Clothing the Naked Sheriff [Celestial Nights 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  Hearing the car door shut immediately sent a chill up Landon’s spine and made his poor penis jump and throb like crazy. He still couldn’t see shit, thanks to the headlights on the vehicle parked right in front of the cabin, and apparently Pisces got infatuated with Henry again. God, Landon really needed to have a talk with him about when the right time was to play with one’s dick.

  The sounds of someone slowly walking up the front steps had Landon screaming, “Pisces, get the fuck out here, now. We have company!”

  Just then, the front door was kicked open and all Landon could see was a shadow. He couldn’t tell if it were a man or woman, but when he heard the telltale sound of a click, he knew whomever it was aiming a gun right at him.

  “Geez, baby,” Pisces said, walking back into the room. “I swear every time I touch Henry he is so happy to see me. So, baby, are you ready to begin?”

  “Uh, Pisces, we’re not alone,” Landon muttered, not taking his eyes off the intruder.

  “Who’s here?” Pisces asked, and then stopped moving. Landon looked over to his left and saw Pisces. He could only assume from his position that he could see whoever it was that had walked in. But before Landon could say another word, or warn Pisces, the beautiful bastard smiled, running toward the intruder with arms wide open, and shouted, “Princess Sugar-Britches!

  It was then that Landon closed his eyes and grimaced as the gun went off.

  Chapter Five

  “So this is what it feels like to be shot by Cupid’s arrow?” Pisces moaned as he lay on the floor in the living room grinning like an idiot.

  “No, jackass. That’s what it feels like to be shot by a nine-millimeter slug!” Angelica shouted, walking over the naked moron to get to her partner Landon.

  “You didn’t have to shoot him, Ace,” Landon said as she started to untie him.

  “How was I supposed to know he wasn’t armed?”

  “Ace…he’s naked.”

  “Yeah, well, it it’s dark,” she deadpanned. “So you want to tell me what in the hell you and Peter Pan were doing?”

  Grinning, Landon asked, “Would you believe me if I said we were playing cops and robbers?”

  Angelica said nothing more as she finished untying Landon. When he was free, she stepped aside as he went to help the naked sheriff to his feet. Why Landon was concerned about the oaf, she had no clue. As far as she was concerned, he could lay there and bleed to death. Of course, for that to happen, she shouldn’t have just nicked him. She may have wanted to put the bullet where it would do the most damage, but she wasn’t allowed to kill him. She was there to protect him and to get the information the bureau needed to apprehend and bring in Mr. Hummel. Until that happened, she would have to stow her happy trigger finger.

  “Come on, Pisces. Let’s get you cleaned up,” she heard Landon say as he helped Pisces from the room.

  “She shot me?” Pisces said as if he were shocked about the outcome.

  “I did try to warn ya.”

  “She really shot me.”

  “Yeah, she did, buddy. Come on.”

  “Wow, she must really like me then.”

  “Sure, Pisces, she likes you enough to empty her clip the next time you run at her naked. Don’t you have one ounce of self-preservation in you? I told you someone was here. Why didn’t you listen to me?”

  “She was like a morning breeze. She blew into my life, and I was in awe,” Pisces muttered as if he were dreaming.

  “Uh-huh, she blew in all right, and she blew the bullet right through you.”

  “I’m in love.”

  “It’s the shock. You’ll get over it.”

  When Landon and Pisces disappeared down the hall, Angelica shook her head and went back outside to her vehicle to retrieve her bags. She was already regretting this assignment. Hell, she hadn’t even been on the job five seconds and she had already shot the fucker! But hey, the director wanted her here to get the information, and that was exactly what she was going to do, even if she had to personally kill Pisces to get it.

  Landon didn’t reappear until later, and by then, Angelica had claimed a bedroom. Setting all of her equipment up, she was laying on the bed, watching the sunrise over the Rocky Mountains. She knew she was no longer alone, and who had come into the room. However, after seeing him in all of his glory, chained and with another naked man, it didn’t take a genius to realize that her partner was gay. Though it should have made her happy that Landon had someone, she wasn’t. Her heart ached, and she felt ten kinds of stupid.

