Sexual Healing [Contemporary Cowboys 1] (Siren Publishing LoveEdge)
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Contemporary Cowboys 1
Sexual Healing
Brianna Baldini ropes in a fraudulent cowboy and lands in bed with her father’s enemy, but when the Jackson brothers find out what has happened to the woman they love they offer her the security she’ll only find in their loving arms.
Jax, Flint, and Tyler Jackson have waited to claim Brianna, but not because she’s a pretty young thing. They wanted to give her extraordinary things no one else could offer—a lifetime of happiness, a family, and every inch of themselves together as a loving unit. Their only concern was if she could handle them. Then tragedy strikes and leaves little room for doubt.
Brianna is looking for trouble and finds it. She unravels a larger plot, a huge scheme, one destined to place Brianna in a world of danger. Soon, the Jacksons are taking up arms and fighting for the woman they love, but they aren’t the only players in an untangling web of deadly deception.
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length: 42,326 words
SEXUAL HEALING
Contemporary Cowboys 1
Natalie Acres
SIREN LOVEEDGE
Siren Publishing, Inc.
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SEXUAL HEALING
Copyright © 2014 by Natalie Acres
E-book ISBN: 978-1-62741-882-9
First E-book Publication: May 2014
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DEDICATION
For the contemporary cowboys out there who still earn an honest man’s wage.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Thank you for purchasing this installment of the Contemporary Cowboys. While Contemporary Cowboys and Cowboy Sex can be read as standalone series, readers may find Contemporary Cowboys more enjoyable if they’ve first read the Cowboy Sex books in order. Still, the Contemporary Cowboys novellas were written for readers who may not have read Cowboy Sex first.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Author's Note
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
About the Author
SEXUAL HEALING
Contemporary Cowboys 1
NATALIE ACRES
Copyright © 2014
Prologue
“Lord, have mercy!” Brianna forced her chest forward and arched in Handsome’s muscular arms.
“That’s it, pretty woman. Get wild with me.” He buried his lips in her cleavage and nuzzled her breasts as his repetitive stroking gained momentum.
Thrust for thrust, she matched him, lost in the impeccable feeling of a hard screw, a real nice fuck. Handsome’s rigid cock was large enough to shatter a good girl’s dreams, but no one had ever mistakenly called Brianna out as a good girl. When she’d spotted Handsome in that mountainside bar, she’d known precisely what her flirting would earn her. So far, Handsome hadn’t disappointed.
Stroke. After stroke. After stroke. He delivered sweet-pounding excitement, the kind that would serve as a good reminder day after tomorrow.
Brianna brushed her clit against his groin, beckoning him to move closer, fuck deeper. Her breath caught as she felt him stiffen inside her. She leaned way back, loving the wicked and throaty laugh escaping his lips.
“Good God, woman, you’re a wildcat.” He grabbed hold of her hips, jerked her forward, and thrust inside her walls, shoving his cock still higher.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, cowboy,” she drawled, playing the game. She didn’t want to win, of course, but it was nice to think she might be a contender if she happened to decide she wanted to keep the prize.
In a matter of minutes, Brianna and Handsome were grinding out that old familiar rhythm. He flipped her over, staying locked inside her pussy as their positions changed.
Back on bottom, Brianna locked her legs around Handsome’s waist and enjoyed the hell out of him. No one could accuse this cowboy of being lame in bed. He had all the right moves and the good looks to carry him through each and every one. Tall, dark, and definitely wearing his name well, Handsome was cut like a well-trained man-stud with shapely pecs and abs, a great ass, and a pretty face to boot.
Brianna couldn’t believe her good fortune. That is, until Handsome took on a much different persona. His dark, hooded eyes became as heavy as hovering clouds. Even worse, they were as col
d and murky as a dirty pond in the middle of winter and every bit as ugly. As his body jerked with his release, he locked his hands around her neck until she couldn’t breathe, let alone scream!
Chapter One
“I ought to drag her ass out of that hospital bed and tan her hide.”
