by Wendy Stone
"I love you, Mackenzie Hunter. When we get back we're going shopping for a ring so that you'll never have reason to doubt how I feel about you again. You're going to say yes, yes?"
"Yes,” she said quickly, smiling through her tears. “Of course, yes. I didn't drive all the way up here to rescue your ass from a car. I came up here to get my man back."
"Your man thinks he should get to bed,” Gideon said, rising slowly to his feet. His body was sore and aching and he had bruises on his bruises. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and took her with him. “We'll go back to my car in the morning and bring back all my supplies. How do you feel about fishing?"
"As long as you clean them,” she said softly, her arm around his waist. “We'll have no problems."
He woke as dawn peeked through the front windows of the cabin. It lent the air a rosy kind of glow. His hand was warm, snuggled between her breasts under the tank top she'd worn to bed. She was spooned up against him tightly, her hips moving with slow rhythm against his. Somehow, in her sleep, her panties had ended up around her ankles and his hard cock was nestled between her soft pussy lips.
Hearing her moan of pleasure, he bent his head, finding the softness of her neck with his lips. Her nape was bare, tempting him to tease and nip.
"Mackenzie,” he whispered, “make love with me."
She gave a sleepy little moan and nodded her head, rolling halfway onto her back toward him. “Yes,” she whispered, still not fully awake.
His hand moved to her breast, softly kneading the malleable flesh, teasing her nipple until it rose to a hard peak. He played with it, wetting his fingers, twisting the bud until she was all but writhing under his touch.
"More,” she whispered, her eyes opened now. He bent, finding the tip with his mouth, wetting the material of the shirt she still wore. Suckling it into his mouth, he tugged hungrily upon it, hearing her moans turning into whimpering cries of delight.
Sliding his hand down her stomach, he found the soft curls that guarded her slit. His finger pushed between, finding the heat of her desire and the wetness of her need for him. Her head fell back against the pillow, her mouth opening on a wild moan. He played there, teasing her clit with his fingers until she strained against him, her hands roaming over him even though they were still covered in bandages.
It took little enticement on her part for him to slide inside of her from behind, moving with gentle care as his fingers continued to tease and torment her clit. Her first peak slid over her easily, leaving her breathless and moving against him, seeking more.
Words of love spilled from between his lips, words of need and of caring, words he'd never been able to say before, but with her, well it was as if he couldn't stop them. “You're everything to me,” he whispered, hearing her cry out again.
Kenzie rolled to her stomach, arching her back so that her hips were up. Hawk followed her, kneeling behind her. His hands filled with the softness of her hips, he brought them up just a bit more, stuffing one of the pillows under her. Then he began to move with purpose. Every slow thrust had her crying out his name, every long withdrawal had her moaning. She moved with him, slamming her hips back into his until he took the hint, beginning to pummel her slender body with purpose.
Her orgasm started, squeezing him in the fisting glory of her pulsing sheath. He felt himself losing control and reveled in the moment, grabbing her shoulder and leaning over her, pulled her back hard onto his cock, while he spasmed uncontrollably inside of her.
When it was done, he collapsed, laying back against the pillows. Pulling her down on top of him, he trailed his fingers down the line of her spine, petting her and trying to calm her.
"I love you, Mackenzie Hunter."
"Back at you, Gideon Hawkins,” she breathed, stretching under his massaging hand.
"You know what comes next, don't you?” he asked her seriously.
"A cigarette?” she teased.
"Ha, ha, funny. We don't smoke."
"I thought what you did was pretty smokin',” she chuckled at her own joke.
"Mac, I'm serious. How the fuck is a man supposed to propose when his girl won't take him seriously?"
"Propose?” Her eyes grew wide as they stared into his chocolate brown ones. “You're going to propose?"
"I'd wait until I had a ring, but I never know when you're going to run into a burning building or show up at a Narc bust, or even get kidnapped by a psychotic arsonist? So you'll have to wait for the ring until we get back. So what do you say? Make an honest man out of me?"
She closed her eyes. So this wasn't the perfect type of proposal with soft music and candlelight, a romantic dinner for two and a ring box. The type of proposal wasn't what mattered. What did matter was him. Her Hawk, a man who'd been hurt but had trusted enough to let her into his heart. She couldn't tell him no.
"Yes, since you put it so elegantly. I'll be your old lady if that's what you want."
"Really?” he asked, his tone one of disbelief. “Wait, really?"
"Yes,” she giggled. “Really."
He wrapped her up in his arms, holding her close. “I'm a lucky man."
