Ridin' Solo (Sisters From Hell Book 1) by Marika Ray (the best books to read txt) 📕

out of her clothes, and of course, he was kind enough to help her, kneeling in the dirt, his face right by her shaved landing strip. One thing led to another and his face soon smashed between her thighs, his tongue darting out and joining the fun. It was a wonder his sunglasses stayed on his face with all the friction.

My breathing picked up, right along with hers there in the computer screen. I brought the rabbit down between my naked breasts, over my stomach, and between my legs. The steady vibration made me jump and squirm on my leather couch. Circling around, I found a rhythm that made my heart rate pick up but let me focus on the scene in front of me.

“Yes, girl, yes!” I cheered on the woman ripping off the forest ranger’s clothes. He was delicious, just like I suspected, a dark line running from his chiseled abs to a cock that made my purple friend look like a miniaturized play toy. The woman dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth like she couldn’t wait to get a taste. I groaned with jealousy and found my rabbit now slippery from my own desire. The forest ranger pulled back, his cock sliding out of her mouth with a loud pop. He picked her up under her arms and spun her around. Next thing I knew, he had her bent over a picnic table, her ass in the air and a devious smile on his handsome face.

He notched his cock at her entrance, and I placed my toy to match. In one forceful thrust, he dove all the way in and so did I, the dildo disappearing entirely inside of me, the ears settling on either side of my clit. I threw my head back and groaned, my voice mixing with hers. If it weren’t for the soft leather surrounding me, I’d swear I was the woman in the porn film, getting serviced by the sexy forest ranger.

He slid almost all the way out and smacked her ass while I mimicked him with my rabbit. Minus the spanking, of course. I couldn’t really reach while seated, and I had to draw the line somewhere. Then he slid back home roughly, his forcefulness making her entire body ripple on impact. He picked up speed and so did I, my head tossing back and forth on the couch cushion. My hips lifted with each thrust of the rabbit, wishing I could feel his heat and weight on me. The woman’s cries of ecstasy picked up volume, and I joined her, hurtling toward an orgasm I badly needed.

His loud and long grunt, the first noise he’d made since asking if she was okay, became the catalyst for the wave that rushed through me like a tornado, reaching out through the top of my head and exploding in a sea of stars across my vision. My entire body shook like a leaf in the wind. I screwed my eyes shut and rode it out, somewhere in the back of my brain realizing I’ve never orgasmed so hard with either of my two exes.

Another loud grunt, this time more shocked than overcome with lust, entered my awareness and my eyes flew open. I lifted my head from the couch, the hairs on the back of my neck standing at attention. Something wasn’t right. Something was intruding on the first orgasm that made me lose my mind.

Time slowed down. The woman’s cries of pleasure faded away, and the sheen of sweat on my skin froze over as my gaze landed on a man, gun in hand, standing in the doorway of my house watching me.

I slammed my legs closed around Barney, my laptop skidding off the end of the coffee table in the kerfuffle. I must have hit a button when I clenched around the toy in the first stages of fight or flight, because now it was vibrating on high, then stopping entirely, then starting again, making me jolt each time. The pulsing on my sensitive flesh, and the burning desire on the face of my voyeur blended together in what felt distinctly like mortification with a side dose of fear. The kind you can never recover from.

Especially when my brain comprehended it was Wyatt Smith there at the door, trying to avert his eyes and adjust the hard-on that was impossible to hide behind his duty belt. My new partner just had a front-row seat to the best orgasm of my life.

“F-fuck,” I stuttered, still trying to stop Barney from sending shock waves through my entire body. I dove behind the solid wood coffee table and wrenched the fucker out of me, blessedly releasing me from orgasm aftershocks that were so not wanted at the moment, such as it were.

Wyatt cleared his throat. Again.

“Captain?” he asked, his voice scraping across an entire field of questions he probably wanted to ask, but couldn’t quite give voice to.

The same field where all my work aspirations had just gone to die a slow, agonizing death from humiliation.

I popped my head up over the coffee table to see his jaw still hanging open and his gaze darting all over my living room like he didn’t know where it was safe to land. At least now his gun pointed at the ground instead of between my eyeballs.

“Turn around, asshole!” I said through gritted teeth.

Wyatt looked over at me, his dark blue eyes looking black as the night sky behind him. His gaze flickered down to my arms covering my chest and then to my laptop on the floor where breathy moans were still coming out of the speaker at a volume one just couldn’t ignore.

“Turn around!” I shrieked, more panicked than I’d ever been.

Normally, I was great under pressure. I could read a situation in a split second and make prudent decisions even as everything was going to hell. It made me a good deputy. But absolutely none of the job training had