Cowboy Rescue
STORY EXCERPT

Are you outside my apartment right now?

A smiley face was his response.

Maria raced to the doors. Peering through the blinds—thank God I shut them when I got home—she searched the street below her second-story apartment of the three-story building. A car rolled down the street in front of the building and a couple crossed from her side to the diner on the other side. Several people sat in Corner Time Diner, but that wasn’t unusual. And none of them were staring up at her apartment. The houses that sat on either side of the diner seemed empty, aside from Mrs. Persky’s home. The elderly lady was always peeping out from behind her curtains. Although at times it seemed rude, right now she was happy that the woman was a snoop. But even having Mrs. Persky on watch didn’t ease the tension stiffening her neck.

Where is he? She dragged in a rough breath, refusing to let herself believe he wasn’t there, and searched again. But still nothing.

He’s playing with me.

She hurried back to the computer and slid into the chair she’d scrounged from off the side of the road and refinished. She’d covered the seat with a material using the same colors of her sofa.

Her apartment was small with two tiny bedrooms and an open area that served as a living room and dining room combination. Only two or three people could fill the galley-style kitchen, but she loved the place anyway. It was hers, and after sharing a bedroom with her sister until she’d moved off to college where she’d shared first dorm rooms then apartments with various friends, she was happy to have a place of her own.

But living alone hadn’t come about until recently. She’d tried sharing the place with a roommate to help with expenses, but once Sharron Watkins had accused her of stealing her boyfriend, that was the end of that. Sharron had moved out less than a month earlier, still owing last month’s rent. But Maria didn’t care. She’d paid Sharron’s part of the rent, then turned the second bedroom into an office. She loved living all alone. At least until the e-mails had started.

Now she would’ve welcomed even Sharron’s blunt and sometimes hurtful way of talking and even the fact that she’d rarely bought food or cleaned the place. Having someone else with her would make her feel more secure.

She drew in a breath then let it out as she typed. “You’re not outside. Where are you?”

“Does that mean you’ll come to me? Will you meet me now?”

Now she answered fast. “No.”

“Ah. So you want me to come to you. In due time, my sweet. In due time.”

She jerked her hands away from the keyboard. Will he take my refusal to come to meet him as another invitation to come to my home?

“Maria. Ah, how I love the name, Maria. It is so much lovelier than Torrie.”

“But the person you fell in love with is Torrie. I’m not Torrie. Nothing about me is like Torrie. She just used my photograph on a fake Friends Face page. She’s the woman you fell for.”

“I know that now. But it doesn’t matter. Words are only words. Your beauty transcends everything else.”

She’d been wrong to answer him, to try and find out about him. “But I don’t want to have anything to do with you. Please. Stop e-mailing me.”

Her body grew stiff, her fingers aching with the need for him to leave her alone.

“But why? We are having a wonderful discussion. I don’t ever want to stop.”

“You don’t know me and I don’t want to know you.”

When he didn’t answer for several minutes, she dared to hope that she’d finally gotten through to him.

“I’m sorry, my sweet. But I love you. And, in time, you will learn to love me. I’ll make you love me.”

Her hands shook as she typed. “You can’t make someone love you. Now leave me alone, or I’ll call the police.”

“You already did.”

She gasped. He knew she’d gone to the police? She sat back, her hands fisted in her lap. What do I do now?
“Maria, I like the way you wore your hair today.”

Her breath caught in her throat. She usually wore her hair tied back so she could lean over her students’ shoulders and check their work without it falling in her face. Today was one of the few days she’d worn it loose.

“You’re watching me?” She’d paused before adding the question mark. After all, didn’t she already know the answer?

“Of course I do. I watch you all the time. How could I not watch someone as captivating as you? I must say, you’re so good with children. Perhaps we can have one of our own someday. Or perhaps one of each? You’re going to be stunning carrying my child.”

Her stomach did a sickening flip-flop. “Are you watching me now?”

“Yes.”

She let out a cry and pressed the back of her hand to her mouth.

“How?”

“I have my ways.”

“You have to stop. You have to leave me alone. Don’t e-mail me again. Stay away from me.”

“I can’t and I won’t, Maria. I’m coming for you soon. Once I do, we’ll be together forever.”

