“Catherine,” Trent yelled, but the wind muffled his voice.
A figure stepped from behind the horse, and relief swam through him. He flexed his shoulder to ease the tension and led his horse to a stop beside hers. “Get inside,” he barked and swung from his saddle with the calf in his arms. “I’ll take care of the horses.”
He rushed around the corner of the cabin and entered the small lean-to position next to the side wall. He dumped the calf in center of the shed and started for the door. It opened before he could reach it.
“Catherine, what the hell are you doing?” He grabbed the reins for both horses from her and led them inside.
Furious with her for not obeying his order to get out of the storm and strung out from fear for her safety, he grabbed her arm and half carried her toward the cabin. Once inside, he slammed the door and pulled her around to face him. He saw the tracks of tears on her dirty face just before she flung her arms around his waist.
“My god, Trent, what took you so long?”
He wrapped his arms around her. On the trail to the cabin, he’d imagined all sorts of horrible things happening to her, afraid she would veer off the path and get lost. She must have experienced the same hell. The tight bands around his heart loosened as she trembled and tightened her hold.
“Catherine, I…” A knot formed in his throat. He closed his eyes and squeezed her tighter. The possibility of losing her had plagued him for the last hour. He’d stopped by the Turnberry’s ranch to warn them about the storm and had found her gone. What had possessed her to venture out into this weather? Why risk her life for a silly calf? The woman should have been held up in the house, safe and sound.
He grabbed her shoulders and looked into her frightened face. Damn it, she should be scared. She could have died. “Don’t ever pull a stunt like this again.” He shook her to drive home the point. “Understand?”
Anger flared in her eyes. She flung her forearms up and dislodged his grip on her shoulders. “Don’t tell me what to do. I’m not some silly city girl. I have a ranch to run, which, by the way, you knew about before you asked me to marry you.”
Tears again streamed down her face. She shuffled sideways to break free, but he blocked her escape and pinned her against the door. He leaned close, so close her breasts brushed his chest. Desire sizzled with anger and heated his blood. How could she not know how much he cared about her? Ranch or not, he couldn’t live without her.
“You know as well as I do that’s not the reason I want to marry you,” he ground between his teeth. “And as your huband, it’s my responsibility to keep you safe.”
A silent battle sparked between them as the constant pinging of debris against the cabin filled the quiet room. The walls groaned from the abuse.
Trent absorbed her beauty, her strength, her determination. Here, she’d put him through hell, and she still refused to back down. Most women would be quivering under his glare and the threat of the storm, but his woman had grit. She understood the rough life of living on a ranch in Texas. If things got tough, she wouldn’t desert him. His doubts eased, and he softened his grip on her shoulders.
She dropped her gaze, and a different emotion crossed her face—fear? Maybe regret? She bit her lip, and lust streaked to his groin. Her hands drifted to his chest, and she whispered, “I’m sorry, Trent. I didn’t mean to scare you. I forgot how quickly a dust storm could blow in.”
Her apology pleased him, showing him she understood his concern and wasn’t above reason. He shifted, and the rough texture of her shirt scrapped his palm. “Where did you get these clothes?”
“They’re Joel’s.”
“Then you shouldn’t be wearing them.” Trent tugged her shirt from the pants and lifted it over her head.
“I can take them off if you like,” she whispered in a seductive voice as he tossed the shirt onto the table beside them.
“Oh, no, I don’t want a slow strip-tease. I want them out of my way.” He dropped to one knee and tugged off her boots. He made quick work of the closure on the breeches and ripped them from her body in one sweep. “Now.”
He crowded closer, pressing her against the door. The fragrant scent of her sex flowed around him and increased the impression that all was right in his world. He’d been an idiot to doubt her ability to be his wife. She was perfect—now—in the future—and for the rest of their lives.
“Trent…” She gripped his head.
The desire to taste her drew him to her silken pussy. One lick. He ran his tongue along her wet folds and his taste buds watered.
“No, I…”
Another stroke and he found the moist center. Hot. That was the only word to describe her.
Her fingers dug through his hair, and she shifted her feet wider apart.
He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Please, Trent.” Her heavy breathing competed with the wind outside.
Trent closed his lips around the delicate nub and tugged lightly. A scream erupted from her throat and spasms pulsed against his mouth. Cream spilled onto his tongue, and he lapped up the rich treat until her orgasm ebbed.
The hands in his hair slid to his jaw, and she drew him from his knees. “Why don’t we get you undressed now?”
Ah, fuck, he wouldn’t last long enough for her to take her time undressing him. Not with his fingers roaming her plush ass, and his rock-hard erection separated from the curly hair covering her mound by only a thin layer of fabric. He had to claim her as his.
