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by Myla Jackson

  The shadows beneath his hat hid his face, frustrating her attempt to identify him. "Who are you?" Charli asked.

  "The pervert on the phone."

  When the man spoke, Charli's insides quivered. That voice, that goddamn, sexy voice turned her inside out and made her body scream for more. "What do you want?" she asked, not out of fear but anticipation.

  "I want to lick your pussy."

  "Oh." The little word came out on a puff of breath, the last she could get from her lungs as she melted into a puddle of goo, her body like the liquid it floated in.

  "Then I'm going to fuck you with my tongue."

  "Is that so?" she said, barely able to voice the words, her body on fire, her pussy creaming.

  "Then I'll drive into you so hard, you will scream. And if we're lucky, Judge Stephens will watch and forget to call the cops."

  "I never scream," Charli whispered, a shiver running over her skin.

  A flash of white teeth penetrated the shadows beneath the brim of his hat. "Is that a challenge?"

  "No, the truth."

  His mouth curved into a wicked smile. "Challenge accepted."

  The stranger pulled Charli closer, folding the floating bed until her legs dangled in the water, her pussy lifted up by the doubled mattress beneath her hips.

  All she could do was hang on to keep from toppling into the water. Fear was the last thing on her mind, her gaze pinned to the mouth and chin, the only facial features visible beneath the rim of the black cowboy hat.

  Clouds skittered across the moon, obscuring even more of his face from her vision.

  Then he slipped deeper into the water, shifting her away from the safety of the side of the pool, until his mouth was level with her pussy.

  "We shouldn't," Charli said, half-heartedly. She wanted him to take her, wanted him to suck her pussy into his mouth and tongue her silly. But this was all wrong…and dangerous.

  If Judge Stephens glanced out the window, he'd have a hissy fit, call every cop in the county and have them locked up for a number of infractions, including indecent exposure, lewd behavior and trespass.

  When she should have been hauling her ass out of the water and driving her wet body home, all Charli could do was wait for the stranger to lick her pussy.

  With slow, deliberate movements, he dragged her closer, air mattress and all.

  He started with a gentle swipe of his warm, wet tongue around her entrance, swirling softly in her juices.

  Charli moaned, her hips thrusting upward, urging him to take more.

  The cowboy's fingers slid along her inner thighs to her center, parting her folds, laying bare her clitoris. He tongued her, flicking the tender tip over and over until every nerve ending screamed.

  Charlie cried out, clutching the air mattress to keep from falling into the water.

  Her captor backed up the steps until his dick was within reach of her pussy.

  "Oh, please, hurry," she gasped.

  "Hurry what?" He nudged her with the tip of his penis, teasing the moist entrance to her vagina. "Hurry and wake the neighbors with your screams?"

  "No, don't wake the neighbors." She paddled her hands in the water, trying to scoot closer, desperate for him to slide his cock deep inside her and fuck her brains out. Despite the cooler temperature of the water, her body was on fire, her desire so intense, she feared she might lose it in front of the cowboy. "Hurry and fuck me."

  He clucked his tongue. "Such language from a lady. You should be ashamed." He slapped her thigh.

  Charli inhaled sharply. "Did you just spank me?"

  "I did, and if you continue to be naughty, I might just do it again."

  No one had every slapped her while making love. Charli wasn't certain how to handle this new development. "How dare you!"

  "Because I can." He lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder, then he lifted the other, placing it on the opposite shoulder.

  Her pulse thundering in her ears, Charli couldn't believe she was lying naked in the judge's pool about to let a man she didn't know do things he shouldn't in a location she shouldn't be. "I must be out of my mind to let a complete stranger fuck me."

  Another smack landed on her upraised thigh. "Language, language."

  This time, the stinging pain not only made her gasp, but made a flood of liquid rush out of her pussy. "You are no gentleman," she dared to tell him.

  "And I count my blessings that you are no lady." He slapped her again and thrust inside her, driving deep, holding her hips to keep her from floating away.

  He was every bit as big and thick as he looked, his cock stretching her insides, filling her so incredibly full. He didn't stop until his balls banged against her asshole.

  "Satisfied?"

  "No, don't stop." Charli forced the words through clenched teeth, unable to gather a deep breath, afraid to move lest he break free and end this exquisite torture.

  "You like that?" He pulled back and slammed back into her pussy.

  "Yes!"

  "I don't think you're quite ready." He pulled all the way out.

  Charli cried out and crossed her ankles around his neck. "No!"

  The cowboy slapped her bottom. "You'll be ready when I say you're ready."

  "Oh, dear Lord," she whimpered. "Please don't stop now."

  He ignored her pleading, his hand cupping her ass, those long, strong fingers, drawing a line down the crease between her butt cheeks to her tight round anus. He thumbed the entrance, poking in gently. He leaned forward and licked her pussy, then swirled his fingers in the juices and traced her asshole. "Ever been fucked in the ass?"

  "No." She sucked in a ragged breath.

  "Get ready."

  "Are you kidding me?" His actions said it all. With care, he rubbed his dick against her anus, pressing in with just the tip.

  Charli's breath caught in her throat, her muscles clenching.

  "Hurt?"

  "Yes. No." Sensations tingled in her labia.

  "Want me to stop?"

  "No!"

  He eased further in.

  Tight, oh so tight. Charlie breathed in and let out a long steady breath, the pain easing as the cowboy slid his cock further into her ass.

  Holding her hip with one hand to steady her on the mattress, he stroked her clit with the other, thrusting his fingers into her vagina, first one, then two then three. The cowboy's cock in her anus, plus his fingers filling her pussy sent Charlie rocketing toward another cataclysmic orgasm. She held tight to the mattress as her body shook with the intensity of her release. Her ankles clenched behind the stranger's neck, holding him still as she climaxed, hot liquid easing out around his fingers, dripping down to where his cock entered her ass.

