Jackson took another quick look at her. Yeah, she definitely put a rocket in his pocket.
“You should talk to Jackson. He’s a nice guy.”
Ms. Sensual Voice pressed two fingers between her eyebrows. “It can probably wait until next week. Talk to that one, instead.”
Abby shrugged. “Why?”
Jackson knew he had to make his presence known before the hottie said something that’d make her too embarrassed to go out with him. He grinned. And he would sorely like to take her out. Then take her back home, and spend the night with her. “Because…” Stepping out of the kitchen, he strode toward her, using his sure-hit cowboy gait.
She turned to look at him. Her sky-blue eyes widened and her cheeks pinked up to a sexy shade of embarrassment.
“Our guest thinks this dumb ol’ cowboy don’t have enough gray matter upstairs to understand what she needs.” And what she needed was to have those red lips of her kissed. Hard.
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The Sons of Dusty Walker: Killian
(Book 3)
by Desiree Holt
To say Killian Walker was shocked when he discovered that not only was his father not married to his mother, but he had three half-brothers in the same situation. Facing each other for the first time at the reading of Dusty Walker’s will, the atmosphere could best be described as hostile. The terms of the will didn’t help matters. Spending a week in Red Creek, Kansas in Dusty’s house and Dusty’s business was just not on his agenda of things to do. But if he wanted the money to start his own ranch, he’d have to grit his teeth and man up.
Lexie Choate had big dreams about success in the world of art. Her teachers at Savannah School of Art praised her talent and told her she was a shoo-in to win the prize of a gallery show of her own. The last thing she expected was for the man who stole her heart to also steal the prize from her. She ran back to Red Creek, to heal her broken heart and recover from her disappointment. As the owner of Heart Starter, the popular coffee shop in town, she was busy building a new life for herself, while she continued to paint in secret. Hope never dies.
When Killian walked into Heart Starter the chemistry between the two of them was instant and explosive, but neither of them was looking for anything long term. She wanted to get back into the world of art. He was planning to build his ranch and not in Nowhere, Kansas. One week, they agreed. One week to enjoy each other, then goodbye. Funny thing, though, just when you think you’ve got everything planned out, life has a fanny way of turning your life upside down.
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Killian paid the check then stood up and waited for her to slide from the booth. When they walked to the SUV he kept his hand on her arm. He moved it to open the door and Lexie missed the warmth of the contact at once. He again helped her into the seat and buckled her belt for her. This time when his face was so close to hers she could feel his breath on her cheeks, he leaned forward that last little bit. She held her breath, waiting to see if he’d move away again. But no, he pressed his lips gently against hers in the briefest of kisses. Still, even with that light contact, the heat it created set her blood to boiling and the pulse in her pussy pounded with long-suppressed need.
Without thinking she opened her mouth slightly and Killian’s tongue swept in like a sword of flames. The kiss was so intense it stole her breath but she never thought to break away. At last he lifted his head and looked at her with ravenous hunger. She could tell he was as stunned by the reaction as she was.
Oh, lordy!
He just stared for another long minute before closing her door and jogging around to the driver’s side. They were both silent on the drive back to her place. When he walked her up the stairs to her door he kept his hand on her as if needing to maintain contact. On the landing he turned her to face him.
“I’m not coming in, Lexie. I’d like to think I’m too much of a gentleman to act on what I want to do with you on our first date. But trust me, there will be others. So if you want me to stay away, now would be the time to tell me.”
Her heart pounded so loud she was sure he could hear it. “I want that.” The words were a whisper.
“All right, then.”
He pulled her into his arms and cupped her head with one large hand. His scent surrounded her as did the strength of his body. When he pressed her to him she could feel the unmistakable bulge of his cock even through the thick denim. It pressed hard against her mound, the contact causing a flood of moisture to her panties. Could he smell the fragrance of her arousal?
This kiss was deeper than the other, more intimate. He licked every inch of the inner surface of her mouth, brushing his tongue over hers in an erotic dance that made her weak with wanting. She clutched his arms, fingers tightening on ropes of hard muscle, the heat of his body scorching her hands. She had an insane desire to rip off his clothes so she could run her hands all over his naked body. Just at the point where she had forgotten to breathe he lifted his head. The look in his eyes told her he was as affected as she was.
“See you tomorrow.” His voice was thick with desire. “Keep my cinnamon buns warm.”
“Of course.” But she wasn’t thinking of pastry when she said that. “See you.”
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About Sable Hunter
Sable Hunter writes romance, some of it quite spicy. She writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her stories are emotional reads where the heroine is faced with challenges, like one of her favorite songs - she's holding out for a hero - and boy, can she deliver a hero. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and sweat. If she can wring those emotions out of a reader, then she has done her job.
She combines the cultures of her two favorite states into many of her stories - from the mysterious bayous of Louisiana where the Spanish moss hangs thickly over the dark waters to the rolling hill country of central Texas. She is passionate about animals and has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable has been known to haunt cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave.
