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by Vivian Arend


  A twenty-four-ounce bottle of water. A bottle of aspirin. And a spare toothbrush. A neatly folded midnight-blue terrycloth robe lay at the end of the bed.

  She smiled and smushed her face into the pillow he’d slept on, inhaling deeply. A laugh wiggled out of her body.

  Best night she’d had in forever.

  We can fuck before breakfast.

  His words had been so matter-of-fact. With most guys she’d have left at three in the morning. Safer. Easier than hanging around after they’d both gotten all they wanted. This was more like a work in progress.

  She sure as shit didn’t want to look and smell like she did when the next round began.

  She downed some aspirin with half of the bottled water. Toothbrush and robe in hand, she headed into the bathroom, which was tucked behind his makeshift photography studio. A shiver of memory worked up her calves.

  Damn. So good.

  After a thorough scrubbing of both mouth and body, she gave up on putting her wig back on. It was a wretched mess, and she didn’t have any replacement pins or glue. She’d need to spend time getting the snarls out.

  Trish swiped away the condensation on the mirror. Her short, almost tomboy hair was damp. Barely more blonde than brown.

  This was huge. The only people who saw her without her wig were Mama and other women in Trish’s same line of work.

  With a deep breath, she reminded herself of how much Eric seemed to like the truth. Genuine things. Maybe…

  She cinched the bathrobe’s tie and opened the door before she could change her mind.

  A cup of steaming coffee waited for her on the same bedside table. She smiled. Gruff, yes. Inconsiderate, apparently not.

  Was he in the kitchen? Listening more closely, she heard…grunts? Steady. Rhythmic. Like when he’d slammed into her before coming.

  What the hell?

  Apprehensive, she walked toward the open space on the other side of the bedroom’s brick half-partition. And froze dead. Had she grabbed the coffee first, she would’ve dropped the mug.

  Eric was doing chin-ups. One after the other after the other. He was covered in sweat, wearing only a tight-as-sin pair of black boxer briefs. During their decadent evening, she hadn’t been privileged with such a blatant view of his back. Muscles bunched across his upper back, his shoulders, his thick arms. Then he lowered his body in a controlled move. Everything lengthened, including his scar. It was as if a pale snake had coiled around his back, nestling where she knew it ended, out of sight around his ribs.

  She was going to offer a greeting, something light to belie how he turned her on. Because poof, she was wet and tingling with want. She’d never been with a man who took such precise care of himself. A masterpiece of macho.

  Then she saw his laptop. It sat open on a nearby table. From where he worked out, Eric had a perfect view of the screen. On that screen was a slideshow of Trish. Only a second separated each transition. Naked, pouting, sweaty, straining and finally screaming. All the phases of their night.

  Eric kept working. Harder now. Grunting with each fierce pull.

  She swallowed and found her voice. Because she wanted in on a piece of that fabulous, rigid body before he worked out all the tension.

  “So, stud…how’d they turn out?”

  A shot of energy sang along Eric’s shoulders and down his back. He held himself upright in the chin-up for three more counts, finishing out the movement. Then down. His toes hit the floor. He’d done enough that he was huffing. Sweat had popped up along his skin. He hadn’t been able to help it. The drive of Trish’s pictures…

  It had either been a fast, difficult mini-workout or jacking it while she was in the shower.

  The pictures had hit him that fiercely.

  Grabbing a towel, he turned while he wiped away some of the sweat.

  Whoa. He hadn’t expected that.

  Short hair barely brushed the tops of her ears in a color that more closely matched the honey between her legs. He should’ve known better, that the platinum had been a wig. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so appreciative to see a woman with natural breasts. Now even her modest makeup was long gone, and she stood before him wearing her vulnerability like a second robe. She lifted her shoulders in a tense, halfhearted shrug, as if waiting for him to pass judgment.

  He palmed the back of her skull. Her hair was baby fine and super soft. “Nice,” he said quietly, then pulled her near enough to take her mouth. She tasted like mint, not coffee.

  She splayed a hand across his pecs. “You certainly do know how to say good morning.”

  “The pictures…” He traced the arch of her eyebrow with one thumb, harboring the compulsion to memorize the shape of her face. “Perfect.”

  Her smile sharpened. “Told you I’d end up on your wall.”

