Small Town Sheriff (Sins of the South Book 5) by Marion Meadows

Author:Marion Meadows [Meadows, Marion]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-07-17T22:00:00+00:00

Bam laid back on the orange corduroy couch that smelled like rosewater, the scent that had haunted him ever since he first caught it lingering around Taji Woods. Outside the wind howled without any sign of stopping. On Taji’s radio he listened to the local storm coverage, which consisted of two old curmudgeons up past their bedtime swapping stories. The lightning storm had circled back. Sometimes a clap of thunder drowned out the radio, but it had been some time since the old men had gone on without interruption.

“Remember when Jerry Lewison dove in the New River after that calf?”

“Poor Jerry.”

“Boy was never the same after that.”

“Remember his sister?.”

“Yes. His sister. Eileen.”

“No, her name was Sarah.”

“Are you sure? Well, Sarah then, sure I remember her.”

“She had a great pair of…can I say that? Oh well, nevermind. Sarah. Nice gal.”

Branches scraped the window. Taji could do with somebody to cut a few trees down around the cabin. Bam’s earlier brush with death made him disposed to certain morbid fantasies about an aspen crashing over Taji’s bedroom. Was she asleep?

“What d’you reckon?” he asked the orange cat, who was sitting on his chest.

“Mrow,” said Scrub.

Bam scratched behind its ears. “You see her more than me, ungrateful bastard, and you’re still running off.” Jesus, Taji needed to cut back on the McFancyFeast or whatever she was feeding that creature. He scratched its whiskers… until the treacherous beast sank its claws into Bam’s chest.

He hissed and unseated the cat, who fled with a growl to some secret corner of the house.

“Bastard,” he muttered, rubbing his chest. Bam looked down at the couch, and he knew a sudden flare of outrage at the whole situation, though out loud he laughed.

He was in Taji’s house.

Alone.

He glanced down at his bare hand that just a week ago had held his wedding ring. The decision made itself.

He went to Taji’s bedroom.

“Taj?”

She was asleep. He remembered this room. Comfortable, cozy, feminine.

“Babygirl?”

He hovered at the edge of the bed. Then, throwing it all to the wind, he got up there on his hands and knees. He laid down beside her. The bed smelled like Taji. Her soft breathing caught at his ear.

“Taji…” He touched her with just his fingertips. At first. Then his whole hand skimmed up her smooth thigh. It felt so good to touch her. He found the outline of her tiny panties. The hem of her tank top…

Taji had large natural breasts. He flipped up the tank top. Oh. Oh Christ. Hearing his own breath loud and true in his ears, he leaned down and touched his lips to her bare brown nipple.

Her breast was full and soft. He laved over the delicious point with the flat of his tongue, then sucked hard.

She mumbled, waking, “Bam?”

Instinctively he mounted her, covering her mouth with his hand. She cried out in shock. Her eyes flew open. He took his hand away.

“Don’t be scared,”

“What are you doing?”

“It’s just me. I could never hurt you. I need you, Taji. Right now. I’m not gonna wait.

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