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  Tameka’s Smile

  Zena Wynn

  Published by Phaze Books

  Also by Zena Wynn

  The Contract

  A Matter of Trust

  Mary and the Bear

  Illicit Attraction

  The Question

  This is an explicit and erotic novel

  intended for the enjoyment

  of adult readers. Please keep

  out of the hands of children.

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  Tameka’s Smile

  A True Mates novel by

  ZENA WYNN

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  Tameka’s Smile copyright 2009 by Zena Wynn

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Cover art © 2009, Debi Lewis

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  eBook ISBN-13: 978-1-60659-519-0

  First Edition—November, 2009

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  Tameka’s Smile

  Zena Wynn

  Chapter One

  Tameka Jones squinted in the bright sunlight that flooded her car when she came around the last curve. She hastily flipped down the visor, heaving a sigh of relief when the shade erased the glare from her eyes. County Road 17 was virtually empty. The last car she’d seen passed in the opposite direction three miles back. Today was a scorcher, with the temperature in the high nineties. Only the desperately bored like herself and those whose jobs required it were out in this unexpected, mid-Spring heat wave.

  As she came out of the next curve and into a long stretch of straight road, she automatically glanced into her rearview mirror. The police cruiser behind her shocked her into checking her speedometer. She wasn’t speeding, thank goodness, but slowed anyway. It must have come from one of the side roads she’d passed, because this was her first time noticing it behind her.

  When she glanced back again, the cruiser had its signal light on, preparing to pass. Good, let it. She hated driving with the police behind her. She slowed even more. The car moved out and picked up speed. As it drew even with her, Tameka’s gaze was curiously drawn to it. It was an annoying habit, the need to look at vehicles’ occupants as they passed her.

  The male deputy looked hot and tired in his dark uniform, eyes shaded by mirrored sunglasses. Tameka gave him a blindingly bright, friendly smile when he glanced in her direction. It had to be rough, being required to work out here in this heat. That he was in an air-conditioned cruiser didn’t mean much. She had her AC on full blast and still felt sweat pooling between her breasts to soak into the elastic of her top.

  She was puzzled when the cruiser seemed to hesitate for a moment, then dropped back into place behind her, but let it go. She wasn’t speeding or doing anything illegal. With one more reassuring glance at her gauge, she cranked up the volume as one of her favorite songs came on. She sang along with the CD, her head keeping time with the rhythmic beat through that song and well into the next one, before the sound of a horn blowing behind her caused her to jump and look into her rearview mirror. The deputy’s lights were flashing and he was gesturing with his hand, commanding her to pull over.

  Her gaze went back to the speedometer. She was under the speed limit. Why was he messing with her? Maybe it was her out-of-state tag. She’d heard about small town cops giving outsiders a hard time. She searched the side of the road, looking for a good place to pull over. There wasn’t any. The road was heavily forested on both sides, and there was no emergency lane. When the deputy gave a brief blast of the siren, she reluctantly turned on her signal and slowed down so that she could ease off the road onto the grassy embankment.

  She pulled as far off the pavement as she could to be sure the officer had plenty of room. She’d seen televised videos of officers killed by passing vehicles and she didn’t want this man’s death on her conscience. She stopped the car, put it in park, and watched in her side-view mirror as the deputy approached. He was a big, intimidating-looking man with those broad shoulders and mirrored sunglasses that prevented her from seeing his eyes. His gold-toned nametag read C. Wilson.

  He tapped on the window, and she rushed to roll it down. “Is there a problem, Officer?”

  “Turn down the music.”

  “Oh, right.” She jabbed the button, cutting it off.

  “License, registration, and proof of insurance, ma’am.”

  Tameka retrieved her license from her purse and reached for the glove compartment to get the rest. She visibly hesitated when the deputy’s hand shifted to rest on the butt of his gun. “My registration and insurance card are here, in my glove compartment. I don’t have a weapon.”

  “Just move real slow and keep your hands where I can see them.”

  Nervous now, she did just as he instructed. “What did I do?”

  He took the items from her and cautioned, “I’ll be back in a minute. Don’t move.”

  She rolled up her window and watched in her side mirror as he walked back to the cruiser and got in. From the motions he made, he was running her license on the computer she’d seen earlier. Again she questioned why he’d pulled her over. She was a good, law-abiding citizen. No tickets of any kind or arrests on her record. She even returned her library books on time.

  How long did it take to run a license, anyway? At least she was in the shade, which provided a small respite from the heat. Ten minutes later, he returned. She rolled the window back down.

  “Ma’am, turn off your vehicle and step out of the car.”

  As she turned off the motor, she asked, “Can you please tell me what this is about?”

