The Help
I kinda hate this title but it was inspired by the movie and I couldn’t make my brain think of anything else
Lee Bodecker x his black female maid reader who is way overqualified for the job
14k words
Warnings: 18+ only!!! Contains: mommy and daddy kink, a bit of breeding kink, smut, protected sex, unprotected sex, and here’s the big one: there’s one ‘negro’. It’s a period fic and a sign of the times so there you go. You’ve been properly warned. Consume at your own risk.
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“Lee! This place is a fucking mess!” Sandy calls as she steps into her brother’s house.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do about it?” Lee grunts back from the staircase, cigarette hanging from his lips as he pulls on his jacket.
“It’s embarrassing! You’re the sheriff. You live in sty,” she sighs picking up a shirt from the floor. “Really?” She asks holding up the garment. “Do you expect mom to get up out of her grave and clean up after you?”
He just ignores her continuing to the kitchen to make a sandwich.
“Are you listening to me?”
“Hard not to,” Lee mutters.
“These ash trays haven’t been emptied since the last time I came over. And what’s with all these wrappers?” Sandy brushes a pile of candy wrappers into an overflowing trashcan. “Why don’t you hire someone?”
“Ain’t nobody got money for that,” Lee replies into his sandwich. He had to avoid three slices of moldy bread and all he had was cheese and mayonnaise in the fridge. He’d just grab something else on his way to work.
“You have a Cadillac and Lincoln and if you had someone cooking for you, you wouldn’t spend so much at the diners and drive ins.” Lee continues to ignore her to grab a Coke from the fridge. “What are you saving all this money for? Hoping one of those hoes you fuck around with will show up with a kid?”
“God, I hope not,” Lee sighs. Maybe he should hire someone. Be nice to have a home cooked meal. Not just add to the mess anymore. He could use a woman’s touch around here…
“You know someone?” He finally asks, a lazy drawl in his voice as he levels his gaze with his sister.
She just smirks back at him. “A friend of mine’s sister is looking for work.”
“Friend of yours? You got shitty friends, Sand,” Lee goads.
“She’s a friend from work,” Sandy explains.
“‘Nother waitress?” She nods. “And it’s her sister?” She nods again. “Ever met her?”
“I have. She comes around the diner sometimes. She’s nice. Educated. She just graduated from college.”
“Why the hell she want to be a maid?”
“She moved back here to take care of their mom. It’s temporary. Until you finally find a wife that can take care of you.”
Lee let’s out an exasperated huff. “Send her over Monday morning.”
Sandy grins triumphantly. “You’re gonna love her.”
“Whatever,” Lee grumbles and lights another cigarette. “Get out of my house. I gotta get to work.”
The next Monday, you stand waiting on an unfamiliar porch in a starched blue dress with a canvas bag of cleaning supplies. You were desperate for anything at his point. Meade was a place you hoped you never had to return to. After you got accepted into Spelman you kissed this place goodbye and refused to look back.
Then your mom got sick your senior year.
So you started to spend your summers out here instead of having fun with your friends. And after graduating nursing school, instead of taking an offer from a innovative hospital with competitive pay in San Francisco, you were stuck back in your backwards home town that still had signs for ‘colored’ and ‘white’ over the water fountains.
There wasn’t a position for a black nurse here. They’d let you work as a custodian but they “didn't have a place for a woman of your stature”. The ‘black’ hospital was thirty minutes away and they couldn’t afford to take on anyone else. They could barely afford their skeleton staff alone. Unless you wanted to work for free with an hour long commute, you were stuck either cleaning or waiting tables or stocking groceries because this place was stuck in the 1800s!
“It’s just for now,” you remind yourself under your breath. Just until you could convince your mom to move to California with you. Your sister has two kids and a full time job. She can only help her so much. So you turned down that job to take care of her. She’d have better care in a bigger city. A better life in general. But old people are reluctant to change. It’d take some time to convince her but you refuse to waste away in this hell hole with the worst people in America.
You’ll have an apartment overlooking the water and be working at a cutting edge hospital by next summer.
“It’s just for now,” you repeat. You hear a heavy set of footsteps approach the door.
Your sister said he was the sheriff. Her coworker’s brother. Figures in Meade County that the sheriffs’s sister would be a waitress and not a lawyer or a politician or a doctor or something more prestigious. You roll your eyes that you’ll be working for the man that continues to enforce Jim Crow after it’s been deemed unconstitutional.
You just hope your mouth can keep in check.
“It’s just for now.”
The door finally opens revealing a wall of a man. You look up to see him dressed in a grey button up stretched over a bit of pooch, stubble forming on his cheeks from not shaving that morning, perfectly cropped dark hair, and a gorgeous set of blue eyes. Sandy’s eyes weren’t nearly as bright.
A small smirk forms on his lips as you stare up at him.
“You the cleaning girl?” He drawls, watching you stare at him dumbly.
“Uh, yeah,” you whisper. “I mean, yes,” you respond a little more confidently. “Yes, sir, sheriff, Mr. Bodecker...”
He lets out an amused noise at your flustering. “Just Lee’s fine. Come on.” He nods toward the house, leading you in and you notice you have your work cut out for you. “You got a name?” You nod and introduce yourself. “You cook?”
“I can cook,” you agree. Your family likes your cooking enough.
“You know anything about gardening?”
“Like a vegetable garden?”
“Yeah. I’m looking to start one. It’d be nice to have some help.” You just nod again not looking forward to getting dirty but your dad taught you some things about flowers while he was still alive.
“I’ll have you make three meals a day. I can offer $5 an hour, five days a week. That sound alright?”
That’s perfect! Plenty to help you save, buy a car, get a home in California. You just nod, attempting to not look so eager.
“Alright. It’s a fucking mess around here so you have your work cut out for you. I work ridiculous hours so i ain’t home a lot. I’m just gonna trust you to find something to do around here.” You nod as you follow him around the house. Two stories, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, the kitchen could use more than a little organizing, and the bathroom looked like it requires a hazmat suit to take care of. “As you can see, you’ll have plenty to do. I’m not a tyrant. I just expect mutual respect.” You nod again as he stops in the kitchen. “Alright. It’s my day off so I’ll be around if you have any questions.” You nod again.
Then he leaves you alone.
Alright. Where to start?
“Oh! Have you had breakfast?” You call after your new employer on his way upstairs.
“Sure haven’t. That’s your first assignment.” You smile and look through the refrigerator for breakfast food.
You step into your crowded mother’s house after a long day of cleaning and cooking to find her in her favorite chair listening to the radio while your sister’s kids chase a ball.
“Will y’all take that outside before you break something?” You scold.
“Leave those babies alone. They aren’t hurting anyone,” your mother laughs weakly.
“You are so much softer on them then you were on us,” you lament walking over to press a kiss to her forehead.
“How was your first day?”
“It was fine. He seems nice enough. Kept to himself mostly but he gave me a key for tomorrow because he doubts he’ll be back home when I’m off.”
“What’s the sheriff’s house like?” She asks ready for all the gritting details.
“It was a mess in there, momma! I’m tackling one thing at a time. It’s nice but I don’t know, I expected him to have one of those plantation homes passed down since the 1800s,” you joke.
“Well, he ain’t a real white.” You cut your mother a look at her statement. She can’t end with that. “His momma immigrated here.”
“Really?” Your mom knows all the good gossip.
“One of those little European countries. There’s a million of ‘em. She was pregnant with him when she showed up and got pregnant with his sister a couple years later. Never did marry. Never did know who the girl’s father was.”
“What’d she do out here?”
“You know I hate to gossip.” Liar. But you don’t say it out loud. “No one ever saw her going to work but folk would see her coming home early in the morning if you follow.”
“Ohhhh,” you laugh at the scandal. You began to wonder how an immigrant became the sheriff in this small town. He was elected while you were in Atlanta so you had no idea that he even existed.
Interesting situation.
“But that was all speculation. Don’t go spreading that around, you hear?”
“Yes, momma,” you smile while rolling your eyes. “I’m gonna start dinner, alright? How’s gumbo sound?”
“Oh Lord, girl! What d’you know about gumbo?” She laughs herself into a coughing fit.
You hand her a handkerchief and rub her back until it passes. “I know plenty, momma. Been in Atlanta for the past six years.”
