Night Fall on Dark Mountain by Delilah Devlin Page B

at the side of the road.
    Its hood was raised. He’d recognize the battered blue paint anywhere. Eyeing Todd’s disappearing tail lights, he cursed and pulled his cruiser in front of Stasi’s truck.
    He climbed out and walked back to her truck. Stepping on the foot rail, he peered into the cab, but didn’t see her inside. He walked around the back, but still didn’t see a trace of her.
    Perhaps she’d already gotten a lift. Assuming she was headed to the meeting as well, he strode back to his cruiser.
    “Hey there, Sheriff.”
    Stasia’s soft greeting tightened his body instantly. God, would he ever grow inured to her appeal? He hoped not.
    He turned and his heart stopped.
    Stasia stood naked beside her truck.
    He swallowed, fighting for the proper reserve. “Not afraid of hurting your feet on the gravel?”
    “I welcome the pain,” she said softly.
    “I’m guessing you aren’t headed to the meeting.”
    “I was planning on being there after they get past the formalities…” She lowered her gaze and added. “If that’s agreeable with you.”
    Christ, what timing. Here she was, giving him the subservience he’d demanded, and he didn’t have time to show her how pleased he was.
    “Stasi…” He stepped closer to caress the nipple pointing right at him. “I can’t do this now. I have to go.”
    Her head came up, her dark almond eyes pleading. “I was hoping you’d let me service your cock before we go into the meeting. To relax you.”
    That full upper lip pouted, teasing him. He’d waited forever to see it closing around his dick. “Baby, you know I’d love that, but now’s not the time.”
    Her hand cupped him through his pants, sliding to trace his length. “Five minutes? I can get you off quick, I promise.”
    A groan nearly escaped his throat. He’d never enjoyed this particular sexual act with her before, although he’d dreamed about it often. He’d been wary of letting her teeth get too close to the most vulnerable parts of his body. “I can’t. Really,” he said, trapping her hand beneath his, but not moving it off his cock—it felt too damn good. “Need a ride to the meeting?”
    Stasia stepped closer, and her tits grazed his chest. “My truck works just fine.” Her fingers toyed with the buttons at the top of his shirt. “You sure?”
    His cock protested, filling despite his best efforts to will it into remaining tucked against his thigh. “Get your clothes on before someone else comes along,” he said, regretting that the words came out more harsh-sounding than he’d intended.
    Her crestfallen expression had him hoping she’d still be as malleable later.
    But the feeling of dread that had ridden his back since he’d received the call, hadn’t lessened. “Get dressed, Stasi. Hurry it up.”
    She shoved at his chest and flounced away, her bottom jiggling as she walked around the back of her pickup truck and into the bushes to retrieve her clothing.
    The sound of another car coming down the road rumbled in the distance and her head popped up, her eyes rounding. “Do you want them to see me?”
    Startled by her question, it took him a moment to realize she was still his willing slave, asking whether he wanted her humiliated for his pleasure. “No, Stasi. Get into the bushes and dress. I’ll be right here. But get a move on.”
    The car came into sight surrounded by a cloud of dust and slowed to a stop beside him.
    Amos Hughes, an old-timer in the pack, squinted at the truck. “The McGwyre girl havin’ a bit a trouble?”
    “No trouble at all. She’s, um…relieving herself.”
    His bushy gray eyebrows rose when his gaze dropped to the prominent ridge of Alec’s cock. “Sure she is.” He winked and continued on his way.
    Alec gave Stasia a couple more minutes, and then stomped into the woods after her. “Dammit, Stasi! I don’t have time for games. Where the hell are you?”
    When she didn’t respond, his heart beat hammered faster, and he retraced his steps