Chapter Six

Zeke’s head jerked toward his office door when he heard a male voice yelling. He jumped up and walked out to see an older man leaning over Kayla’s desk. His face was red with anger.

Zeke moved toward the man. “Can I help you?”

Kayla and the man turned to him.

“No,” the man said. “Only Kayla can help me.”

“I don’t like the way you’re yelling, sir. Especially at my dispatcher.”

“Listen, Mister, I don’t know who you are, but you got no business…”

“Actually, I do.”

Kayla stood and held a hand out to the older man. “Georgie, don’t yell at our new sheriff. You know we’ll help you. Don’t we always?”

“Kayla,” Zeke warned. She took a few steps closer to the angry man.

She turned to him and held up a hand. “He’s okay, Sheriff. He just gets scared…”

“I need her to help me get Maude down.”

“Down from what?” Zeke asked.

“The tree.”

“Is Maude your cat?”

“No, she’s my wife.”

“Your wife?” Zeke barked.

“Yeah.”

“How about I call a deputy to help? Would that be okay?” Kayla asked.

Georgie nodded. “I would appreciate it, Kayla.”

“Go on home, and they’ll be there as soon as possible.”

The older man waved and walked out.

Zeke waited until she finished the call, then grabbed her hand and pulled her into his office.

“What are you doing?” She laughed as she ran to keep up with his long-legged stride.

He stopped abruptly in the doorway to his office and looked down at her. “I think you’re as attracted to me as I am to you. I want to put my hands on you, but I’ll understand if you don’t want me to touch you here or if you want to wait.”

She stuttered before she nodded. “I want that, too.”

He sat on the edge of his desk, pulled her between his legs, and held her steady with his hands on her hips.

“I don’t like you putting yourself in dangerous situations. Didn’t I warn you before what would happen?”

She rested her hands on his upper arms. “It wasn’t dangerous. Georgie comes in a few times a month frantic that his wife is in the tree.”

“How the hell does the woman get into the tree?”

Kayla chuckled. “She doesn’t.”

“What?” he asked, confused.

“His wife died a few years ago. After she passed, he started talking about Maude being in the tree. We don’t know why.”

“Maude?”

“Yeah,” Kayla said and nodded. “He’s never been the same. We think he’s in the early stages of dementia or Alzheimer’s. He doesn’t have any family. They didn’t have kids, and his wife took care of him. Since she passed, a few of us have tried to help him, but it’s getting to the point where he doesn’t remember us half the time and gets agitated. We know it’s only a matter of time before we have to put him in a home, but I’m afraid he’ll die if we do. He and his wife have lived in the same house for sixty years. It’s familiar to him, and he feels close to Maude.”

“That’s sad. I’m glad he has you.”

“It’s not just me that helps him.”

“You’re the sweetest sub I’ve ever met. I’ve only ever heard subs like you existed, but I’ve never met one.”

She snorted. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“I would.” He studied her face for a moment. “Little Sub, I’m going to kiss you now.”

She inhaled and then nodded. “Okay.”

He cupped her face in his hands, bent his head, and took her lips. Within seconds the kiss flew out of control, and she had her arms around his neck. He had one arm around her waist and the other hand cupped her ass to pull her tighter against him.

His fingers curled and pressed between her ass cheeks to push on her tight asshole. The sensation made her shiver, making his arousal rise. The thought of being in her ass almost made him groan. He knew she’d be tight. Tighter than anything he’d ever felt, and he couldn’t wait.

They broke apart suddenly when the front door slammed open.

She took a few steps back.

Zeke walked to the other side of his desk just as Fletcher came to the door. He felt the man’s gaze on him and the hostility spike as he looked back and forth between the two.

“I’ll get right on that, Sheriff,” she said and walked off. She kept her eyes down as she passed Fletcher.

Zeke relaxed back in his chair. “What do you need, Deputy?”

“I’m wondering if I can have next Tuesday off?”

“Sure. I’ll help the deputies if they need it.”

Fletcher nodded and turned to go. He turned back as if to ask something but instead smacked the doorjamb with the palm of his hand and left.

Zeke’s eyes narrowed. He knew the deputy suspected something was going on with him and Kayla, but he didn’t care. He was just worried about how he would treat Kayla. It was something to talk over with her. He needed to know that she would come to him if there were problems instead of trying to deal with them herself. Subs could be stubborn.

The anticipation of getting his hands on her again made it nearly impossible to concentrate on work for the rest of the day.

He heard several voices and looked toward his clock to see that it was time for Betsy to take over, and Kayla would go home.

When she came to his office, he was trying to decide on the best course of action.

“So, I’m headed home.”

He nodded. “Do you have time to go to the house with me? I want some ideas on the back patio.”

“Sure. Do you want me to meet you there?”

“No, I’ll come get you in about an hour,” he said. “Don’t eat because I’ll feed you.”

She bit down on her lip and nodded. “Okay. I’ll see you soon.” She turned and walked away.

Zeke smiled, and his cock hardened at the faint blush of part desire and part submissive innocence that overtook her face. Jesus, she affected him more than any other woman had. Instead of freaking him out, it made him feel content and fulfilled.

He was glad she was as affected by him as he was with her. He wante d— no, he neede d— to be inside of her and fucking her until they couldn’t walk, and then do it again and again.