She clicked the e-mail program closed, then moved as fast as she could to the purse on the kitchen counter. Digging through the contents, she searched for the card the woman had given her.

“Please. I know I put it in here.” A whimper escaped her. “Find it, damn it.”

She almost wept when her fingers found the small rectangular card and held it up. Grabbing her cell phone, she punched in the numbers and then held her breath as the phone on the other end started to ring.

“Please pick up. Please pick up.”

At last, she heard a deep male voice.

“Gabriel here. Talk to me.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Mike jerked up, saw the spatula, and laughed. “So you like to spank, huh?”

Maria flicked it against his arm for her answer.

“Do you like to get spanked?”

She told him the truth. “I don’t know. But I’d like to find out.”

He pulled her over onto her side, eliciting a small yelp of surprise from her. Taking the spatula out of her hand, he whacked it against her butt. The sting was sharp and more painful than she’d expected. But what was more unexpected was the wonderful, sinful sensation it gave her. She let out a small moan and reached for him, but he held her down.

“Tell me, Maria. Have you been a bad, bad girl?” He spanked her again, hitting a little harder.

She cried out, keeping her body upright by leaning on one elbow as she grabbed hold of his arm for leverage. “Not as bad as I’d like to be.”

He laughed and added another spanking to her butt cheek. “Then, darlin’, be as bad as you want.”

“I don’t know how.”

He paused, his hand in midair. “Now that is a damn shame. But it doesn’t mean you can’t learn. You’ll be the student and I’ll be your teacher. Let’s start the lessons with an easy one. Come on, darlin’, talk dirty to me.”

She opened her mouth. “I’m not sure how to do that, either.”

“Just tell me what you want to do to me.” He slid the hand still holding the spatula along her back to grab her hair. He yanked it hard.

She whimpered, but it was a whimper of delight. “I want to fuck you. I want you to shove your big dick deep inside my pussy.”

“Go on.” He leaned forward and slid his hand between her legs.

His fingers found her clit and massaged her, working the massive muscles in his arm. “I want you to put your mouth down there again. I’ve never had anyone do that before.”

He paused, his jaw dropping. “You’re kidding. I guess the men you’ve dated didn’t know how to treat a woman.” He rubbed her clit harder and tightened his hold on her hair. “Tell me you want me to eat your pussy.”

“I want you to eat my pussy.”

He flipped her back onto her butt again and pushed her legs wide. “Don’t come again until I tell you.”

She gasped as he put his head between her legs and drew her clit in between his teeth. He pushed two fingers into her pussy as she leaned back on her hands and spread her legs even wider.

If he’d said he could do magic with his tongue, she would’ve believed him. His tongue alone was an instrument of wonder as he licked her, then sucked her clit in again before thrusting his fingers deep inside her.

“Ooh, Mike. I can’t…”

Her words were lost as the climax ripped into her. The sounds of him drinking her juices overwhelmed her, and she rode her body’s shudders to the end.

He straightened up and wiped his mouth. With a wicked grin, he brought the spatula down on her leg. She squealed and jumped.

“I didn’t tell you to come.”

She nodded, but couldn’t speak anything but his name. “Mike.”

Now it was his turn not to talk. He stared at her, his eyes clouded with lust and a quality that reminded her of a wild animal.

With a groan, he tugged her close and shoved his cock into her pussy again. Amazing her, his cock seemed to get even bigger as he pounded into her. He dropped the spatula as his fingers dug into the flesh of her butt cheeks. She rocked over the tiles that were warm now with her juices.

Once, twice, three times more, he thrust into her as the storm of another climax brewed inside her. Then, when she couldn’t hold back the whirlwind any longer, he stiffened, the body that had reminded her of granite growing as still as an unmovable stone wall.

With a roar that echoed around her small apartment, he ground into her one last time and let his release go. Her orgasm met his, her juices mixing with his cum, as their bodies shuddered together.

His body trembled, jerking through the last vestiges of his climax. Yanking his jeans up, he then pulled her into his arms. She clung to him as he carried her toward the hallway.
“Which one?”

She swept the hair out of her face and pointed to her bedroom door. He banged it open, yet, instead of taking her to her bed, he stalked to the bathroom and put her down outside the shower.
“You’re a dirty girl.”

Riding Her Rough
STORY EXCERPT

“What the hell?”