  Growing up, she never did the boyfriend thing, even if half of the boys in town wanted to date her while the other half pissed their pants from just looking at her. Cursed from birth, she tried to hide how she looked, but nothing short of shaving her head bald and getting a full body tattoo was going to change the fact that she had been blessed in the looks department.

  Raised without a mother or father, she was never shown how to tame what was blatantly obvious. As she entered high school, nobody taught her how to handle unwanted advancements, but thanks to her schools extracurricular activities, she learned one of the most valuable lessons in her life… She learned how to shoot. After college she applied to the Federal Academy, and thanks to good grades and high marks on her physical exam, she thought she found her place in the world. Among the best of the best, the Academy’s students were revered for intelligence, aptitude, stamina and the ability to shoot straight. She excelled in everything she tried, yet she could get past the stigma of being called a beauty queen. So, she participated in one little old pageant to appease her high school English teacher. How the fuck was she going to know that it was a nationally televised pageant where the winner was given a five-year modeling career? Oh, Angelica won the pageant, and walked away from the beauty career, but took the money and got a degree in criminal justice. She didn’t want to be some airheaded bimbo who only relied on her looks to get her places in life. No, she wanted to make a name for herself, through hard work and dedication. Instead of doing that, she was stuck in bumfuck nowheresville, with a naked sheriff who liked tying up her partner whom she had a massive crush on. Oh yeah, life was peachy!

  “You okay?”

  “You got clothes on?” she asked, not bothering to roll over and look.

  When Landon chuckled and said, “Yeah,” she turned and looked at him, only to watch his face fall.

  Clothes my ass. How was a pair of low-riding faded denim jeans and nothing else clothes? The man looked like sex on a stick. She should have known that Landon was built like a brick shit house. Though his hair had started to gray at the temples, the rest of him was hot, seasoned, virile, man-a-licious, yummy sex candy. Just looking at him hurt her eyes. His body was a sculpted masterpiece, with rippling muscles, a one-of-a-kind sleeve tattoo that she’d never seen before, a narrow waist, and a bulge in his jeans that was making her pussy cream!

  If she had half a fucking brain in her head, she would pack up her shit and head back to Denver, hand in her resignation, and go work for Hooters, because there was no way she could stay here with him knowing that her partner and the freaky ding-dong next door were mattress mambo lovers.

  “Ace,” he sighed, coming closer. “Why are you crying?”

  “I’m not,” Angelica sniffed and rolled back over. She hadn’t cried in years, and she was definitely not crying over him. She said nothing when the bed dipped, or when she felt Landon crawl behind her. She wanted to push him away when his arms came around her waist, but the feel of him holding her was too much, and before she could stop him, she let loose all of her emotions and cried openly.

  “Wanna talk about it?”

  “I wanna wash the last few hours from my head.”

  Chuckling, Landon replied, “It wasn’t that bad.”

  “No, Landon, the Mars rover landing in the Kremlin is bad. What I saw was…was like Freddie Kruger and Michael Myers running a fucking daycare! I’m going to have nightmares for weeks. What the hell? Why didn’t you tell me? I’m yo
ur partner.”

  “You’re right,” Landon sighed. “You are my partner, but I’ve never had to explain myself. You were my first partner, and I felt it was a need-to-know basis.”

  “And I didn’t need to know.”

  “Well, I’m telling you now. Does that count?”

  “No.”

  “Didn’t think so,” Landon mumbled, and then asked, “So how long are you going to be mad at me?”

  Sighing, Angelica rolled over and faced him. God he looked more handsome close up, and what the hell was she smelling? Landon McGraw! “I’m not mad at you, well, maybe a little bit. Look, just give me some time to get over the shock, and I’ll be just fine. In the meantime, we have a job to do. As far as I’m concerned, the sooner we get the information on Mr. Hummel, the quicker I can get back to civilization.”

  Angelica felt Landon freeze and knew there was more he wasn’t telling her. Her inner O-Fuck-A-Meter was pinging big time as Landon rolled over onto his back. When he didn’t say anything, Angelica wondered if he was trying to figure out on how to break the bad news. However when seconds turned into minutes, Angelia got out of bed, calmly walked over to the dresser, and grabbed her gun. Clicking off the safely, she pulled back on the chamber and loaded a bullet, then aimed it directly at Landon.