“Alright, girl. You go on ahead,” she smiles skeptically making you giggle.
You go to start dinner for the house and hope Lee enjoyed the dinner you made him.
Soon your sister come home and shortly afterward her husband and it was a full house. It was noisy and crowded and you never missed your little apartment more than you did in the evenings.
At least you didn’t have to share a room with anyone. It may be small, basically a refitted pantry, but it was private.
You finally retreat to your room alone after showering and wrapping up your hair. You let out a soft sigh as you fall onto your bed. You curl under your covers, exhausted but a little restless for some reason. You aren’t sure why. You should fall asleep the second your head hits the pillow. You know you’re going to be so sore in the morning after today but you can’t settle down.
You jiggle your leg in frustration.
You know what will help you sleep…
You hate doing this in your mother’s home. It was so much easier when you had your own place.
But you need some sleep.
You slip your hand under your night gown. You easily find your clit and apply a little pressure. You bite your lip and let out a soft moan as you let your imagination run wild. Normally you imagined Sidney Poitier or Paul Newman having their way with you but tonight a new face entered your mind.
Oh no.
Brain! No!
Not him! He’s your boss! You whimper at the idea of wanting to fuck the giant man. Stop…
But it felt so good. It was so easy. The idea of his big hands all over you, his lips pressed against your skin.
You let out a quiet whine as you cum far too quickly.
This is bad. This is so bad. But you did manage to relax yourself. You were too tired to overthink it. You’ll figure it out in the morning.
But you didn’t figure it out in the morning. You made Lee his breakfast and sent him off to work before eating something yourself and tackling another mess in his home. You didn’t see him much after your first day. Just in the morning as he got ready for work and, as promised, he normally didn’t make it home in time to see you off. But you kept yourself busy and before you knew it your weekend came. You enjoyed time with your family, took a bus to the city with your mother and sister to shop, went to a movie with some childhood friends, and ended it all with church on Sunday.
And not once did you think about how you got off to the image of your boss. It went to the back of your mind where it belonged and didn’t resurface until early Monday morning.
You let out a soft sigh as you step into Lee’s house. All those images of him unwillingly flood back into your brain as you see him leaning over the kitchen counter looking over the newspaper. His cigarette hangs from his mouth precariously. His weekend clothes are a far cry from his work ensemble. So loose with a slight hint his preferences. You guess his favorite color is red since he owns so many button ups and polos in varying red tones. He also has a collection of colorful socks. They all have interesting patterns and designs. You enjoyed looking at them while folding his laundry.
“Morning,” he greets breaking you from your trance.
“Oh! Good morning,” you squeak in surprise. You hope he didn’t notice you staring.
“Didn’t startle you, did I?
“Yes! I mean no. I mean I don’t-”
“It’s alright,” he chuckles. “It’s early.”
You just nod, taking the out, and place your bag on the table by the door. “What would you like for breakfast this morning?” You ask redirecting your very explicit thoughts.
“I saw you got some thick cut bacon at the store,” he trails expectantly.
“That was meant to be a surprise,” you smile.
“You should’ve hid it better,” Lee grunts.
“Coming right up,” you laugh and head into the kitchen. Lee has Mondays off strangely enough. You think he also has the weekend off. It was odd that he wanted you around on his day off but you did your best to stay quiet and out of the way. It helped that he spent his time outside mostly, working on his garden and mowing the lawn.
He came in a little before noon asking about the lunch you were plating.
“Looks good. Thank you.” You just nod in response as he takes his plate to the dining table leaving you to eat at the kitchen bar.
“You gonna join me?” Lee calls after a moment.
“Oh, no. I couldn’t-“ you start but he reappears just to grab your plate and place it next to his. “I really couldn’t,” you try to explain but he just pulls out the chair next to his and waits for you to sit.
“We can stand here all day staring at each other but I know you’re hungry,” Lee goads when you refuse to budge.
“Fine,” you sigh and roll your eyes.
“See? Ain’t this nice?” Lee laughs while pushing in your chair after you reluctantly sat. You attempt to eat in silence, making yourself as small as possible but the sheriff has other ideas. “My sister said you went to nursing school?” He asks braking your concentration on your green beans.
“Yeah. Um, I graduated from Spelman in Atlanta.”
“Smart girl,” he deduces. “What are you doing cleaning up after me?”
“My mom got sick and there’s no place for a black nurse around here.”
He hums softly in response. “You been to that hospital?” You shake your head softly. “I’d prefer it if you were working there than half those nurses. Some of the meanest women I’ve ever met.” You giggle. “Last time I went in there I swear this woman had never seen a patient in her life. She jabbed me three times to try to get my blood and acted like it was my fault. Ain’t that the first thing y’all learn?”
“Not the first thing,” you smile. “But it’s pretty high on the list.”
“Well, I don’t want you to leave me but I can put in a word for you. Just so there will be someone that can properly draw blood.”
“How do you know I can draw blood?” You smile jokingly.
“You could be worse than that woman but at least you’d be nice to look at.”
“Mr. Bodecker!” You gasp with a smile.
He just smirks back at you. “And what did I tell you about that ‘Mr.’ Shit?”
“Calling you ‘Lee’ is…weird,” you explain shyly glancing away.
“Well, calling me ‘Mr. Bodecker’ is even weirder. Call me fuck face before you call me that.” You can only laugh at his antics, covering your mouth with you hand as you giggle. “Got it?”
“Yes…Lee,” you respond through your laughter.
“Good girl.”
Those word haunt you for the rest of the day and all the way back home. You walked right past your mother with the briefest of greetings on your way to your room. There was left over spaghetti from the night before for dinner so your didn’t have to worry about cooking. You just need to get to your room. You just needed a minute.
Maybe five.
Your hips desperately rocked into your fingers as you think of those two simple little words. That drawl around them. The smirk on his lips as he said them. Fuck! You want to be his good girl forever. It felt so good to be good for him. You whimper into your pillow as you cum around your fingers, soaking your hand. A soft curse escapes your lips. You wish it was Lee’s hand. Lee’s mouth. Lee’s cock…
“Shit.”
This really isn’t good.
Your contact with Lee is minimal for the rest of the week but it all just seems to get worse. The lingering smell of his cologne, the feel of his clothes, his presence left in his house. It’s all so intimate. You can hardly stand it!
Weeks pass like this. You living absolute torture by a man who had no idea what he was doing to you.
Until there’s a lull in one of your days and you hear the strangest noise coming from outside.
You were dusting the selves around the living room when you heard crying outside. It must just be a neighborhood kid but you investigate anyway. When you deduce that it’s coming from the backyard you stick your head out the back door tentatively. Maybe the back neighbor? But it’s coming from a bush…
Maybe the tiny borrower neighbors…
Your speculation that it’s just the neighbors is getting slimmer and slimmer.
You squat down to see under Lee’s freshly planted ground covering and notice a little white ball of fur.
“Oh?” A kitten. Barely even had it’s pretty little blue eyes open. When it sees you, it’s crying gets louder and it toddles its way toward you. “Oh, poor baby. You crying for your momma?” It makes its way to your out stretched hand and continues to scream. You better not mess with it. It’s mom will be back.
Your work day was over two hours later and the screaming has continued nonstop. You find an old sheet and make a little bundle for the baby, a cup full of milk, and your left over turkey from lunch and take it outside. It seems like it could just start eating solids as it gnaws on the turkey slice and happily laps up the milk. “There,” you sigh contently as the kitten stops crying and curls on the makeshift bed you made it. “God, I can’t leave you out here.” You were sure the night time animal activity was pretty minimal but anything was a threat to a kitten this small. And you really can’t bring it home…
You hear the front door open and stiffen. Was it already that late? It takes him a moment to walk out on the back patio but you can’t help but notice the relived look on his face.
“You still here?” You nod and open your mouth to explain but he sees the kitten before you can start. “Where’d that come from?”
“It was in the bushes. I just found it today.”
“Well, bring it in and get it cleaned up. I’ll see if I can find some proper bowls.”
To your surprise, Lee kept the cat overnight.
And when you opened the door the next morning, it stumbled over to you greeting you with a loud meow.
“I told you your momma would be back,” Lee rumbles, his voice is still rough from sleep, coming down the stairs in just a plaid pair of sleeping pants and white tank top. There’s a prominent outline where his cock is and you practically start drooling. You’ve never seen him like this. You want more.
