SHELTER - 3 SHOWER

Standard disclaimer - I own nothing from "In The Heat of The Night" and am making no profit from this work of fiction.

Okay, kids. There be smut ahead. Muse won't confirm what kind of smut, but she did hint at nakedness, water, hands and mouths. That is good enough for me.

ITHOTN

The guns were secured in the Johnson's gun safe. Adair requested that he bring the case with the AR-15 to his house. Watching her secure and empty all the weapons as she placed them in the safe had made him hard again. The smile on her face as she caressed the fully-automatic Uzi was one he would remember for a long time.

Wondering if it was sinful to thank the Lord that he kept his house relatively neat while awaiting the arrival of a woman he was going to commit carnal acts with, he glanced around the bedroom to make sure it was presentable. He'd put on fresh sheets this morning. The towels had been washed last night. Walking back into the living room, he checked the thermostat. Maybe 70 was a bit low. No, later it would feel good. A knock at the back door made him smile. He noticed her nervousness right away and decided to ease into things.

"Here, lemme give ya the tour," Bubba said, as he took her bag and phone case to put them on the kitchen table. His fingers intertwined with hers as he led her through the house.

They arrived back in the kitchen. "Want somethin' to drink?" he asked, opening the door to the refrigerator.

She peeked around his side and was impressed; it was organized and contained actual food, a few root beers and a pitcher of tea. Then she spied the familiar red, white and blue can. "Is that a Pepsi?" Adair sounded excited.

"Yup. One of them throwback ones - real sugar. Want one?" he asked, pulling out two cans and opening the freezer to get ice cubes.

"I have not had a soft drink in ages and that would probably settle best with the shot of whiskey Miss Johnson gave me to calm my nerves." The blush on her cheeks was very pretty.

Bubba turned and pulled her closer. "There ain't nothin' to be nervous 'bout here. We don't gotta do nothin' you don't wanna. Can even have the shower to yourself - I don't mind." He would be disappointed, but did not want her to feel uncomfortable or forced.

"No," she said strongly. "It's just, well, it has been a long time for me. So it is just regular nerves. You don't make nervous." Her hands went around his waist and they hugged.

"Been a few years for me, too," he said quietly.

"Don't know if that makes me feel better or not," she quipped, stepping back from him. "If we are both out of practice, no telling what we have forgotten."

"They say it's like ridin' a bike; remember once you start doin' it again," he told her. He turned to get glasses out of the cabinet and put ice in them.

"That's just the thing - I never learned to ride a bike, so the analogy makes no sense to me."

"Never?" Bubba handed her a glass and a can of soda, then took his own and led her into the living room.

"Nope, I tried once and ran into a creosote bush. Balance is not one of my talents - especially when two wheels are involved." Adair settled next to him on the couch and moved the ads from the Sunday paper over to place their drinks on.

"Only tried it the one time, did ya?" he teased, opening both cans and handing her one.

"Well, we were visiting friends in Arizona, so I tried it. My family was living on a ranch at the edge of a town in Mexico at the time, so there were not a lot of opportunities for me to learn." She took a long sip of her drink directly from the can and sighed. "Oh, that is about as good as I remember. Thank you." Her smile was lovely.

She sat back and snuggled against his side. "Maybe other things'll be as good as you remember," Bubba leaned down to kiss her. He was surprised when she broke the kiss a few minutes later and straddled his legs, bottom resting on his knees.

"A few ground rules are perhaps called for," she said earnestly. He nodded for her to continue. "I have been tested since my last relationship and trust you have too." He nodded again. "Then the option of protection is up to you. I cannot become pregnant."

Bubba studied the woman in his lap and tried to slow his heart rate. Lord, it had been a coon's age since he'd not used a condom. "Why's that?" he asked, trying to remember how old the ones in his nightstand were.

Adair leaned back and one hand lowered the waistband of her shorts, revealing two small scars below her navel. "Cancer. They caught it very early, but took most of the plumbing." Her bright smile amazed him.

