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Roping in Forever
Corbin Cansey will love the daylights out of Bella McDermott. That is, just as soon as he gets around to it. Corbin has been running from Bella since she was a teenager, and he’s been looking the other way since she became old enough to win his heart.
The trouble is Bella is tired of waiting. She follows Corbin to a San Antonio rodeo and watches as he indulges in a few sex-related activities. Green with envy, Bella realizes it’s time to teach Corbin a few valuable lessons about loving a woman.
Bella gives Corbin a good taste of what he’s been dishing up—a stout dose of jealousy. And even though her plan is destined to fail, her notions are guaranteed to make a man twitch in his Wranglers, assuming he can keep them pulled up where they belong.
Genre: Contemporary, Western/Cowboys
Length: 20,588 words
ROPING IN FOREVER
Forever 1
Destiny Blaine
EROTIC ROMANCE
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ROPING IN FOREVER
Copyright © 2011 by Destiny Blaine
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First E-book Publication: June 2011
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ROPING IN FOREVER
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Copyright © 2011
Chapter One
“Son-of-a-blasted-bitch!” Corbin exclaimed, falling against the bed. “What the ever-lovin’ hell was that?”
“You like, sí?” Maria asked, draping herself across Corbin’s damp body. “Maria make cowboy feel nice, yes?”
Corbin turned on his side and stared at the alarm clock. According to the flashing red digits, it was seven o’clock in the morning. Good hell, he’d been playing with Maria all night. Trying to catch his breath, he gently pushed aside her pawing hands and reached for his jeans.
He needed to make a clean escape before she killed him.
“Sí, señorita,” he grumbled, hoping those words would be the last spoken to the whore he’d never meant to keep for longer than an hour. His plans had been shot to hell, but then again, he couldn’t blame his insatiable greed entirely on the younger woman. He’d been a desperate bastard after he discovered she was working the streets for the first time.
Maria was making a hooker’s debut. He was customer number one.
Corbin sure liked going first.
“I want to meet your familia,” she called out as he grabbed his dusty boots.
“I’m sure you do,” Corbin said, studying her from the doorway. If his momma could see him now, she’d give him a swift kick in the ass. He must’ve been a sick man thinking about his poor mother right then.
His gaze held on Maria’s pierced nipples. What he’d give to lap at those precious gems for a few more minutes.
Maria stared at his crotch. She extended her forefinger back and forth. “Come here, señor. I want blindfold and handcuffs again. Maria is still a very bad girl.”
Corbin could listen to her roll her tongue over a few more syllables while he curled his own around those tightly drawn buds she proudly flaunted. Only, damn it! He knew better. Maria was primed and ready. The gal wanted to go home with him.
His mouth dried at that. Shit! He needed to get the hell out of there while the gettin’ was good.
He shrugged on his shirt as fast as possible, never bothering to button up the front. There was no way he was going back over to that bed. Maria performed well and wore his cock plumb out. In fact, he’d be lucky if he ever had the opportunity to use the damn thing again.
Corbin jumped once, worked his jeans over his hips, fastened his belt, and made up his mind. He was running from a bandit, a woman trying to steal away with a little more than his money and time. Why after the way she’d acted, apparently the whore wanted to keep his dick as a memento, maybe a prize.
He was in such a hurry to get away from the saucy siren that he skipped a hot shower. He would race back to the campground and with any luck, bathe alone. He hoped Travis was still on the lot so he could clean up and grab a bitter cup of instant coffee.
“Where you going, señor? You scare me when you leave me like this.”
Corbin cleared his throat, ready for that expedient exit. The young woman needed to get a grip on her attachment issues if she planned on making a career out of sex.
Grabbing his cowboy hat, Corbin shot her a wink and then pulled a few crisp one hundred dollar bills from his pocket. Slapping them on the bedside table, he said, “I’ll be seeing you, Maria.”
Her thick bottom lip stuck out in a formidable pout. “When, señor?”
He closed the door before she whined some more, or worse, started to cry. He hated tears. Besides, Maria needed thicker skin. She chose this profession for herself, and she should’ve considered hersel
f lucky he was such a generous guy. The going rate had been a hundred bucks, and he’d left her enough to pay a month’s rent somewhere other than a roadside inn.