“She’s been crying for you all night. Get her something to eat, will ya?”
“Her?” You ask, shaking yourself from your sex crazed stupor.
“Yeah ‘her’! You gave the little tyke a bath and didn’t notice her lack of balls.”
“Oh my god,” you whisper behind a giggle. Lee disappears back upstairs to finish getting ready while you make breakfast for him and the kitten.
“What are we naming her?” Lee asks, stepping into the kitchen with much more clothes on to your disappointment.
“We?” You ask lifting an eyebrow while you stir grits.
“Yes, momma, we. The kid gotta have a name.” Your face heats at him calling you the kitten’s mom.
“Does that make you her dad?” You smile and place a bowl in front of him as well as a plate of scrambled eggs.
“Kid needs a father,” Lee smirks.
“How about ‘Baby’?”
“Baby, huh?” The sheriff laughs.
“Too simple?”
“Nah, she’s got a ‘Baby’ about her. Definitely gonna be a stripper.”
You laugh softly at his teasing. “Well, what do you suggest? Lee Jr.?”
“Nah. Baby’s good,” Lee grins and starts to eat his food. “So, you got a boy?”
“A boy?” You question placing a bowl of canned tuna in front of Baby leaving her to meow happily and make a mess around her, getting more food on the floor than in her mouth.
“Don’t make me ask you twice?” Lee warns.
You let out a soft sigh. “No. I don’t have a man or a significant other.” He just hums in response, focusing on his eggs. “Do you have a girl?”
“I have you.” You can’t stop your laughter at his statement.
“You don’t have me,” you deny, with a smile.
“Don’t I?” Those bright blues meet your gaze and hold it for a moment. You bite your lip softly wanting nothing more than to be his but you aren’t giving in without a fight. He probably feels so good. His lips probably feel like heaven and he must be amazing to cuddle with. A strong warm body to wrap yourself in. You wish you had him every night. That you could wake up to him every day.
“Even if I don’t have you,” Lee starts again and breaking the spell between you, “I know how to get you to come running to me.”
“How’s that?” Your words come out in a soft whisper. It honestly wouldn’t take much. All he’d have to do is ask.
He gives you a once over from the other side of the kitchen island. His blue eyes gauging you before he answers. “I have your Baby.” You burst into giggles at his words. He’s such a flirt.
“I need to get to work. Watch our little girl for a minute. Daddy,” you add. You can practically hear him purr at the word.
Two can play at this game.
As the weather gets warmer, the days get longer, the less you see of Lee. You make him his breakfast before you leave the night before because he leaves for work early and still gets home late. You watch Baby grow during the day while he watches her at night. The only time you get to talk to him are Mondays and sometimes he still goes into work so you don’t get any quality time.
You miss him.
You miss him immensely.
You sigh while you play with Baby. An old bowtie that Lee got as a gift decorates her neck while she leaps after a ribbon.
“How’s your daddy doing, little girl?” You ask the kitten while she plays. You notice her freshly brushed fur and trimmed nails. He takes such good care of his little girl.
You’ve gotten Lee’s house to the point that basic upkeep was all you needed to do. It left you with a lot of down time. You let Lee know that you weren’t doing much besides fixing his meals but he still wanted you around. So you kept yourself busy. You organized his clothes, cleaned out his garage, and your next task was the basement. The place was full of old stuff left over from when his mother was alive apparently. He explicitly told you to ‘throw all that old shit away’ but it had to be sentimental. He had a reason to keep it at one point. You plan on meticulously going through the boxes, getting rid of moth eaten things, and organizing whatever photos and documents you find. You just felt a need to preserve that for him. Maybe it was because your ancestors were a mystery. Maybe because your history was stolen from you.
You just didn’t want that for anyone else.
Baby follows you down into the dim underbelly of the house. There were boxes stacked on boxes stacked on boxes. You definitely had your work cut out for you.
You get so lost in your work, you almost forget about Lee’s dinner. The only thing that reminds you is Baby crying for her lunch. You quickly run upstairs to make a quick gumbo that you can leave simmering while you go back to work.
You come across a box full of old photos that obviously weren’t taken in America. This must be Lee’s family. There’s a woman that jumps out at you in a lot of them. She looks so much like his sister. This must be their mom. She’s beautiful.
You find a smaller box and place all the photos in it carefully. You’ll sort them later. You fill another box of stained and damaged clothes and tug it toward the stairs. You might have to have Lee haul it to the trash for you.
“You still here, momma?” Well, speak of the devil. Baby goes running to greet her father
“I’m down here, Lee,” you call up the basement stairs. Lee’s form fills the door at the top of the steps and you let out a relieved sigh.
“What’re you still doing here? It’s late,” Lee sighs descending the steps to you. He’s in his full uniform. You can see how he’d be so intimidating out in the world. He such a big man.
“It is?” You whisper in embarrassment. “I got kinda distracted.”
He glances around at the meticulous organizing you’re doing before leveling a hard gaze on you. “I told you to throw it out. Not create a bigger mess.”
“You can’t just throw it all away, Lee. I’m sure some things are sentimental,” you insist.
“I can do whatever I want! It’s my house and I want it gone,” Lee frowns at you. You take a frustrated breath and cross your arms. He gives you an amused look. “Are you sassing me?”
“I don’t know, am I?” You counter, pulling your lips to the side, unimpressed by all of it.
“Why can’t you just throw it away?”
“Because I don’t want you to miss it,” you argue placing your hands on your hips.
“Why would I miss it? It’s just a bunch of hoarded garbage.”
“What if your kids want to see it? Or your sister’s kids?”
“They will never see that.” He glares at you resolutely. There’s finality to his statement but you’re far from done with this argument.
“But, Lee-“
“That’s enough. Get your butt up those stairs. We’re gonna eat and then I’m taking you home.” You let out a disgruntled huff and press passed him. He grips your elbow, halting you in your tracks, and pulling you back towards him. If you weren’t so frustrated with him, you’d be a flustered mess from being this close but right now you just want to knock some sense into him.
You frown up at him, his icy gaze searching yours, waiting for you to break under is scrutiny but you refuse. You’re too feisty for that. He had every intention on telling you to watch your mouth, fix your attitude, that he’s the one in charge around here. But he knows all that is a lie. There’s no arguing with you and you’ve been running this place since he brought you home. Lee finally sighs before releasing you.
He can control you about as much as he can control Baby.
“Let’s just eat something and calm down, alright? I miss seeing you. I don’t want to spend the evening arguing.” You blink up at him. You could just go home. You don’t have to stay.
But you miss him, too.
You nod once and head upstairs. You call home to let your mom know you’ll be late before setting two places at the table while Lee changes up stairs.
It’s a tension filled dinner full of clipped responses and frustrated eye rolls, mostly on your end. To Lee’s credit, he’s making every effort to be civil. You’re just being stubborn for a future you have no real vested interest in. You finish your food with Baby curled on your lap, completely oblivious to the tension between her parents.
Lee gets up and starts clearing the table. You start to get up to help him but he just presses a hand to your shoulder. “Sit. The baby’s sleeping.” You smile up at him and settled back down while he cleans the kitchen. Your fingers stroke Baby’s soft fur. She looks so comfortable. You can’t help but close your eyes as well, leaning back in the chair comfortably.
You didn’t even notice that you fell asleep until you awaken in Lee’s arms. You gasp, jerking in his grip making him chuckle softly.
“Calm down. You’re alright.” You settle back into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his shoulders comfortably.
You’ll let him take you wherever he wants like this.
“I’m still mad at you,” you mutter, nuzzling into his shoulder.
“I know.” He lowers you onto a bed. You instantly recognize the floral comforter of the spare bedroom bed. Baby happily curls up near your head while Lee sits on the side of the bed. “We’re not supposed to go to bed angry,” Lee smiles down at you as you watch him. He presses a loose strand of hair from your face.
“I’m not the one not making any sense,” you yawn, stretching across the bed to get comfortable.
“Alright. Can I explain?”
“It’s your house,” you parrot.
Lee holds his tongue but he wants to tell that mouth of yours off so bad. Then he wants to kiss it until you can’t think straight…
“No one can see that stuff, momma.”
“Why?”
