Tied-up Deputy: Book 2 (Deputy Series) Page 2

  “No. Just busy,” I tell her in a polite tone.

  “That’s what your Dad told me. I’ll have your food out in a minute,” she tells me as she turns and walks away.

  The two-deputy’s next to me glance at me and smile at me. I smile back. It’s hard to look at them much less give them a smile. But they seem to be just polite. I relax. And I look back out the window. As the man in uniform I had been watching glances up through the window, staring straight at me. Our eyes catch. Even through the space between my booth and the outside of the window, I know those robin-blue eyes anywhere.

  Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I mutter underneath my breath.

  Deputy Gabriel Faircloth is standing outside the window!

  His gaze burns through me even from outside. His look says, what are you doing sitting there? Mine, says come ask me. I pull my eyes away as the waitress brings me my plate of food. I take a sip of my tea, set the glass down and try to pour me a full glass of tea without spilling any. I glance back outside the window, and see the group of men walking towards the front door. My stomach starts to hurt and I haven’t even begun to eat yet.

  All the stuff I had imagined saying just isn’t fitting in with this moment. I hadn’t thought the first meeting with Gabriel would be this crowded with other people. I guess I didn’t think everything through. Too many emotions involved to rationalize appropriately. I get my tea poured and set the pitcher back in the middle of my table. Just as the front door opens, and in walk the six deputy Sheriffs. All men. All handsome. All tall. But that one, he stands out from the group in the back as the four men in front walk straight towards my booth. They take the booth in front of me. What the freak, I screak inside my head.

  The two deputies that are left behind began to walk towards me slowly, and they slide in next to the two men sitting to my right. Which means the four Deputies must know each other. I look over at the group and Deputy Gabriel is sitting at the end as he looks straight at me. I hear the one deputy asking Gabriel how has he been. The reply is good, good. I wince at that. As I pick up my fork and move my eggs off my grits.

  I reach for the butter, grits need lots and lots of butter. Tearing open two packs I stir them into the grits on the side my plate. I lay my fork down and reach for a drink of tea. My eyes glare over at the table next to me. Yes, this time I glared. He was looking first so we glared at each other. Why is he glaring at me? He’s the one that fucked me, I keep fretting over and over. It’s like he knows what exactly I am thinking. Just like before. He can read my expressions. My inner, deepest thoughts. I take a huge swallow of tea wishing it was a glass of wine and I lay my glass down in front of my plate.

  I’m suddenly hungry. So, I put some grits on my fork. As I stick the fork into my mouth, I hear all four deputies in front of me ordering their food. The waitress must ask them questions, they are new. On the other hand, Gabriel’s table is ready to order. Which means they are regulars and if that is the case why haven’t I seen him here before I wonder.

  I eat my food slowly. Usually I rush through breakfast and am out in about a half hour but today why rush. The waitress gets the four next to me and I hear her tell them it will be awhile since they are full this morning. They reply no hurry. Which means they will be here while I eat. And I ponder for just a second about walking out but it’s the barest of seconds as I hear my name called.

  “Dawn?” I hear the voice that I hear in my dreams. Husky, deep and to the point. Which mean Gabriel just actually spoke to me and in front of his fellow coworkers and friends. Oh, shit!

  I look up and over to him. “Yes?” I answer. My voice soft and wobbled.

  “How are you?” Deputy Gabriel Faircloth asks me after four long, long months of agonizing suffering. His look says he wants to say something more but can’t. He’s being polite I reasoned.

  “I’m so-so,” I tell him. Which is not a lie, but it’s not the whole truth. After all, I can’t really state how I feel in front of all these people. Or, can I?

  “Good,” he answers. His voice is polite. His expression looks almost painful. Only I can see it. But as the other deputies look between me and him, I wonder if they can tell something is different with him.

  I continue eating my breakfast. I get a drink every so often. The men around me continue talking about different subjects. I barely listen. Then I see a blur of moment, a flash of green uniform shirt and gun-belt as Gabriel sits down in my booth in front of me. I can feel the hot stares of the other men. I can hear the questions they are wanting answers about. I want answers also but from the man in front of me. I want to know why he fucked me last August during a traffic stop?

