by Taylor Ryan
“And the yacht it comes with.” Mary Kathryn laughed, sliding her hands over his thickly muscled shoulders. She tugged his head closer. “Kiss me, Garth.” She moved restlessly under him. “Kiss me and—”
“Mom!” Henry called, banging on the door.
Garth’s head snapped toward it. Mary Kathryn slumped, her arms falling to her side, her eyes closing as she uttered a dismayed groan.
“Ahh, Mom, come on,” Henry wheedled. “I know you’re in there.” He changed tactics. “Garth, it’s me, Henry. I think the dryer belt broke.”
“He has a death wish,” Garth growled and reached for the TV remote. He pointed the remote over his shoulder, half turning as he switched on the television.
“Mom!” Henry pounded harder as Garth hit the volume button. “The dryer is making funny noises!”
“Garth,” Mary Kathryn kissed Garth’s shoulder, then moved sinuously against him. “I lied.”
As the television blasted, she whispered against his ear, “It’s just you and me, babe, and forty seven million dollars.”
“Damn you!” Garth punished her by capturing her mouth and giving her a hard kiss. Henry banged away at the door, the blaring television drowning him out.
“For lying,” Garth said against her neck as she arched her back and lifted her knees, wiggling under his nakedness. “You can buy me a motel.”
“It’s too noisy!” Mary Kathryn wailed as Henry cried at the door and the television blared the crowd screaming insults at a guest on a Jerry Springer rerun.
Garth laughed heartedly, his mouth blazing a trail to her breasts. “You’ll never forget our first time, that’s for sure.”
He made sure she wouldn’t.
Epilogue
“SIR? ARE YOU A willing participant?”
The authoritative voice caused Mary Kathryn to shriek with shocked surprise. She fell forward, landing on Garth’s bare chest, her naked breasts flattening against him. He pushed her hair out of his face and opened his eyes to a familiar blinding light, except this time it was shining right into his face from above. He closed his eyes, slumping back disgustedly as Mary Kathryn shook against him.
Garth wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her tighter against him. “Don’t cry, sweetheart,” he whispered, “it really upsets me.”
“Sir, your ID please.”
Garth lifted his hips with Mary Kathryn sitting on them as he took an arm from her back. She hid her face in his shoulder. It took a minute to dig out his wallet, and then another to find his driver’s license. The state trooper helpfully shined the light on his wallet. Garth flicked cards aside until he found his ID. He held it up and slipped it through the narrow opening in the window. Fingers plucked it away and the beam of light moved, leaving the interior of Mary Kathryn’s new SUV dark. After a moment the officer’s detached voice came through the window.
“There’s a BOLO out on you, Mr. Morley. Stay where you are, I’ll be right back.” The familiar crunch of gravel sounded as tiny rock ground under the man’s boots.
BOLO? Garth was bemused. Why was there a Be On the Lookout for him? He waited, soothing Mary Kathryn with whispered words. And waited longer—then longer. Mary Kathryn remained collapsed on top of him, a puddle of deliciously scented warm skin and frazzled nerves.
“Like we were going anywhere,” Garth muttered, tired of waiting. His stroking hand comforted Mary Kathryn. But still, they waited. Gentle sympathy and aggravation caused him to knead her bare back until the beam of the powerful flashlight illuminated the interior once again.
“We’ve been looking for you, Mr. Morley. I’ve a delivery for you.” A manila envelope was shoved through the narrow gap in the rear window above Garth. The package fell on Garth’s head, sliding to the floorboard. He heard the state trooper chuckle and then his license was dropped to land in his face.
“You have a nice evening, folks.” Footsteps sounded, then faded. A moment later a car engine started and gravel crunched under the tires.
Mary Kathryn laughed, the wild sob tore from her. “This is too much. I can’t do this anymore. Why, God, why? I’ve been good!” She glared down at Garth. “I don’t like you anymore, mister. Any more of this and I’ll be... I’ll be—stop that!”
Garth was kissing her breasts hungrily. “Don’t leave me like this, Mary Kathryn! I’m dying here—”
“Don’t even think about it—” She batted his hands away as he slid them around her shoulders and tried to tug her down. “I’m not going through this again, Garth. Control yourself. This is bullshit. You’re an exhibitionist. That’s why you were single. You like doing it everywhere but a bedroom.”
He groaned dramatically, considering begging for a reprieve, when her astounded, “Oh my God,” brought him around.
“What is it?”
Mary Kathryn didn’t answer, switching on the rear interior light. She was looking inside the envelope the trooper had dropped through the window.
“It’s a recruitment package from the state troopers.” She laughed, astounded, then wiggled her hips over his erection just to see his face darken.
“You’re kidding?”
“No, look.” She waved the package under his nose. “They really did put a BOLO out on you—to give you this.”