Carter’s exclamation echoed Bill’s first thought, and he couldn’t believe his eyes. A beautiful blonde woman soaked in the tub, her breasts delicious buoys on the water.

She jerked up, her eyes opening wide as she returned their stares. Perfect kiss-me lips parted, and the green in her eyes grew darker. Yet as entrancing as her face was, he couldn’t help but let his gaze fall again, locking on her at a place well below her chin. Taut nipples surrounded by her dark areolas peeked above the cloudy water level. When he forced his gaze back to her face, he would’ve sworn he could tell what she was thinking.

Yep, sweet thang. All your bubbles are gone.

Whipping her arms in front of her, she slid lower, taking her breasts below the surface. “Do you mind?”

The sound of her voice jolted him out of his trance. Carter thrust out his arms and started forcing Bill and William back, but just as they were almost out of the room, Bill stopped him and narrowed his eyes at her. He sidestepped his brother.

“Yeah, actually, we do mind.”

“Talk for yourself, cuz. I don’t mind at all.” William slanted his gaze at the tall blond drink of water then focused his aim back on Bill. “Stay there as long you like, darlin’.”

William had a point. When he thought about it, he didn’t mind much either. Still, she’d come into their home uninvited and helped herself to a bubble bath. Again, not that he really minded, but it was a matter of courtesy and principle, right? Or at least the head on top of his shoulders said so. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

She had the decency to quell the bold look in her eyes. Her blonde hair, pulled back into a casual knot, was wet around the tendrils that dangled toward the rise of her breasts. If he’d known she was in the bath, he would’ve stayed quiet so he could’ve taken more time to check her out.

Coulda, shoulda, woulda as Mom used to say.

Carter, always the more reasonable of them, shot him a warning look and took a step forward. “Don’t pay any attention to the way my brother put it, but we would like to know who’s taking a soak in our tub.”

The spark of challenge that Bill had seen in her eyes a minute earlier was back. “And using your bubble bath?” She arched an eyebrow, then took the bubble bath bottle and held it up. “Are you saying you like to take a bath in Lavender Fantasy?”

He grinned, liking her spunk and most definitely liking the dimples in her cheeks. Would she have dimples in her other cheeks? “Yeah. Carter’s real fond of the stuff. But we don’t talk about it outside the family.”

She smiled, catching his joke, and placed the bottle back on the edge of the tub. “The family secret’s safe with me.”

“Good deal.”

William leaned against the counter. “Now that we’re done playing that game, how about you answer our questions? Who are you and how’d you get in here?”

Why did she look so pleased with herself? Bill crossed his arms and waited. Something told him her answer would be good. To his surprise, she didn’t ask that they let her get dressed first.

“My name is Shawna Michaels and I’m here because I heard about Cowboys for Hire.”

He could sense the other men’s reactions, but they managed to play it cool. Their clients always came through Gabriel and not on their own.

“Shawna, huh?” Bill had a good track record when it came to judging when someone was lying, and he’d bet his hat that she was. But the best way to catch a liar was to let them take the lie too far and hang themselves. Not that it wouldn’t be a shame with a pretty neck like hers.

“Yeah. That’s my name, all right.” She surprised them again by standing up.

His cock twitched to life as he took in her luscious body. She was firm then soft in all the right places. A slender line of blonde hair drawing his eye to her pussy folds proved that the color of her hair wasn’t store bought. He jerked his gaze upward.

Her waist was tiny, yet in proportion to the rest of her. She couldn’t have stood more than half a foot over five feet, but she made every inch of her length count. Her face, a gift from the heavens, seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place why. Perhaps he’d seen her face in a dream? That made the most sense because if he’d ever met her, he was sure he’d have remembered.

Carter was the first to regain his senses. “Shawna, huh? Okay, Shawna, you want to tell us why you’re here?”

Her green eyes locked onto his brother and gave him a look that made it all too clear that she wondered about his intelligence. “I told you. I came to see the guys called Cowboys for Hire.”

ADULT EXCERPT

William shifted and tried to keep his cock from growing any larger. But that was an impossible feat with Shawna stretched out on top of the counter. Every minute she was with him, she grew even more beautiful.