  “You’ve lost weight,” he tells me softly. I can barely hear the soft-spoken words coming from his mouth. I stare at his mouth. Then look up into those robin-blue eyes of his, eyes that I know in my dreams.

  “Some,” I reply to him. It’s the truth. “How have you been?” I ask as normally as I can.

  “Alright. I took some leave and went on vacation,” he told me. His gaze told me it was because of what he did to me. What happened between us was the reason.

  “What did you do?” I asked. I had to ask the question. I could see the other men listening to us; they tried not to show their interest but they were very interested in what Gabriel was saying to me.

  “I took my boat to the lake for some bass fishing,” he replied. His voice calm, but deep.

  “Really? I enjoy bass fishing also,” I told him.

  “You do,” he questioned. His eyes searching for some truth. Answers.

  “I do,” I softly replied. Ah, fucking me has affected him. His hands are on the table in front of us, and his fingers are lightly tapping.

  The waitress chooses the exact moment to ask him if he’d like a fresh cup of coffee at my table. She gives me that look of ‘you know him, what’s up’ and goes to get a cup anyway. Everyone will be talking now. It’s bound to happen, I think, small town like ours everyone knows what everyone is up to. Whether it’s the truth or not.

  I begin to eat my eggs; my plate is growing cold. His coffee is brought to him, and he puts cream and sugar in his, stirring it around the cup with a spoon. I also like cream and sugar in mine. I stare at him now, and he glances up. He’s not surprised. Our eyes are saying what we can’t express here in a public place. And, after all, I remember quickly, he’s working. He’s in his uniform. He’s with his coworkers. Now sitting with me for everyone to stare at us and question why he’s talking to me. Why am I talking to him?

  “You are eating alone,” he states. But really, it’s a very loaded question.

  “Not now,” I reply. How does he know I usually have someone with me? Has he been watching me? Now I am starting to get startled. Which I do not need. I can’t sleep now. God, help me!

  The table in front of us gets the food they have been waiting on. His friends next to us gets three plates of food from the kitchen boy that helps sometimes when the place is busy. Like today. Then the waitress brings Gabriel his plate. He ordered the huge breakfast of three eggs over easy, hash-browns, bacon and a biscuit. He loves food I thought.

  I feel his foot, left one I think, touch my boot under the table. He’s rubbing the tip of my boot with his shoe. I glance at him, and he smiles at me. I know I have to ruin the mood, the moment between us, if a person could call it a moment. I came here with a purpose after all and I am not going to forget why I came here this morning. Although, with everyone now focused on eating their breakfast and just having small talk they aren’t so concerned what we are doing at our table.

  “Why?” I ask bluntly.

  “I don’t have an answer for you,” he tells me calmly. As he cuts up his eggs, pours ketchup onto his potatoes. I stare at him until he looks at me. He sets the bottle of ketchup back down and lays his fork down on the side of his plate. He takes a napkin and places it in his lap.

  “Bullshit!” I exclaim. My voice has risen a notch. He winces.

  The wince tells me he is
human under that uniform. Tells me oh so many details I have lain awake wondering over.

  “Dawn…” He begins softly.

  “Just answer the damn question!” I tell him. I can now feel the men around us looking at us two.

  “Not here,” he tells. His voice now firm and deep. Really, it’s an order. Memories of him ordering me out of my car flash through my mind.

  “When?” I ask.

  “After work,” he replies.

  I think about it for a second as he begins to eat his food. The others are almost done. I still have most of my own food to eat. So, I try to finish my plate. He’s working on his. He’s like the men in my family and he eats too fast. He’s almost done. I can tell he is ex-military. I sort of figured that from before, but I wasn’t sure until now.

  As I swallow my eggs and grits I reach for my tea. “What did you do in the military?” I ask him.

  He looks at me shocked. “Special forces.” A reply I am personally surprised to hear. He does fit the mold. They are a special breed of men. Hardened but loyal.

