Big Daddy Sheriff (Big Cedar Daddies #1)

Chapter 20

CHAPTER TWENTY

That night, Grace finally returned Alyssa’s calls.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry I didn’t get your calls. I didn’t even see your texts. They all came in at once when we got back into civilization.” Grace laughed. “Well, if you can call Big Cedar civilization. We do have cell reception, at least.”

“And good internet,” Alyssa pointed out.

“Truth! Where are you right now?”

Alyssa took a few minutes to fill her friend in on the recent events. And her new relationship with Quinn.

“What? You’ve only been in town a couple of days and you already have a Daddy?”

“Sure do!” Alyssa cried, beaming with pride. “And what a Daddy he is!”

Standing across the kitchen island from Alyssa, Quinn looked at her, smiled, and winked before going back to checking messages on his phone.

“Sorry to just show up out of the blue,” Alyssa said to Grace. “But when the detective called, I realized it was urgent. I just had to get out of town fast and you were the first person I thought of.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Grace answered. “You’re welcome anytime. Do you want to come see me tonight?”

“Nah. You’ve got to be tired from all that hiking. And I think me and Daddy have other plans,” Alyssa said.

Both women giggled.

“Enjoy. And come see me tomorrow.”

They said goodbye and ended the call.

Alyssa had every intention of taking her friend’s advice. She suspected she was going to enjoy the night just fine.

Alyssa had known what was coming.

The tension between her and Quinn had been strong since the moment they’d met. Today, though—and the hours leading up to this moment—it had been outright palpable.

The electricity had started with little glances toward one another. Their gazes would meet, lingering a bit longer than necessary, their eyes suggesting exactly what they had in mind but neither actually voicing it.

Still, they both knew. And it had made everything they had to do that day—just the little chores of daily living—tedious and mundane. She’d almost resented everything that kept her from him.

And then it started, in the kitchen. Thankfully. Finally.

Alyssa wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or if the heat she’d felt radiating off Quinn was real. But it almost reminded her of what she’d seen, walking along that two-lane highway when she’d arrived in Big Cedar: a heat mirage, vapors rising heavenward, causing the atmosphere to burn intensely.

The moment he placed his hand on the back of her neck and massaged it, sending a jolting electric current through her, she had her answer.

It was indeed real.

That was all it took; the spark that ignited the flame that would blossom into a raging inferno.

Now, they’d left the kitchen and moved to the bedroom, though it had been a long, slow trek, neither able to tear their hungry lips away from the other to actually focus on making it to their destination. But they’d managed, after considerable effort.

Alyssa was lying flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling, but not seeing it or anything else.

Her mind was a blur of ecstasy and passion.

Quinn’s head was between her legs and he was feasting on her womanhood as if he were starving. She arched her back and released an ear-splitting moan.

Quinn’s tongue was so warm as it lapped at her in wide swaths. Her juices trickled onto it, and he was eager to collect them, swallowing all she gave him, seeming as if he wanted more.

Her body met the challenge.

She gushed as a powerful climax swept over her. The sounds of him sloshing in her wetness—and the splash of her essence on his face—mixed with her euphoric cries. Her legs quivered. She raked a hand up her face and through her hair while her other one tweaked her right nipple.

Quinn gave her a few moments to recover, kissing a trail up her pubic mound, stomach and chest, and eventually to her lips. It felt good to have him on top of her.

It felt good as his rock-hard member jabbed her pussy lips, too.

She’d nearly gasped when first laying eyes upon Quinn’s cock. It was longer than it was thick, but still had plenty of girth to it.

Mmm. And those veins. Just imagining them sliding in and out, against her most sensitive areas, made an excited chill to trace her spine.

“Are you ready, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said breathlessly, panting the words more than saying them.

Warm kisses caressed her neck. She closed her eyes and moaned, loving the way his hard stubble tickled her cheek as it brushed against it.

She also loved the way his taut muscles felt while pressed atop her. His chest and abs were so taut and rigid. She had the brief notion that her body was nowhere near what Daddy deserved, but quickly dismissed it. It was obvious that Quinn adored her. Why? she didn’t know. But that was a question for another time. Right now, it was all she could do to stay conscious as the head of Quinn’s cock penetrated her.

She grabbed his shoulders, feeling his bulging muscles press back against her fingertips, and groaned as he slid deeper inside.

He was trying to go slow, a fact she was thankful for. She whimpered as he continued the descent. He gave her a few more moments to adjust then slid deeper.

He was only halfway in now and already was probing depths she’d never experienced.

“Good girl,” he whispered. The words were followed up by a string of kisses. “You’re Daddy’s good girl.”

It was as if Quinn was perfectly in tune with her, knowing her needs and wants. He let just the right amount of time pass before he drove all the way in. When he knew she could handle it, he began slowly rocking his hips, kissing her as he gave her—and took for himself—what they needed.

“Oh, Daddy!” she cried. “Please. Go faster.”

He did, but was still careful not to give her too much, too fast.

“Daddy!” she cried again.

He smiled, realizing exactly what his little girl needed.

He obliged.

Soon, he was sawing into her, grunting and groaning as his neck muscles bulged. His veiny shaft stabbed deep at her insides, bumping her cervix, and causing the world to spin around her.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

A ball of energy pulsated in her core. It felt as if that ball might ignite, causing her insides to explode. She didn’t know how much more she could take.

But Daddy did.

He rode her hard for another minute. That pushed her over the edge. She came with a loud scream that rattled the bedroom window.

He released his seed just as her second climax began.

They came together, their cries melding into each other as their bodies did. At that moment, the trouble back in Little Rock might as well have been a million miles away.

Alyssa was safe in Daddy’s arms.

That was all that mattered.