“After what I did to them? They just want me on their side next time.” Garth couldn’t believe it either, he took the envelope from her and tossed it over the back seat. “Painting, Property of McMillan’s Sheriff’s Department on them in the middle of the night and taking pictures was a great idea Mary Kathryn. Shame on you—we should invite them to the wedding.”
“What wedding?” She swatted at his hands.
“Will you marry me, Mary Kathryn?” Garth pushed her hair back, caressing her face. “And make me pumpkin cream waffles?”
“Why should I? Heather can make them now. Just sneak across the street whenever you want one.”
“I love your waffle. Marry me. I can’t imagine living without it.” What pernicious fate had decreed he marry a woman he knew beyond a doubt he couldn’t manipulate? He cupped her head, staring into her eyes. “We’ll take your waffle recipe to the grave with us. I know you shorted the amount of ground cloves, and I watched how many eggs you put in it...the recipe you gave Heather was different. You didn’t put any water in the batter when you made it for me that morning.” He pulled her head down and kissed her briefly. Hauling in a breath he stared at her for a long moment. “Nothing so important as til death do us part could be so heady, or so terrifying—so right. Marry me.”
Mary Kathryn blinked slowly, finally saying, “Can I be your Jungle Bunny?”
Garth was instantly intrigued. He nodded, appalled when her eyes welled with tears.
This was all hers, if she dared claim it. Mary Kathryn drank his face in, visualizing them in five years, wondrous that she could see them so clearly. She didn’t need to say a word because he knew and was kissing her again, ravishing her mouth, hungry for her, for everything they represented together and had found by accident.
A dream conjured by the innocence of youth—searching for someone who would love them unconditionally—a dream that was within their grasp. With him she could see them, their future. A partner, a lover, a best friend. Her waffle champion; her husband. His kiss became gentle, passionate. Lingering and wanting, his mouth and hands conveyed that he knew was between them and he valued it as much as she did.
“I’ll marry you,” she whispered softly against his mouth. “I can’t see ahead even a year without you there. Now, since you’re still catching up from being celibate for so long, I’m going to climb on over the seat and find us a motel.” Her smile illuminated her face as she bent down and kissed him again, her vision blurry with tears. “I love you, Garth.” her fingertips trailed across his cheek. “Find the keys for me—please, I can’t see—”
The end
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BOOKS BY TAYLOR RYAN
Contemporary comedic romances
The Monkey Jungle ~ book 1 ~ Bennt Montana series
The Morgan Family of Bennt, Montana
WEARING COWBOYS ~ book 1 ~ Morgan Family
Mary Shay Carpenter rear ends JP Morgan at a lonely country road stop sign. She falls for him. The attraction is mutual but he likes to do the chasing. After a few crazy antics Mary Shay interferes with JP’s three year gone ex when the woman shows up out of the blue and tries to claim her child belongs to JP. In a fit of pique when her scam fails, the woman runs over Mary Shay with her car. Taylor Ryan style, things get out of control from there.
POOR PHILLIP! ~ book 2 Morgan Family
The Andiron Legacy
Sex. Not one day off for 101 days. Not one.
Sex. It sounded easy.
Phillip Morgan’s neighbor, eighty-three year old Walter Andrews passed away and left him something. His hot wife and Walters ranch if he accepts her...
Walter’s will stipulates if Phillip marry the widow and have sex with her 101 days straight within one year of the day of the wedding Phillip gets the ranch. They’ll have seven months to decide if they want to consummate the marriage.
But, can Phillip deal with Walter’s twenty-six year old widow? The thirty-eight double D platinum blond sex pot who placed an ad on the Internet looking for a sugar daddy? She lured Walter to LA, then married the old man when she was only sixteen.
Mariah’s anemic personality leaves Phillip cold. Her sexy body heats him up.
And nothing in the will says she has to have an orgasm. Nothing.
Coming Soon:
DRAT THAT COWBOY ~ the Patty Morgan story
Yeah, I did it. And she’s redeemed.
SAY YOU LOVE ME ~ Deputy Beth Harper’s story (a little humorous thrill)
Bennt meets New York with: Asher Stone ~ a rich NY eccentric who is traumatized when his secretary’s plane is in crisis. Everybody loathes the man but apparently nobody more than the secretary he realizes he’s in love with. He’s a self indulgent pain but she’s an embezzling thief. He can’t bring himself to send her to prison though she’s been using his money to apologize for his crass behavior.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Taylor Ryan lives in Mendocino County, California, with two cats, This One, and That One. She writes contemporary comedic romance and fantasy comedic romance. The dark side of fun, where you want to laugh, you do, but you know you shouldn’t have. “Because love should be wonderful, and reading about it should lighten the soul.”
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Table of Contents
Copyright Information
Acknowledgment
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
EPILOGUE
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