Chapter 2 Fucking the deputy's mum 02

*Oscar Delaney*

She was an extraordinary woman. I could tell. Her deep sensual aura made every second I spent in her presence excruciatingly painful.

My dick hardened as I thought about our recent encounter on the beach. She struck me as a woman with many layers and the possibility of getting a chance to pull them back turned me on. Everything about her turned me on.

It didn't sway my determination knowing she was Ariel's mom. I could see it now. The deep hypnotic blue eyes. The lingering smile.

Ariel was a wonderful person and her presence in town had a positive impact right from the first minute she arrived.

We weren't really close but Davis was my boy. We had been deputies in the Sheriff's office for three years now. If there was any man alive I'd want beside me if I had to walk on hot coal then it would be Davis.

He was an okay guy.

If I was going ahead with this then I had to run it by him. There was no way around it and knowing Davis, he probably wouldn't mind.

My dick throbbed at the realization I was going to see her the next time. The town had just one solid spot for these kinds of things. That was the thing with small towns. Maybe on our next date, I'll take her out to a classy place I know out in Sacremento.

What was I thinking? I'd never taken any woman to Sacremento before. She was definitely special but was she that special?

I moved quickly, determined to get her off my mind for the meantime. There were pictures in the dark room that needed my utmost concentration.

Photography was the lucky bastard I had picked at a time when I realized I needed a hobby. My flare for beauty pushed me in that direction and so far I was loving it.

I entered the storage room I had recently converted into a dark room, rolled my sleeves up to my elbow, and moved to the table where the films waited.

An hour later, I left the room cursing heavily. The dark room had failed to keep my mind off Joanne. It would have helped if I could call her but our brief moments together were so overwhelming that I somehow managed to forget to ask for her number.

Her long silky red hair and eyes never lost the sparkling energy that acted like a gateway to the depths of her very soul. Today I saw her body, slick and curvaceous in the black swim dress she wore.

There's nothing off about this woman... I want her... I fucking want her...

I thought about Joanne so much that it made my dick throb painfully. My body ached for release. It cried out for it.

Fucking hell! What am I going to do now?

There was nothing worse than being alone in a lonely house with a hard-on durable enough to crack dried cement. I had to do something about it or I can kiss my mental peace goodbye. Inner peace too.

I paced the outer room thinking of ways to put myself out of my misery that didn't involve blowing my fucking brains off.

I could wank but that would just make my story super sad and super pathetic. It would deal with my erection for the meantime but I'll still be alone in a lonely house.

The second option was one I dreaded more than wanking even though it was agreeably more effective. I had a couple of women I could call over to take the edge off but the problem was getting whoever I choose to call off my neck.

They weren't mature like Joanne. Their immature bird-brained way of doing things was the greatest turn-off for me but then drastic times call for drastic measures.

After a quick scroll through my contact list, I saw the number and dialed.

***

It irritated me to know I waited for Wendy White for half an hour.

All because I want to fuck, I thought bitterly.

Wendy, though childish, had the advantage of knowing when she was no longer needed. She wasn't bad to look at either but it's game over the moment her mouth starts moving.

She knocked on the wooden door twice, paused for a second, and knocked twice again.

Yep... that's Wendy

I opened the door and stood aside to let her in. I almost suffocated from the overwhelming rush of cologne that moved in with her. You'd swear she fell into the damned bottle.

"Hey, hottie." She said with a girlish smile.

I tried to convince myself calling her hadn't been a mistake. We were going to drink a bit, go upstairs, and fuck. That's it.

"Hey you," I moved into the room. "It's been a while."

Her tight leather outfit swished as she made her way over to where I stood. It was like a hailstorm of harsh fragrance pushing into me.

"It's been a while, eh?" Wendy winked. "Feels like you only call me when you wanna fuck."

I swallowed. Why else will I fucking call you? To hear your insightful opinion on politics or your views on growth?

"It's not like that, babe." I lied effortlessly.

My hand went around her ass. "It's just impossible to say no to this killer body of yours."

She moaned pulling closer to me while I held my breath for my safety. "Aww! You know just what to say to make a woman feel weak in the knees."

A girl...  To call you a woman would be a stretch.

I squeezed her ass which made her squeal. I knew her well enough to know grabbing her ass was a move she couldn't resist.

Her eyes danced as she looked up at me. "You're one handsome devil. Do you know that? Let's go upstairs already."

Finally...

***

I burned through my second Newport at a speed that should have been considered inhumane. Smoking was one habit I vowed to put an end to but the demons always struck when I was on edge. And here I was, on edge.

Wendy put me on edge as she lay there comfortably naked beside me. I was a step away from flying off the fucking cliff.

Get dressed and take your janky ass home!