“Tough talk now, Jax Jackson, but where were you six months ago when she knocked on your door there at Circle J Farms and told every damn one of you what was on her mind?” Drina, one of Brianna’s older sisters, nearly glared a hole through him.
“You looking for somebody to blame, Drina?” Jax snapped back. “From what I understand, you left Brianna’s ass on that mountain. If you want to place fault at someone’s door, just set it right down on your front stoop when you go home later today. Regardless of where you place blame, there on your porch is where it belongs.”
“That’s enough.” Tyler stepped between them. “Take it out in the hall.”
“He’s right,” Flint snapped over his shoulder. Flint hadn’t left Brianna’s bedside since she’d been transferred from ER to ICU. “Go on now.” He tilted his head at the door. “I don’t want to listen to this shit and arguing won’t help Brianna.”
Jax and Drina walked outside. Tyler followed them.
The early spring air was like a cold drink of water after a day’s work in the high heat—fresh, welcomed, and desperately needed. They’d had a hell of a winter and with cattle in five counties, Jax and his brothers had worked themselves to death in subzero temperatures.
Walking to a nearby bench, Jax took a seat and a minute to reflect on the last twelve hours. Flint’s buddies worked for the local rescue squad. Thanks to them, Jax and his brothers had been notified about Brianna before her sisters had apparently realized she hadn’t come home.
According to Flint’s friends, a hotel front desk clerk reported an accident and they were first on the scene, beating the local PD to the motel. According to information passed down the pipeline, the motel room where they’d found her had been a horrifying sight. Toppled mattresses and furniture suggested the guy had a temper. Blood on the sheets suggested she was lucky to be alive.
On a positive note, Brianna had given the dude one hell of a fight. Jax was proud of her, but pride didn’t still the angry beast raging inside him.
“The two of you ought to be ashamed of yourselves,” Tyler said, yanking Jax away from his thoughts. “Pointing fingers won’t help Brianna.”
“There’s only one thing that will help, Brianna.”
“And what’s that, Jax?” Drina asked, placing her hand on her hip. “You gonna track down the man who did this and demand answers?”
“I don’t give a damn about his answers, but understand one thing if nothing else, I will find him. And when I do, I’ll make him hurt.”
“Jax!” Tyler snapped, glancing over his shoulder and looking around as if he were afraid someone might overhear them.
That slow-burning fury had resurfaced again. He’d been fighting his anger since he’d arrived at the hospital but the more he thought about the man responsible for hurting Brianna, the more he wanted revenge.
“Keeping me quiet won’t change facts. I want this fella’s blood on my hands,” Jax said bleakly. “And when the time’s right, that’s where it’ll be.”
“We take care of our own,” Drina said. “We’ll handle this our way.”
“And what are you going to do. Huh, Drina? Gonna call your daddy and tell him your problems, maybe ask him to show his face and handle this mobster style?” Jax snorted at that. “If Daddy hasn’t been here for the big moments in life, there’s a good chance he won’t show for the low ones.”
Drina started to speak, but turned her head. Tears welled in her eyes, and for a split second, Jax thought about apologizing. He quickly changed his mind when he remembered why they were there. Drina had left Gemma and Brianna in a club known for drug trafficking thugs, whoring women, and disillusioned men. The latter was typically credited to drugs.
“Tell us what happened,” Tyler said.
She dabbed the corners of her eyes and sniffed. “I don’t know. When I left, Gemma and Brianna were talking to this big dude.”
“What’d he look like?” Tyler asked.
“He was about Jax’s build, had eyes as dark as coffee, and a weird laugh. I remember that about him.”
“What do you mean by you ‘remember’ that? Were you drunk?”
“Yes, Jax, I had a little too much to drink.”
“And you drove off that mountain intoxicated?” Jax grunted. “You and Coco have done a fine job of setting good examples for your sisters.”
“Don’t you judge me, Jax Jackson. My sister has been half in love with you, with all of you, since she was sixteen and what have you done? You’ve looked the other way, pretended not to notice. That’s what you’ve done. Maybe if you’d paid her a little attention, she wouldn’t have gone looking for it somewhere else.”