"Let's hope you continue with the good luck,” she teased. “I tend to be on the jinx side of things."
"Not anymore. Now you'll be Mrs. Gideon Hawkins. Mackenzie Hawkins. My Mac."
"We'd better make sure your health insurance is paid up, all the same,” she teased.
They were both startled by the sound of her cell phone going off in her jacket down stairs. Hawk got up and went down to get it, seeing the name in the view screen and cursing a blue streak.
"Who is it?” Mac called.
"You're fucking cousin,” Hawk growled. He hit the on button. “Go the fuck away, Hunter. She's marrying me."
He started to hang up only to stop when the phone was taken out of his hands. Mackenzie stood in front of him, naked. “It's me, Dil, how's Rylie?” She listened at the other end, her eyes lighting up. “Oh Dillon, that's fantastic. Momma and babies are doing well?"
"Babies?” Hawk mouthed the question, sinking down in a chair and pulling her down on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her, putting his ear next to the phone to listen too.
"They were a total shock, neither of us had planned for twins. One of each, Mac. A boy and a girl, can you believe it?” Before she could reply, he was off again. “I take it you found Hawkins. Everything good there?"
"Fine, we're getting married.” She laughed when the voice at the other end just shut up. “Dillon? You there?"
"You're marrying a cop?"
"Yep, it looks like it. Be happy for me, daddy,” she said, trying to take him back to his own euphoric state before he could try to burst her bubble.
"I am happy for you, Kenz, I just don't want to see you hurt."
"He won't hurt me, Dillon. He loves me.” They talked for a few moments more, than Mackenzie said her good-byes and they hung up. She tossed the phone onto the table, concentrating on what Gideon was doing to her body.
"Did you mean it?” he asked softly.
"That you won't hurt me? Of course I mean it. You love me too much to ever hurt me or let me be hurt. If you haven't proved that to me in the past few weeks, then I'm more thickheaded than you are."
"Thank God for small favors and intelligent women,” he breathed. His hands were molding her breasts, playing with her nipples, sliding over her stomach as he pushed her legs open.
"Take me to bed,” she whispered in his ear. “Take me to bed and show me how much you love me. We'll worry about the rest of this tomorrow."
"Deal,” he said, bending his head to find her mouth. “I love you, baby."
"I love you too,” she whispered, giggling into the dark as he blew out the lamp he'd lit to get down to the first floor.
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About the Author
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Wendy Stone has been published for a while now. The Hunters in her EP series have become sort of a family of h
er own. Who wouldn't want three strong and tall men at their dinner table? Maybe on their table as well?
Wendy loves writing about strong men who aren't afraid to be saved every once in a while by the woman they love. She loves exploring love through her characters which is one reason you'll never find a unhappily ever after ending.
Wendy has lived very happily in a small town in Michigan, with her family include her Pomeranian, Riley, and her Yorkie, Rico.
She loves hearing from her fans...
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Captive Angel
~The Hunter Series Book One~
By Wendy Stone
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When a young and beautiful doctor is kidnapped from her hospital parking lot, she finds herself fighting for more than just her own life. There is a gorgeous specimen of a male who also needs her expert, healing touch. Can this Angel of Mercy find a way out for the two of them?
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With a suddenness that startled a shriek out of her, he turned, pressing her against the wall, his hand grabbing her other wrist and holding them pinned beside her shoulders. His body leaned against hers, his lips holding her mouth captive while he feasted on her flavor.
She tasted of coffee and mint, and dark passion that enticed him to explore further, his tongue rubbing against her own with an intimacy that had her heart pounding and her head swimming. Her breath came in harsh pants against his skin, her hands fighting his grip, wanting to touch him, to stroke all that male flesh that had been driving her mad this past week. But he wouldn't release her hands, instead, rubbing against her, spreading her jean clad thighs with his leg until he could push against her sex with his knee. He found the seam of her jeans, using it to stimulate her until she moaned under his lips.
He tore his mouth from hers, staring down into her half open, sleepy green eyes. “I want you,” he growled, pressing his groin against her to emphasize the statement.
"Yes,” she managed to whisper before his lips were on hers again, but this time, he released her wrists, his hands going to her waist, holding her against him, pulling at the long sleeved T-shirt that she had tucked into her jeans. He pulled it out slowly, seeming to tease her with his movements, causing her stomach to flutter in delight.