  “What the fuck, Ace!” Landon shouted, shooting up out of the bed and slowly backing away toward the door.

  “I’ve had a real shitty day, Michaels. I’ve been given a case that any desk jockey could have handled, but because of that idiot in the next room, I am once again ensconced in Kumbaya-land. I’ve had to drive all night, only to be stopped by a witch and her coven looking to summon some fucking God named Fury. Then if that wasn’t enough, I arrive to find your naked ass hogtied and that moron running toward me as if he was actually happy to see me. I’ve had it. My give-a-shit meter is empty. So I figure you have one minute to tell me what the fuck is going on before I give you a matching bullet wound so you and your boyfriend can compare scratches.”

  * * * *

  Pisces was in the bathroom admiring his very own mark of love. Everything was unfolding beautifully, and when his Princess Sugar-Britches walked into his world, and shot him, she might as well been flashing a neon light. She wanted him bad enough to hurt him. Sighing, he smiled, leaning back against the cold tiled wall as he replayed that momentous moment over and over again in his head.

  Pushing off the wall, Pisces hit the play button on his iPod. Instantly the sounds of The Miracles’s “Love Machine” surrounded him as he started to groove to the music. God he felt as if he were heaven. Everything was right in his world, and now all he had to do was see this plan through. He knew that everything would work out because he had asked the Gods for their blessing. He figured since he didn’t get a direct response, it was okay, because every time he thought of Landon and his Princess Sugar-Britches, Henry would perk right up and want to play. Knowing that no God would bestow such a heavenly masterpiece on just anyone, that was all the response he needed. Dancing to the music, he twirled around and started the shower. As much as his mark of love warmed his heart, the bitch hurt and he needed to get himself cleaned up so he could present himself to his ladylove, because he was told all women fainted at the sight of blood.

  He wasn’t ready for that, and since he hadn’t been over to see Hercules in months, he figured first thing in the morning, he would head over to the gym and get pumped. He wanted to be perfect for Angelica. Of course, stopping to look in the mirror, he knew he was already perfect enough, but a little weight wouldn’t hurt, and he would do it, too.

  “It won’t be much longer now, Henry. Soon, our Princess will be on bended knee giving the universe thanks for our devotion.” When Henry jumped, Pisces stroked his dearest friend and stepped into the shower. He had just closed the shower door when he heard a gun go off.

  Laughing, he looked down at Henry and said, “I guess she loves Landon, too.”

  Chapter Six

  “I swear to god above, Landon. If you don’t make him stop, I will,” Angelica seethed the next morning. Landon thought being shot by Ace was bad, knowing her temper and all, but that paled in comparison the look she was giving him now. Yeah, his arm ached, but if Pisces didn’t tone down the charm, the raging migraine he woke with this morning was going to burst.

  Though Pisces believed that winning Ace’s affections was going to be easy, Landon thought differently, and thus had prepared an emergency kit for the fallout. Everything was ready from sterile gauze bandages to a cast kit, just in case she broke his leg over his head. What Pisces failed to understand was that Angelica Clementine Emerson had one nasty temper on her when provoked. And from the twitching in her left eye, Landon knew that she was ready to blow.

  “Ace, why don’t you go into town for a bit? I’ll stay and talk with Pepé Le Pew.”

  “Fine!” she growled, heading for the front door, but turned at the last minute, making him jump. “But if he isn’t somewhat normal by the time I return, and I mean clothed and gagged, I will not be held responsible for my actions. I mean it, Landon, make him understand.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Landon quickly replied as Ace slammed the front door. Turning, Landon went in search of the pain in the ass. When Landon couldn’t find him in any of the rooms, he went outside, praying Pisces was just sunbathing. Instead of finding Pisces, he found an empty spot where the Celestial sheriff’s Jeep should have been parked.

  Fuck!

  Heading back into the house, Landon grabbed his keys and wallet. Heading for his truck, he just prayed he got to Pisces before Ace really hurt him.

