Go faster.”