“Tell me Russ, exactly what are you getting out of all of this?”

“What do you mean?” the Sheriff asked, looking back at him from the rearview mirror.

“I’ve never known you to be quite so dedicated to doing your job. We both know that you know I didn’t kill Cyrus, but you seem awfully determined to get me in jail. Was I not supposed to survive the night? I think you’ll find Kennedy and Cole aren’t going to let you kill me.”

“I don’t want you dead, but somebody did kill your old man, and you’re the only suspect without an alibi…”

Clay paled. This was worse that he thought. The Sheriff actually believed he’d killed Cyrus.

***

He’d barely been booked before Cole and Kennedy had shown up. It had been a long night where Kennedy managed to keep them from putting him in a cell, and Cole had taken up the sport of baiting the Sheriff. His lawyer and his brother were an effective team. The day had brightened considerably when the aroma of Serena’s cinnamon rolls, and Serena herself, wafted in from the department’s bullpen into the small interview room.

Kennedy smiled. “Serena’s here.”

“I know. I can smell her.” Clay said.

“I love the smell of yeast and cinnamon,” sighed Kennedy. “I tried to tell her to rest, but she was insistent that she couldn’t sleep.”

Clay nodded. “Baking relaxes her.”

She thought he’d been speaking of the rolls. No, he could smell Serena’s own unique fragrance. Troubling though, was that he could also detect fear, although she was doing a great job of keeping that from flowing down the tether to him.

The door to the interview room opened and the Sheriff let her in.

“I’m surprised you’re letting Serena join us,” said Kennedy in the same even tone she’d been using all night.

“I told him that if I could see Clay, I’d let him have some cinnamon rolls.” There was no hint of sarcasm in Serena’s voice.

Clay laughed.

“That’s not what I said, but I do appreciate you letting my deputies and I have some.”

Kennedy grinned. “Don’t worry, Sheriff. I won’t add bribery to the list of charges I’m going to want you brought up on. I’ve heard Serena’s cinnamon rolls never make it through the breakfast rush.”

Cole pushed past the Sheriff into the interview room, nabbing two cinnamon rolls and silencing Kennedy’s rebuke by shoving a cinnamon roll in her mouth before taking a bite out of the other one. “The judge has been called,” said Cole, before taking another bite. “and said that since everybody was already here, he’d just join us. Arguably, that might have also had something to do with knowing Serena brought cinnamon rolls.”

Kennedy laughed. “Jurisprudence in a small town. I was about to make some scathing big city-lawyer type remark and then I tasted these. Oh my God, they’re delicious. Screw becoming a paralegal again. Let’s you and me open a bakery. Nothing but cinnamon rolls. We’ll make a fortune.”

Serena grinned. “I’m only doing this one paralegal gig for you as long as you’re in town. Once you leave, it’s back to full time at the diner. Eventually, I think Wes will let me buy it.”

The judge arrived and the Sheriff allowed Serena to stay with Clay while Kennedy and Cole spoke with the judge. After only a miute, Cole stepped back in to the room where Serena was was waiting in order to grab the plate of cinnamon rolls.

“I’ll just take these with me,” he said with a grin.

The minute the door closed, Clay pulled her into his lap.

“God, I missed you,” he said.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m fine, baby. I’ve been with Kennedy all night. Cole has had a marvelous time taunting the Sheriff, who finally let poor Shep and Jimmy go home. How long do you think this will take?”

“Well, the judge has to swear everyone in and then has to listen to arguments on both sides. Why? Do you have some place you need to be?” she teased.

“No, but there aren’t any cameras in here.”

***

She could feel his cock throbbing beneath her. Was he mad?

“Clay, we can’t.”

“Serena, we can,” he said before helping her off his lap and onto the table that was bolted to the floor in the dead center of the room.

Clay stepped back and his eyes burned with arousal and need. She knew it was lust as it flowed down the tether and washed over her. The immediate effect was that her nipples stiffened, and desire swirled in her belly, radiating out and making her wet.

“Take off your sweater and bra. Show me your tits.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“They’re mine and I’ve missed them. I didn’t take the time to really enjoy them the other night. Now, Serena. I don’t want to repeat myself.”

There was no mistaking the command in his voice. Part of her wanted to balk, but the other knew he was feeling completely adrift and was looking for control.