Lee groans at the thought of even needing to explain it. He scrubs his eyes but your stare is unwavering, giant brown orbs waiting for a good explanation.
“It’s easier to just integrate, to forget that I’m from somewhere else, than to be an immigrant.”
“Is that right?” You smirk, completely unimpressed. “Must be nice.” You roll away to face away from him, staring at the wall.
“Look, I don’t,” Lee groans, frustratedly. “I didn’t choose this. My mother never even taught me Romanian. She never talked about it. Never once mentioned my father. She wanted us to be American. Nothing else. She wanted it to be easier for us.” You roll your eyes at the idea. The ridiculousness of it all. “I know you can never take off your skin color. It will never be easier for you. But I can help. I want to help.”
“Do you have any idea what I would give to know where I came from?” You whisper, tears stinging your eyes. “And you just want to throw that away?” Your voice breaks at the last word.
“Hey,” Lee soothes, pulling you to his chest. “You know this world we live in. You’re either white or nothing.”
“The world won’t always be like this, Lee!” You cry, pressing away from him.
“I hope to God it won’t. But for right now, everyone else need protection. I just don’t want you to be hurt. I don’t want anyone to be hurt.”
Tears spring from your eyes. “It’s all so stupid.”
“I know.” Lee pulls you into his arms as you cry into his shoulder. “It’s ridiculous. I hate it. I hate it so much.” He holds you while you cry, rubbing your back and pressing kisses to your temple. You eventually sniffle and start to calm down.
“You still mad at me?” Lee mutters, squeezing you a little tighter.
“No,” you grumble. You’re mad at the entire situation but you can’t stay mad at Lee. Lee just hums and continues to rub your back.
“Stay here tonight.”
“Oh no! I can’t! I should really go home,” you trail.
“That wasn’t a question. You’re gonna stay right here. I need you close.”
“My mom will throw a fit,” you warn.
“I’ll explain it all to her,” Lee smiles watching you. Pinning you under his pale gaze.
“You’re going to explain how a single man and a single woman stayed in a house together and nothing happened?” You laugh darkly as you rub at your swollen eyes.
“I don’t mind bending the truth for you,” Lee smirks. “Besides, it won’t be a lie if you stay in your room and I stay in mine.” He pulls one of your hands from your face to rub the back of it with his thumb.
“What if I have a nightmare?” You whisper.
“Well,” Lee clears his throat and the most naughty look crosses his features, “you can always come tell me about it.” Lee’s hand slides from yours to grip your thigh. “You know where everything is.”
You smile up at the man and he presses a kiss to your cheek. “Goodnight, daddy.”
“Goodnight, momma.” He pats Baby on the head before leaving the room.
You take a calming breath and settle into the loaned bed before picking your way to the guest bathroom to get cleaned up. You find a set of pjs Lee left for you on the counter. You’re absolutely swimming in the shirt and the pants won’t stay on your hips so you forgo them but they’re so comfortable and smelt of him.
There was so much of him in this house.
You sigh softly and curl around Baby but sleep is fleeting in the unfamiliar environment. You try to be good and stay put. You really do. But thirty minutes into your attempt, Baby gets up and starts scratching at the closed door. You call her back to bed but she just ignores you so you get up to let her out and watch her trot right up to Lee’s door to start scratching there. She must miss sleeping with her daddy.
You probably would, too.
You were sure he’d hear the little kitten whining outside of his door, but when he doesn’t answer you go to let her in. You start with a tentative knock before opening the door to his call.
Lee’s sitting on his bed in just his boxers, a lit cigarette in his hand. You know you should be more flustered but your body moves all on its own. It knows where home is. Lee doesn’t even say a word. He just opens his arms and accepts you into his lap as you press kisses to his lips. A bit chapped and he smelled of smoke but you knew you were right where you need to be.
“Nightmare?” Lee smirks as you pull away for air.
You smile and shake your head. “Your little girl missed you.”
“Can’t fuck with her routine.” Lee pulls you back into him. You didn’t know how much was actually wrong until you felt this right. Strong arms wrapped around you, cradled so delicately against a warm body. Your fingers cling to Lee’s shoulders while his hands encircle your waist. “Stay with me?” This was a question. A request really. One you can’t say no to. You nod once and curl back into him. He pulls you down into the bed, holding you tightly against him. Lee takes a last drag of his cigarette before putting it out and focusing solely on you.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you in my bed,” Lee sighs, pressing his face into your shoulder. His stubble tickles your skin so pleasantly making you smile. You probably have an idea but you keep that to yourself as one of your fantasies plays out.
Here, comfort is easy to find. It feels right, smells right. It’s better than your own bed. Baby curls up on the pillow behind you. Her soft purrs lulling you as Lee strokes to back of your neck, his fingers tracing the top of your spine, exploring just a little under your borrowed shirt. Just enough to keep you warm and close. You let out a soft content sigh and fall asleep almost instantly.
Waking up is hard. You don’t remember sleeping so deeply. You attempt to detangle yourself from the unfamiliar sheets before you feel a body behind you. The events of the previous night flood back to your mind as you stretch and yawn. “Lee?” He hums softly, thwarting your attempt to sit up as he immediately pulls you back down against him.
You smile at his stubborn tiredness. “We have to get up.”
“We’re playing hooky,” he mumbles.
Hooky? Is the sheriff allowed to just take the day off? “What about me?” You laugh tiredly.
“What about ‘we’re’ don’t you understand?” Lee grumbles.
“Are you sure?” You ask in disbelief.
“Go back to sleep, momma.” Getting some extra rest did sound amazing. You turn over, giving your shoulder a break, and curl back up in Lee’s embrace. You rest your head on his warm chest, your fingers curling into the thick hair there. You close your eyes as your leg wraps over Lee’s hips. Sure, you could just fall back to sleep. Falling back asleep sounded amazing…
“Lee,” you whisper. He lets out another gruff hum. “I’ve never slept at a man’s house before.”
“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin,” he chuckles.
“No!” You quickly deny. “I’ve just never stayed over.”
A deep hum rumbles through his body. “Glad I could be your first.” You smile up at him and place a kiss on his lips. “One more,” he requests softly and you happily obliged. “Last one?” You giggle and kiss him again. “Can’t get enough of those pretty lips pretty girl.” You curl into his side and actually start to nod off.
For a moment.
Before Baby leaps onto the bed and lets out a questioning chirp.
“Now you’ve gone and woke the baby,” Lee accuses turning over to hold you with both arms.
“Me?” Your voice causes the kitten to let out a happy meow and jumps over Lee to lick your nose. “Oh! Baby!” You laugh pulling her from your face.
He yawns and squeezes you. “She never does that to me.”
“She’s happy her momma’s here,” you goad. Lee retaliates by spanking you softly. “Aren’t you so happy your mommy’s here? You don’t have to play with your mean old daddy,” you coo at the little kitten, stroking her stomach when she rolls over for pets.
Lee’s big hand runs over your stomach much more intimately than any other touch he’s given you. His thumb runs just under your breast sending heat radiating straight down to your pussy.
“If you two are busy playing,” his hand comes to a rest between your breasts as he rolls over you slightly, pinning you under him, “who’s gonna play with me?” You let out a soft gasp. Your hips lift to find any kind of friction for your core but your lack of panties makes that impossible.
Until Lee’s thigh fills that space. You let out a soft whimper as he grinds back against you.
“Do you need daddy to play with you, too, momma?” You can’t find your voice but you can nod. Lee kisses just behind your ear and you feel like you’re floating. “Let me hear you tell me.” He grinds a little harder against your fluttering core making your whine.
“I-I need you, daddy,” you whimper into the pillow.
His voice is a deep rumble through him as he nuzzles his face against your neck, nipping lightly at your ear lobe. “What do you need?”
Ugh! This should be criminal. His thumb strays to brush against your clothed nipple making you arch against him.
“Need you, Lee!” You cry out.
“That’s all you had to say.” You can hear the smile in his voice. “Since you’ve never stayed with a man then I’m guessing you’ve been missing out on the joys of mornin’ sex?”
“Uh-huh,” you whine, your hips gyrating against his thick thigh, taking what you need from him.
“Well, that’s one of the best games a man and a woman can play.” His fingers undo the top couple buttons of your borrowed pjs just enough for your bare cleavage to show through.