"That means…" he started to comment.

"It means I am alive, Captain. That is worth whatever they wanted to take out." He smiled in response and said no more on the subject.

"Thought we settled this earlier, or you gonna call me 'Captain' all night?" Bubba teased.

"That is something else. We may fool around, but I will not have sex with a man who won't tell me his real name; call it a quirk of mine." Her arms crossed and she leaned away from him.

"Told ya to call me 'Bubba'," he reminded her.

"That is what your six brothers and sisters call you. I am an only child and do not have a brother. What is the name on your birth certificate, Captain Skinner?" her tone was dead serious just like it had been earlier when he surprised her at the track.

"Don't like it."

"I don't care."

"Can't say in front of nobody else," he threatened.

"You may spank me in public if I should do so," Adair offered, nearly distracting him with the mental image of doing that.

"And if I only wanna fool around tonight?" he countered as his hands began rubbing her thighs.

The smirk on her face made him pause. She put her hands on his shoulders and scooted her bottom down to his groin. There was no way in hell she didn't feel his erection as her pelvis ground into him, making him groan. Then her head lowered and her mouth was right next to his ear. "Are you sure about that, Captain? Are you positive you do not want to help get my pussy all clean in the shower only to make it all wet and ready for your cock?" she whispered.

Something snapped at that minute. He couldn't say what exactly did it - maybe everything combined; it had been so long since he'd had sex, he rarely found a woman who would talk just dirty enough to arouse him, or the woman currently grinding her wet crotch into his erection. His hands grabbed her hips and she stopped moving. "Stand up," he said quietly.

Adair looked surprised. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…"

"Hush, now," he told her as he stood and grabbed her hand. "No more talkin' for a while." He led her into the kitchen to gather her things, then headed to his bedroom. He took the long gun case off the bed and slid it on end between the nightstand and the bed. Her bag and phone were placed on the bureau. His hand on her back gently pushed her toward the bathroom. As she entered, she gasped at the dark stone shower with two shower heads. It was at least eight feet cubed - more than big enough for several people. He smiled and took the clip-on holster, placing it on the counter.

His shirt was thrown into the basket of laundry, but Adair did not notice. Her hands traced the muscles on his stomach and worked up to his chest. Bubba gently grabbed her hair when her lips closed around one of his nipples. He wanted to see her. She seemed to understand and peeled off the top, exposing her breasts to him.

It was his turn to caress and explore. Her eyes closed and she leaned into his touch. He barely noticed that she was working his shorts down until they fell to his feet. Her fingers closing around his cock through the athletic supporter nearly did him in. His hand pulled hers away and placed it on the waist of her shorts. He was the only one with clothing on now - she was not wearing panties under her shorts. Oh the things he could have done earlier had he known this. The last bit was thrown on the ever-growing pile. He held the shower door open and motioned her inside.

Directed to stand on one side of the shower, Adair studied the male form in front of her as he turned the water on and adjusted it. The man was built like a Greek god - save for the appendage below his waist. That was twice as big as the ancient Greeks dreamed of.

She was pulled under the warm stream of water and enjoyed the feeling of his hands rubbing her bottom as they hugged. "Get washed first, but save that dirty pussy for me," his voice was rough and went straight to her core. She nodded in response, taking the washcloth from him and beginning to soap her body.

Bubba went under the other showerhead and began doing the same. He had just leaned over to wash his feet several minutes later when he felt a washcloth on his backside. Turning around, he found the woman on her knees in front of him. She held up the cloth and motioned to his cock. He gave a quick nod. Her touch was gentle as she thoroughly washed him. After he rinsed off, her hand nudged his hip and he turned back around.

The feel of her lips on his cock made him swallow hard. It had been far too long - so long that he was about ready to come after just a few minutes. "No," he said quietly and tried to move away.