  The other deputies are getting up to leave, leaving tips, paying the bills, and the one that sat with Gabriel stands next to our table. “See you later Buddy,” he tells him. Gabriel replies, “I’ll talk to you later.” As the other guy walks out.

  He finishes his food, and I have eaten all I can. I drink my tea. My stomach is hurting from being so tense. I just want some kind of closure and right at this second I am not sure if he is ready to give it me.

  “Can I get your number,” he asks me directly. His blue eyes connect with mine.

  “Don’t you have it?” I taunt him. You should after fucking me, I think. I’m such a bitch at times.

  “I could get it but I haven’t,” he tells me and I know it is the truth.

  I rattle off my number fast, and he quickly types it into his cell phone. The waitress come for our finished plates, and I get her tip out of my purse. She lays the check on the table. I reach for it the same time he does and our fingers make contact. It’s like a cigarette stung my hand. I pull mine back.

  “I’ll pay,” he tells me. Reaching for his wallet.

  “I will pay my own bill,” I state.

  He gives me a scorching look. His black headset thing on his shoulder goes off with a static voice. He clicks it and answers too softly for me to make out the words. But I know that means he must go quickly.

  He takes the bill and walks to the counter to pay for it. I can’t believe he’s paying for my meal. I grab my purse and head towards the front door. I reach to push open the door and his hand clamps down on top of mine, as he pushes the door open and holds it for me. His gaze is heated. I know that gaze. My panties are now damp and wicked thoughts are now dancing through my mind.

  I walk to my car. I can hear his footsteps behind mine. I see a couple of his friends are still here in the parking lot, sitting in their patrol cars. I beep the car and unlock the doors, he’s inches away from my back. I reach for my car door and his hand covers my right hand. We both pull open my door at the same time. He lets me put my purse in the passenger seat and get in. He blocks me from shutting the door by standing there in the open space.

  I almost forgot how big and tall he was. No, I didn’t. He’s every inch the manly form I remember. After all, he’s in my nightmares, dreams, and fantasies during the night. I remember every detail of his body taking mine. I feel his lips sucking my nipples right now through my shirt. I look at him. He is looking down at me. I must ask. I have got to know. But my gaze lands on the front of his pants, at his zipper. I can see the outline of his nine-inch cock. Memories of him handcuffing me, chasing me, fucking me raw flash before my eyes. My panties are now moist from desire and that’s the honest truth.

  “Why did you fuck me?” I croak out, I don’t know how it slipped pass my lips but those five words are now in the air between us. I punctuated each word for the desired effect. Can he fill my pain?

  “I can’t answer that here, Dawn,” he replied softly. “I will text you after my shift.”

  He closes my car door and walks to his patrol car. I watch him walk away this time. He’s standing tall, all six-feet and two-inches of manly male flesh. He glances over his shoulder at my car, his eyes connecting with my blue ones, as he reaches his car door. I see the desire, the heat behind his gaze. He wants me. Again. I know I tell him the same thing…I want you to fuck me. His gaze is penetrating me like his massive cock did that first fuck in the woods. He’s wanting to brand me but I do not think he realizes he has already branded my soul and my body.

  He gets into the car and I can almost tell it is a struggle for him. I crank my car. I make sure my seatbelt is on. I can feel the look from his coworker next to my car. His look I can feel from behind the black tint on his window. He wants to know why we were talking. I put my car in Drive and I pull away. As I stop to look for oncoming traffic so I can pull out onto the highway, I look back into my mirror, and I see it’s Gabriel patrol car behind me.

  I try to memorize everything I can about his car so I can know its him next time. But traffic is clear and I pull out. I head toward home. I look back in my mirror and he’s behind me. I stop for a red light and I see he goes pass me. My heart clinches. I wonder if he’ll really contact me later. Or will it be last time I see him? After all these months, I want to know what was going on inside his head.