“When do we start, daddy?” You breathe. You’re so close. So fucking close. Lee can barely focus on anything but the way your hips move for him and you can’t focus on anything but the way he feels against you. “Oh fuck,” you groan as you cum against his thigh.
“Now,” Lee smiles watching you come apart before him. Your thighs constrict around his as you feel your high pulsing through you. Your whole body rolls slightly at how good it feels until a telltale bulge presses into you. You let out a soft, surprised chirp and roll your head to face him. Your hand finds his soft belly and travels lower and lower until you can palm his hard on.
Oh. He’s big.
You bite your lower lip and grip him through his boxers.
“Now, look who’s playing,” Lee grunts and sits up to press his boxers down. You unbutton your shirt the rest of the way before Lee notices. “Come here, beautiful.” He pulls you onto his lap and presses your shirt from your shoulders. “Gorgeous,” he sighs and palms your breasts.
“Me or my boobs?” You smile.
“Both.” You giggle and reach between your thighs to jack him off. He makes the most blissed out face. It’s gorgeous. You rub the bead of precum he produces over his tip and down his shaft and, God, you can’t wait for him to fill you up.
“You do have condoms, don’t you? Or do you really want another baby?”
“I’d love to have a baby with you,” Lee mutters pining you with those icy eyes. Your pussy flutters just thinking about him fucking you until you’re pregnant and completely full of him. “Top drawer.” He nods to one of the bedside tables and you shake yourself from your perverted thoughts. You climb over him to find them giving him the perfect view of your ass. He grips it roughly as you rummage through his beside table until you find what you’re looking for.
“I’m surprised you didn’t know exactly where they are,” Lee jokes as you reclaim his lap.
“I don’t go through your things,” you quickly deny.
“Then you’d have no idea where I put my spare car keys?”
“First drawer in the table by the door,” you recite quickly.
“Don’t go through my things, huh?” Your face heats after he catches you red handed but Lee only laughs at your embarrassment. “This is practically your house, momma. I’d expect you to know where everything is. Now, if we can get back to what we were doing,” he trails making you smile and focus back on his cock.
You roll the condom down his shaft as you continue to jack him off until he’s practically begging for you. Then you finally lift your hips to feel the bliss of his heavy cock filling you so perfectly.
“Fuck, daddy,” you whine as he stretches you.
“God, you’re tight,” Lee grunts. You hold yourself there with him deep inside of you as your body adjusts. You could live on this cock alone. You take a shuttering breath before finally meeting his gaze again. “Come ‘er, momma,” Lee groans pulling you down to his chest. He flips you onto your side and pulls your thigh over his hip once more. “Liked having you like this. Felt so good.” You start to rock your hips experimentally making Lee groan out your name. Your hips roll into his while he holds your ass, encouraging your pleasure, until you find that spot. Deep inside of you, there’s a little spot that you know will have you screaming in no time. You aim Lee’s tip there over and over leaving you a whining mess for him.
“Right there? Is that where you want me?” Lee asks with a small smile. You can only nod and push further into his chest. Lee chuckles at the mess you’ve made of yourself and can only think of how much more he’s going to ruin you.
He rolls you completely under him, his bulk a settling weight over you. Lee carefully arranges your thighs around him, placing them safely over his own.
Then he fucking destroys you.
You don’t know where you end and he begins but you know it’s perfect. Your voice comes out in sharp shouts at the peak of each of his thrusts. “That’s my girl,” Lee grunts as he rails into you. His movements so precise. So perfect. His weight, his hold on you. It’s all so good.
Lee presses a kiss you your lips to still your whimpers but you can’t help it, it feels so right. Your cries get louder as you feel that knot inside you get tighter and higher. One of your thighs hooks around his back while the other presses into his hips. Just a little more. Just a little deeper…
“Right there! Please, Lee! Right th-aaah ah ah ah!” You squeak as you cum undone. Your eyes flutter shut and stars dance behind you lids as waves of pleasure pulse through you.
You hips spasm into Lee’s sporadically as he chuckles breathlessly. “That good, momma?” You can only bite your lip and squirm under him in response. He presses his lips against yours once more, kissing you until you come back around and start kissing him back. Your hands cup his face pulling him into more kisses before wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
“You’re amazing, daddy,” you sigh contently against his lips.
He grins back at you before rolling back over on his back, pulling you with him. “Your turn.” You smile sheepishly at your chance to pleasure him.
“My turn,” you whisper. Your hands find his shoulders and lean over him, finding some leverage on your knees.
You bounce on his hips experimentally, feeling his girth drag against your walls until he’s back against that spot but this is for him…
You spread your legs a little wider to allow for his frame to fit a little more comfortably between them. Then you lean back, one hand resting somewhere near his knee while the other rubs his soft belly. Your hips loose another experimental wave before letting go and humping into him. It feels like he’s ripping you apart in such a good way. Lee’s hand finds your hip as he guides you slightly but you didn’t need much. You seemed to fit each other perfectly. Know each other carnally. Neither of you need much coaching. It all seemed to flow.
“Fuck, momma. That’s it. Little faster,” he spanks your thigh to egg you on.
“You like that, daddy?” You smile.
“I fucking love that,” Lee groans. You lean over him to press a kiss to his lips while you continue to ride him. Fuck he feels so heavy and good and right inside of you. You let out a soft moan.
So perfect.
His other hand wraps around you and starts to help you along, thrusting up into you and meeting your soft waves. Curses tumble from your lips every time he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside of you until it starts to feel like he’s aiming for it. Over and over until you’re like jello in his grip, holding on limply while he fucks you within an inch of your life.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, momma,” Lee groans.
“Please, Lee! I need you,” you babble, so close to your own breaking point.
“Gonna get you there,” he promises and his thrust get rougher and faster and he knows right where he needs to abuse you. Before you know it you’re gasping and tossing your head back in a silent scream as you cum around him.
“Shit,” Lee groans and quickly follows you, spilling his seed into the condom still buried inside of you. You both pant for air, watching each other as you glow in your after shocks.
Those bright blue eyes watch you, taking all of you in from your mussed hair to your soft curves. “You okay, momma?” Lee asks after catching his breath. You just nod and collapse into his warm chest. He chuckles softly and wraps his arms around you. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful,” you counter with a small smile burying your face in his chest. You could stay like this forever.
But Lee’s growling stomach says otherwise.
“I’ll go make us some breakfast.” You attempt to pull away but Lee keeps his grip on you.
“I’ll help,” he insists and help he does. Helps by swatting your behind under his borrowed shirt and helps by pressing kisses to your neck while you fry eggs and he really helps when he pulls down his pants and has you keep his cock warm for him while he eats. He’s such a good helper you think as he rails you against the dining room table after he finishes his breakfast.
Lunch are simple ham and cheese sandwiches after you choke on his cock and dinner is your pussy spread over the kitchen counter right before your roast finishes in the oven.
You really don’t want to leave but you didn’t have a change of clothes and living the rest of your life in Lee’s borrowed shirts didn’t seem practical. So Lee begrudgingly takes you home after a long day of hard work with his help.
“Where the hell have you been?” Your mother shouts the moment you set foot through the door, breaking you from the spell Lee put you under.
You freeze before you even have a chance to close the door behind you. “Get in this house before anyone else sees you running the streets!” You’re floored by the accusation but follow her direction and silently stepping into the house.
“Where are have you been?” She repeats a little more calmly but you know better. There’s a level of anger you’ve never met under that calm.
“I called and told you I’d be at Lee’s late.” Yesterday you don’t add and hope she forgets all about that by keeping your tone even.
“Lee’s?” You mother frowns. “That’s awfully familiar for the sheriff.”
“Oh my god,” you mutter under your breath. Were you really about to get yelled at because of this?
“Girl, you know I don’t allow that kind of back talk in my house. Now, you told me you’d be home late and then we never heard another word from you for an entire day! Where have you been?”
Oh boy.
“Well, it’s just that, mom. I lost track of time and stayed late so he had me stay for dinner and at that point it was so late he just told me to stay in the guest room. I didn’t want to call and wake the whole house…”
“I don’t care if you wake the whole neighborhood. I want to know where my daughters are once the sun sets.”
This is ridiculous.
“Mom, I’ve been in an entirely different state for the past six years,” you argue.
