"Can we help you, Sherriff Easton?" I asked, my words more polite than my tone.
"Well, now, I don't know," Jed said. "We received a report of a weapon being discharged out here on the property, and I thought I'd come out to make sure no one is being harmed, especially as we've got a celebrity in town. Obviously one with questionable taste in men."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" River said.
"Were you invited in, Jed?" Cade stood behind him. "I don't recall ever telling you that you had an invitation back on my property again."
Jed turned toward Cade, his expression colored with irritation, followed by something that looked like embarrassment when he saw June approach. "There were reports of a shot fired," he said.
"Didn't hear any shots fired," Cade said. "Did any of you?"
I shook my head. "Nope."
"You got a warrant, Jed?" Cade paused for a minute. "Didn't think so. Get the hell off my property. You have ten seconds to leave before I get my shotgun."
A slow smile crept over Jed's face. "I should take you in for threatening an officer of the law, Cade." He spit on the ground beside him. "But I'll attribute that outburst to your guilt over Stan's death."
Cade clenched his fists, and if June hadn't have stepped in, one of us would have hit Jed, I'm sure. I didn't know what the fuck he was talking about when it came to Stan, but the way that fuckstick looked at River before and the way he talked, shit, I figured it'd be worth the assault charge.
"Cade," June said, her hand on her arm. "Don't. It's not worth it."
But Jed was backing down. Apparently the guy had a sense of self-preservation. "My father, Jed Easton Sr., would like to pay his respects, Ms. Andrews, as the mayor of this town, and welcome you to West Bend." Jed was nearly to his car before he turned around. "I trust your visit will be a short one."
He backed down the driveway, stopping to say something to the paparazzi gathered at the end before driving down the road. I could see a few of them snapping photos of the four of us standing outside and motioned Cade and June inside.
Inside the house, June set down Stan, who immediately toddled over to River. She bent down to pick him up. "How are you, gorgeous?"
"What an asshole," I said, half under my breath.
"You have no idea," June said.
"What did he mean about Stan?"
Cade's expression darkened. "Stan was my father. I hold Jed responsible for his death."
"Jesus H."
"He'll get what's coming to him," June said, her eyes flashing with anger. "Eventually. You know what they say about karma."
Stan toddled over to Cade, and Cade picked him up. "You shouldn't have any more trouble with the reporters on the property at least, not with the Sherriff being out here too. For now, anyway."
***
CHAPTER TWENTY
RIVER
“Come here,” Elias said. He took my hand in his and led me toward the bed, picked me up and sat me on the edge of the mattress. He was so close to me, his erection practically begging for my attention. I stroked him gently, and he groaned, the sound barely audible, except to me.
He found a condom and rolled it onto his length while I watched, admiring the way he made it look sexy. I found every movement of this guy’s sexy. I’d never felt that way about anyone before. I wasn’t stupid enough to think it was anything but lust; but as far as lust-filled experiences go, I hadn’t had many and I hadn’t expected to have many, not with all the baggage I was carrying. But Elias was starting to challenge the assumptions I'd made about lots of things.
He entered me, one hand cupping my ass cheek where I had begun to slide off the mattress, and the other stroking my breast while his movements grew quicker. “Fuck, you feel so good, River,” he groaned.
I lost track of everything but us-there was nothing else that mattered except him fucking me. No reporters outside, no worries about what I was going to do or what was going to happen after this, no fear about when I was going to have to return to Hollywood.
He slid his hand to my face, and slipped the edge of his thumb in my mouth, his palm against my cheek. I sucked on his finger as he brought me higher and higher with his cock, the whole time thinking about how he would feel in my mouth.
“Shit,” he said. “The way you suck my finger…”
Hearing him say that pushed me over the edge. I warned him, my voice barely more than a whimper. “I’m going to come.” The orgasm overtook me, not giving me a chance to wait for him, and I came hard, crying out.
He followed, thrusting into me one final time before I heard him yell.
Afterward, Elias leaned forward onto me, his head near my shoulder. "That was round one," he said. "Rest up, because I've got more planned for you."
***
Elias stroked the top of my forehead, pushing my hair back from my face. "Are you going to tell me how you got the cut on your leg?" he asked, abruptly.
My heart raced. "That's out of nowhere," I said.
"It's not from shaving," he said. "I noticed before and didn't say anything."