Women With Handcuffs

I wondered why I’d bothered changing out of my uniform before hitting the bar. Back in the city, the department had strict rules about drinking in uniform. Here, a circle of black uniforms sat crowded around the table in the far corner, cold beers sweating on the scarred wood.

He said guys, but there was another female among them: Officer Brown, the bicycle cop who patrolled up and down Main Street in little black bike shorts during shopping hours.

I gave her a nod, then glanced around the table. Lonny pulled out the chair beside him without rising. I sank into it gratefully and accepted the beer he slid my way.

I shrugged. Boring might sound rude, like a big city cop telling the rest of them their jobs were cakewalks. “It was okay, I guess.”

“Yeah, but…” Lonny wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed and apparently had to think a minute about how to respond when he thought everyone should already know. “She’s on a bike.”

I gave a soft laugh, rolled my eyes at Brown and sucked down foam as the men on my shift began to talk about their interesting day.

Lonny’s story was the best. He’d intervened between two yard archrivals over a dispute about a sycamore that dropped its pods on the wrong side of a fence. Lonny might not have been all that sharp, but his slow, drawling recounting of how he’d faced off against men armed with a chain saw and a rake had everyone chuckling, including me.

He jumped, cussing loudly, but when the others glanced his way, he said, “Caught my toe under the chair.”

When he settled again, he scooted his chair away. “If I’d known you swung that way,” he muttered loudly, “I’d have suggested you take the seat next to Brown.”

“Thanks for the suggestion,” I said, picking up my drink and walking around the table, aware that all eyes in the bar were on me, and everyone was drawing the same conclusion.

I sat beside Officer Brown, giving her only a quick glance. I didn’t want to assume a damn thing. “He always such a dick?” I muttered.

She laughed and held out her hand. “Ramona, and yeah, he thinks he’s a stud because he has a badge.”

The officer on the other side of her shook his head. “Don’t pay him any mind. He’s the sheriff’s nephew, and Horace knows good and well he’s an idiot.”

“We’re a little light on the formalities here,” Ramona said, eyeing my street clothes. “And they should have assigned you a sponsor—someone to show you the ropes.”

“Sheriff probably didn’t want to assign one of the married guys because their wives wouldn’t like it. You’re too pretty. And he couldn’t assign Lonny, well, because he’s…”

We shared a grin. I liked the way her smile pulled up the corners of her eyes, slanting them, betraying a drop of Asian blood mixed with the glorious Creole that painted her skin a lovely dark cream.

“There’s not a lot you can’t figure out for yourself,” she said, stirring a fingertip in the top of her mixed drink.

“That mean you’re not interested?” I asked under my breath, wanting to keep our conversation on the down low.

I blew out a breath and looked away—into her friend’s narrowed glare. I wondered if I had her figured all wrong and he was her boyfriend. Or maybe I’d just come on too strong. But I’m not the kind of girl to let a good thing slip away, not if I can help it.

I took another gulp of my beer, trying to figure out how to exit now that I’d shown my ass to everyone.

Chairs scraped. I glanced up to see the men rising, stretching out their arms and sharing teasing jibes as they prepared to leave.

“Welcome to Canaan,” the guy sitting beside Ramona said. He lifted a brow at Ramona, and paused, but she stayed seated. He left with the others.

She gave a scoffing laugh. “It wasn’t about your bad behavior. Jonesy was giving us time alone to get to know each other. He didn’t think you’d want to out yourself your first damn day. It’s a small town. And this is the Bible Belt.”

I smiled, relieved I hadn’t blown it. “Fact is, I hoped I’d get a chance to talk to you alone. And I could give a shit whether they’re disappointed that I don’t swing their way.”

She cleared her throat. “Most of them are pretty decent—so long as we’re not in their face about it.”

I nodded and sat back in my chair, crossing one jeans-clad leg over the other. “You dating anyone?”

Shoving her drink away, she planted an elbow on the table and leaned closer. “Look, you’re new. I don’t jump in and out of bed with every available dyke just because there are too damn few of us here.”

“And I’m not hitting on you because you’re the only game in town. Besides, I didn’t ask you to sleep with me.”

“Okay, I want to, but I’ll give you a chance to know me first.” Sensing I’d pushed her far enough, I rose, dropped folded bills on the table to tip the waitress, and held out her chair. She stood up, smiling but looking a little uncomfortable at the attention we drew.

The next few days were a little strained around the guys. Word got around. Sly glances followed me everywhere. But since I didn’t rise to any of their innuendos, the excitement faded and they found someone else to hound.

