What stunned her the most—how easily she’d morphed into a cowgirl savage. Hell! She’d seized his gun and protected her Dillon. She’d do the same for Dono and Dash, no question about it. Yeah, soon, Dale Evans and Annie Oakley would have nothing on her.
Hadn’t she shot a man in the chest? And he might be dead. Kylie shoved that image away fast.
As she continued gazing in the mirror, she inanely wondered why she didn’t look different, well, more different. Still, transfixed by her own reflection for some reason, she looked closer.
Yes, there it was. A new dark flame shone in her eyes. For lack of a better description, she’d grown up, or matured more as a woman.
Matured. God, how she hated that word to the super max. The weight of the world always settled on her shoulders. Or she’d feel strangled by all the expectations, endless expectations.
After answering the call of nature, Kylie washed and dried her face. Brushing the tangles out of hair, she stared at her reflection, again.
The rate of her thoughts reached warp speed. “Stop,” she ordered. Leaning on her palms, she observed her face. The over brilliance of her eyes gazed back at her. “Dillon.”
A sense of freedom seized her as she thought about him. A different kind of freedom, it flew strongly within her, lifting her higher and higher. Suddenly brimming with what she could only call a white light, Kylie shut her eyes.
“Born again,” she uttered. Every particle of her flesh seemed to be burn with a mystical fire for long instants. “That’s what this feels like. I’m born again here.”
“Kylie, honey.” Dash’s loud voice seemed to arrive from on high. “Dillon sent us to make certain you’re doin’ okay.”
Blinking, Kylie whirled around. “Dash. Yeah, I’m fine,” she yelled. Striding out of the bathroom, she sassed, “A woman has to have some privacy from her three Texans.”
“Dillon said to rope you if we had any trouble.” Lazily propped against the doorway, Dono gave her the once over as Kylie approached him and Dash. His seductive glance sweltered her, but good, too good, transforming her into his sex goddess. Kylie loved it.
“Rope me, is that so?” Kylie swayed her hips provocatively, then danced a pivot between Dono and Dash. Linking arms with them both, she challenged, “You’d have to chase this fast filly and get close enough first.”
“Oh, I intend to get real close to her, real soon,” Dono bad-boy crooned.
“Betcha you’re gonna need help chasing this fine filly beneath your loop,” Dash drawled with his own sexy purr.
“It might just take two of you.” As they walked down the wide hallway, Kylie swung her hips, brushing their rock-hard thighs.
“Whatever it takes.” Dash spun before her, his gaze gleaming with passion. Taking up her hand he kissed the top with such romantic fervor, Kylie felt all molten-swoony inside.
“Why, Dash, you handsome gentleman. My heart is all aflutter for you.”
“You see,” Dash shot toward Dono, “her heart is all aflutter for me.” Bowing impressively over her hand, he pressed another kiss.
“Still fluttering, my Prince cowboy.”
He grinned wide, as if sunshine poured through him. “Gotta go take care of the ranch, honey. Then I’ll cook up some broth and dinner for us.”
“I know I’ll be hungry.” Standing on tiptoe, Kylie kissed his cheek.
Keeping his big grin, Dash pivoted away from them. “Come on, Dono. Don’t you go turning into no rutting stud.”
Swinging in front of her, Dono pinned Kylie against the wall. Planting his palms on either side her, he trapped her with the raw heat of his half-lidded gaze. “Rutting stud, that’ll happen later.”
“I’m not certain my pulse has ever been this erratic, this rapid. Hell,” she added moments later, “maybe, I’ll never catch my breath again, either.”
Swooping down, Dono captured her lips in a quick hard kiss. Whirling from her, he followed after Dash.
Kylie sidled a short distance along the wall. Gaining some control over her breathing, she entered the have-sex room. The interior had been dimmed with only a moon-like illumination focused on the bed.
Dillon raised his blanket invitingly. “Kylie, come here, you sweet thang.”
The sight of him and the rough deep timbre of his voice twisted her insides in the sexiest way. Kylie paused to breathe and steady herself, since her passion threatened to turn her knees into useless jelly.
“Now. Before I get out of this bed and lasso you.”
“You don’t need a rope this time.” Her legs moved of their own accord, as if he’d become a high-powered magnet. “Sounds like that blue stuff must have helped.”
“Enough to appreciate you wearin’ my shirt.”
“Who knew a great big T-shirt could be this much of a turn on?”
“Perfect attire for my bed slave.”
“Damn you, Dillon, you enormous Viking cowboy. It’s not like I can let you ravage my all too willing body.”
“Let me, bed slave.” The growl of his voice was enough to let her know the prowess of his cock wasn’t in question.
Lowering herself to the edge of the bed, Kylie crawled toward him, then rolled beneath the blanket. His hunk, hard-as-steel body scorched every part of her that came into contact with him, even if he wore long johns on his lower half.
“Dillon.” She rested her face on the uninjured side of his chest and slipped her hand over his beefcake muscles, over his smooth heated skin.
“I’m healing up just fine and especially now that you’re lying beside me.” He slid his arm beneath her cradling her butt with his large hand. “You not only saved my ass, Sparks. Your sweet round ass helped keep me goin’. Yep, I’m gonna say this ’cause that whiskey I drank is liberatin’ my tongue some. And you may not like it, but lookin’ at that derriere of yours as you were being that little hellcat warrioress, well, a man is a visual son of a gun, ain’t he?”
Kylie stiffened slightly. Wanting to understand, she took a moment to think. “Then, my butt saved my butt, too…along with you firing Betsy.”
“Looks that way, don’t it?” Cuddling her closer, Dillon brought her higher against his chest. “God Almighty, woman, I love you.” He nuzzled into her hair, pressing soft urgent kisses on the top of her head.
Kylie knew she should probably keep her mouth shut and simply bask in her man’s loving. Her man. Still, her tongue had a mind of its own, as it usually did. And her heart, well, her heart wanted to know. “That isn’t the whiskey talking—”
The absolute demand of his mouth slammed against hers, and forced Kylie flat onto the bed. With her senses reeling she felt his lips gentle almost immediately, then linger kisses that tempted her mouth to bloom open.
Kylie swore her lips became soft and delicate as rose petals, as if magically transformed. Carefully, she looped her arms around his impossibly strong neck while slowly tangling her mouth with his. Without any reserve she kissed her husband. She kissed Dillon.
When he gently separated their lips, she asked, “What is it? I’m not hurting you—”
“Ain’t the whiskey. I love you, Kylie, my woman, my wife. I love you.”
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Savanna Kougar is an ebook and print author with Siren-BookStrand. She writes love stories because that’s her deepest heart. She writes in the futuristic/fantasy/paranormal subgenres because that’s her fiercest passion. And, she writes erotic romance because she is ferociously fond of ripping the damn doors off. You can find her at her personal blog ~ Kougar Kisses ~ savannakougar.com.
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