Sheriff Abel Ramirez pushed people out of the way. When he got a call that police assistance was needed at Kramer’s, he was expecting another fight. It happened often, unfortunately especially on Saturday nights when everyone was trying to let off some steam. They were never serious, annoying, but easily resolved with both parties cooling off in his jail cell. It wasn’t until he arrived at the scene that one of his officers, Sam, told him it was an attempted robbery. Abel had been shocked to say the least. Brook Hollow was a small enough town that they did a good job of keeping crime to a minimum. What the hell was going on around here? Just a few months ago during the summer months they had a peeping tom that caused panic among the female residents. Now a purse snatcher, too? Well damn.
“Pardon me.” He impatiently moved the crowd to the side and spotted a young woman sitting on a curb under the light of the electric pole. He was glad the city council had forced Kramer’s Bar to add light to the parking lot. She had her head down. Her shoulder length blonde curls looked tangled and messy. She was wearing a dark blue dress that was above her knees. He winced when he saw the blood dripping from her cuts and scrapes. It looked raw and painful.
“Did you call an ambulance?” he asked Sam without taking his eyes away from the woman.
The woman looked up. Her bright blue eyes focused on him and he felt something strange. A tingle in his stomach that went straight to his heart and made it speed up beating much too fast. He thought he knew all the residents of his town, but he did not recognize her.
“I don’t need one, sir. It’s just scraped from where I fell.” Her voice was soft and shaky. Her nose was red and her eyes puffy, but for some reason Abel was unable to take his eyes off of her. He was sure he just felt protective over her because she was hurt. Soon the feeling would fade, he assured himself. Woman were soft, fragile creatures that did not deserve to be attacked and hurt.
He sat next to her on the curb after telling Sam and his partner Ron to push the crowd back some.
“What’s your name, miss?”
“Mia Wilson.” She hiccupped, her voice was soft and feminine with a slight tremor in it. It made him want to wrap his arms around her and promise her he’d find the bastard who dared to make her cry. What was wrong with him? He was here as a sheriff, so he forced his mind to stay on the task at hand.
“I’m Sheriff Abel Ramirez. Want to tell me what happened here tonight?” he asked her, trying to keep his voice even so he wouldn’t scare her. She looked pale and frightened already. Her blue eyes were dark with pain. She explained how someone had come from behind her, putting a hand over her mouth. He almost smiled when she admitted to taking a bite out of that hand. The man claimed to want her purse but had run off quickly. She had not been able to see him, only hear his voice. Not much to go on.
“Reva saved me,” she added at the end and started crying some more.
Abel felt bad he made her rehash her misery. He awkwardly patted her on the back and looked at her friend Reva. She was tall, slim and blonde. She added her side of the story to Mia’s. Mario, one of the bouncers Abel knew well, told him he ran after the man but he disappeared in the woods and it was too dark to go in there alone. Mario had retired from the army and was a mean son of a bitch. Abel knew the man would have caught him if possible. Abel felt his own anger rise.
“He was wearing a long black overcoat and had short dark hair.” Mario described the man as best as he could. “Never saw his face though.”
People were finally starting to go back inside or leave for home. Abel knew by morning the story would grow out of proportion. Mia shivered and Abel knew it was fear since the night air was warm and humid. He had the illogical thought to wrap his arms around her and hold her. He shook the feeling off, forcing himself to focus on the job at hand. His libido had been dead for over two years now. What a time for it to wake up. He handed her one of his business cards, resisting the urge to put his personal cellphone number on the back. What was wrong with him? Maybe he was just tired from pulling a few doubles in the last week.
Mia took the card from him. He didn’t recognize her so she must be new. They had plenty of new residents coming in during the last year as people wanted out of the bigger cities. She was not someone you could forget seeing. Her eyes were a bright blue and her face reminded him of the porcelain, fancy dolls his little sister used to play with. She had a wild halo of blonde curls surrounding her face. Her lips were full and covered in a pink shiny gloss.
“Call me if you remember something tomorrow.” He stood up, helping her up off the curb. Her hand was small and warm and he felt a tingle shoot up his arm. He let go immediately and frowned.
He looked at Ron resisting his urge to take her home himself. “You drive Mia home, and I will follow you and pick you up. Is that ok, Mia?”
She stood so close to him he could see her lashes were dark. She smelled like a spring rain. The top of her blonde head barely reached his shoulders and she was on the thin side. Her dress showed off a generous bust line that he could not help but notice. “Yes, thank you, Sheriff.”
Abel watched Ron help Mia to her car and put her in the passenger side carefully. Abel could see Ron speaking to her softly. Abel almost regretted sending Ron to drive her, but she was dangerous to his peace of mind. He knew that instinctively.
