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Harley ran his fingers through the silky strands of Keni's hair and watched as her head bobbed up and down on his swollen cock. God, he needed this today. After two days of being confined to bed and having to content himself with gentle hugs and kisses that led nowhere, he needed a release big time. It was hard holding himself still the way she had told him to, but she had also told him if she heard one grunt of pain she would stop and leave the room. Little witch, he would do it too. He would much rather have her straddling his hips or up on her hands and knees but no such luck and no such luck until the doctor told them it was okay.
"Damn honey, you do that so good, yeah, give daddy a good sample of what he's been missing." He saw her smile at him even as he fought the urge to ram his cock up and down. He also disliked not being able to give her pussy the kind of attention he had wanted to give it for a while. First with Kimber staying with them their sessions had been unusually quiet, and now this damn shoulder prevented him from doing anything but being a good boy. Well, almost, he had been able to do some playing but then she had gotten a Charlie horse in her leg, and it had turned more into a comedy of errors then a decent finger fuck.
She was moving up and down faster now, fondling his balls and stroking him where she couldn't take as deep as she wanted. He was getting close and he wanted to do something besides keep his hips still. Tightening his grip on her hair, he swallowed hard. Damn, she did that so fucking well, he had to do something, he had to fucking cum or he was going to go crazy.
"Yes baby, suck me, make me cum honey, I can't take anymore...come on honey, stop teasing me and get me fucking off!"
He came like a bullet from a gun and she swallowed hard to keep up with the huge load he gave her. Harley felt like it would never stop and he wondered how in hell she could keep up with it as he did. When at last it began to ebb, he saw a small amount dripping down on her chin and knew that she had tried her best. That made him smile. Taking his finger, he wiped it up and she sucked it from him.
"Hmm, that was nice honey, but I would much rather be filling up your pussy."
Keni nodded. "I'd much rather be taking it up there, but not till we're sure you're not going to hurt that shoulder. I don't like seeing you in pain, and that was pain I saw on your face earlier."
He couldn't deny it; he didn't like pain pills and how they made him feel. He had been killing some of it with a bottle of Jack Daniels his dad had brought over, but he didn't want to get totally bombed either. Damn that fucking ass brother of his. This was getting crazy. Did Waylon have any idea how close he had come to maybe killing Keni too? Not to mention anyone who might have been in the line of his fire? That bullet had gone through his shoulder, through the front door and into a wall made of solid pine, six inches thick. When they had tried to dig it out, the cops had found nothing more then a few pieces of it where it had shattered.
The sheriff had come out right after they had come home from the hospital. Earl Ray Jones had been the local law for the last twenty years, and while he and Harley had known their times as good and bad, Harley had to admit that he had to admire the man. He was professional and seldom let his personal feelings toward someone show. His deputy Kenny Ames was a guy that Harley had known as long as he had been alive almost and Kenny had teased him as soon as he saw the shoulder.
"So who's husband did you piss off this time Harley, told you that damn runaround attitude of yours would get you shot." Kenny had been talking to him but watching Keni move around the room making him comfortable at the same time. She was still wearing the blood splattered clothes and had the red in her hair. "You can just leave him in pain if you'd like to go get cleaned up miss."
Harley had laughed at the frozen look she gave him, before going back to what she was doing. "Forget it Kenny, she has a one track mind at times, and right now it's not on personal hygiene."
She had given him that same look as she spoke. "When I am done here, I will go get cleaned up, but until then, I would appreciate it if you let me do what the doctor ordered, if not I will call Patty and have her come out to take care of you."
Since Patty had given him a good talking to about hospital rules and how a patient having his girlfriend in bed with him was not allowed, among other things, he had shut up. Both Earl Ray and Kenny had laughed and taken the coffee J.J. had brought up from his mom. A few minutes later, Keni had went in, showered, and come out in fresh clothes and looking as good as she ever did when she was fresh and clean.
"So what can I tell you sheriff?" She was all sober and very serious now, this was their bedroom and she didn't seem to appreciate having it invaded by law men.
"When did all this start with Waylon?"
Harley had listened as she told Earl Ray all that had happened from the very start, keeping out the more personal details, but telling how he had tried to grope her that Sunday, and been pissed off when she turned him down several times for dates when he was well aware that she and Harley were together. She told him about Dean finding the whiskey bottles and the phone calls, and the day he had slapped her in the grocery store parking lot. Then she told him how Waylon had been parking across the road for the last three or four days and watching as she came out to check the mail, then driving off once she was back in the house. She described the car and repeated every thing Waylon had said to her.
"When Harley was shot, what made you so sure it was Waylon who did it, he's made a few enemies around here after all...?"
She bit her lower lip. "I don't doubt that, knowing what he was like, but this is personal, I can't help feeling that in my stomach. I'm no coward Sheriff, but he terrifies me, there's a look in his eyes, one that just seems to grow as he looks at me or Harley...I can't explain it, I can't even say I understand it, but he hates me, hates Harley and he's on the edge."
"The edge...?"
She shivered and Harley watched as she hugged herself. "Yesterday, when I went to get the mail, I was holding Scooter Wilson's little girl Kimber, and it was like the hair just stood up on the back of my neck when I saw him. He was looking at me like I was some piece of meat and he couldn't decide where to start carving. Kimber felt it too, she was getting restless in my arms and when he pulled out, and you could just hear his fury."