Adair shushed him. "Stop talking." Her mouth was back on his cock, this time sucking. When one hand reached up to massage his balls, Bubba was lost. His body leaned back against the wall and he let out little groans as his climax quickly approached. He tried to pull her off his cock before he came, but she swatted his hand away and sucked harder. That was all it took. Their eyes locked as his cock twitched and she swallowed. It was one of the most erotic moments in his life.

He recovered while she finished washing, her teasing poses not lost on him. Adair had just straightened from washing her lower legs when she heard the other shower turn off, followed by the feel of his body pressing against her back. "My turn." He reached around and took the washcloth from her.

She was surprised at his gentle touch. Her hips had just started moving, trying to get more friction against the flannel as he teased her, when he turned her around. They kissed as he took the shower head off its holder. Kneeling in front of her, his fingers lightly grazed all the areas between her legs as the water rinsed off the last of the soap. The spray was moved closer and his fingers gently parted her lips. No area was left unsprayed or untouched when he finally stood up. After putting the shower head back in place, he turned her around again. His front molded to her back as his hands held her hips still. She felt his lips graze along her left shoulder and tilted her head to the right. Her body shuddered as small nips and kisses were placed up her neck. His tongue snaked out and teased her earlobe.

"Oh, Captain, what you do to me," Adair whispered.

"My name is Vincent. Named after my grandpa, but hearin' it makes my granny awful sad - that's why nobody says it," he said softly.

She pushed off the wall a few inches and shut off the water before turning around. Her hands held his face and their eyes locked. "Thank you, Bubba."

He returned her smile. "You're welcome, Adair. Ready to dry off?" He went out first and placed a towel on the floor so she wouldn't slip, then handed her another and took one himself. They finished and hung up the towels to air dry.

Bubba took her hand and she followed him to the side of the bed. He sat down and took both of her hands in his. The pretty blush was back on her cheeks. "You gettin' those nerves back?" he teased. She shook her head. "Cause we don't hafta do nothin' you don't wanna do, hon. I'm serious." Even at this point, the deciding was all up to her.

"I know you are, and I appreciate you being such a gentleman. Silly as it is, there is no delicate way to tell you this." Bubba prepared to be rejected. "So I am just going to blurt it out and then go use the facilities before I turn as bright as a beet." She took a deep breath. "During sex, I get very wet - as in bed-soaking wet - and we need to put down a towel at the very least." Her eyes closed and the blush grew darker.

He chuckled as she pulled away and headed back toward the bathroom. Just before the door closed, he called out. "Throw me two of them towels first, would ya?" The items flew out into the middle of the room and the door shut.

The double layer of folded terry cloth, along with the rubber pad leftover from his nephew's last visit were surely enough protection. He heard the door open and Adair started to turn off the light, but he told her to leave it on and pull the door almost closed. The rest of the lights in the bedroom were off except the one at his bedside, which he now turned off. Again, this allowed her to pick how bright she wanted things to be.

She stood at the empty side of the bed and looked around. Holding up the holster and placing it on the empty nightstand, she told him one was in the chamber of both it and the AR-15. He moved the pillow next to him and showed her the butt of his own 9mm tucked between the mattress and the frame, advising the same.

Her laugh as she crawled on the bed and lay down to face him made him curious. "What's tickled you?"

"Us. There is enough firepower in this room to take on a small militia. Very few people are comfortable with that much weaponry."

Bubba rolled on his side to face her and reached out to trace her lips with his finger. "Maybe that's some a the appeal," he said softly.

Teeth gave his finger a light nip. "Or maybe you just want to get your hands on that Uzi - I saw your eyes light up when that case was opened," Adair teased.

"Right now, wanna get my hands on somethin' else." His body scooted closer to hers.

"Just your hands?"

"Hush, now," he told her before closing the distance between them and soundly kissing her.

