His mouth moved from hers to her ear where he whispered, “Maybe we should come back tonight, after closing and christen the funhouse.” Then he nipped at the soft flesh behind her ear.
The thought of them, all those mirrors, her words were breathy when she replied, “This is a good idea.”
His hand glided over her hip when he told her, “Anything involving you and me is a good idea.” Then he pressed his lips to hers before grabbing her hand and pulling her from the funhouse, as she marveled that he knew his way out of it. He yanked her close, his dark gaze was making her teeter on that edge again, but the moment was shattered when they heard the shout.
“Six times, you old fart. Six fucking times.”
Their heads jerked around to see a soaking wet Hya with her cane lifted over her head, and a felled Sal on the ground rubbing the lump forming on his forehead. Six times, Sal must have dunked her six times. Arissa tried to hide the grin but with Hya doing the dunking station, and the line of people that formed waiting to dunk her, Arissa was pretty sure the town would make their tourist money for the entire summer with that event alone. Hell, they might make it just with Sal’s contributions.
“We need a medic over here!” Hya shouted, though with less enthusiasm.
Hank stomped over to the fiasco, dragging Arissa behind him, and when he got close enough, he ripped the cane out of Hya’s hand. She turned and shot eyes at him and then the words. “What the fuck!”
Hank leaned in. “Woman, shut up, there are fucking kids around.” Hank looked up and smiled to a few spectators then back to Hya. “For fucks sake, can we show them Summerville is a fucking classy town.” His eyes drifted down to Sal. “You okay?”
“I’m a little hot, Sheriff.” A woman watching the drama purred, eyeing the sexy sheriff then seductively biting her nail when his gaze drifted to her.
Elmer nodded his head. “She is hot.”
Hya grunted, then smacked Elmer upside the head.
“Can I borrow that cane, Hank?” Arissa muttered.
Hank looked behind him and caught his girl eyeing the woman who had made the suggestive comment. Hank drew in a deep breath and started giving orders. “Hya, back to your station.” Then he pointed to Elmer. “You, go back to manning the popcorn machine.” He looked down to Mike talking to a concussed Sal and asked, “He good?”
“I’m sure he will be, but I’ll bring him over to Doc’s, get him an x-ray.” Mike was helping Sal up.
Hank turned around to Arissa and saw her still eyeing the woman whose eyes were glued to him. “You, go take a walk to the station, cool off. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Arissa’s eyes drifted to Hank, her mouth went from a thin line to a smile. “I can do that,” she said, turning toward the station. It was then that the squawking was heard right before Hilda appeared, running through the fairgrounds pecking at tourists. Arissa glanced back at Hank, whose head was down, shaking from side to side. “Maybe not quite a minute.”
* * *
Hank walked into the quiet station and right to his office. Arissa was sitting behind his desk, magazine in hand, feet on his desk. “Welcome, Sheriff.”
Hank started unbuttoning his shirt when he kicked the office door closed with his booted foot. “Got two seconds to get those shorts off, Babe.” Once his shirt was unbuttoned, he pulled the sides apart and started for his belt.
Arissa never took her eyes off him because there was nothing better than watching Hank undress. She stood, dropped the magazine on the floor because it was going to end up there anyway, reached for the button on her shorts and shimmied out of them. “Did you charm Hilda back into her pen?” she asked with a grin.
Hank was pulling his pants and boxers down at the same time. “Of course,” he said as he started stroking his cock. “Bend over the desk, Sweetheart.”
Those tingles raced through her body, her heart was tripping behind her ribs but she didn’t hesitate to do as he asked, bending over the desk then waited in anticipation.
Hank centered his cock at her entrance, still stroking himself. He ran a hand up her back and into her hair, lacing his fingers with the strands, he jerked her head back causing a moan to rip from her throat.
“What’s the matter, don’t like women looking at me?” Hank asked as he sunk his hard cock into her. “Fuck,” he groaned as the wet heat encased him.
Another moan escaped as Arissa shifted her hips back, wanting more of him. “Oh god,” she groaned.
He gave another pull of her hair and seated himself in her, stopped moving and grated out, “Answer me?”
Arissa whimpered, her eyes turning back to him. “No,” she answered breathlessly.
“No?” He questioned and started thrusting his hips.
“No,” Arissa squealed when Hank drove in deep.
He kept up his assault as he pounded into her. Thrust after thrust. “I’m yours right?” Hank said in a groan as Arissa’s pussy gripped his cock.
Her answer was no more than a breathy exhale. “Yes.” As her mind and body were focused on her pending orgasm.
Hank let out a guttural groan when Arissa reached orgasm, her walls closing tightly around him…milking him. “Remember that.” A few short moments later, Hank joined Arissa with his own release.
* * *
“Can’t wrangle the pussy like you, Sheriff!” Elmer shouted when he walked into Hank’s crowded kitchen. “Vern needs to keep those pussies on lockdown.” He stopped by the island, grabbed a chip from one of the