She owns Beau Coup Publishing company where she publishes her own work as well as many other fantastic authors. Join her in her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy, to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where dreams can come true and orgasms only come in multiples
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Abby noticed Cade and Jase exchanging a knowing look. Jase slapped his best friend on the shoulder. “Be careful. I have to warn you, she’s armed.”
Cade snorted. “Your sister is always armed. She’s lethal. But I do enjoy a challenge. Taming flighty, feisty fillies is my specialty.”
Jase put on his coat, easing out into the inclement weather as Abby grumbled. Cade ducked and a rosy red apple bounced off the door. “Tame me?” She picked up another apple and considered her target. “You don’t have the balls, Tallbull.” Even as she threw down the gauntlet, Abby knew she’d just made a strategic mistake. She’d just waved a red cape in the face of the biggest bull Alpha in Texas. Damn! Why did he have to be so devastatingly good-looking? Every time she was near him, her whole body went into sexual shell-shock. Six-foot three, two-hundred forty pounds, perfectly ripped, wide shoulders, coal black eyes, dark hair and enough scruff to make him look like an old west desperado. Yea, he was gorgeous and she wanted to run for the hills.
Cade began to move toward her. Slowly.
Abby was no fool. She started backing up.
“Au contraire, my lady.” Cade cupped his oversize package in the palm of his hand and bucked his hips toward he
r slightly. Abby jumped. “Do I make you nervous, Buttercup?” Cade wanted to lick the fluttering pulse point at the base of her neck so badly he could taste it. “I’m hung, Abby. Don’t ever doubt it. You wanna see? I’ll be glad to show you. I have a yard of hard, a battleship full of balls and enough hair—”
“For heaven sakes, stop it!” Abby couldn’t take anymore. Before she knew it, he had her backed against the wall - literally. “You Are Out Of Line, Cade,” she growled out every word.
Placing one big hand on either side of her head, Cade leaned over and looked her right in the eye. She could feel his breath on her face. She could smell him – God, he smelled good. A scant quarter of an inch separated their bodies. Her breasts were swelling. Abby dared not breathe, lest the hungry tips graze his chest.
Lowering his voice, Cade whispered in her ear. “A moment ago, when you thrust your shoulders back, did you know it made me want to suck your nipples?”
Her sex wept at his words, clenching with need. “Jerk!” She pushed against his chest, lightly, but he didn’t budge. Abby wasn’t nearly as brave or disinterested as she pretended.
Cade licked his lips and winked at her. “I bet I could make you tremble, Abilene. Do you remember that one sweet kiss we shared all those years ago? You sure enjoyed it. I can still remember how you whimpered and clung to me, pressing those sweet tits of yours into my chest.”
Abby stiffened, the memory almost hurt more than she could bear. “The kiss was a mistake, a terrible mistake.” He could never know the truth—never.
Still bracketing Abby’s body, he let his eyes rove over her face, trying to read her emotions. “No, you’re wrong. The kiss was amazing,” he countered. Cade let his mask of teasing drop. Sighing, he looked almost sad for a moment. “I’ve never understood what happened to change your mind or why just being around me gets your panties in such a twist.” Then, he grinned again – picking up where he left off. His demeanor changed, Cade lost the wistful expression and gave her an evil little smirk. “But let me put your mind at ease, Shortcake. As far as I’m concerned, spending time with you is like going to the dentist. A necessary evil. Because rest assured, I want to be here with you about as much as you want me here.”
A burning slash of pain almost split Abby in two. Cade’s words stung like a fiery brand was thrust in her side. If he only knew the truth…
“Fine.” She grated, pushing on his chest once more. His hard, muscled, manly chest. “I understand you completely and I agree. Just stay out of my way while you’re here. Now, move!” She pushed again—hard—and he smoothly stepped to one side.
Her momentum caused Abby to gallop out into the middle of the floor, much to Cade’s amusement.
“Steady, Abs, you’re gonna fall on that delectable tush.”
Cade chuckled. Abby fumed. “Let me show you to your room. And I hope you stay in there!” She ground out her words. “Follow me, Tallbull.”
“To the ends of the earth, Darlin’.”
His sexy drawl just made her even more furious. The man was stepping on her very last nerve – and he knew it. “Yea, right.”
He grabbed his bags and she led the way. There was only one guest room and now she wished it was on the far side of the house instead of right next door to hers.
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She cut short her self-pampering and instead of the revealing teddy she had bought in town today, she put on a much more sensible long gown and robe. Arabella had no idea the black negligee was much sexier than the blatant red set she’d been tempted to wear.
Slipping down the stairs, she hoped she did not run into anybody between her room and Jade’s. She didn’t think she could stand any comments from her mother about her choice of sleeping attire. Another thing she felt thankful for was the location of the room they would be sleeping in. Thankfully, they were on a different floor and at opposite end of the house from where the rest of the family slept.