  Light turns green and I start the drive home. I still haven’t forgotten my list. It’s still tucked away in my mind. I am going to finish it. First item is checked off. I found my Deputy. Now to make him feel the effects of what he started. He did start this situation between the two of us. He was the one that took what he wanted. He did want me. And, he did make me want him. I can’t let this stay hidden. I have to burn this need, this wanting away. I’m still not hundred percent sure this is the right way to get under his skin, but I’m going to try.

  After all, we all know what happens when you play with fire. My Daddy tells me all the time. I tell my kids that all the time. You get burned. And, me and Deputy Gabriel are about to get burned together. Yes, you heard me, together.

  I see something behind his eyes, and I want to know if it matches his heart. Chances are it was just a fuck. Just a fuck. He’s a very handsome man. With a huge nine-inch cock. But cock aside, he’s a man I want to explore, savor and tie up.

  Did that come out of my mouth? Yes, it did. Whew!

  Oh, well…now you know.

  My list is planned for securing my deputy. My panties are still wet from just thinking about him. Think he can handle me? Can his big cock handle my tight pussy again?

  Chapter 3

  A movie has been playing on the television for a long while now, I can’t even name it, it is just noise in the living room. I lay on the couch, in my regular night-ware an old pair of cotton shorts and a white tank. No panties. No bra. My cell phone lays beside me at my hip. No text yet from the man that has haunted my dreams for the last few months. If ever I wanted a text, it is tonight. It’s been a very emotional day for me.

  After I got home from breakfast I just collapsed on my bed. I barely was able to get my boots off, clothes stayed on, and I just fell into a deep sleep. I awoke some hours later, curled into a ball on my right side, clutching a pillow under my right arm. I felt sluggish so I undressed and took a very long hot bath. I dressed in a pair of my favorite old house wear and just laid on the couch. Listening to the noise of the television and saying to myself, I found him…I found him!

  However, now that the long Sunday afternoon is winding down I am anxious for that text he promised me. Will he text me as he promised? It’s so difficult for me to just wait. I want to hear what he should say to me. The waiting is getting nail biting for me. I think too much, over analyze almost everything when I should just chill. This whole situation between Gabriel and myself is just one mixed-up circumstance from hell.

  I can’t just lay here on the couch anymore and not do something. So, I pick up my cell and swipe
it open with my index finger then click on my social media app. I scroll through some posts seeing what my friends are up to. Look at the kid’s pictures for today, and laugh at some of the things they say. I see some posts I do agree on and click like, I share a few and then I close the app.

  I hold my phone in my right hand, as I glance up and really listen to a part of the movie that is playing. It’s a love-scene and it makes me clinch my thighs with wanting. That unpleasant aching feeling of yearning to be held hits me hard. People often underestimate the need to just simply be held by someone else. Not really saying anything, but simply a warm soul soothing another soul. Saying I do not care what is wrong, what you did, what you said, why you are crying, why you are angry, I am simply here to hold you and nothing more. Let’s soothe each other for moment. Just a moment. And you know sometimes that is all another person needs. Too bad we can’t always have what we need or…want.

  The light on my phone comes on, quickly brightening up to show an incoming text message. It seems like my heart stops beating for a short second, but it beats so hard till that is not the case. I swipe it open. The excitement leaves me, it’s from my Mom telling me goodnight and she loves me. I reply I love her too and have a good night. Closing the message, I sit and stare at the living room wall as the shadows from the movie flash across the wall. I lay my phone in my lap.

  I close my eyes and the thought dashes through my head that he will not text me. I have gotten my hopes up for nothing. The nagging desire to just breathe him in again, to touch his heated skin, to kiss his lips, to suck on his tongue, clutch at his shoulders as he enters my body, sigh at our joining, those desires trample deeply through my body. And those desires are leading me straight into a hell of my own making now.

  My phone buzzes in my lap and I don’t check it. It’s probably my Mom again. I lay with my eyes closed and inhale a long breath. I’m suddenly weary when I know I shouldn’t because of the long nap I had earlier. Snapping my eyes open, I yank my phone up and open it quickly. I read the name of the text … Gabriel.