  When she settled back against the mattress, the cowboy eased out of her, reached to the side of the pool for the foil packet lying there. He ripped it open with his teeth, sheathed his cock and plunged into her, fucking her until his body stiffened, his cock throbbing inside her.

  Her channel clenched around him, moist, hot and full. God, it felt good.

  When he at last pulled free, he let her legs drop into the water.

  Charli stood on the bottom of the pool, glad for the buoyancy of the water, knowing her knees would shake too much to hold her at this point. "Who are you?"

  "Too soon to tell, Charli." The cowboy smiled and touched his fingers to the brim of his Stetson, his face still fully shadowed. "Thank you kindly, ma'am." With that, he climbed the stairs out of the pool and walked away without a backward glance, his muscled back straight, his waist trim, his naked butt too sexy for words.

  "Hey," she called out, glancing up at the judge's windows. She would have shouted louder, but a movement at the curtains in an upper window sent her scurrying out of the water and diving for the bush holding her clothing. Dread at being discovered swirled in her stomach.

  Charli ran past the houses, clutching her jeans and T-shirt to her chest, not slowing until she found a large forsythia bush to hide behind
. There she yanked her T-shirt over her head and shoved her damp legs into her jeans. Running barefooted, she reached her car, jumped in and left the judge's neighborhood before the cops arrived.

  Not until she was safely home, showered and in her own bed, did her heartbeat slow and her brain reengage.

  Holy shit! She'd just screwed a stranger in Judge Stephen's swimming pool. The dull ache of having been thoroughly fucked in the ass and the tenderness of her cunt reminded her of how good the encounter had felt.

  A shiver of excitement filled her, making her pussy cream all over again. Maybe Temptation wasn't quite as dull as she'd originally thought.

  For the first time in months, she looked forward to going to work the next night. Perhaps she'd see the cowboy.

  Her heart skipped a beat or two as she considered their next meeting. Would he call? Would she recognize him? Would he dare her to play another dirty trick?

  THE END

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  About Myla Jackson

  Twenty years of livin’ and lovin’ on a South Texas ranch raising horses, cattle, goats, ostriches and emus left an indelible impression on Myla Jackson, one she likes to instill in her red-hot stories. Myla pens wildly sexy, fun adventures of all genres including historical westerns, medieval tales, romantic suspense, contemporary romance and paranormal beasties of all shapes and sexy sizes. or spending time with her family. She lives in the tree-covered hills of Northwest Arkansas with her husband of 20+ years and her muses—the human-wanna-be canines—Chewy and

  Sweetpea.

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  Coming Soon

  Charli Sutton had sex with a man in a black cowboy hat in Judge Steven's pool and she can't figure out who it is. Return to the Ugly Stick Saloon with Charli as she struggles to come to grips with her dirty little tryst. Work through the clues as she tries to discover the identity of the stranger who'd rocked her world in the pool.

  Secretly hoping for a repeat performance, she isn't disappointed when not one, but two men in black cowboy hats waylay her on the highway home to Temptation, granting her every woman's fantasy of having two hunky hotties at once.

  Two Can Play That Game

  Charli Sutton arrived for her shift early at the Ugly Stick Saloon, had the floors swept and mopped, the chairs arranged and the counters spic-and-span before her boss arrived.

  When Audrey Anderson walked through the door lugging a box of whiskey, she whistled and her brows rose. "I believe a mystery elf has been at work here."

  Charli eased down off the ladder she'd climbed to clean the old-fashioned mirror spanning the wall behind the bar. "I had energy to burn, I thought I'd get started early."

  Audrey frowned, waving a hand at the bar’s interior. "You did all this? I'd say you had energy. Did you sleep here?"

  "No, of course not." With a laugh, Charli relieved Audrey of her box and hurried toward the storeroom behind the bar. She barely slept all night.

  Audrey followed her into the storeroom and leaned against the door. "Okay, spill. Who are you and where did you hide Charli?"

  "I am Charli. The same Charli you've seen here every day for the past two years." Charli smiled and shifted from one foot to the other, wanting to divulge her secret but afraid her boss would think her crazy. She wasn't ready to share what had happened the night before. Not yet. When she'd woken this morning, she'd pinched herself, wondering if the previous night hadn't been one elaborate and very sexy dream.

  The ache between her legs and the rawness of her pussy reminded her the escapade had not been her imagination. She really had been naughty with a stranger. Not only had she made love to someone she didn't know, she'd done it in the judge's swimming pool. And, if she was not mistaken, the judge had been watching.

  A shiver of excitement rippled across her body and moisture pooled between her legs. All of her newfound excitement was due to a whispered dare from the man in the black cowboy hat. He'd been at the bar the night before, watching her...listening to her conversation with Audrey about being bored with life in Temptation, Texas.

  She thought she could name all the regular customers in the bar. Was the cowboy who'd fucked her in the judge's pool been one of those men she saw on a regular basis? Had she underestimated someone?

  Audrey crossed both arms over her chest. "I'm not letting you out of here until you tell me what's going on." Her eyes narrowed.

  "Nothing's going on." Her gaze shifted high and left. She'd always been a terrible liar. "Come on, Audrey, we have work to do. The bar opens in—"

  "Thirty minutes. You have everything done." Audrey's eyes narrowed even more until she was squinting at Charli. "Something’s different. You got laid, didn't you?" Her frown cleared and a smile lit her face.

  Heat spread from Charli's chest up into her neck and face. Ah hell, not only was she a terrible liar, she'd never been good at hiding her feelings.

  "You did. I knew it." Audrey grabbed Charli's hands and dragged her into the bar, pushing her onto a padded stool. "Tell all."