Hustle Him (Bank Shot Romance #2) (12 page)

The harder I pumped my erection into her, the more she grinding her body into me. I cupped her breasts and pinched her little
nipples, as she was about to come. Her body bucked and, at the same time, I reached down and rubbed her little clit hard. She put the pillow over her mouth to prevent waking up our daughter as she let out a scream. Her body fell flat against the soft mattress.

I
halted my movements, giving her a couple seconds to recover, before I spun her around and pounded my final moments of stress out. She knew just what I wanted too. Jules turned around, got on all fours, and put her perfect ass up in the air. I watched her reached down and touch herself, showing me she wasn’t done either. The invitation was not wasted as once again we came together.

I loved the way it sounded in this position. Our bodies slapped together with each thrust; my balls slapping against her sensitive sex. I dug my hands into her hips and pulled her into me until finally I felt my release filling her. Her pussy clenched and tightened, letting me know she was
yet again having another orgasm.

We collapsed on the bed together, only for a short moment, on account of her having to go get cleaned up.  I stood up and put on my underwear, in order to carry our daughter up to her room. I knew she wouldn’t wake up, but I didn’t want to take the chance of her being devastated
forever.

When I climbed back into bed is when I realized that something about my memory had changed. The atmosphere in the room felt different. I got under the covers and reached over to put my arms around Jules, except when she turned around it wasn’t my wife.

Vessa was lying next to me, in my bed, with no clothes on. Her hair was messed up and she had a big smile on her face. She took her finger and traced over my lips. “I missed you.”

I sat straight up on the couch and looked around the room. It was dark and all I could hear were the crickets outside. Call it my guilty conscience, but I was freaked out.
From the reaction, I got up and started pacing around. Up until this very night, they’d all been special memories of my old life.

Something was happening to me and Vessa was the reason. I couldn’t let her taint my memories of them, even if she wasn’t meaning to do that. How could she? It wasn’t like I had
divulged her with my life story. It didn’t even matter. I needed to distance myself from her. I wasn’t willing to take the chance of losing the only thing I had left of them.

Some things are easier said then done though. The next morning was my official day off. Now being the sheriff, a day off really meant that I was able to do personal things until something came up that needed my attention. I’d planned on cleaning off the metal roof and raking up all of the winter leaves that had accumulated. I didn’t care what the yard looked like, but it kept my mind off of things.

I’d no sooner gotten out the rake and the ladder when my phone started ringing. Of course, I shook my head before answering; knowing damn well it was going to be work.

I was wrong.

A familiar raspy voice was on the other end.

Ramsey, it’s Sue. Listen, I need a man favor.

Is there anyone else you can call?

Not particularly. Why? Did I do something to offend you?

No. What do you need?

It would be easier if you would come by.

You at the bar?

Nope, I switched with Vessa. I’m home today.

Be there shortly.

As long as I didn’t have to see Vessa, I figured I would be in the clear, as far as giving the old lady a hand. She probably just needed me to fix something around her place. I don’t know how I’d been designated as her personal go-to, but I didn’t seem to mind. Before Vessa, she’d been the only person that I could tolerate being around. In some ways I think she looked out for me.

After grabbing my tools, I headed over to Sue’s place; with my mind set on whatever the task was she needed me to do. The little boy, Logan, came running toward my car. “Hey, sheriff. You got your gun today?”

I patted him on the head. “I’m off today, kid. Where’s your aunt?”

“She’s inside.”

I continued to walk past him, heading for the front door. Sue was sitting in the kitchen with some cookbook in her hand. I cleared my throat so that she would know it was me and not the kid. “That was fast. You want some coffee? I just made another pot.”

“Sounds good!” The coffee pot at the cabin hadn’t been used. The whole kitchen hadn’t been used. I was used to buying my coffee in town every morning. Actually, I got it for free for being the sheriff, but always tipped whatever it cost anyway.

I sat down across from Sue, waiting for her to tell me just what she called me over to do. She marked the book with a
dog-ear and looked up at me. “Like I said on the phone. I need a favor.”

“I brought my tools. Just tell me what needs fixing.”

She gave me an inquisitive stare. “This ain’t something that requires tools. I am going to ask you this because I know she won’t and I wouldn’t even consider it, if I didn’t know how important it was to the boy.”

“I am afraid you lost me.”

“Take him fishing, Ramsey. I don’t even care if it’s only for an hour. I just need you do it.”

I was floored. Not only was she asking me for something personal, but it was also a favor for the one person in town that I was trying to avoid. “It’s a bad idea.”

“The kid’s good for nothing father promised to take him, then all together decided to have a weekend with his girlfriend instead. Slowly but surely, he’s going to stop seeing them kids all together. I don’t know what Vessa is going to do about it. Look, my sister passed away a while back, and for a while Vessa kept her distance. Having them in my life is more important to me than anything. She won’t ask for help, but I’m determined to do it anyway.”

“I’m not good with kids.” It was a lie. Every kid reminded me of my daughter and it was brutally painful for me.

“It’s one hour. It ain’t like he is going to pry into your business. If he get’s curious, make something up. If you ask me, it would do you both a load of good.”

“I have to work.”

“I already called the station. I know you’re off today. Look, you take the kid fishing and I will send you home with a chicken potpie. Don’t tell me that you don’t love it. I’ve seen you tear through my potpies before.”

She had a point. The woman knew how to feed me. She also knew how to push my buttons. One thing that I was sure
of was that she wasn’t going to back down. “One hour, Sue.”