She turned sleepily, pulling closer to me. Cringing, I shifted away in the opposite direction.

Wake the fuck up and go already!

The sex was amazing but it was over. I finally got the release I wanted. All that was left now was getting her the fuck out of my place.

I knocked my timer off the nightstand twice but the bitch didn't even twitch which convinced me she was fake sleeping. Her ass should have reacted to the noise if she was really asleep.

Wendy, it's time to go!!!

I gritted my teeth, almost crushing the cigarette when the phone rang by my side. Wendy woke up hearing the sound and for the first time, I was grateful for a call after sex.

Checking the caller, I saw it was Sheriff Ryder. I grinned evilly.

Work... This is perfect. Just perfect.

"Hey, sheriff," I said out loud. Loud enough for her to hear it.

The sound of my voice made Wendy steer. She rolled over on her side and watched me with dark sleepy eyes.

Pretend all you want. It's time to go.

"What's up, Boss?" I asked, sitting upright on the bed.

Sheriff Ryder's deep voice sounded as clear as though the man was standing right beside me. "We got a problem, son. Why don't you come on out to Finney Park."

"Finney's?" I stretched to get a look at the time. It was almost midnight. "Pretty late, Boss.

The Sheriff sighed. It was weird because the man never sighed. This had to be serious.

"Everything good?"

Another sigh. "I'm 'fraid not."

This was followed by an agonizingly long pause. Just when I thought the line had gone dead, he said,

"There's a body here."

Joanne Matheus

My body ached.

It fucking throbbed for him. There was no way to explain it. Every single atom in me vibrated in wild anticipation because of him.

This is crazy...

He was doing things to my mind and body that were criminal. Don't get me wrong I enjoyed the attention and the tingles but it didn't feel right.

"Mom," Ariel called from the kitchen.

The sound coming from the kitchen indicated she was unpacking the groceries she had gotten on our way from the beach.

"Yes, baby," I responded, trying to shut him out of my mind completely.

"Was that Oscar I saw you talking with earlier? At the beach."

Oscar... His name is Oscar.

"Uh, sure," I said, scrunching my nose.

I knew what was going to come next. Ariel was overprotective especially when it involved men. I couldn't blame her since I had a shitty record of picking assholes and good-for-nothing scumbags.

"Wow. That's quick."

I could almost hear the hint of a smile in her voice.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked defensively.

"Nothing." She said,

The tone was still there. I fiddled with the book in my hand nervously. I wasn't sure how she'd respond especially if she probed deep enough to find out I was going on a date with him tomorrow.

"Did I hear someone say 'Oscar'? I could swear I heard it." Davis jumped out from the door leading to the garage.

The stains on his shirt indicated he had been working on the car. He had a thing for fixing stuff even though it didn't need fixing. It was how he had met Ariel.

"I did, honey." Ariel's voice rose. "He was making a move on my mom."

"Oh really?" Davis didn't sound too pleased.

"Can you both stop talking about me like I'm not in the room? I'm old enough to have a conversation with a man."

There it is again. Why the fuck am I being so defensive. I almost sound like a fucking serial killer on trial.

"Did he flirt?" Ariel's question almost made me jump out of the chair.

I swallowed hard trying my best to sound casual as I said, "What if he did?"

Her giggle made me feel like pulling out my hair. She was enjoying it.

"He did, huh." Her voice was dripping in mischief. "Did you flirt back?"

Ariel?!

Just as I was about to protest, the sound of the phone ringing beat me to it. Ariel walked out of the kitchen to get the phone.

"It's for you, babe," Ariel called out to Davis.

"Who?" He mouthed, reaching her with long strides.

"Sheriff Ryder."

Davis hesitated for a second before taking the receiver. I felt the tension ease from my body. They were no longer talking about my time with Oscar.

"I'm on my way," Davis said.

He dropped the phone and moved fast. His face darkened compared to how it looked before the call. There was something wrong.

"What is it?" Ariel asked, noticing the change.

I shifted in my seat.

"They found a body over at Finney Park. Think it might be murder. We haven't had one of those in like forever."

Ariel gasped. The color drained out of her face and she looked like she was going to be sick.

Davis grabbed his jacket.

"Wait." I got up fast. "I think you might need me."

He paused. Ariel stared at me in disbelief. She protested with words that jumbled out of her mouth too fast for me to decipher.

I'd been the lead CSI in Gilberg for ten years before quitting to work real estate. I knew my way around dead bodies and active crime scenes and from what Davis just said, they might ruin the whole thing without some professional insight.

Davis knew about this which was the reason he was still waiting by the doorway. I could see it in his eyes. They needed my help.

"I'll be fine, baby." I winked at Ariel.

She scowled but she wasn't protesting anymore.

"Let's go."