“As long as you’re under my roof, you’re under my rules! You could’ve been dead in a ditch! You could’ve been hanging!”
“Oh, mother! Honestly,” you sigh, stamping your foot lightly on the ground.
“To your room. Now.”
“I’m almost 30. You can’t just send me to my room,” you argue. “I’m only here to take care of you. Not to be treated like a child. I should be in California but I’m stuck here. For you. And as long as I’m here for you, I can do whatever I want outside of this house!”
Shock is written all over your mother’s face by your words. You’re shocked by your words. You’ve never talked back to your mother. The look of hurt and anguish on her face is heartbreaking.
You take a calming breath and move to sit on the couch across from her. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t speak to you that way.”
“No, you shouldn’t,” she agrees.
“I haven’t done anything to make it seem like I’ll make bad decisions in life, have I?” You ask the woman, resting your elbows on your knees tiredly. “I didn’t drop out of college, get pregnant, and work at a dinner. I’m not the one that needs to be policed. If I want to spend the night at my boss’s house, then you just have to trust me.”
She watches you for a moment. “What’s he like?” She finally questions.
You contemplate the question for a moment. “He’s very sweet. And so smart. We have a cat. Her name is Baby. He just wants to help people.”
“Was it good?” She laughs.
“Mother!” You cry out of embarrassment, covering your face.
“You can tell me,” she smiles. “He’s a good looking man. I may be sick but I still have eyes, girl.”
You regard her with a shy smile for a moment before deciding to answer. “It was amazing.” She cackles at your answer making you giggle. “I hear a lot of talk about white men but I’ve never heard anything about Europeans,” she trails.
“Alright, I’m not talking about this anymore,” you laugh and stand up. “What do you want for dinner?”
“What’d you make Lee?” Your face immediately heats as you spin away to the kitchen.
“Not talking about it!” You cry as you rush away.
You hum softly to the radio while sweeping. It was a hot day. The sun was working over time but you were enjoying the slight breeze from open windows and the freshly made lemonade and iced tea you conjured up this morning. But that wasn’t the only thing changing. Lee was taking Mondays off again and sometimes Fridays. You loved when he took Fridays off. Lee was always in such a good mood. You’d let yourself in and crawl into his bed and curl up next to his warm sleeping body. Sometimes he’d fuck you until you couldn’t think straight and sometimes you’d just sleep in and only get out of bed because of Baby’s screaming.
This morning was one of those fuck your brains out mornings.
It left you feeling like you were walking on a cloud. It always made it impossible to do actual work in this condition. Lee didn’t expect you to. He expected you to be his little house wife on days like this. To serve him food and ride his dick accordingly. And you were happy to oblige.
“This one’s about you, Baby,” you smile at the cat perched on the back of Lee’s couch as she watches the broom go back and forth. Desi Arnez’s voice crones through the speakers with one of the songs from the popular sitcom.
“There’s a brand new baby at our house, the nicest little gift we've ever had,” you sing along, dancing around the broom while Baby watches on in amusement.
You remain oblivious to a second set of eyes on you, watching you twirl gracefully around the living room. You’re so beautiful.
Lee waits until you’re facing away from him to make his move. He slinks up behind you and wraps his arms comfortably around your waist making you jump in surprise.
“Oh, Lee!” You giggle swatting his arm.
“Did I scare you, momma?” He chuckles before burying his face in your neck and dancing along with you. Your hands wrap over his while you sway to the music. He releases you into a turn before pulling you back into him. “I didn’t know you liked dancing,” Lee sighs into your skin.
“You never asked,” you smile.
“I should take you out.”
“That would imply that we’re actually dating.”
“Aren’t we?” He questions but you know it’s not really a question. This is something the two of you have yet to really flesh out. Dating meant marriage and marriage meant…
“You know I can’t stay here forever,” you remind the sheriff gently.
“Can’t you?” There’s another one of those fake questions. He knows you can’t. You have a passion beyond cleaning houses. You want to help people. “You can just move in here. I’ll take care of you. Give you whatever you want. Give you a baby.”
“We have a baby, Lee,” you smile sadly. He spins you in his grip to make you face him but you avoid his gaze.
“Look at me-“
“Lee.”
“I’ll talk to administrators over there-“
“Lee.”
“I’m the law around here and what I say goes-“
“Lee!”
“And I want you to stay!”
“I won’t work somewhere I’m not wanted!” You cry, finally looking up at him. “Every day will be an uphill battle and I don’t want to fight.”
“Not even for me?”
Shit.
That breaks you. You didn’t know how much of a hold he had on your heart until this moment. Could you leave him? Leaving him would mean one of the most devastating things in your life just happened. Could you live without his comfort? Without running home to him when you could no longer run home?
“I-I wish we could stay like this forever,” you whisper, dropping your head to his chest.
“I would never let you do it on your own. You know that. You’ll always have me. You just need to choose me, too.”
He makes it sound so simple. Like he can just go in and threaten an entire hospital and come out victorious. But you know better. That’s a fairy tale and the real world doesn’t work like that.
He holds you like that for a long moment. Long enough for Baby to come paw at your skirt to check on you.
“Your momma’s trying to get rid of us, little girl.” The kitten screams up at you as if she knows exactly what Lee’s talking about. Her giant blue eyes stare up at you expectantly. Just like her daddy’s.
“Lee,” you warn, not wanting to discuss it anymore.
“One date,” he asks. “I’ll come pick you up and we’ll dance all night. Then you can tell me to leave you alone and it will go back to me being your boss and nothing else.”
“But Lee-“
“It’s gotta end somewhere,” he argues. “We can’t keep playing house forever.”
Can’t we?
You got all dolled up under the scrutiny of your sister and mother. “Who are you going out with? Where are you going?” You just ignore them while blushing your cheeks. You don’t know why you’re getting so dressed up. Lee’s seen you at your worst and still seems to find something he likes. It was nice knowing you didn’t have to look your best for him. That was the kind of thing you wanted in a man.
There were a lot of things about Lee you wanted…
But you couldn’t stay here.
Right?
You can’t stay here?
It’s backward and racist. You have a one way ticket to California. A brand new place built on different principles. You could finally kiss this bible belt southern town goodbye for good. And that’s exactly what you want?
You’d find someone your age. Maybe a lawyer or a doctor.
But they wouldn’t be Lee.
There’s a knock at the front door while you apply your powder numbly.
“I’ll get it,” you sister sighs and makes her way to the door. You hear Lee’s deep drawl and you’re instantly drawn in. His voice, his laugh.
“You’re in love.”
Your gaze snaps up to your mother in the mirror’s reflection. There’s a smug look on her face that says it all. “You’re in love and you’re scared.” She shrugs with a soft laugh. “The heart wants what the heart wants. Stop fighting it, girl.” She leaves to go greet Lee and tell him you’ll be out in a minute.
Tears start to fill your eyes. Is it that obvious? Are you in love? How were you supposed to go out and have a good time with all of this on your mind? A tear escapes your control as you hear your mom directing him back to your room. You attempt to quickly wipe it away but he sees you just as you dab at your eye with a tissue.
“You that upset to go out with me?” Lee jokes, leaning against the door frame. He looks so nice in a blue dress shirt and slacks. Like your own personal dream. You just want him to hold you but you don’t want depend on him. Right? You want to be your own woman but you want to be his so badly…
He gives your reflection a once over. “You look fucking gorgeous, momma. Too beautiful to be crying.”
“I’m just feeling a little lost,” you admit after sniffling softly.
“Well, finish up. We’ll talk in the car.” You nod slightly and attempt to finish you makeup quickly while your family entertains Lee.
This is as good as it’s going to get. You give yourself one last once over. You brush a hand down your blush pink dress and make sure your curls are perfectly placed. Some part of the back of your mind reminds you that you need to look good on Lee’s arm and that not just anyone can go out with the sheriff. You need to put on a smile and act like everything is-
You quickly squash that notion. Lee’s never expected any more of you than to take care of yourself, him, and Baby. That wasn’t going to change now.
You take a deep breath and step into the living room. Lee is instantly on his feet. “There’s my girl.” Your face heats as you look away.
“You mind your manners and have a good time,” your mother bids placing a kiss on your cheek before Lee wraps his arm around you.