“Well, how about that. You and I finally agree on something, Drina.” Jax stood. “And for the record, I wasn’t pretending anything. I was waiting on her to grow up. If she can survive what happened in that roadside motel, I’m pretty sure she’s old enough now to handle the likes of me.”
Chapter Two
Ansley Cartwell sat on her usual morning perch. She’d just kicked up her feet and planted them on the neighboring barstool when her phone rang.
Tristan strutted through the café style doors with several boxes of beer. “You planning on answering that or just looking at it?”
“It’s too early for you to be a smart-ass.”
“Damn.” He glanced at the clock. “I guess you’re right. It’s not quite nine yet. According to you, snark and attitude are only welcome between ten and two.”
“I love that cocksure mannerism of yours first thing in the morning.”
The phone lit up again. Ansley grunted. “She won’t give up.”
Tristan tilted his head at her phone. “Who are you avoiding?”
“It’s Mom. She’s calling to pump for information.”
“About?” Tristan arched a brow.
The phone stopped ringing and Ansley propped the phone up on the napkin holder and stared at the facing, waiting for it to hum with an incoming call again. Sidetracked for a moment as she tried to keep the device from tilting over, she said, “Vicky promised Patience she would leave her alone until she figures out what she wants to do about her fella situation. Unfortunately, she can’t keep that promise. Patrick, Josh, and Aspen are throwing a fit because their daughter is no longer right under their noses.”
Tristan snickered. “I bet Vicky is paying for that one in ways you can only dream about.”
Ansley narrowed her gaze. “Hey now. Don’t start with me, Mr. Man. Besides, if you think I fantasize about dark dungeons and hard fucks, you’re only half-right.”
“I love it when you talk dirty first thing on Monday morning.” He moistened his lips. “What’d you say we throw a ‘closed until further notice’ sign on the front door and make out like teenagers?”
“Ooh, tell me more.”
“Call your mom back,” Tristan said, leaning over long enough to give her a peck on the lips. “See what’s up. Then, if you’re good, I’ll post that notice and drag you upstairs for a few hours.”
“Mmm…I like the sound of that.” Ansley’s phone buzzed again. She held it up and flashed the caller ID his way. “She’s a persistent little thing, huh?”
“Now I see where you get it.”
Ansley moistened her lips and stared at that large bulge between his legs. “My persistence doesn’t have anything to do with heredity.” She thought of their morning in bed and squeezed her legs together. “It has to do with inspiration. Around you, I’m always highly motivated.”
“Good to know,” he said, pointing at her cell. “Get that before she starts calling me.”
She rolled her eyes and hit the speaker option. “Good morning, Mother.”
“I�
�ve been trying to reach you. Where have you been? Are you all right?”
“Daddy Kane?” Alarmed to hear her father’s voice on her mom’s phone, Ansley swung her body upright. “Is everything all right? Why are you calling from Mom’s phone?”
“We’ve been over this. As long as I pay the phone bills around here, I can use any damn phone I choose and so happens, your mother’s cell was the first one I spotted this morning, but never mind that. I’m calling to let you know Peyton and I are needed in Tennessee. We’re leaving for Erwin right away.”
He made it sound like he was driving to the other side of the world. In fact, Erwin was located right over the mountain, about an hour’s drive from Fletcher, North Carolina.
“Something wrong?”
“You might say that. Your cousins have a problem they can’t handle on their own. Brianna’s in some kind of trouble.”
“Imagine that.” Ansley sipped her coffee. “What’d she do this time? Rob a bank, hit some old man over the head for his monthly prescription of pain pills, or—”
“Ansley, she’s been beaten.”
She gulped. “What do you mean, she’s been beaten? Was she in a relationship or was she a random victim in a break-in, was she mugged at a poker game, what?”
“We don’t know the details. From what we were told, she’s lucky to be alive, but we’ll know more when we get there.”
Ansley grabbed her purse. “Sit tight. I’ll be there in a jiffy. I’m going with you.”