Dangerous Interference Page 3

  “Ms. Malloy,” Randy greeted her as he hopped aboard without waiting for her invitation. “Weren’t you informed you can only dock at the marina if you own your own pier? You are moored at a private dock, which is clearly posted.”

  At five foot six, she wasn’t short, but she had to tilt her head back to look up at his rugged, tanned face. “Gee, Sheriff, I just stopped for a minute to take a few pictures. What’s the big deal?” Sheesh, why did he have to be such a tight ass as well as hot?

  “I’m duty bound to enforce the law, which you should know since you claim you work for the police. Move the boat, Alena, or you’ll incur consequences you may not like or be ready for.”

  There went that annoying shiver down her spine at the veiled sexual threat in his tone and heated look, which made Alena desperate to be rid of him. “Fine,” she snapped, not bothering to hide her irritation. “I’ll move on. Now, go away and leave me in peace. You’re ruining my vacation.”

  More like ruining her spying, Randy judged, both aroused and frustrated with her obstinance. “Behave, Alena.”

  She watched him stroll back to his vehicle, eyeing the way his jeans hugged his taut buttocks and wishing she didn’t find him so appealing. Whipping up the small motorboat, she coasted around the bend and idled until she saw the last of the taillights of the sheriff’s cruiser then bided her time for another five minutes before returning to her spot. The man she assumed was Bryan Hirst no longer sat on his porch, but she didn’t let that or Randy’s threats deter her. Who she most needed to find was Kevin, the one who had invited Ashley and her friends to the lake for spring break, the one Ashley had been hanging out with lately at college, and the one with whom she’d been seen leaving the local bar before disappearing later that night.

  Alena believed the police had questioned each of the college kids in detail and she didn’t suspect them of anything, but they had to know something or maybe they had omitted something out of fear of getting blamed. In all honesty, she didn’t care if a party got out of hand, maybe they had all indulged in too much alcohol or drugs then let Ash go off by herself, she just wanted answers. She wanted to find her sister.

  An hour later, she didn’t have time to do anything except lower her bare feet from where she had them propped on the rail and rise from her deck chair when she spotted the sheriff returning to the scene of her crime. Damn it.

  This time he approached the boat in an angry stride, the look on his face one of irritation with an underlying expectancy that had all her happy places sitting up and taking notice.

  Double damn.

  * * *

  Just because Bryan no longer hung around outside didn’t mean Randy could let this infraction slide, nor did he want to. His palm had itched to connect with Alena Malloy’s ass since she’d stormed out of his office two days ago. Coupled with her insistence on jeopardizing his and Nash’s plans to keep attending Bryan’s parties as guests in the hopes of uncovering something that would give them a new lead, she had just forced him to act on his threats.

  Leaping aboard, he stalked right up to her and glared down into her wary but defiant green eyes. “You deliberately defied my order, Alena. As I don’t think just issuing you another warning will do any good, you’ve left me with no choice but to act.”

  He surprised her with a yank that brought her into full frontal contact with his rock-hard body, then shocked her when he made good on his threat as he twisted and bent her over one muscle-bulging arm. But it was her body’s response to the painful smacks he leveled on her upturned butt that astounded her, the unmistakable arousal simmering beneath the heat building across her buttocks impossible to ignore or deny.

  Her surprise changed to indignation and set her to struggling, but whether she fought against the gall of his chastisement or her response to it she wasn’t sure. “Damn it, let me go!”

  Randy tightened his arm under her then pinned her flailing legs with his left leg, all the while smacking those soft, round globes over and over. “I warned you in my office and again today to back off. You should’ve listened.”

  She cried out as he put more weight behind the next volley of swats, the strength of his hold unbreakable, leaving her no choice but to suck it up and bear it. Her thin shorts were no barrier against his hard hand, or her escalating arousal as the burn slid downward to fill her sheath with pulsating need. Never in her life had she imagined she would get turned on from a humiliating spanking. Never could she have envisioned her nipples peaking from the sting, her core throbbing with unfulfilled lust.