Many minutes of kissing and caressing later, Adair was fighting her inner demon - the one which was screaming for her to just throw the man on his back and mount him. He may have gotten relief earlier, but she had yet to come. Was it just a Southern thing to be so slow and deliberate? A gentlemanly thing? Surely he wasn't waiting for her - wait, maybe he was. Slowly she rolled on her back while gently pushing his hand between her legs.

A hum of satisfaction rumbled in Bubba's throat. He was beginning to think she was not interested in anything more than kissing tonight. His fingers found her already very wet. This shouldn't take long at all then. A brush directly on her button made him wince internally, knowing it was very sensitive. Then he noticed the wiggle of her hips against him. So he did it again, and she moaned. He began flicking the very tip and kissed her, thrusting his tongue against hers. She started to squirm and he realized something wasn't quite to her liking.

Bubba broke the kiss and put his cheek against hers. "Just tell me, hon. Tell me what ya want," he softly told her.

"Do you mind if I do that while you put your fingers inside?" Her voice was hesitant.

Never in his life had he seen a woman play with herself. Silently cheering for the chance to observe, he lifted a bit and studied her face. "Can I watch?" Her eyes widened. "Next time I'll know whatcha like" he explained. She nodded and smiled.

It took a bit of maneuvering, but he was finally sitting between her legs. One finger eased inside and he watched as she began rubbing. Another finger joined the first as she rubbed harder. Just barely curling his fingers forward resulted in an exclamation of surprise from her. He did it again, bending the first two joints against the front wall.

"Stop. I need to go to the bathroom," she told him.

Bubba put his free hand against her hip and held her down. "No you don't. Keep rubbin'" He continued his assault on her g-spot as it grew rougher.

Her fingers barely moved as she whimpered. He leaned in and nuzzled her hand. She understood his hint and held herself open to him. His mouth latched onto her clit and he began to suck in rhythm with his fingers. It was only a few minutes later when he glanced up to see Adair turn her head into the pillow and scream at the same time a squirt of liquid coated the back of his hand.

She continued to reward him with little moans of pleasure as he gently licked her clean. A discreet swipe against the towel and he crawled over her, kissing his way up her body. Finally they were face-to-face.

"Holy fuck, what the hell was that?" she finally asked, her voice still rough from the scream.

"A true bed-soaker," he answered, laughing after she did. "G-spot," was his response to her look of askance.

"G for 'gee whiz that is intense as hell'? You, Captain Skinner, are a sex god," Adair declared before kissing him soundly.

"Need to do one more thing 'fore earnin' that title." Bubba studied her reaction to his boldness.

"And what would that be?" she teased. He remained silent as a slight blush rose on his cheeks. She found it quite charming. "Let loose a bit, Captain. You put your cock in my mouth and let me suck you dry. You licked my pussy and made me come twice." Her hips began to move and her hands came down to squeeze his ass. "If you can say it, you can do it."

Bubba let out a groan and kissed her hard. Their bodies rubbed against each other and it was more than he could take. Finally his resolve broke as their lips parted. "Please Adair," he pleaded. "Let me fuck you." His forehead rested against hers and his eyes closed.

She grabbed his hair and lifted his head. "Just start slow."

"Yes ma'am."

The feel of her legs wrapped around his waist along with the tightness of her pussy was a heady combination. Bubba had to remind himself over and over to take it slowly. And he did - so slowly that his back was beginning to ache. It was time for a slight change of position. Getting on his knees and holding her hips up made his cock slide a little deeper. The head rubbed against her g-spot and there was more lubrication. Ah, that was much better.

"Good?" he asked.

"Yes. Go faster." Adair began to writhe against him.

That was all the permission he needed. Steadily he increased the pace and depth of his thrusts until he was going all the way in, brushing against that spot each time. He was quickly reaching that critical point, but she was not. His pace slowed as he took her right leg and put it on his shoulder. This shifted her weight just enough so he could use his left hand.