Serena pulled her sweater and the sports bra she’d had beneath it over her head in one coordinated move. Clay stood back, staring at her; his eyes caressing her breasts and making her nipples harden even more.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said as he reached out to cup her breast, squeezing it gently before splaying his hand across it and rubbing his palm against the sensitized tip.

Serena moaned in response. Her brain was screaming that this was insanity, but that part of her body was no longer in charge. She felt her pussy pulse in rhythm with his breathing. Clay stepped between her legs and brought his hands up to play with both breasts—pushing them together and then pulling them apart. He fondled them in their entirety before playing with her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.

He continued his ministrations until he leaned down and sucked pert peek into his mouth. Serena came close to orgasming on the spot. Her eyes rolled backed into her head as she leaned onto her elbows and forearms.

“Clay, this is insanity.”

He lifted his head from her nipple. “Serena, this is absolutely necessary.”

She couldn’t get her legs closed back together because he was standing between them. He suckled first one breast and then the other, ensuring that the one not in his mouth was being treated to his fingers, thumbs, and palms. His mouth totally enveloped her areola, licking in concentric circles until it flicked the very tip before giving it the edge of his teeth.

Finally, he left her chest and kissed his way up her throat and chin until he reached her mouth. His tongue surged past her parted lips and swept through her mouth as he ground his hard cock against the intersecting seam of her leggings.

Clay pulled away and brought her up onto her feet before grasping the elastic waistband and stripping her leggings down and off. He turned her around and pushed her face down over the wooden table; the edge dug into the juncture of her body where her legs met her torso. As he stepped back up against her, his cock nudged her. At some point. he’d opened the fly of his jeans.

He ran his hands along the tops of her shoulders, gliding down her spine before caressing her bare ass. Clay slid his hand between her legs, parting her labia and tickling the opening to her core with his fingertips.

“So nice and wet,” he murmured as he guided his cock to where his fingers had been. With one powerful surge, he was rocking her up to her toes as she bit her fist to keep from crying out as she climaxed.

There was something about Clay and the way he mounted her and took possession that drove her right over the precipice more often than not. She reached back to grab the edge of the table with one hand while keeping her other fist lodged in her mouth.

Clay fucked her hard from behind. This was not the seductive lovemaking of the night before last. This was pure, raw lust. He was in the grip of a primal force that needed to assure himself she was his. His hands grasped her hips in a way she knew would leave marks.

He grunted and groaned as the fever seized him, pounding into her, possessing her, dominating her, making the connection physically that existed now at all times through the bonding link. She’d never had as much sex in her life as she had with Clay and yet she couldn’t seem to get enough. She wondered if they’d ever just settle into the same old routine, but she doubted it.

Clay fucked her for the longest time, freeing her from her earthly bonds. The sound of his flesh meeting hers as he thrust in and out was combined with their mutual moans and sighs. He pumped into her in time with his breathing. Serena came again and he picked up the pace.

She bit into her fist to keep from screaming as he drove his cock as deep as he could get. His hands tightened on her hips when he gave a final, almost vicious thrust then held himself deep inside her, giving her back his full weight and filling her with his cum.

He gently kissed her claiming mark before lifting up and stepping back, putting his still semi-erect cock away and rebuttoning his jeans. He assisted her as she dressed, kissing and caressing along the way. She’d barely had time to get presentable before there was a knock on the door.

“Do they usually knock before coming into the interview room?” she asked, feeling the heat from a blush suffuse her cheeks.

He wrapped his arms around her and nuzled her neck. “They do if they have half a brain and don’t want me looking to put their eyes out for seeing you naked.”

She rolled her eyes. “You really are the most impossible man.”

“Come in,” called Clay.

The door opened and a grinning Cole stepped in. He sniffed the air and Serena was certain he could tell they’d had sex.

“I rather thought you might take advantage to enjoy a far tastier treat than those cinnamon rolls.”

“You didn’t leave any for us to enjoy,” said Clay.

“And if you’d have preferred them to the pleasure to be had with your mate, you’re no brother of mine. I’ll have your bail revoked immediately.”

Serena wriggled out of Clay’s embrace and walked past Cole, trailing her finger across his chest. Smiling back at her mate, she said to Cole, “No worries there. He’s all Waverly.”