  He removed the sunglasses and tucked them into the front of his shirt. Tameka’s eyes widened. The man was handsome enough to make her drool, but his vibrant green eyes were those of a killer. Said eyes narrowed in warning, “Step out of the vehicle. Now!”

  Thoroughly intimidated, Tameka got out of her car, leaving the keys in the ignition. Her tank top immediately clung to her curves as a light sheen a sweat coated her, caused either by the heat or her rattled nerves. She pulled at the thin material of her gathered skirt to keep it from sticking to her legs. The high grass tickled her ankles and calves, bared as they were by the flip-flops she wore.

  Deputy Wilson lightly seized her arm and moved her from behind the open driver’s door, around the hood of the car, to the passenger side of her vehicle. “Spread your feet apart and place your hands on the hood of the vehicle.”

  “What!” She must have heard wrong. Was she being arrested?

  With his booted foot, he nudged her legs apart. “Spread your feet and place your hands on the hood, like this.” He took her hands and placed them on
the hood, not allowing her to jerk free when the heated metal stung her hands. Their position forced his body into close contact with hers.

  “I need to search for contraband. Do you have a husband or boyfriend who can come and get you if your vehicle is confiscated?”

  “Confiscate my vehicle? Contraband? You mean … drugs? You think I’m a drug dealer?” Her voice rose with each question.

  “Just answer the question, ma’am.”

  “What question!” she snapped, seriously getting pissed. She’d heard about cops harassing innocent people, but she’d never expected it to happen to her. Drug dealer, my ass.

  “Husband? Boyfriend? … Girlfriend?”

  “Girl…no! None of the above.”

  “Good,” she thought she heard him murmur. She forced herself to calm down. Her temper would only get her into more trouble and play right into the pig’s hands.

  He was still standing behind her, his hands on top of hers. She could feel his breath on her neck. Slowly, and so lightly that only the hairs on her arms stirred, he drew his hands up her arms until they reached her shoulders. From there, they slid up the sides and back of her neck, under her hair until they were against her scalp, which he lightly massaged.

  Tameka didn’t know a woman in the world who didn’t love a properly executed scalp massage. This man was an expert. The feel of his fingertips against her scalp caused goose bumps to break out all over her body and her nipples to harden.

  When he’d thoroughly “searched” her scalp, his hands glided down her back to her waist. There they circled around to the front of her body and slowly drifted up. The law being what it was, Tameka figured he’d stop before he reached her breasts. She was wrong. He continued until he cupped both of them in his massively large hands.

  “This feels suspicious.” He rotated the palms of his hands against her pebbled nipples. “Bears further investigation.” His hands stroked back down and slid under the hem of her tank.

  “Officer, I don’t think this is …”

  “Shhh, anything you say can and will be held against you.”

  The familiar words of the Miranda, along with the memory of those ice-cold, merciless, green eyes halted her protest before it could fully form. His calloused hands gently skimmed her stomach until it reached the fragile elastic barrier of her tank’s shelf-bra, which provided little protection against his seeking hands. He dug underneath until his hands cupped both breasts, skin-to-skin. Then he rolled, tugged, and toyed with her nipples, “inspecting” them.

  He manipulated them until the skin was puckered and tight, and her hips jerked with each pull. Then he released them and continued his search. The sun filtering through the rustling leaves, along with the quiet sounds of nature, gave the whole experience a surreal feel.

  His hands skimmed down the sides of her legs until he reached her ankles. He circled them with his fingers. “Dainty.” The word floated up to her. He circled his hands to the inside of her legs and reversed directions. She tensed her legs in preparation of closing them.

  “Keep your legs where they are or I’ll haul you down to the station and strip search you.”

  The threat, spoken in that no-nonsense tone of voice, kept her still. A bead of sweat gathered between her breasts and rolled down to her stomach as his hands continued their upward journey.

  At her knees, his touch shifted. Instead of using the flat of his hands, he used the tips of his fingers on both legs. When he neared the apex of her thighs, he commanded, “Spread them wider.”

  Tameka found herself complying, horribly fascinated. Would he touch her sex? He wouldn’t dare, would he? His fingertips continued their journey and stopped a breath away from her thong bikini. She waited with bated breath to see what he would do. He lingered there, his fingers lightly caressing the sensitive skin in the crease of her inner thighs. Tameka’s whole body tightened as tension held her in its grip. Her legs tensed, each individual muscle tautening as she fought against the need to move.

  Finally, she felt it. The sensuous glide of a finger against the crotch of her panties. He did it again, only this time there was a light scraping sensation, as though he used his fingernail instead of the pad of his finger. It started at her clit and slowly dragged back until it hovered over the entrance to her vagina. Ignoring the command of her brain, her hips arched, pressing back into his touch.

  “I feel moisture.” His voice came out hoarse and he stopped to clear his throat. It was firmer when he continued. “I need to determine the source.”