Entering his truck, he slid behind the wheel and glared at the hotel room he’d just left. Maria was in the window, putting on quite a show, touching herself and making sure he realized she was still good to go. On second thought, he mused. Maria was right where she ought to be. And his first intuition was correct—he needed to get the hell out of there before the woman killed him.
Cranking the truck, he threw his arm over the seat and backed out of the parking space. Glancing in his rearview mirror, he saw the last of the dark-haired Mexican beauty.
Taking a deep breath, he took a left on the state highway and laid a heavy foot to the pedal. Thank the good Lord. He’d made it out of there.
Travis had been right about Maria from the start. He’d warned him the senoritas were all after one thing—a cowboy-husband with plenty of money.
Corbin raked his hand across his face. If Corbin wanted a wife, he damn well knew where he’d find her.
But he didn’t want a ball and chain—at least not yet.
* * * *
“You had company while you were dabbling on the wrong side of town,” Travis told him when he stepped out of the shower.
“Oh yeah? Who?”
“Pretty little Southern belle stopped by this mornin’ looking for you.”
“Bella was here?” Corbin asked, scrubbing his head with a light blue towel. “She’s a long way from home.”
“Sure was,” Travis replied, leaning against the kitchen counter.
“What’d you tell her?”
“I didn’t have to say much, man. She shared plenty.”
“Quit beating around the bush,” Corbin said, reaching above the small sink for a mug. “What was she doing here?”
“She heard you were in town for the rodeo and dropped by.”
“Guess she just happened to be in the area?”
“Reckon so,” Travis replied.
“You should’ve told her our place was a little closer. Shamrock ain’t that big, and San Antonio is too big for Bella.”
“Apparently not. She still found you,” Travis said, frowning. “And I don’t think she liked what she saw if you wanna know the straight of it.”
“You should’ve told her she was a day late,” Corbin said, in pursuit of his first cup of brew. “If you were a real pal, you would’ve told her I don’t like surprise visitors, particularly when I’m out of town.”
“Yep, I reckon I could’ve done just that. Then again, don’t think it would’ve mattered either way. See, Bella didn’t miss the rodeo, buddy. You haven’t listened to a word I’ve been sayin’. Bella arrived here day before yesterday. And from what I gathered, she experienced all San Antonio had to offer and then some.”
Corbin clutched his chipped clay mug. “What are you saying?”
“She followed you, Corbin, and looks like if you wanted to shake her off and lose her forever, you’ve finally accomplished what you set out to do. I doubt you’ll hear from Bella again.”
Corbin’s heart nearly stopped when Travis vocalized such an assumption. “What’d she see exactly?”
“She had a front row seat, buddy, and from what she said, I don’t think the woman missed much. In fact, from what I can make out, Bella earned quite an education.”
Chapter Two
After following Corbin Cansey to San Antonio, Bella McDermott had learned her lesson. She was finally three years past legal—twenty-one—and she went looking for Corbin to tell him the good news, hoping he’d take her virginity as a gift and see to it she became his woman.
Instead, he broke her heart, shattered her expectations, and left her yearning for something so explicit she was certain to die if she never experienced what she watched with her very eyes. She must’ve been out of her mind to think he’d waited for her. No doubt, he still considered her a child, and while she’d been looking forward to her twenty-first birthday, he’d been buying whores and renting dingy motel rooms.
She closed her eyes and saw the illustrations in living color. They rushed through her head like back-to-back clippings from an adult-rated film. Corbin had been so desperate to get laid, he’d had the girl delivered to him right there at Cattle Barn One where anybody at the rodeo could’ve seen them together.
After his last ride, he was in a big hurry to spend time with the rented gal, too. He jumped off his horse, slapped the reins in Travis’s hands, and looped his arm around the whore’s waist, looking about stupid trying to act all comfortable with someone he didn’t know.
They’d hurried off to his truck where he’d gotten the first of many blow jobs. And after they arrived at the motor lodge, Oh God, the things he did to that woman were downright sinful, which should’ve made Bella realize she did not need Corbin Cansey in her life, much less her bed.