  The morning had started wonderfully. Waking next to Pisces always put a smile on his face, even though his shoulder was killing him. He thanked God that Ace only nicked him, but still that scratch hurt. Instead of dwelling on it, he’d rolled over and snuggled next to Pisces, who was already awake, playing with Henry.

  “You keep playing with him, Pisces, and Henry will be too exhausted to play with Ace,” Landon said, leaning over to kiss him. When Pisces returned the kiss, Landon groaned, taking the kiss deeper. Without a single word spoken, Pisces’s head tilted to opposite side as Landon took advantage. Landon knew he and Pisces were more than lovers, and his future resided with the man in his arms. The only thing missing was Ace, and he hoped, soon, she would come around, making their trio something magnificent. Landon became instantly erect as his tongue parted Pisces lips and entwined with his. His arms slid from Pisces’s waist and wrapped around his neck in a natural movement. Purely sexual, Landon devoured Pisces with his kiss, needing to be closer to him.

  Reaching up, Landon wrapped his arms around Pisces’s body, his erection pressing hard against him. His fingers gently explored Pisces stomach and his chest.

  While Landon’s fingers found Pisces belly button and his nipples, his mouth kissed his shoulders and back, and his hips pushed against him again. Pisces face and shoulders turned toward Landon, their lips meeting once more as Pisces moved against Landon’s own cock.

  Landon’s lust for Pisces grew, and so did his courage. Pulling him even closer, Landon felt his way down Pisces’s body. Pisces’s penis, Henry, felt wonderful as he became more and more aroused. Landon could feel the stiffening shaft and the swelling head. He began to stroke Pisces’s cock gently, knowing Pisces didn’t like Henry being manhandled. Landon breathed heavily onto the skin of his back, and he felt Pisces become extremely hard with his touch.

  “I need you,” Landon murmured against his lover’s smooth skin.

  “Not stopping you,” Pisces replied huskily.

  Landon turned to Pisces to face him. The warmth from their bodies merged, and their tongues met once again. Exploring the contours of Pisces back, Landon reached low and grabbed a hold of the firmest ass on the planet as Pisces ground his cock against him, their cocks pulling and rubbing against one another. Pisces grinned and then slowly moved down his body. Landon was enraptured with the man before him. Pisces gaze was lustful as
he took in the sight before him. His fingers were gentle and soft as he reached his destination. His hand was delicate yet firm as he began to stroke Landon’s cock.

  While Pisces stroked Landon’s cock with his right hand, his left slid up the back of Landon’s leg, over the cheek of his ass, to the small of his back and then back down again. When Pisces opened his mouth, Landon’s breath hitched, and before he could utter a moan, Pisces began swirling his tongue around the thick head of Landon’s erect cock. The warmth and wetness of his tongue had Landon holding his breath. His hand encircled his balls, gently rolling them in his fingers as the head of his cock disappeared into his lover’s mouth. Landon could only throw his head back and close his eyes when he felt Pisces’s mouth slide along the length of him.

  Landon looked down as Pisces’s mouth moved again, exposing his shaft. Landon ran his fingers through Pisces’s hair as he slowly moved his cock in and then out of his mouth. Landon felt his tongue glide along the underside of his shaft, and Pisces’s fingers make their way between his cheeks to press against his hole.

  Landon decided to take a little more control of the situation as his knees began to shake a bit. Pulling out of his mouth, Landon crooked his finger, beckoning Pisces forward. When Pisces reached him, Landon grabbed his face and pushed his tongue into his lover’s mouth and rolled Pisces onto his back. Landon spread Pisces’s legs, kneeling between them, as he kissed him more passionately than he would have ever imagined.

  On his knees, Landon lifted Pisces’s hips until his lover’s legs were hanging over his shoulders. Pisces’s cock stood strong and erect, yet Landon sucked Pisces’s balls into his mouth. He swirled one and then the other with his tongue as he stared into his lover’s eyes. Landon continued sucking as he reached for Pisces cock and started stroking him with a firm grasp, coaxing a milky liquid from deep within his shaft.