“She’s in good hands,” he promises and leads you out to his car. “We have a reservation to make,” Lee sighs opening the door for you.
You give him a dubious look when he settles into the driver’s seat. “None of the restaurants around here need a reservation,” you frown skeptically.
“We ain’t eating around here,” he smirks. “Come here, momma. What’s going on in that pretty head?” You smile slightly up at him before sliding across the bench to sit at his side. His strong arm wraps around you as you rest your hand on his belly. “Or we can just cuddle if you don’t feel like talking.” He rubs his hand up and down your arm comfortingly. You don’t exactly feel like talking but it seems like you have a bit of a drive ahead of you. He peels out of your neighborhood and on to the main road as the radio crones on with big band music.
“I want to talk,” you whisper. Lee only pulls his hand away for a moment to turn off the radio before focusing back on you. His hand finds your waist and pulls you a little closer. “I-I don’t want to stay here, Lee. You know that. But I love you. I can’t see having to go on without you. I don’t want to go on without you.”
A soft hum rumbles through him before he speaks. “Then what are we going to do about that?”
“I’ll apply for the local hospital again, I guess.”
“You guess?” Lee jokes. “Or you can be my little stay at home wife. Pretend you’re in California all you want. I’ll plant some palm trees and put in a pool. You can take care of Baby all day. She would love that.”
You laugh softly. “Maybe I’ll have to be your own personal nurse. Take care of my big strong man when he’s sick.”
“Will you dress up in one of those skimpy little outfits?”
“For you, of course.”
You reach up to press a kiss to his cheek but he pulls you back for a quick kiss. “I love you so much, momma. I’d do anything for you. Don’t ever forget that.” You nod and let out a little giggle. “Now, give me another kiss.” You happily oblige. “One more. So fucking good for me. Now sit back before I have to stop this car and remind you why you love me so much.” You let out a laugh and curl back into him.
A little over an hour later, he stops at a very popular looking club in Columbus.
“We came all the way out here to go dancing?” You smile, scooting across the car bench to look out the window.
“The clubs in town are stale as hell,” Lee sighs and moves to get out of the car.
“Wait!” You cry, stopping him as the valet reaches his door. “Thank you for this, daddy.” You press another kiss to his lips that quickly turns into a show for the valet.
“Save some of that energy for later,” Lee smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead before finally stepping out of the car.
You expected to get all kind of looks: the sheriff out with that little black girl that ran off to the big city and had to come crawling back with her tail between her legs…alright, no one’s ever said that but you know someone’s thinking it. Maybe. But this far from home…
No one knows you here. They don’t even seem to care that you’re different races. It was…nice. You giggle softly as Lee dips you only to pull you back up into a soft kiss.
“I’m really glad I said yes,” you smile as he holds you close.
“So much for all those tears,” Lee chuckles making you roll your eyes. That was one time. “I gotta talk to you,” Lee mutters against your lips before pulling you back to your table. “I didn’t know a good time to tell you this but I talked to one of the managers at the hospital.”
“Ugh, Lee! I don’t want to think about that drama! Can’t we just enjoy our night?” You whine taking a drink of your cocktail.
“You think I’d tell you bad news right now? I’m trying to get laid tonight.” You can’t help but laugh at him. “Got you another interview.”
“But we just talked about this,” you argue in disbelief. You literally just told him you’d stay less than an hour ago in the car.
“I might have done some shit behind your back,” the sheriff admits. When you let out an annoyed huff but he quickly continues. “I just knew you wouldn’t leave me.”
“So sure of yourself.” You roll your eyes at him. “And what’d you do to get this interview? Hold him up at gun point?”
“Somethin’ like that,” Lee drawls, leaning back in his chair with a smug look on his face. You just smile and shake your head at him. “All we did was talk. I promise no one got hurt. No threats were made.”
“Really?”
“Why would I lie to you, momma?”
“You’d certainly arrange things without telling me,” you pout but then give him a once over, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. He is doing this for you, too. He knew how hard it was being away from family while you were in school. You loved your independence but you liked the comfort of having a steady place that’s home. He wanted to be that home. Your steady place.
You don’t want anything else in the world besides that.
“I guess you’re getting laid tonight.”
He gives you a shit eating grin that tells you all you need to know before leaning back on the table. “How do you plan on thanking me?”
“What would you like, daddy?” You ask innocently, looking at him through your lashes. “I can suck your big, fat dick? Or keep you warm all night? Or maybe…”
“Maybe?”
“Maybe I’ll let you fuck a baby into me.”
“Fuck, momma,” Lee groans before adjusting his pants not so subtly. “You done here? I gotta get you home.”
“Maybe we should get a hotel,” you suggest thinking about how long the drive is.
“Car’s free,” Lee grins pulling you from your seat and toward the door.
It doesn’t take him long to find a dark alley and it takes you absolutely no time find yourself on your knees at his side choking on his cock.
“Fuck, momma,” Lee groans spanking your ass as it wiggles in the air. “Didn’t know you had all that in you.” You let out a satisfying hum as you swallow him making him moan. You feel his fingers hitching up your dress inch by inch. He spanks you again once he clears the fabric and grips your cheek through your panties. “That’s it. My perfect girl.” He slides his hand under the fabric to find your slit already soaking for him. “You want my cock, momma? You’re so wet for me.” You nod as much as you can around him and Lee grips the roots of your hair, dragging your face up to meet his with a sloppy kiss. You moan into his mouth as you cup his face with your hands, feeling the rough stubble from the day.
Lee lets out a soft grunt as he repositions you across the car bench. His face nuzzles kisses against your neck. “I love you so fucking much. You know that, momma?” He mutters. His finger trace the band of your underwear before slipping them down your legs. You can only whimper as your mind races to how he’s going to destroy you.
“Need you, daddy.”
Those bright blue eye flick up to you, pinning you with his gaze. “You got me,” he assures you. You hear his belt buckle and moments later he’s stretching your core to its max. He’s so big and fills you so perfectly. You can feel every bump and vein and it’s so right. You’ve had sex with him regularly but this time felt special. You’ve never taken a man raw before. You felt ready.
Lee’s hips start to thrust into you erasing everything from your mind but him. He knows you so well that he doesn’t need to search for that spot. He just goes straight for it and has you screaming for him. Your stockinged foot finds the steering wheel for a bit of leverage so you can thrust back into him.
His hand grips the back of your thigh, helping you out while he folds you into yourself just so he can get a little deeper. You curse as he grinds against that spot mercilessly. His weight is so comfortable on top of you. You always want this. You want him by your side, to wake up next to him every day, to grow old with him. And as he gets you so close to your peak, you know you can’t live without him. “Lee! Fuck! P-please! I’m so close!”
A soft chuckle emits from the man before he presses a kiss to your lips. “You’re so fucking cute when you’re falling apart for me. Let go. I’ll catch you.”
You nod vigorously. Your eyes squeeze shut as your focus is set on your core and how much pressure he’s putting on you.
Whimpers falls from your lips as your hips sputter into his smooth thrusts, chasing your high.
“Please, please, please, please,” you chant just loud enough for Lee to hear.
“Begging for it now?” Lee laughs. His hips snap into yours now, giving you exactly what you need.
You’re a whining whimpering mess when you finally cum. Stars shoot across your closed lids as you try to smoother your face between the bench and Lee’s kisses.
“Good girl. Always my good girl,” Lee praises. Your body clenches around him at his words and he instantly knows something new about you.
He pulls away from your kiss covered jaw to watch you with an amused look. Your body is still writhing with pleasure under him and he can’t wait to give you move.
“You like being my good girl, momma? Wanna keep me happy?”
You moan at his words, humping against him, wanting him to move again but he continues to grind into the spot driving you crazy.
“Use your words,” he chuckles brushing a mussed curl from your forehead.
“I-I wanna be your good girl,” you whimper, finally cracking your eyes open to meet his gaze.
“Then you’ll make me happy and stay here?”
You stare at him for a beat before you nod. “I’ll stay.”
A smile spreads across his lips before he gets back to destroying you.
“Fuck,” he groans softly, your core keeps squeezing him mercilessly but you can’t control it. He can’t control it either as he slams into you despite your grip on him. You need him so bad. You need him to make you his wife. You need to take care of him. You need him to take care of you. You’ve never needed anything or anyone so bad in your adult life.