This day, I’d parked my car at the Stop ’n’ Go. It might be small-town Louisiana, but bandits still preferred the ease of a quickie robbery when they were low on cash. The store had been hit twice in the past six months, and the sheriff had promised a “presence” to the owner. So, in between calls, I parked in the hot sun at the edge of the parking lot, running my AC with the window open to ease the humidity inside the vehicle.

The whir of spokes catching the wind whizzed by my car. Little black shorts hugging a nicely rounded backside caught my attention.

Ramona halted at the edge of the curb next to the shop’s front door and eased off her helmet. Sweat stained the center of her back, and her hair lay in wet, tangled spikes around her head. She glanced my way and gave me a smile that set my heart beating faster, then entered the store.

I opened my car door, dumped the fresh cup of coffee I’d bought just a few minutes before and headed inside.

I gave a quick glance around the aisles but didn’t find my quarry. “That cup went right through me,” I said, making my way to the restroom in the back.

A toilet flushed. The stall door opened. Ramona stepped out and her eyes widened. “Didn’t hear you come in, Cath.”

She walked to the sink, soaped up and cleansed her hands, then used a paper towel to wipe the sweat from her face. “What is it you want?”

I leaned against the bathroom door and folded my arms over my chest. “You said we should take some time to know each other, but that’s never gonna happen if you’re avoiding me.”

She met my glance in the mirror. Challenge glittered in her golden brown eyes. “Is that what you think I’m doing? Why’d I come here when I could have chosen a dozen other businesses to stop in?”

I raised a brow. “Maybe because it’s public and you could say you weren’t avoiding me and get away with it?”

This wasn’t going well. Again, I felt like I had two left feet. “How about a yes or no?” I blurted. “Wanna go out?”

“There’s not anywhere in public we can go together, Cath. The sheriff wouldn’t like it if we paraded a date. But I’d like you to come over for dinner.”

“Yeah. Tonight.” She sauntered forward and tucked her fingers under the sharp edges of my buttoned collar. Her hand twisted, cinching it around my throat and pulling me down.

I’d kissed women before. Even kissed a few men. This was hotter than any of those—even with two layers of Kevlar between our chests.

Her mouth smoothed over mine, then suctioned. Her lips were thick and juicy, her tongue rimming me. I waited, not charging in, and was rewarded when her tongue pushed against mine. Just a touch, and then it was gone. I tasted mint. She had to taste the coffee I’d guzzled all day.

She strode past me. I heard the snick of the lock as she opened it. The door whooshed closed.

That night, I strolled up the sidewalk, wondering if what I wore would please her. I didn’t want to make it seem like I’d gone to too much effort in case she wasn’t that into me, but she didn’t need to know that most of my clothes were strewn across my bed because I hadn’t been able to make up my mind until the last moment.

I wore a short, black skirt. Not something I was completely comfortable wearing, but I have nice, well-toned legs, my best asset actually, and I wanted her to notice. The T-shirt I chose was tight and casual with a zombie on the front and the word “brainz…” underneath it. Not sexy, but I hoped the skirt would do the trick. Metallic black sandals completed the outfit.

If things didn’t heat up, she wouldn’t have to know I’d decided underwear was too much work.

Before I reached the front door, it swung open. I groaned inside, or maybe it wasn’t as quiet as I thought, because she grinned. She wore a gauzy dress, one of those Mexican cotton things that followed every curve of her slender body. Completely feminine. Completely delicious. And she was naked underneath it. I could tell because the light from the entry hall shone straight through it.

Her smile was wide and cheeky when I finally reached her face. “Not so bad yourself,” she said, her eyelids dipping as she traced the length of my legs. “I like an edgy girl.”

She cupped my breast and rubbed my nipple. “It’s soft. I can tell you wear it often.”

I pushed her through the door and slammed it behind us. “Don’t you care what your neighbors think?”

Her grin was relaxed and infectious. “WWE’s on. They won’t notice a thing not happening on their TVs tonight.” She pinched the front of my shirt and turned, pulling me through her house. We crossed the living room and headed straight for the kitchen.

She snagged one from the fridge for me and picked up a halffull wineglass from the counter, then led me back into the living room. The fight played on the TV, but the sound was turned down.

“Why bother if you can’t hear it?” I asked just to start a conversation. I was nervous and horny, and my hands were sweating.

“I wasn’t all that interested in the fight, and I wanted to be able to hear your car.” She curled up at the end of the sofa, her feet under her.

I sat stiffly, wanting to tug her legs toward me and shove up her dress. Instead I drew on my beer, hoping it would cool the heat simmering inside me.

“I heard you had to go to Schwieg’s today,” she said over the rim of her glass. Her eyes sparkled with humor.

Mention of the farmer made my lips twitch. “Have to admit that was my very first pig call.”

I rolled my eyes. “Pigs are damn mean. There were three of us trying to corral a big boar back into his pen.”