  He caught her bare thigh with a sharp whack, eliciting a startled, pain-filled cry from her at the blistering difference between smacking her bare skin and the flesh that was covered with light cotton.

  Twisting her head, she glared up at him through the tangled curtain of her hair. “Damn it, that hurt!”

  “They’re all supposed to hurt,” he returned without remorse, giving her other thigh an identical smack that had her cursing and him smiling. He could feel her pebbled nipples against his arm, a response he tested by cupping his palm between her legs. “I don’t think you’re all that upset over this.”

  She had no time to respond to that astute observation as he resumed swatting her butt, over and over until she hung like a limp noodle over his arm and her gasps of outrage were reduced to mortifying whimpers of humiliating need.

  “Sheriff, please.”

  She cringed at the soft plea in her voice, but if he didn’t let up soon, she’d humiliate herself even more by giving in to her body’s demand for release from both the painful swats and her throbbing arousal. When he stopped as fast as he had begun then lifted her with a much gentler hand, her head swam in dizzying circles that forced her to lean against him. The comfort of his arms wrapping around her brought tears to her eyes, which pissed her off as much as his high-handed behavior had.

  Breaking away from his embrace that felt too good, she shoved her unruly hair back and set her hands on her hips. The little knowing smirk playing around his mouth poured fuel onto the angry fire stewing inside her. “You’ve had your fun, now leave and I’ll do the same.”

  Reaching into his back pocket, he withdrew a small pad, flipped it open, wrote something, then ripped the top sheet off and handed it to her.

  “Spanking you was fun, but this is my responsibility. It’s just a written warning. Next time there’ll be a fine.” He pivoted and hopped down to the short slip before swiveling and tossing out one more warning. “You also won’t get to keep the comfort of your shorts, Red. Then we’ll really give the lakers something to gawk at.”

  Flipping her a mocking two-finger salute, he sauntered back to his Explorer, leaving Alena gasping in utter discomposure at the sight of a boat idling about a quarter of a mile down the lake, the wide grins splitting the four passengers’ faces too easy to see.

  “Oh, good Lord,” she muttered in exasperation as she worked through the completely irrational, annoying thrill his parting words and their unknown audience set off. Her body had no business tingling in response to that humiliating, painful spanking or her exhibitionism. She would just ignore it, she vowed, reaching down into her small ice chest next to her chair and plucking out a cold wine cooler. Popping the cap, she took a long pull, determined to disregard the ache between her legs as well as the lingering, warm throb of her buttocks that seemed to egg that ache on. She refused to be a slave to her body’s demands even if she wondered what her response would be to a bare, harder spanking.

  By the time she finished her cooler, her chaotic thoughts had settled down but not so her body. Determined to get the upper hand, at least with her hormones, she made a quick decision and dove off the side of the boat into the frigid lake. An accomplished swimmer, she glided with swift strokes in a back and forth pattern for ten minutes before giving in to the inevitable. Setting her feet down on the sandy bottom, she shivered as the chest-deep water lapped around her but did nothing to ease the heated, pulsing need still clamoring for relie
f.

  With one hand snaking up under her shirt to flip open the front catch on her bra and knead the soft fullness of her breast and one sliding down her loose shorts to palm the denuded, sensitive flesh of her pussy, she caved to her body’s demands. Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and let the sun’s warm rays heat her face and shoulders as she worked her fingers to heat the rest of her body.

  She loved to touch herself, so this bore no hardship. What galled her was giving in when she’d sworn she didn’t want to, just needed to for comfort’s sake. Yeah, that really went against the grain, but it didn’t keep her from rolling her nipple into an even tighter nub or from delving inside her sheath with two fingers to root out her clit. The slickness of her channel had nothing to do with the water she soaked in and everything to do with an arousal that wouldn’t be denied.