“You feel amazing, momma. Made just for me, you know that?”
“I’m yours,” you cry, your head tossed back against the seat so close to your peak again.
“All mine,” Lee sighs. “You gonna cum with me?”
“Uh huh!” You exhale. “Wanna be your good girl! Wanna cum for you, daddy!”
“Fuck!” Lee growls gripping your thigh a little tighter. The thought that it might bruise ghosts through your mind but you welcome it. He’s leaving his mark on you. Claiming you. It just makes you hotter. Tighter. Wetter.
“That’s it, momma. Cum for me,” he begs, his hips snapping into yours now.
So close. So close. Just a little- “Lee-eh-eh-eak!” You scream as you cum, spilling onto his stomach and the base of his cock. Lights flash behind your lids and you’re left a moaning mess as he fills you to the brim. You feel his seed leak past your lips to pool between you but he stays buried deep as ribbons of cum paint your insides, ready to do it’s job and make sure you’re full of him for the next nine months.
Of course, you know that its a relatively safe day for unprotected sex.
But part of you hopes it took.
Lee’s breaths come in quiet huffs as you writhe under him. He stays buried in you while he slowly softens, giving you just that little bit of extra friction. “You alright, momma?” He smiles before pressing a kiss to your lips. You chase after them blindly as he pulls away, not ready to open your eyes. No ready for the euphoria to end.
“More kisses,” is your only response and Lee happily obliges. He bombards you with kisses until you’re both gasping for air and space. Lee lets out a soft sigh and sits up, pulling you up with him. He easily slips from you and you contract, attempting to keep all of his essence inside.
“Fuck,” Lee chuckles seeing his handy work between your legs. “Look at you just leaking with cum. You’re gonna make me hard again.” You smile and glance away, embarrassed. “Let me clean you up.” Lee finds his handkerchief in his back pocket and gently cleans up your core. “Relax or you’ll be holding it the entire drive,” he jokes. You let out a soft sigh and attempt to push out what you’ve been holding on to. “Good girl,” Lee praises making you giggle and bury your face in your hands. “Shit. If I knew that had so much power over you, I’d have said since day one.”
“You did once pretty early on,” you admit. “I fell asleep with my fingers in me that night.”
Lee laughs softly and is such a nice noise. You want to hear it forever.
“Well, shit! Tell me next time you need to jack off to something I said. I wanna watch.” You giggle even harder leaning back against the door as Lee finds your panties. He slips them back up your legs and over your hips so gently. He knows by now that he has to be careful with you after fucking you into a stupor. You watch as he slips on your shoes and places a soft kiss on each ankle.
He’s perfect.
“Lee?” He hums softly before looking up at you. “I love you.”
He just smirks back at you. “I love you more.”
You doze at Lee’s side as he drives you back to town. He hasn’t decided if he’ll take you home or to his place. You don’t care either way. You mom knows not to wait up. But you hope he’ll take you home. His home. Where your Baby is. And where your man is. Your fingers grip his thigh in your sleep, trying to keep him close even in your dreams. Your little hand is so close to his cock he starts to get stiff again.
He chuckles softly so he doesn’t wake you. “Guess you're coming home with me, huh?”
You wait in the sterile administration room of Mead General. Lee pretty much had to drop you off at the entrance to make you come. No amount of convincing could calm your nerves that morning. You fiddle with the new ring on your finger in an attempt to calm them.
The engagement ring Lee gave you.
It was enormous. You could practically see yourself in the diamond. It wasn’t you at all but Lee insisted on it. Nothing less than perfect for his girl.
Who knew it would become such a comfort.
A secretary calls your name and you gather up your resume and credentials to go through this torture one more time.
“Head up, momma. You’re the sheriff’s fiancée now. I need you to act like it.” Lee’s voice echos in your mind from when he dropped you off. You roll your shoulders back and add a little more confidence to your step.
Here goes nothing.
Lee leans against his car as he waits. It’s far too hot to sit in there and bake so he found a spot under a tree to wait for you. He glances up from lighting a cigarette to see the hospital security guard walking up to him like a man on a mission.
“Shit,” Lee sighs. The last thing he wanted to deal with was the public.
“Mr. Sheriff, Sir,” the man grins and holds out his hand.
Lee puts on a smile and tucks his sunglasses into his shirt pocket. “Sir,” Lee greets. “How can I help you?”
“Ronald, Sir. I just wanted to thank you for all that you do for our town. Keeping the social order and all.”
Lee can’t help but cock his brow at the phrase. Keeping the social order?
“This is one of the few places not assaulted with progressive ideas. Separate but equal will always prevail.”
He hadn’t enforced Jim Crow is over a year. Had nobody seemed to notice law enforcement stopped responding to their ‘coloreds using whites only facilities’ calls? They probably had their heads too far up their asses.
Lee gives the man a once over. “Right.” He looks up to notice you leaving the hospital. He sees you stop and glance around for him before he decides to go get you.
“What’s that little negro doing in there?” Ronald asks immediately noticing you. Apparently he wasn’t that great at his job if he never registered that you were there.
Lee smirks at your lithe form in the pencil skirt and blouse you picked out for your interview. He couldn’t wait to get you home to peel them off of you.
“I’ll handle this,” Lee sighs before stamping out his cigarette butt and making his way toward you.
You instantly light up at the sight of him, you almost fall into his arms in relief at a friendly face.
“How’d it go, momma?”
“I felt like they were interrogating me,” you breathe, letting out a soft laugh.
“Trying to scare you off,” Lee sighs. “What’d they say?”
You smile up at him excitedly. “I got it!”
“That’s my girl,” Lee grins. You notice his hands placed firmly on his hips but continues to regard you with beaming pride.
You cock a brow at him. “What are you up to out here?”
Lee bites his bottom lip, trying to hold back a laugh. “I gotta tell you something first. I know I threw a fit and started all that mess about that old junk-stuff in the basement,” he corrects himself with a soft eye roll.
“Oh, Lee,” you coo softly at the start of his apology. “That was so long ago. I’m not upset-”
“Just let me finish,” he interrupts. “I’m glad you made me keep it. I want our kids to see it. To know where they came from.”
You smile up, suddenly so proud of this man that was about to become you husband. You prepare to leap into his arms but he stops you with a gentle hand. He gestures toward the elderly security guard standing cross armed in the shade. “Now, back to what I was up to. That man over there thinks you’re up to no good.”
You burst into watery laughter at his words, attempting to hold back your happy tears long enough to let Lee play his joke. He really does pick the worst times to get sentimental. “What’s he gonna do? I work here now. Should we give him a show? Make his day?”
Lee’s smirk turns into a grin. “Really play it up for me, alright? Don’t hold back.”
You nod and stifle a giggle as Lee grips your forearm and attempts to drag you to his car. “Unhand me, you-you side burned Neanderthal!” You cry while flailing aimlessly. Lee stops to look back at you. “Too much?”
“That kinda hurt, momma.”
“Sorry,” you giggle glancing away, hoping your little character break isn’t caught. “I didn’t do anything! I had an interview! I swear!” You continue loudly, attempting to garnish attention.
“Anything you say can be used against you, ma’am, and I happen to know on good authority that this hospital doesn’t hire colorereds.”
“Are you calling me a liar?”
“If the shoe fits.”
“What are you arresting me for?” You counter, fruitlessly attempting to tug out of his grip.
“Lying to an officer, resisting arrest, trespassing, belligerent behavior-”
“Belligerent?” You bark.
“Just stating the facts,” Lee smirks, proud to deliver a low blow to return yours.
“Oh, you pig!” You hiss, just as Lee gets you to his car.
“Tell me how you really feel,” Lee sighs pressing your back into front passenger door. Those glaciers blue eyes meet yours and you just want to dive into them. They’re perfect.
“Well, sheriff daddy,” you whisper just for him. His hands circle your waist as he crowds you into the tiny space he made for you. It’s perfect. “Truth is, I’m really grateful for you. I wouldn’t have this opportunity without you.”
“Anything to keep you with me, momma.” Then Lee shocks the entire crowd of hospital spectators and presses a soft kiss to your lips. You smile against them and wrap your arms around his shoulders as he pulls you into a tighter embrace. “I love you,” Lee whispers against your lips.
“I love you,” you smile and press back into him. He’s perfect.
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