I leaned back against the couch, curling a leg beneath me so I could turn my body toward her. “So, why are you on the bike? They stick you there because you’re a girl?”

“I asked for it. I like the exercise. I get to know the folks really well. Especially the kids. It’s why they made me the D.A.R.E. officer at the school. I’m good with them.”

I shuddered. “Sorry, I can’t see me wearing those shorts. Everybody’d be staring at my ass.”

Ramona reached across the top of the sofa to pull a lock of my hair. She twisted it around her finger. “So why’d you leave Houston?”

I liked that she’d made the first move. That she was trying to make me comfortable. “I knew I wasn’t going to get off the streets, and I’d had one too many close calls. I’m not all that into adrenaline.”

She nodded. “I worked in San Antonio before coming here. I moved there with my boyfriend to go to school but dropped out after two years and applied to the academy. As soon as my contract was up, I headed back here. I like the pace.”

Ramona flashed me a sultry look with her pretty brown eyes, then set aside her wineglass.

My beer slammed on the coffee table, and I came up on my knees on the big couch, bent over her and pushed up the hem of her blue dress to uncover her pussy.

Her bush was trimmed, a narrow black stripe that hugged the edges of her tawny lips. I scraped a fingernail over the edge of her fluff, enjoying the feel of the bristly tips.

She raised her leg and hooked her ankle over the top of the sofa, opening herself, inviting me closer. “It’s okay to do more. I promise I don’t bite.”

I brushed the bristles again and bent toward her pussy, drawing in the scent of her sex and a hint of an exotic perfume, something that smelled like incense. “I love the way you smell,” I said softly.

I nodded and leaned closer, rubbed my nose on the bare skin of her labia, then licked her there.

She groaned and a hand reached down. Her fingers combed my hair and tugged me closer. “I’ve been dreaming of you tonguing me, Cath. Eating me out.”

“I won’t disappoint,” I said, giving her a wink. Then I inserted my thumb between her folds and scraped it upward, lifting the thin hood that hid her clit. It was swollen and red. I latched onto it with my lips and licked and sucked it until her hips began to rock.

Slipping my hands under her ass, I tilted her toward me, burrowing in, my tongue stroking her inner folds, then sliding deeper for a taste. Moisture greeted me and I drew one hand from under her firm ass and plunged two fingers inside her while I worked her clit.

Her moans grew louder. Her fingernails raked my scalp. I fucked her with three digits and scraped my teeth over her hard little knot, then bit—gently—but enough to shock her into an orgasm.

Her body vibrated and she gave a thin, keening wail while her hips pumped, fucking my fingers, slamming against my mouth.

Her smile was strained, her tawny cheeks reddened. Her mouth was swollen as though she’d bitten her lips, and I climbed over her to rest between her spread thighs.

I cupped a cheek and kissed her, stroking her tongue to give her back her flavors, then nuzzled beside her ear while I waited for her breathing to even out.

She sat on the edge of the sofa and palmed my buttocks, leaning forward to lick my pussy.

The sight of her dark head between my legs, the feel of her slippery tongue and dainty fingers sliding up inside me, made my belly tighten and moisture ooze down my thighs.

I braced my legs apart, giving her room to explore for a minute or two, and then I pulled her hair to make her stop. “That dildo,” I said, breathless now and so horny I felt on the edge of violence.

She rose slowly, rubbing her small breasts on my belly then letting the spiked tips scrape mine.

She bit her lower lip and glanced at me from underneath her eyelashes. “Gonna Taser me if I don’t move fast enough?”

“I’ve been wet for a week just thinking about doing you. It’s not nice to tease.”

She darted off, running down the hall toward her bedroom. I followed, right on her ass, caught her when she reached the bed and slammed her down face first on the comforter. I crawled over her, straddled her rounded butt, bent to lick her neck and give her teasing bites on her shoulders.

Giggling, she fought to roll over, but I was bigger, stronger—more determined. I slid lower and licked down her spine until I reached her ass.

I smiled and backed off, ready to stop playing and get down to the serious business of her fucking her silly.

She rolled to her belly and lay there as I slid off the bed and burrowed under it for her “treasure chest.”

The plastic container was filled with vibrators, clamps and glossy hard plastic and gel dildos in a range of sizes. I chose the one she’d mentioned, the one she seemed to be most eager to use. It was long, thick, firm and yet flexible enough to curve with my hands. I made a U-shape and held it up.

She didn’t hesitate, coming up on her knees and spreading them when I held one end, pointing it toward her pussy. I fed it inside her, pushing in then pulling it out, working it deeper and deeper until she leaned on a hand and rocked her hips forward and back to fuck it.

Then I moved in closer, sat on a pillow and opened my legs wide. I leaned back on both hands. “Feed it into me, baby. Fuck me with it.”