Her little button was easy to find and Bubba began flicking it roughly only to be rewarded with a moan. That was more like it. In a few seconds he coordinated the thrusts with rubbing. They were both close now and penetration was shallower as the head of his cock drove right into the rough patch of her g-spot.

This time Adair did not scream into the pillow. Her pussy clamped down on his cock and he was done for. "Oh shit," was all he could say as his rubbing hand slowed and he exploded inside her.

"I will say it again; sex god," she giggled.

The phone rang before he could respond. They both groaned as he slowly pulled out and crawled to his side of the bed. Seeing the ID readout, he turned back to her. "Be real quiet, now." He grabbed the receiver and answered. "Skinner."

"Well, this time no one saw anythin', but someone heard a scream. Lucky for you Parker was in the john when the call came in. What the hell you doin' over there, Bubba?" Jamison sounded amused.

"Checked outside, was a cat." Adair had turned onto her stomach and was laughing into her pillow. He reached over and swatted her bare bottom.

"Right. Well, Captain Skinner, would you prefer that this go unrecorded on the log for the night? And do I need to answer the phone until Parker goes home?"

"Yeah I would, Sergeant, and no you don't. Think that cat's been taken care of." Bubba tried his best not to laugh.

"I should think so if the scream was that loud," Lonnie teased.

"Hey - that's enough now. Night, Sergeant."

"Night, Captain."

The receiver was back in the cradle before he started chuckling. Then the two of them laughed for several minutes. "I'm sorry, Bubba. I should have warned you that I'm a bit loud."

He stretched out on his side of the bed and pulled her on top of him. "Was kinda nice to hear ya come like that. Need another?" he offered.

"Nope, I'm good, thank you. Don't think I could do it again." She braced her hands on his shoulders and sat up, straddling his hips.

"Oh, betcha could," he told her as his hands caressed her thighs. "You challengin' my new title already?"

"Not at all." Her hand caught his left one and raised it to her mouth. After she began sucking his index finger, he realized it was the one that had been inside her.

"Best stop that if you don't wanna be ravaged again," he warned her.

Adair released his hand, only to grind down on his growing erection and reach behind her to tickle his balls. "Maybe after I finish my soda. Plus I think you need to kiss where you swatted me and make it feel better."

Before he could grab her, she was up and across the room, digging in her bag and pulling out a long t-shirt. He sat up as she put it on and headed to the door. "Watch out, there. Cat's layin' in front of it," he nodded at the shadow and one small paw visible underneath.

She walked over and nudged the paw with her toe. It was immediately withdrawn. "Diablo. Did you hear that other kitty?" The door was opened and she went into the living room, leaving Bubba laughing while he got out a pair of shorts to throw on.

Several minutes later they were sprawled on the couch, enjoying their sodas. Adair broke the companionable silence. "Are you going to tell me where you learned that little trick?"

"Read it in a magazine." He shrugged.

"Just what type of magazines are you reading?"

"Don't remember. Some ladies' one my sis had. Saw it while lookin' for somethin' to read after the kids was sleepin'. Real detailed an all about what to do 'fore findin' it an what a lady would feel when it were done."

"I wondered how you knew to hold me down and rub it more. Truly, Captain, that was incredible." Adair crawled over and straddled his lap. "Thank you." She gave him a quick kiss.

"You're welcome, ma'am. Thank you, for earlier - in the shower. Never had that done." Bubba blushed slightly.

"Oh, come now. Surely you have had oral sex before, sir," she teased.

"Not that - part at the end there."

"Ah, yes. I have heard that is quite intense. Glad you enjoyed it." Her hips moved and her wet pussy ground against his shorts.

"Heard not many ladies like doin' that with uncut ones." He studied her face.

She chuckled. "Aren't you the lucky one then? You found one of the few who truly appreciates a penis in its natural state for several reasons." Well that was news to him. In his limited experience, a few refused to hardly touch it and others tolerated it but none were enthusiastic about it.