He lifted the saltshaker and started to pour it on the soft sweep of skin right above her mons. If she’d pulled her skirt just an inch lower, he would’ve gotten a good look at her pussy lips again. When she’d stood up in the bathroom, he’d been so surprised that he hadn’t taken a hard look that he could’ve burned into his memory.

“Wait a second, William.”

Her voice matched the rest of her. Soft, serene, yet filled with life and an underlying essence of allure that only a few women had. If she’d changed her mind about doing her end of the belly shots, he’d have to take care of himself in the shower. A really cold shower. “Why?”

“Didn’t you notice that the salt fell off of Bill’s and Carter’s stomach?”

He made a face. “I really didn’t pay much attention, much less notice whether the salt was sticking or not.”

She laughed, her flat stomach moving with the effort. “Well, I did. Let’s make sure the salt sticks on me, okay?”

“And how do I do that?”

“I bet I know.”

They all looked at Carter, who held up his hands, palms turned out. “Hey, I’m just saying.”

She touched Carter’s arm, and the surge of jealousy hitting William threatened to knock him over. He’d never begrudge his cousin her attention and, in fact, couldn’t wait to find the right woman they’d all share. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want her to take the first shot off her. He was relieved when she fixed her emerald eyes back on him.

“Lick me, William. Then pour on the salt.”

William was all too ready to obey. He slid his tongue over her smooth skin and felt her tremble. If he had his way, that lick would be the first of many.

“Pour it, cuz.”

Carter poured the tequila into her belly button. She gasped as the overflow tracked a trail over her sides and down to the counter. Then, as William was about to rest the wedge of lime between her breasts, she surprised him by lifting her shirt higher.

He was glad he wasn’t holding the bottle because he would’ve dropped it. Her breasts were firm and nicely rounded with perky nipples pointed toward the ceiling. It amazed him that, even after seeing her in the bathroom, the sight of her tits still hit him with a jolt to his gut.

“Damn, but you’ve got a great rack.”

Carter whacked him on the arm. “He means that your breasts are beautiful.”

“That’s what I said.” He tilted his head at his cousin. Then, as though placing the last piece on an unstable card tower, he put the wedge between her breasts.

“Drink up, William.”

Her eyes clouded over even more as she spoke. She was the epitome of seduction.

He had to get his cock free. Even with the flaps of his jeans open, the zipper still pressed roughly against his cock. He pulled his zipper down and let his manhood flip outward. Easing over her, he dragged his tongue along her skin, picking up the salt. The scent of her pussy tantalized his nostrils, and he almost made a detour to it. Steeling his resolve, he tracked his tongue over the soft rise of her stomach, then around her belly button before pressing his mouth to her to drink up the alcohol.

She moaned when he let out a satisfied “ah.” Skimming his tongue over her stomach and between her ribcage, he moved upward until he found the lime and snagged it with his teeth.

Carter and Bill cheered as he straightened up. But he wasn’t that happy. He would’ve preferred to stay bent over her and licking everything he could off her body.

Carter traded the bottle for the saltshaker then got another lime. He slicked his tongue over her skin then added the salt while William poured on the alcohol. Bill had gotten into the act by putting a lime between her breasts.

William’s cock grew even larger as he watched his cousin use his tongue on her. Yet when Carter made it to the lime, Shawna pushed her breasts together, catching his face between them. As any red-blooded male would do, Carter took her breasts and grabbed the lime between his teeth. But the lime was gone in a second as he slid his tongue over one nipple then whipped it to the other one.

Why the hell didn’t I think of doing that?

Once again, jealousy surged through him. He moved his hand over her leg and then noticed that Bill was doing the same to her other leg. Their gazes met and they exchanged knowing smiles.

She hadn’t stopped Carter from playing with her breasts, thus giving Bill and him the go-ahead for what they wanted. He moved to the end of the counter, and ignoring the complaints from the other men, he took her by the legs and yanked her toward him. She squealed as he brought her bottom to the edge and pushed her skirt up to expose the fire-engine-red thong she wore.

“Whew. Now that’s a pretty sight.”

She lifted her head, her green eyes sparkling. “This isn’t what I had in mind.”

“If you want me to stop—”

She shook her head, denying it before he could finish the sentence.

“—I think I’ll die.”

“Like I said. This isn’t what I had in mind.” Her dimples called his name. “It’s even better.”