  Her soft cry as she thrust her fingers over and over her clit echoed in the small cove. With her back to the rest of the lake, she couldn’t hear any boats zipping by or know if there was anyone else idling or sitting on the opposite shore, but her need had risen to such a state, she flat out didn’t care at this point. Switching to torment her other nipple, she put more pressure on her thrusts then slowed as she rasped back and forth over her swollen bundle of nerves until she shook more from the building pressure of release than from the cold.

  Succumbing to the spiraling fall her touch led her to, she pinched her nipple and clit at the same time, milking the two pleasure points until the blinding pleasure of her climax exploded throughout her jerking body.

  * * *

  Randy took care lowering his zipper over his straining erection, cursing his weakness and lack of control concerning one Alena Malloy. He’d pulled back onto the road then parked where he had a view of her boat through a break in the trees, unable to resist seeing what she’d do now. Not only did it make him a pathetic bastard to be sitting in his car, spying on her as she got herself off in the lake while mulling over how nice it had felt to cuddle her against him, but to get so turned on without catching even a glimpse of nakedness was downright pitiful. He should be worried about her causing waves over that spanking and hindering his investigation rather than enjoying the unbelievably erotic picture she presented standing in the lake with her hair slicked back to reveal the stark pleasure on her face. The movement of one hand under her shirt and the disappearance of the other down her shorts left him in no doubt about what she was doing.

  Wrapping his hand around his cock, he squeezed his aching flesh as he recalled the plushness of her lush ass under his hand, her thin cotton shorts no barrier between his palm and her soft buttocks. She had taken her spanking better than he anticipated; in fact, he’d bet the reason for her jump into the cold lake had more to do with cooling down her libido than an effort to relieve her anger with him. He admired her spirit, spunk, and independence, even if he feared those traits would lead her down a path he suspected she’d never traversed before.

  Stroking up and down his rigid length, he imagined what her bare ass would feel like, look like. The way her wet tee shirt clung to her breasts outlined their soft fullness, the nipple not covered by her hand a prominent pinpoint he would love to wrap his lips around. Cupping his smooth mushroom cap with his palm, he glided his thumb underneath the rim to tease along the ultrasensitive skin there. Gritting his teeth, he fought back the urge to let go, wanting to draw out the pleasure as he watched her.

  Shifting his pre-cum dampened palm back down his cock, he smiled when she laid her head back and closed her eyes, her hands getting busier under her clothes. Pondering the look on her face when he pointed out the audience neither of them knew about until he released her from his hold earlier, he figured she had fought against not only the pain-induced arousal he’d brought on, but the thrill she’d experienced learning they had been watched. He doubted either reaction would sit well with her, but they did bode positive for both him and Nash if she continued with her obstinance and insisted on getting in their way.

  Alena’s soft cry of release catapulted his own urgent need into crawling up the root of his shaft and spewing from his cockhead. Leaning back against the headrest, he shut his eyes and basked in his own pleasure as he pictured her sandwiched between him and his new friend. He took his time savoring his ball-busting climax and enjoying the small contractions of lingering pleasure as it eased before rousing himself to look back down at the lake.

  Grabbing a tissue from the glove box, he cleaned up as he watched her swim back to her boat and climb aboard, her wet thin clothes clinging to her abundant curves, leaving little to the imagination. When she whipped her bra off without removing her shirt and tossed it on the deck chair, he groaned at the best view of a wet tee shirt plastered over braless breasts he had ever been privileged to observe. She started her motor, and he waited until she pulled away before doing the same, wondering if she had more success in exorcising him from her thoughts than he had of her.

  Ten minutes later, Randy pulled up to his rustic cabin home located on the outskirts of Blue Springs but close enough he could get to the office in under ten minutes. The Jeep Wrangler Nash had rented sat in the gravel drive and it still surprised him how easy the two of them had found living together the past month. Of course, they had law enforcement in common along with a penchant for spanking and kinky sex that included voyeurism, exhibitionism, and threesomes. And then there were the coincidences in their two cases that they were both determined to solve.