His hand moved up her thigh and worked around to her bare ass, rubbing where it was lightly smacked earlier. "Didn't you say that needed tendin'?"

"As lovely as that feels," her behind pressed back against his hand, "I do believe it requires a kiss to make it feel better." Adair stood up and took a last gulp of her drink. "If you will pardon me for a moment, I will freshen…" she started to say.

"Nope." Bubba grabbed her hips and turned her around. One hand lifted her shirt and the other held her in place. "Not quite sure where that swat landed," he told her quietly. His lips planted light kisses across both sides. A slight nip on one side made her tense.

"Captain, did you just bite me?" He started to apologize, but she continued. "Need I remind you that my internal time clock is off and you just might find yourself the victim of retaliation in the middle of the night?"

Bubba chuckled. "Never know, might like that." Holding onto her shirt with one hand, he sat back and slowly pulled her down to sit on his lap. The feel of her ass pressed against his cock was wonderful. He reached around and lifted her leg, placing it on the outside of his. She got the hint and did the same with her other one.

Adair relaxed back against his chest as his fingers began teasing her. For being so out of practice, he was certainly talented at foreplay. The women in this town must be crazy if they had ever been subjected to this treatment and walked away from Captain Skinner.

It only took a few minutes until he felt his shorts becoming wet with her arousal. "Wanna try 'nother position?"

She leaned to one side and her hands locked at the base of his neck. "I am in favor of any position which involves that magnificent cock of yours inside my wet pussy," Adair told him.

His finger worked inside her slowly. "You that wet 'cause a me?" Bubba whispered.

"Yes. That is all your doing, Captain." Her walls contracted around his finger.

He carefully moved her legs together. "Stand up." She stood and moved a few steps to the side. Another cushion was put on top of the one he had been sitting on, then the blanket on the back of sofa was put down. Before he could say anything, she knelt on blanket and braced herself.

His fingers reached down and teased her a little more, until her hips began moving. He stood right behind her and was just about to ask for permission when she reached between her legs and grabbed his cock.

"Now." Adair pulled the head inside her pussy.

Bubba complied, turned on by the fact that she had become monosyllabic. And the position they were in, it was one of his favorites. It had nothing to do with not having to look at his partner, or submission. Standing up allowed him to brace and thrust more, plus it left his hands free to roam. They caressed her back and her hips as he began moving.

"Harder. Faster." He sped up a little, but knew going all out would end things very quick. His thrusts were going a bit deeper and Adair was arching into them.

His torso rested against her back. "Not gonna last long goin' faster," he told her.

"Me either." Her hand caught his balls and tugged.

Well, she had been warned. He took a strong hold of her hips and began driving in and out of her as fast as he could. The first time she let out a yelp, he asked if he was hurting her and her head shook as her 'no' was muffled against the cushioned back of the sofa. Then he felt the tell-tale flutter begin. Bubba powered through the contractions and her sounds until he reached the point of no return. Adair's scream into the couch made him thrust deeper and a few minutes later, he was done.

Bubba stood there, still holding onto her hips and panting. The next contraction of her pussy around his now-sensitive cock made him wince. He started to pull out, but her hand reached back to hold his hip.

"Stay still a minute."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing - just aftershocks." Her eyes closed as the muscles contracted again.

"You doin' that?" He asked and she shook her head. "Aftershocks?"

Adair inhaled deeply. "Some orgasms that are really strong are like earthquakes in that there are aftershocks." She hummed as he felt another flutter. "It is quite nice, really."

Now he would agree - it was starting to feel good. Plus she had said 'really strong' and Bubba took that as a compliment. When the next flutter started, he flexed his pelvic muscles and thrust just a little. Adair's eyes flew open and she turned to look at him.

"I don't think my knees will last for another round on these cushions, Bubba."

He chuckled and rubbed her hips. "That's fine. Bed next, I think." Slowly he withdrew and helped her stand up.

"I think I need to clean up first." She pulled the shirt down and held it between her legs.

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