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Heaven in Her Eyes
~The Hunter Series Book Two~
By Wendy Stone
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Shanna Hunter-Clinton is on the run from her Senator husband. She's had all she can take of his abuse and the terrible things he made her do. She flees to Texas and straight into the arms of Special Agent Brandon Austen. But can Brandon keep her safe from a husband who just doesn't want to let her go? Or will he get lost in the Heaven in her Eyes?
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"Oh God,” she hissed, staring at the old fashioned stand mirror in front of her. Her hands going up to cover her breasts, as if hiding them from herself.
"Shh,” he whispered, bending his head so he spoke softly in her ear. “You don't know how beautiful you are, I want you to see you like I do.” He put his hands over hers, slowly dragging her hands down her body to hang limply at her sides.
"You have the most sensual hair, Shanna,” he said, still speaking softly, letting his cheek rub against the softness of her hair. “Do you know how much men love long hair? Especially like yours, it's so thick and almost seems to have a life of its own. It makes me wonder how it would feel wrapped around me, draped over me, against my naked skin.” He lifted handfuls and let it run out of his hands like water.
"Your skin is perfect,” he whispered, his fingers coming up to trace across her cheeks, feeling the heat of her blush. “Creamy silk,” he moaned. The back of his hand tracing down her throat and across her collar bone, then barely brushing the hardened tip of her nipple.
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A Key to her Heart
~The Hunter Series Book Three~
By Wendy Stone
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Riley Moore is an FBI agent working her way to the top. She never thought that getting shot would change her career. That is until she found out about the little bundle she was carrying. Now, she didn't worry about suspects as much as she did how to tell daddy, Dillon Hunter.
When Riley showed up in his Lansing office, Dillon had no idea the bomb she was about to drop on him. Instead, all he could think about was how much he'd missed her and how she felt when he was inside of her. When morning sickness tells the tale, he explodes.
Following her to Texas, they become embroiled in an evil scheme concocted by villain, Sebastian Antonelli. Can they win the day and save their relationship? Can Dillon find the Key to her Heart?
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"God, Dillon,” she cried. “What are you doing to me?"
"Loving you, Rylie.” His mouth found the curve of her stomach, licking over the taut muscle, his hands grasped the band of her jeans and tugged them down, baring her needy sex to his eyes and mouth.
Rylie managed to kick off her shoes, before he yanked her jeans and panties down her long legs. Half naked and writhing on the desk, Dillon couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her, almost as if he was waiting for her to disappear. With a growl he lifted her, wrapping his arm around her waist, he carried her over to the small couch against one wall. He dropped down onto the couch, her legs coming down to straddle his thigh, his thumb brushing against the soft curls that covered her sex.
"You are so exquisite,” He growled, sliding his hand to her stomach, his thumb parting the slickness of her lower lips, slipping inside hot wetness and finding the hard button of her clit. “Fuck, Rylie,” he groaned as he felt how ready she was for him, how much she wanted him. “I need you."
Her hand was at his waist, trying to unbuckle his slacks with one hand. She fumbled, cursing under her breath, finally whimpering his name, staring into his eyes. “Please,” she begged. “I want to feel you inside of me."
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A Gift of Love
By Wendy Stone
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Danielle had no idea what would happen to her when her cruel stepmother called for her. She didn't know she was being sold in marriage to a man she'd never met. And when she did meet him, she couldn't see beyond the foreboding mask he wore.
Christopher would pay any price to win Danielle as his own, even respecting her request for separate bedrooms. But can his gentleness win her over, or will she always see him as the beast?
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"My Lord,” she said, her words almost whisper soft and breathless with nervous anticipation of his reaction. “I...I need to ask something of you."
Christopher sat down his fork, wiped his mouth with his napkin, and gave her his full attention. “Whatever I can do, Danielle, you have but to ask,” he said simply and with a gentle smile.
Danielle could hear David's insidious voice in her ear, his words of previous wives and the horror of her husband's perversions making her even more nervous. And confused. His actions with her, his manner had been kind and gentle, not that of a horrible beast who planned abominable things that she couldn't even imagine.
"What is it, my Lady?"
"I... I don't want to share your bed.” The words blurted from her mouth quickly and without thought. As soon as they were spoken, she wished she could call them back. She saw the look in his eyes grow bitter, and he stared down at his gloved hand with animosity. Did he think his scars were.... “No, Christopher. Oh, God, no, it's not that.” She flew from her chair around the small table until she knelt by his legs, looking up at him. “I just mean, we have only just met and don't know how we will deal with the other yet. A few days, time for both of us to grow accustomed to the other.” Her hand reached out and to
uched his face, her fingers gentle on his unscarred cheek. “Can you not give me this, husband?"
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