Standing in front of the mirror, she glared at the reflection staring back at her. She pushed natural curls over her shoulders and rubbed her flushed cheeks, pinching them in the center.
“I’ve cried all I’m gonna, Corbin Cansey,” she whispered, forcing herself to walk away from the memories of Corbin towering over his whore. Those were images she’d never forget, but the ones that would haunt her forever were much more explicit. She’d watched as Corbin used handcuffs and toys on the woman he’d hired and, good Lord, how he’d teased her.
Bella shook her head. She couldn’t do this to herself anymore. “I’m done this time, Corbin.”
“Well, I sure hope so,” her mother said, taking a sip of her beer as she entered her bedroom. “You’re too good for that cowboy, Bella. You don’t need a man like Corbin. Trust me.”
“Momma, you don’t understand,” Bella said, grabbing a recently pressed apron and sliding her head through the loop at the top. “I’ve loved him since I was fourteen. He promised me—back then, he swore he’d wait for me to grow up.” She didn’t bother telling her mother that when she turned eighteen, she’d searched him out and found him, only to have him turn her away and tell her to come back when she turned twenty-one.
He’d explained how he needed a woman who could keep up with him. His girl, he’d pointed out, would be allowed in the clubs and old enough to order a drink if he decided to take her out on the town. And to think her gullible ass bought that line of bull.
Now she was twenty-one. Hell’s bells and cattle tails—she was no longer a teenager, and she still hadn’t been in Corbin’s arms for longer than a second.
Truth told, Corbin just wasn’t interested. After what she watched, Bella shouldn’t have been. There were plenty of men out there. Bella just needed to find a decent cowboy and pull him out of the barn and into a nearby haystack.
That was the trouble in these parts. Most of the men preferred chasing cows and horses to skirts. Then again, most of the fellows Bella knew assumed a woman’s dress just fell off without much persuasion.
Judy McDermott took another slurp from her bottle. “You think I don’t know something about young love?”
“Young love!” Bella bellowed. “Shucks, Momma! By the time Corbin gets around to kissing me, I’ll be an old maid drawing damned social security!”
“Remember who you’re talking to, little lady. I fell in love with your father around the age you first noticed that Cansey boy. It ain’t all storybook romances for women like us, honey.”
Bella grabbed her car keys and kissed her mother’s cheek. “I’ll bring you something to eat after my shift. Maybe then you can sober up and provide a shoulder to lean on instead of staggering around here mourning a man who was never good to you in the first place.”
Bella’s mom looked down at the floor. When she raised her gaze to meet Bella’s, her eyes were moist. “Oh, Momma, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
“Yes, you did, and you’re right. Your daddy never paid me no mind when he was livin’, and I’ve mourned him like he was the only man worth lovin
’.” She cleared her throat. “You know what? A cheeseburger loaded with onions and a pickle sounds pretty good.”
Bella forced a smile. “I’ll take care of it. See you after four.”
“You pick your chin up off that floor, young lady, ya hear?”
Bella stopped midway down the hall and faced her mother. “I hear ya.”
“These cowboys, Bella, they’re only good for two things. Lovin’ a cowboy ain’t what it’s cracked up to be when the sun goes down and the dust he’s kicked up finally settles. When they love ya, they love ya hard, but when they leave? They slip away before you can even beg ’em to stay. Like I said, they’re good for two things—lovin’ and leavin’.”
* * * *
Those words hummed in Bella’s ears when Corbin walked in the diner later that afternoon. He looked like an open invitation to a rough and rowdy time, and Bella wished just once she’d have the opportunity to see if her momma’s words of wisdom were true of all cowboys.
Wearing Levis that clung to those muscular legs and showed off plenty in the front, Corbin wore a bright red button-down shirt and was topped off with a black Stetson. As always, Bella’s mouth watered the second she saw him. It was a natural instinct, kind of like her insatiable craving for chocolate.
“Take table four for me, will ya?” she asked Nancy, rushing through the galley kitchen. She didn’t hear the other woman’s reply but assumed if she hurried and clocked out for her lunch, she’d make a clean break.
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