  “Yeah,” he said with a quiet laugh. “Probably.”

  She sauntered to the side table where his laptop rested. Hands in the pockets of his robe, she watched the slideshow. “Man, look at that. Look at me. I’ve never…” She tilted her head as her breathing hitched a bit faster. “That is crazy hot. Oh! That one. Go back.”

  He angled around her hip to get to the trackpad. “This?”

  In the picture, he was behind her, fucking her. His arms were wrapped underneath her breasts. While Eric buried his face against her neck, she looked right at the lens.

  She made an inarticulate moan. “Christ, yes. Lord, look at your arms.”

  “What?” He could barely see them beyond the plump rise of her tits.

  She folded both hands around his upper arm. “This. Your body is flat-out sick.” Petting, she slid over the caps of his shoulders, down his forearms and along the veins that stood out there. “How much work do you put in yourself?”

  He lifted his eyebrows. “I could ask the same of you.”

  “Skinny doesn’t mean in shape. I couldn’t do a chin-up to save my life.”

  Devious. There was no other word to describe the feeling that took over. He felt absolutely devious.

  After gripping her ribs, he picked her up and spun their bodies. She squealed as he lifted her toward the chin-up bar. She grabbed it as if by reflex. The dark blue robe came open, displaying a creamy expanse of skin that remained slightly pink from the shower.

  “Don’t you dare let me go,” she said on another squealing laugh. “So help me God, if you do…”

  “You’ll what?” He pushed away the robe with his nose and nuzzled the inside curve of her breast. Those two pert nipples were irresistible. He sucked one tip into his mouth, then nibbled and licked.

  Her legs curled around his waist. “This doesn’t much seem like any chin-up I’ve ever heard of.”

  He smiled against her skin. “If you went to a gym, no man would ever leave.”

  “I’m pretty sure that’s a compliment.” Her legs tightened at his waist as she released one hand. She steadied herself with a hand at the back of his head, sending tingles down his skin—until she smoothed around to the edge of the scars on his face. “You can’t let me go, though. Promise me.”

  Offering silent encouragement, he grabbed her hand and lifted it toward the bar. He liked when she extended her lithe body, with her breasts rising to his mouth.

  He also liked her not touching his scars.

  He slipped his hand under her thigh and hitched her knee over his elbow. She was wide open for him—a tempting bit of wiry determination. Her pussy was already wet.

  Teasing done. They were both ready.

  He kissed her. Took her mouth. Stroked his tongue along hers, harder, more urgently, as their lips pushed and slid.

  She threw her head back, inviting him to graze his teeth over her skin. He palmed her ass and positioned her wet cleft over his cock. “You still think I’m going to drop you, showgirl?”

  Rocky Mountain Freedom

  Vivian Arend

  Three hurting hearts. Too many secrets. One chance to conquer their fears.

  Six Pack Ranc
h, Book 6

  Over the past year, Travis Coleman lost the two people he allowed closest to his heart. Both gave him ultimatums—then left. Hell if he needs that kind of pain again. Time to move forward without the friends he thought might save him from his dangerous cravings.

  When Ashley Sims returns to Rocky Mountain House, her rambling lifestyle isn’t all she’s hoping to change. Travis snagged a piece of her, and while getting tangled in his issues again might be crazy, she hasn’t given up on him.

  Nine months ago, Cassidy Jones walked away to stop his best friend from making a huge mistake. Temptation lingers, though, and when Travis shows up on his turf accompanied by a sensually uninhibited woman, the combination tosses fuel on the banked fire.

  Passion flares among the three of them, as hot as the summer days. But are they willing to push the limits, and fight for love?

  Warning: Dirty fighting, dirty talk, dirtier sex—secrets are coming out. Get ready for ménage a trois and cowboy-on-cowboy action, with ropes and crops and the kind of relentless love strong enough to set a man free.

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Samhain Publishing, Ltd.

  11821 Mason Montgomery Road Suite 4B

  Cincinnati OH 45249

  Rocky Mountain Freedom

  Copyright © 2013 by Vivian Arend

  ISBN: 978-1-61922-002-7

  Edited by Anne Scott

  Cover by Angela Waters

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  First Samhain Publishing, Ltd. electronic publication: November 2013

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  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  About the Author

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