  As usual, guilt nipped at his conscience every time he thought about his case and his suspicion Bryan knew more than he had let on. The man he’d known for over ten years would never hurt a woman and Randy didn’t suspect him of having anything nefarious to do with young Ashley’s disappearance. He may like his sex rough and preferred partners who got off on harsher pain than Randy liked to dish out, but he had never crossed consensual or safety lines. However, Bryan was very protective of his younger brother, Kevin, who’d gotten into trouble more than once sowing his wild oats, trouble Bryan had always bailed him out of because of misplaced guilt over Kevin’s father, Bryan’s stepfather, walking out on him when he was eight. But to Randy’s knowledge, the kid, now twenty-two, had kept his wild ways to excessive drinking along with the occasional drug use, irresponsible drunk driving, and overly loud parties that always ended with fist scuffles. Most of Kevin’s shenanigans had taken place in Portland in his high school years with Randy having to interfere a handful of times during the summer months and since he started partying at Bryan’s lake home during college breaks.

  But even with his penchant for troublemaking, Randy didn’t think Kevin or his friends were criminally responsible for whatever befell Ashley. He’d believed Bryan when he’d said that he’d walked Ashley to her car and she hadn’t been impaired to drive. But when Bryan had told him a few weeks after he’d questioned him that he planned on spending most of his time at the lake, working from home and only returning to Portland periodically when necessary, his suspicions over something being amiss with his friend had grabbed hold and had refused to let go. He would know more when Kevin arrived to spend a few weeks of his summer break with his brother and he could see them together.

  Stepping out of his vehicle, Randy stretched then winced when his back popped. Damn, he was getting too old to be jacking off in the cramped quarters of his SUV. He now preferred to stretch out someplace comfortable, or better yet, he thought as he trotted up the steps to his front porch, stretch out with one lushly curved redhead.

  “You look pleased with yourself,” Nash greeted him at the door, holding the screen open for him.

  “Had to take our girl in hand this afternoon. It wasn’t too much of a hardship.”

  “I’ll bet. Give.”

  They strolled into the spacious, ten-foot-ceiling great room where Randy moved straight across to his liquor cabinet and poured each of them a whiskey, a habit they had started on Nash’s first night as his guest. Settling in his ancient, worn, but comfortable recliner, he sip
ped his drink, savoring the warm burn as it slid smoothly down his throat.

  “Caught her spying on the Hirst house, illegally moored at Bryan’s dock. She ignored my first warning, returning after I left, so I gave her something else to think about before defying me again. Clothes on,” he finished on an exaggerated, long-suffering sigh.

  “And you didn’t call me?” Bugger, Nash swore, he would’ve loved to seen that. “You think that’ll sink in? From the few minutes we spent with her in your office, I wouldn’t have thought she’d back off even after suffering some embarrassing swats.”

  “It wasn’t planned, so I didn’t have time to let you know, you voyeuristic pervert. She managed a little payback without knowing I was watching when she jumped into the friggin’ lake and masturbated when the cold water didn’t do the trick.”

  Nash’s grin widened and Randy couldn’t help but smirk in return. “Well, we thought she was going to be a handful.”

  “Yeah.” Randy sipped his drink again then sighed, saying, “And what a handful. It may just take the two of us to keep her out of trouble and from blowing your cover as a friend of mine visiting here for a few weeks of vacation.”

  “Well, mate, I can think of worse ways to amuse myself in this backwater town of yours while we sit around with our thumbs up our arses waiting for something to go on.”

  Randy understood and sympathized with his frustration. “She’ll at least liven things up, that is if one or both of us doesn’t arrest her and lock her up for her own good and that of our investigation.”

  As if the thought of Alena behind bars amused him, Nash quirked an eyebrow and drawled, “I have a feeling that would only compound our situation.”

  “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. I’ll grill, you put together a salad.”