“There’s old rods in the shed and the pond should be crazy full of fish, since my Ray stocked it before he died. If you catch it, you can keep it. I will fry it up some way or another.” She opened the cookbook and started looking at what she was looking at before I came into the room.

“You want me to go now?”

“Why not?”

I shook my head and walked out of the kitchen. The kid was sitting on the step where I’d left him. He had a baseball glove in his hand and was throwing the ball up and catching it. Half the time he would miss and have to get up to retrieve it.

I didn’t look at him when I spoke. “Follow me, kid.”

He caught up with me fast. “Where we going? You taking me on a ride along? I saw it on TV last night.”

It was going to be the longest hour of my life. “I’m taking you fishing, kid. You’re too young for a ride along.”
He stopped following me, so I turned around to see what happened. He just stood there, looking down at the ground. “What’s wrong, kid?”

“My name is Logan, not kid and my dad was supposed to take me fishing.” He seemed pissed off.

I struggled with myself over what actions I should take. On one hand, I would have liked to get in my truck and head home without having to burden myself with the whole ordeal. On the other hand, I saw a kid that had his heart broke by someone he counted on. He needed to know that not everyone was going to disappoint him. I shook my head and cussed under my breath for what I was about to do.

Without arguing myself out of it, I knelt down in front of him. “Listen here, Logan. I’m going into the shed and grabbing two rods. Then I’m going to walk down to that pond and fish for a while. I don’t know what you had planned for the day, but the company would sure be nice. It’s up to you though.”

It didn’t take but a second for him to catch up to me walking away. I didn’t say anything else, even when we got to the shed and grabbed the rods and tackle.

Logan had never been fishing, so I had to teach him how to bait his hook and cast his line. I have to give him credit for trying. He listened to my every word. After attempting to cast four times on his own, I took the line and cast it out for him. He smiled as we sat next to each other on the little man made pier. His little feet were swinging around, while he tightly held the rod, waiting for his bobber to disappear out of the water.

“You having fun, kid, err, Logan.”

“How long does it take to catch one?” He didn’t answer my question. I figured he would get bored fast. I remember how it was to fish with my father when I was a kid.

“I’ve fished a whole week without a bite.”

“Maybe you aren’t good at it. I bet my dad could catch a big fish real fast.”

I bit my tongue, but I gotta admit, it was real hard to do. After hearing just a few things that the guy had done, I was sure that his ass had no balls, or compassion for his wife or kids. Unfortunately, this kid was too young to understand all of that, and as I learned more about his mother, I learned that her compassion for her children had caused her to keep negative things about their father from them. The more I wanted to avoid the woman, the more I respected the kind of person she was.

Thankfully, my bobber went down into the water. I knew what I had to do, when I turned to see the look on Logan’s face. I handed the kid my rod. “Pull it in, Logan. This fish is going to be your catch.”

He reeled his little heart out, trying to pull in that fish. Now, when Sue told me that her deceased husband had stocked the pond, I hadn’t considered how large those fish would have gotten. After fighting for five minutes, I stood behind Logan to help him pull the fish in. I think we both were in shock, when we pulled up a bass that was nearly two feet in length. With giant eyes, the kid watched me use the net and get the fish out of the water. Once it was in the bucket, we smack hands at our catch. “It’s giant!”

I was proud of him. Sadly, it reminded me of another moment that I would never get to share with Katie. As depressing as it was for me, I patted the kid on the shoulder. “Let’s try to catch some more. I’m thinking our bait is too small for what’s swimming around in this pond. We should try something else on our lines.”

“Can we catch a shark?”

“If there’s a shark in this pond, we’re both going to have to change our pants.” I knew there wasn’t, but the kid seemed like it was the coolest thing ever.

He watched me bait his line. “Why would we change our pants? Are we going to fall in? I don’t want to fall in with the sharks.”

I started
laughing; not even considering what I’d told him could scare him. “I meant that if there was a shark in this little pond, I was going to crap my pants.”

He giggled. “You poop yourself? Only babies poop themselves.”

Clearly, sarcasm wasn’t in his vocabulary. “Never mind. How about we talk about something else.” That’s when it happened. I’d opened myself up to the boy, while sitting on that pier. After nearly a year of solitude, I’d opened myself up to a curious kid.

“My dad said that after we caught fish, we could go out for ice cream.” I clenched my jaw, knowing the kid was trying to
get something extra out of me. The thing was, I kind of liked being around him. He was too young to judge me, or understand why I was the way I was around other adults.

“Let’s see how many we could catch first.” That’s what we did too. For the next couple hours, we sat around talking about baseball, bugs and fighting crime. He never asked me anything that made me feel uncomfortable.

When we got finished, we’d brought in seven large fish. Sue was outside hanging laundry when we came across the field with what we’d caught. She put down a shirt and walked toward us. “How’d you do?”

Logan pointed to the filled bucket.

She looked from him to me and smiled. “You know what this means?”

The little kid was as confused as me. “No?”

“It means that you and the sheriff have a lot more fish to catch. Maybe this is something that you can do again.”

She kept smiling when she winked at me. This wasn’t part of her favor, but after spending the majority of the day with Logan, I’d realized that I had relaxed and enjoyed myself. “Maybe so.”

“We have to get these fish in the house, so that we can have ice-cream,” he explained.

“I don’t know if we have any ice cream,” She admitted.

He got a sad look on his face. I sat down the heavy load of fish. “Looks like we are going to have to go into town then.”

“Let me change my shirt. Be right back!” he yelled as he ran into the
house.

“You did a real good thing today, Ramsey.” I could tell that she was up to something.