“Need to ask me any more questions, Sheriff?” Her friend Reva smiled at him, her interest in him showing clearly in her eyes. She was beautiful, but Abel felt nothing but concern for the situation. “No, ma’am. I will call you if we need something else.”
She eyed him with disappointment and shrugged, walking away. Abel got in his car, ready to follow Ron and Mia home. Why did he get the feeling his life was going to change? He wasn’t very happy about it either. He had gotten used to the dull but easy going way his life had run since he made the decision to keep drama out of his life.
She tore a package open and unrolled the condom. His cock twitched at the thought of her hands touching him intimately. It had been too long for him, what if he came before they even started? How embarrassing would that be? He took the condom out of her hand. “I’d better do it, sweetheart. I want this party to last for more than sixty seconds.”
Mia blew him a kiss and sat back completely nude and tempting, just watching him. Her eyes on him made him a little nervous, but eager, too. He rolled it over his sensitive penis and sighed with relief. Now he could get back to the good stuff. He hovered over her and kissed her neck, biting the skin lightly. Her hands rubbed his back as she arched her neck, allowing him better access. His lips trailed from her neck down to her breasts. He swiped the tip with his tongue and blew on it. He saw her shiver and heard her moan softly. Mia was a sexy package for sure and he wanted to explore every inch of her. He was going to enjoy this night and not think past it.
He suckled her nipple hard and then the other until she was moving around the blankets in ecstasy. He let his teeth scrape the tip of her breast, feasting on her.
He lips wondered down her flat stomach and to the apex between her thighs. Her curls were blonde on her pussy. Mia immediately opened her thighs, allowing him to view her most intimate spot. Her pussy was already glistening with moisture. He licked his lips. “I have dreamt of this, Mia.”
“Me, too,” she replied, gripping his hair as he went down on her. He knew he needed a haircut, but he always put it off until he couldn’t. Now he was glad he waited. He liked the feel of her hands in his hair. His tongue explored her pussy with eagerness. She tasted sweet and so good. His tongue swiped over her swollen clit and she arched up, whispering, “So good, Abel. I can’t take much more torture.”
“Torture?” he teased, feeling comfortable with her. None of the first-time awkwardness was appearing tonight. The room was filled with sexual tension only. “And here I thought I was giving you pleasure.”
“You know what I mean.” She laughed. “Your tongue is a dangerous weapon.”
He smiled and continued to explore until she was screaming his name out with her climax. He felt good giving her this pleasure. He scooted back up until they were face to face. Her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink color and her eyes unfocused. He gripped her hair in his fists and kissed her hard. “You are the dangerous one, Mia. Sexy and sweet all rolled into one petite package.”
Abel let his hard cock sink into her wet pussy. She fit him snugly and it felt great. He pushed until he was all the way in. He groaned at how amazing it felt to finally be inside Mia. His fantasies of her didn’t compare to the reality. The walls of her pussy gripped him like a glove, and he pumped in and out of her, holding her waist tight so she was still underneath him. He felt her arch her body up as if trying to get closer to him. Her nails were digging into the skin on his back, but it only added to the intensity of this moment. She whispered his name so softly, it sounded like a dreamy sigh.
“Mia.” He whispered her name, burying his face in her neck as he pumped his hard cock in and out of her pussy. The only sounds in the room were of their shared moans and heavy labored breathing. He lifted up and hooked her leg around his arm for deeper access. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted, giving her the look of a seductress. He rotated his hips, moving faster and faster. His cock was like steel, desperate for relief. He felt like he was deep in her, yet he wanted deeper.
“Oh yes.” She sounded like she was in pain, but Abel knew she was close to finding her climax. He increased his pace, making the bed creak. He could feel sweat gather on his forehead. His body was tense too, and he felt the fire spreading all over him from head to toe. His muscles felt tight.
“Your pussy is so tight, Mia.” He closed his eyes just as Mia screamed out his name with her orgasm. It didn’t take long for him to follow her. His cock jerked and exploded into the condom. He felt mournful for a second that there would be no fruit from their union, but he quickly pushed that thought away. This was about sex only, he reminded himself. Nothing else. Just a physical relief. Keep it simple, Abel, he repeated silently in his head.
She let out a small sound of contentment that touched his heart despite his recent reminder to himself. He scooted off of her and headed for the bathroom to get rid of the condom. He was glad he brought a few. He planned to enjoy the sex with Mia. Maybe he was feeling emotional because it had been so long since he had been with a woman. Once he felt like his emotions were contained, he headed back to Mia. He would use her body to satisfy himself, and then his obsession would die. He hoped.