“God, Catherine…” He captured her mouth and drove his tongue deep, mimicking the action of his cock driving into her cunt. Wild little cries escaped from her, confirming her reawakening need for him.
He squeezed her ass and drew her onto her toes. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Moist heat seeped through his pants and greeted his groin. He tore his mouth from hers and lowered his head to suck her nipple into his mouth. The rough texture of his pants rubbed against his cock as he ground his hips against her wet center.
A cry sprang from her mouth. She squirmed and once more wove her hands into his hair. “Please, Trent, I need you.”
“Just a sec,” he grumbled and used his weight to hold her against the wall as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants.
Her arms locked around his neck and her legs around his waist while the material on his hips slid lower. His cock sprang free, and he palmed his shaft to guide the swollen tip into her heat. A quick thrust and he sank deep into her heavenly body.
“Trent!” She arched her back.
“Oh, but I love that you’re a screamer.” He grabbed her ass and pumped deeper. Every fiber of his being shouted for relief. He rocked his hips and set a frantic pace that rivaled a galloping stallion.
“Yes,” she moaned, and a soft blush colored her skin.
Trent pounded in and out. Perspiration trickled down his spine and their combined scent intensified his lust. He shifted one hand between their bodies and found her clit.
With a screech, she threw her head back against the door. The walls of her pussy clenched his cock and slammed him to the end of his endurance. He drove deep, buried to the hilt. His cum spewed into her, branding her as his. As the last pulse of his release died away, a smile split his lips at the possibility of his baby growing inside her. He laid his chin on top of her head and worked to catch his breath.
After a moment, he withdrew his cock and released his hold on her hips. She dropped her legs and lowered her hands to his waist. “I guess you don’t like me wearing my brother’s clothes. Or did you just want to fuck me?”
The rough words she used when they were alone stirred his lust, but he couldn’t resist teasing her. “A lady shouldn’t use such language.”
She lifted a brow, and the tips of her breasts speared his chest. “I thought we established the fact that I’m no lady. Don’t you remember the last time we were here? And the getup I had on?”
He tweaked her nipples and pictured her drinki
ng tea in an elegant parlor in Boston. “But you sure look pretty in your blue satin dress. No one would ever guess what a hellcat you—”
A finger touched his lips and silenced his words.
Green sparks lit her eyes. “Don’t go there. Just because I’m wearing a pretty dress or putting on the dog for some guests doesn’t mean I’m some city girl. I like riding horses and working outside. That’s why I left Boston. Texas is my home, where I want to live. I don’t want to be anything more than a rancher’s wife. Your wife.”
“God, I love you,” sprang from his soul, surprising him as much as her.
She smiled and grabbed the tail of his shirt, then smoothed her hands over his ass. “Good, because I fell in love with you the day I caught you behind your father’s barn making love to Karen Sue Miller.” A slight blush turned her cheeks pink. “What I saw that day fed my dreams for years.”
Fantasies of his own flashed in his head—Catherine naked in the hayloft, swimming nude in the lake, or maybe on all fours while he slammed into her from behind.
She squeezed his ass, and a slow burn built in his balls. He groaned and cupped his hands around her face. In a little over twenty-four hours they’d be married. “As soon as we’re married, you’ll have to tell me a few of your fantasies and we’ll try them out.”
“Why wait?” She drew his hips forward and ground the curly hair covering her mound against his hardening cock. “We still have a while before the storm lets up and no one is here to stop us from doing anything we want.”
The green fire in her eyes matched the passion racing through his veins. How could he be blessed with such a perfect woman?
“You’re right. There’s no reason to wait.” He eased back and whipped his shirt over his head before shedding the rest of his clothes. Holding her hand, he led her to the bed, sat on the side, and drew her between his legs. “Now, Catherine, tell me your favorite fantasy.”
About the Author
Wild and Crazy, meek and shy, at times Anita Philmar has all these characteristics. A normal person with a husband, two kids, and a dog, she loves people and enjoys meeting new friends as well as old ones. She spends most of her time alone, because she’s chosen to be a writer.
The kiss of death for some, she enjoys the adventure of discovering new worlds in her head and hopes her readers find pleasure in there as well.
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Dedrick Forester, Prince of Endole, is fast approaching the end of his fairy cycle, which means losing his ability to fly, transforming into a wood gnome, and having to choose a mate. Until then he just wants to have fun…and lots of sex.
King Rosewood of Evermore is determined to see his daughter wed, but Chloe loves the freedom of fairy flight too much to settle down as a frumpy old wood gnome. She escapes and spreads her wings to reach new heights…like air sex with a stranger.
Combine her passion with Dedrick’s and sparks light up the sky. Both discover pleasure beyond their wildest fantasies. But neither is prepared for the emotional connection. Now Dedrick must convince Chloe that losing her wings doesn’t mean there aren’t other ways to fly?
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