She spat on her palm and rubbed the moisture over the tip, then, keeping the other end still tucked deep inside her body, she bent over me and nudged the tip against my lips.

“I should have eaten you,” she whispered, bending to kiss me quickly. “I’m gonna come quick.”

“I don’t mind so long as you don’t come off the cock. Keep fucking me until you’re hot again.”

With her hand guiding the dildo, she rocked her hips, stroking forward, pushing the head between my lips and entering me. I got my knees under me for leverage and leaned way back, meeting her strokes as her movements crammed it deeper and deeper inside me.

Watching the sway of her tits, the way they quivered at the end of a hard stroke, I wished I could take one of the tips into my mouth, but she’d have to rise up a bit first.

“Want it?” she said, cupping her breast, tweaking the tip and jiggling her breast to tempt me.

I swallowed hard, my pussy swelling, heating around the thrust of the dildo. I shook back my hair and met her gaze.

Who was the aggressor now? Ramona’s smile was wide and wicked. She rose, letting the dildo slip partially out, and then aimed a breast at my mouth.

She gave a broken yelp then groaned, straining to slam down on the cock again, but I wouldn’t let the little nipple go. I bit her, then soothed the ache with my tongue, all the while staying latched on the breast, suctioning hard enough that I felt a quiver rack her body.

She slammed down, then stroked forward hard, shoving the dildo into me and screwing her hips around and around so that its ridged girth stimulated every nerve ending deep inside me.

Suddenly, she leaned back, reaching down to smooth the kink I’d made at the center of the double-headed cock. Then we both pushed pillows under our shoulders, and stretched our legs alongside our bodies and shook and shimmied our hips, fucking in tandem, grinding together until we’d swallowed the whole length. Our pussies met in a moist hot kiss, her bristles scraping into my nude pussy.

At the last, I turned my head, scrunched my face and my mouth widened around a silent scream as the tight coil of my arousal exploded.

Fingers crept into the top of my folds, a soft pad swirling on my knot, sustaining the orgasm, making me jerk at the end and gasp because it was so strong, so tight that every muscle of my abdomen, belly and buttocks clenched hard.

She brought me down slowly, and I opened my eyes to find her sitting up, legs splayed around mine as she petted my belly and pussy.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I wasn’t verbal yet. My mind was mush, my tongue thick. I think my ears were ringing, too. “What the fuck?” I finally rasped, cupping my own breasts for comfort as the tremors eased.

She scooted back until the dildo fell from her pussy and pulled the other end out of me. Wrinkling her nose, she tossed it over the side of the bed and then crawled over me.

With my legs splayed, my body coated in a light sheen of sweat, I must have looked like a well-used whore.

She didn’t seem to mind, rubbing her belly and chest against me, and then lying over me like a blanket, her legs between mine. Her mouth rubbed the edge of my jaw, urging me to lift my chin. She licked my neck and slid down to kiss and lick my breasts.

I clutched the back of her head, forced her head up and came off the bed to kiss her hard. “We’re doing this again.”

“You’re right.” She sighed and tucked her head against my shoulder. “It was…nice.”

I held her, brushing her forehead with my mouth. She relaxed inside my embrace, and then a yawn eased her closer still.

I smiled. “Sure,” I said, “as slow as you need,” knowing full well that what we had was too hot, too addictive for us to pull back now.

The table was crowded after our shift. The pitcher of beer was nearly empty. Lonny stood at the counter flirting with a waitress. Ramona sat beside me. Jonesy sat next to her, grinning because he was the only one who could see her hand tucked between my thighs.

My face was flushed. Sweat beaded on my forehead. One more press of her fingers against the crotch of my pants, and I’d have to learn to walk with my legs crossed because I’d be soaked through.

The bastard expected me to talk while Ramona’s fingers strummed my pussy under the table.

Jonesy was her friend, and I knew now that they’d slept together when Ramona had first come to Canaan. They teased each other like sister and brother now.

I could use a little less familial love. I narrowed my eyes and clamped my thighs closed, trying to stop her play.

“Heard you were out at Schwieg’s again,” he said, his chest shaking because Ramona was pinching my pussy between two fingers, hard enough that I relented and eased my thighs open again.

I shook my head, telling him silently that I was going to make him pay, but he only laughed, set down his glass and rose. “You two be good,” he said, softly enough so only we could hear him before he called out farewells to the rest.

Lonny glanced over his shoulder, his gaze following Ramona as she left. Then he swung my way and strolled over to the table.

He sat in Ramona’s vacated seat, careful not to move in too close. “You’re all right, ya know.”

He shook his head. “I made a mistake, but you shouldn’t blame me. You’re a good-lookin’ girl.”