She hesitated at the door. Her nerves were on edge and her body was tingling, readying itself for his possession. Already, her breasts were swelling and both nipples were as hard as rocks. She couldn’t wait to be in his arms again. Taking the doorknob in her hand, she held it for a moment and then slowly opened the door. When she entered the room, Jade waited, already in the bed. Leaning back against the headboard, propped up by two or three soft pillows, he looked like a dream. With no shirt on, the soft light of the lamp accentuated his broad shoulders and golden skin. After finding out he had a Cherokee grandparent, the color and smoothness of his skin made sense. He held the covers back and patted the mattress in invitation.
Crossing to the bed, she removed her robe and swiftly crawled under the covers. He eased down in the bed and turned on his side and facing her. “You are so beautiful, Arabella.”
She lowered her eyes, unable to breathe if she continued to share his gaze. His eyes were looking into her very soul. “No, you are beautiful, Jade. I have never known anyone who makes me feel the way you do.”
“How many men am I competing with, sweetheart?” he asked in a soft, gentle tone.
“What do you mean?”
“How many men are you dating? I’m sure there is a whole slew of them just beating your door down, all wanting the privilege of your company.”
“There is no one.” Now that the truth would be revealed, he probably wouldn’t be as interested in her.
“No one?”
“I’m sorry, Jade. I don’t have very much experience with men.” Her voice shook slightly and she closed her eyes waiting for his reaction. How could she tell him the local boys had all been afraid of her, or at least afraid of the ridicule they would endure by dating the town witch?
Light, soft, sweet kisses began raining on her eyes and her cheeks. “Why are you sorry, Bella? Don’t you know how exciting it is for a man to find out his woman hasn’t known many other men?”
“Not exactly what I meant,” Arabella stammered. God, this was hard.
“Quit worrying, Arabella,” Jade assured her. “The other men are history. You’re here with me now.”
“No, Jade.” She grabbed the hand caressing her neck and lightly playing over the top of her full breasts. He wasn’t making this easy. “The only man I have ever made love to is you—in our dreams.” She waited for his reaction. What if he didn’t want a twenty-four year-old virgin?
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Raising her hand, she started to knock.
How would he act? She didn’t want him to be a zombie while they made love. Hattie had told her he wouldn’t remember tomorrow. But how would he act tonight?
“Arg!” she squealed and stomped her foot.
The door opened. Raylan stood there in nothing but his jeans and they were undone, he was wet from a shower with a towel slung over his shoulder. “Why are you on my front porch doing pirate imitations?”
Well, that answered one question, he was going to act normally.
“Can I come in?”
Raylan stood back so the love of his life could enter. This wasn’t good. He was tired, horny and his resistance was almost nonexistent where she was concerned on a good day, not a day when he craved to have someone in his bed that he adored and who cared more about him than the rest of the world put together. “Be my guest.” Said the spider to the fly. “What can I help you with?”
Remembering she could see through the window, she went to his blinds and shut them.
“Tory, what are you doing? Are you about to tell me some state secret or something?”
“No.” She gripped the belt of her coat. “I’m not here to tell you anything. I’m here to show you something.”
“What? Did someone send in new evidence?”
Closing her eyes, she went for it. “No, I’m here to seduce you. I want you, Raylan West, and I intend to have you. Resistance is futile.” W
ith that, she opened her coat and let it fall.
Two things happened simultaneously. Rafe lost the ability to speak and his cock went rock hard. He just stood there staring. And staring. Tory had a beautiful, perfect face. And many times he’d fantasized about what she looked like beneath those cute little clothes she wore. She dressed classy, not real conservative but not overly sexy. He knew she had a good body, he could see all the curves in all the right places. But nothing—nothing—had prepared him for the wet dream standing before him. An hour glass figure with a tiny waist, luscious tit,s and a saucy little bottom he could barely keep his hands off of. And God, her legs…they were shapely, long and he ached to kiss her from head to toe.
OMG, is this a disaster, Tory thought. He was struck dumb, frozen, like sailors of old when they saw Medusa, the ugly woman with snakes for hair. Picking her coat up, she slung it over her shoulders. “This was a mistake.”
“Don’t move, don’t you dare put that coat back on.” Raylan took two steps and he was at her side, taking the coat from her hand and flinging it across the room. “Are you real? Are you a dream? I must’ve fallen and hit my head in the shower.”
She didn’t get a chance to answer. With one powerful pull, he had her up close and personal, flush against his body. She could feel his arousal nestled between them. “Give me that mouth,” he demanded and she raised her head, marveling at the strength of the spell she had cast.
“You do want me, don’t you?”
“More than you’ll ever know,” he whispered as he claimed her lips. The passion was riding too high. This was no kiss, this was a melding, a mating, a devouring. He crushed her to him and made love to her mouth, drinking from her lips greedily, hungrily. Never still, he traced their shape with his tongue, nibbled on her upper lip and dipped his tongue inside. He drew hers to him, taking it within his mouth and sucking on it.
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