  He rose up behind her until he loomed over her, with one hand still between her legs, lightly stroking the damp fabric stretched taut over her nether lips. He placed his free hand on the center of her back between her shoulder blades and pushed. “Bend over.”

  He applied steady but firm pressure until Tameka was completely bent over the hood of the car, braced on her forearms. This position placed her butt in the air and left her breasts hanging unfettered. She felt vulnerable, spread out as she was, and tried to rise.

  “Hold the position or I’ll handcuff you.”

  She dropped back down on the hood and hung her head. She didn’t want to be handcuffed. Then she’d be completely at his mercy.

  And you’re not, now?

  He gathered her skirt and drew it to her waist, tucking it inside of her waistband so that it would stay up and out of the way. She could feel him staring at her.

  “Your ass is pretty.” He smoothed his hand up one globe and then down the other. They clenched involuntarily under his caress. “Back to the business at hand.”

  The hand between her legs probed at the elastic edge of her panties before slipping inside. He toyed with the lips of her pussy, spreading her moisture around. When she was well lubricated, he parted them and stroked the opening of her vagina. The muscles there clenched and relaxed, as though her pussy was trying to draw his finger inside.

  The hand on her hip slid around to her belly and then joined its partner between her legs. It slid down her mound until it rested over her cloth-covered clit. “We’ve discovered contraband in some amazing places. I would be negligent in my duties as an officer of the law if I didn’t check out every potential hiding place,” he whispered in her ear.

  With those words of warning, he eased two fingers inside her sheath and began stroking in and out, inching steadily deeper while the hand in front pressed hard against her clit. Tameka moaned as her pussy greedily clamped down on his invading fingers. They were so big, it felt like a cock, and she hadn’t had sex in years. The part of her mind that could still function reasonably was outraged at what he was doing; the advantage he was taking of his position as an officer of the law. But her body, it was screaming, “Hell, yes. Just like that.” Her hips surged back, driving his fingers deeper. Her back arched as she rode his hands.

  Heat was all around her and in her as well. Her nipples were scorched as they dragged back and forth against the hot metal surface of the hood. Her hands tightened into fists and then flattened as she used them to brace her upper body and give herself more leverage as she thrust backwards into each stroke of his fingers.

  Then he added another digit and picked up the pace. Her breathing caught in rhythm with his pumping fingers, turning into breathy little moans. She could feel an orgasm building.

  “Deeper.”

  “Harder.”

  “Faster.”

  The words were forced out of her from someplace deep inside. Her mind was mortified, but her body didn’t care. It knew what it needed and was driving towards it.

  He added a fourth finger and thrust vigorously, the force of his movement driving her forward against the hand that was pressing against her clit, rubbing her against it. She bucked against him and gave a muffled shriek as she exploded. He stroked her clit even harder, prolonging her orgasm until she sank onto the hood of the car, replete.

  He withdrew his fingers from her sheath, and over the sound of her panting, she thought she heard him slurping his fingers
and growling. Too tired to move, she lay there trying to catch her breath as he straightened her clothes. He put her skirt back into place and smoothed his hands down her legs. He was finished. Good. Maybe now she could go home.

  She was wrong. He placed his hands on her hips, and ground his cock into her ass, letting her feel how hard he was. His hands slid up the side of her body, then under her until they were cupping her breasts. Hands on her mounds, he lifted her torso until she was standing. He played with her breasts, grinding his cock against her until her head fell back against his chest and she was rubbing back against him.

  He nibbled on her ear, then whispered, “My apologies. You fit the profile, but you’re not the suspect we’re looking for after all.” One of his hands left her breast and reached down inside her skirt and panties to play with her clit. “I searched diligently and found no trace of any illegal substance.”

  The motion of his hand sped up and she arched wildly into it. “On behalf of the entire Bradford County Sheriff’s department, I apologize for any inconvenience you may have suffered during the course of this investigation.”

  Without any warning, he pinched down hard on her nipple and bit her neck. The unexpected pain shocked her body and sent her crashing into another orgasm, screaming as she came. All the feeling left her legs and centered in her cunt. He caught her up in his arms as her knees weakened, causing her to slump against him, and carried her to driver’s side of her car. Setting her on her feet, he braced her against the side of the car while he opened the door, then helped her into the driver’s seat and fastened her seatbelt.

  He reached further inside, started the car, and then turned on the air, positioning the vents to blow directly on her. He cupped her cheek and looked into her dazed eyes. “Drive carefully. I’ll be right behind you to make sure you get home safely.” He lightly stroked her lips with his thumb before straightening to his full height. He reached down and adjusted the massive erection his loose-fitted pants did little to disguise, then closed the door. He brought his fingers to his hat in a brief salute and sauntered away.