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“Did you think I was just going to let you go after that night, babe?” he whispered in her ear ...Two weeks have passed since Kelsey’s first run-in with Deputy Jack Thompson—when she lost her innocence. Since that night the preacher’s girl has lived in constant fear of what she would do if he came back for her. But even worse is the fear of what she might do if he didn’t. When he pulls her over late at night on a lonely country road for speeding she’s not sure how to react. Is he going to give her a ticket, or does the sexy deputy have something else in mind?

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Busting Kelsey

The Preacher’s Virgin Daughters #1b

 

 

Kelli Wolfe

 

 

Copyright © 2013 Kelli Wolfe

Published by Pink Parts Press

 

 

All rights reserved. No part of this eBook may be reproduced in any form or by any means, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review, without permission in writing from the publisher.

 

All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.

 

 

Summary

“Did you think I was just going to let you go after that night, babe?” he whispered in her ear ...

Two weeks have passed since Kelsey’s first run-in with Deputy Jack Thompson—when she lost her innocence. Since that night the preacher’s girl has lived in constant fear of what she would do if he came back for her. But even worse is the fear of what she might do if he didn’t. When he pulls her over late at night on a lonely country road for speeding she’s not sure how to react. Is he going to give her a ticket, or does the sexy deputy have something else in mind?

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Busting Kelsey

The glowing amber LED clock in her dashboard read 11:43 when Kelsey turned onto the dark stretch of rural highway running between the interstate and Briarwood Hollow. After working an hour past closing at the community college library she was running much later than usual getting home. Even though she had called to let her daddy know, she knew he would worry about her being out so late. He might not actually say anything since she was nineteen now and in college, but he would still worry. It was that more than any real desire to get home that had her hurrying just a little bit too much for her own good that night.

As she passed a seemingly-deserted rest stop, headlights flipped on in her rear-view mirror and a moment later the distinctive red and blue flashing lights of a sheriff’s patrol car lit up the night. The wail of the siren clamped fingers of cold panic around her throat and set her heart pounding. With a shiver of apprehension she braked and pulled over to the side of the road.

It had been two weeks since her run-in with sheriff’s deputy Jack Thompson, when she had lost both her virginity and her innocence. Two weeks spent trying to deny the lusts the handsome deputy had awakened in her had accomplished little—every time she thought of him Kelsey found herself wet and aching and longing to relive the time they had spent together. Prayer didn’t help; when she closed her eyes images of the rippling muscles of his toned body overwhelmed her, and she knew she was headed straight to Hell if she didn’t get herself under control. But when she thought of his mouth on her, exploring her most private places and claiming her in a way she had never even imagined until that night, she found she didn’t care about damnation nearly as much as she used to.

Since that night Kelsey had lived in constant fear—fear of what she would do if Jack Thompson came for her again, and fear of what she might do if he didn’t.

She tried to make herself calm down as the tall figure stepped from the patrol car and walked towards her, but silhouetted by the headlights she couldn’t even tell if it was Jack or not. With a little prayer that it was one of the other deputies, that she might be spared a second bout with temptation that she knew she was sure to lose, she pulled her paperwork out of the glove compartment and rolled down her window.

The flashlight beam that speared into the car blinded her, but she would have recognized low drawl that accompanied it anywhere.

“Miss, I need to see your driver’s license, registration, and proof of insurance.”

She handed them over silently, her heart in her throat. What was he going to do? Would he actually give her a ticket? Maybe he didn’t even want her anymore after that night? Now that he had taken her virginity maybe he was done with her.

“Miss Trimble, do you know how fast you were going?”

“Yes sir,” she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. “I’m sorry, it’s late and I was just in a hurry to get home.”

“Late is no excuse,” the deputy told her sternly. “If you’re running late, you should have started earlier. Wait here; I’ll be right back.”