Table of Contents
1. Luther's Property
2. The Cowboy Abducts A Bride, A Western Historical Romance
3. The Billionaire Cowboy’s Last Hope
4. Rival Brides and the Billionaire Montana Cowboy
5. A Leap of Faith in a Billionaire Cowboy
6. Falling Into Bed With A Billionaire Cowboy
7. Stephanie & Washington, An MOB Romance
8. Fausto and the Nolan Brothers, A Mail Order Bride Romance
9. Emily’s Desire A Mail Order Bride Western Romance
10. Paradise on the Frontier, A BBW Western Romance
11. Montana Bound, A Mail Order Bride Western Historical Romance
12. Dominated by the Outlaw Biker
13. The Sacked Mail Order Bride
14. The Billionaire Rancher's Unexpected Baby
15. The Billionaire’s Sensual Masseuse
16. Bradley’s Touch
Luther's Property
By: Laurie Burrows
Luther's Property
©Laurie Burrows, 2016 – All rights reserved
Published by Steamy Reads4U
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Warning
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Chapter 1
Ivy shifted the weight of her backpack on her shoulder as she stopped at the edge of the sidewalk. Reaching forward she pressed the button for the crosswalk and waited.
“Hey! Wait up!” Noelle came barreling down the sidewalk, her overstuffed backpack bouncing up and down as she ran. Ivy couldn’t help but giggle as Noelle’s ran clumsily in her high heeled boots, her long blonde hair whipping against her face.
“I’m waiting, I’m waiting!” Noelle slowed down and swiped at the strands of hair that stuck to her lips.
“Jesus! God, I think I’m dying.” Noelle came to a stop and leaning over, she grabbed her knees and attempted to catch her breath.
“You didn’t have to run, I would have waited.” Ivy continued laughing.
“Yeah,” Noelle gasped, “but I didn’t want to miss the crosswalk thingy.”
“You mean the light?” Ivy asked. Noelle nodded her head breathlessly as she stood up.
“Yeah, that’s the word.” Noelle gripped her sides with her hands. “Man, I’m out of shape!”
“I think trying to run in stiletto boots has something to do with it.” The crosswalk light changed and the girls began to cross the street.
“They are not stilettos! They’re just heels. But yeah, I think…” Before Noelle could finish her sentence a pack of motorcycles came roaring through the sidewalk, barely missing the girls.
“Noelle!” Ivy pulled Noelle back to the centerline of the road to stop her from getting hit by one of the bikes. Noelle looked at her with wide eyes and an open mouth as the formation of bikes flew past noisily.
“They must have ran that red light! What the hell? They nearly killed us!” The girls continued crossing the street.
“They shouldn’t be allowed to ride near campus, they’re always so dangerous. At least twice a week they fly through this crosswalk, although I’ve never seen them almost run someone over before.” Noelle rolled her eyes.
“Must be our lucky day…” As the two reached the sidewalk on the other side of the street, Ivy stopped to sweep her long brown hair up in to a ponytail.
“At least we didn’t get hit, my parents would freak.” Noelle laughed.
“I’m pretty sure my parents wouldn’t be too happy if I got hit by a motorcycle either…” Ivy joined her in laughter.
“You’ve got a point there.” Pulling her ponytail tightly, Ivy began walking again. “Are you working tonight?” Noelle shook her head.
“Nah, I have a physics final tomorrow so I have to get home and hit the books. I’m not convinced I’m going to pass the class, let alone the final, but at least if I try to study then my parents can’t be too mad.” Ivy sighed.
“I hated physics, I ended up dropping out after the first two weeks. It’s too much math and formulas for me.” Noelle’s eyes widened as she jerked her head forward.
“Right?! It’s required for my major though so I have to take it and I have to pass which means if I don’t make it this time through, I’ll have to take it again next semester.” Ivy scrunched up her nose.
“I’m sorry, that really blows.” Noelle shrugged as they came to a stop outside Ivy’s dorm.
“I take it you’re working tonight?” Ivy nodded.
“Yeah, I don’t have any finals tomorrow and I could use the cash anyway. I sorta hoped that you’d be on shift too though, finals week is always awful for the drunk college boys.” Noelle leaned over and pulled Ivy in to a tight hug, stroking her back for effect.
“There, there, you can handle a drunk college boy or two…at least that’s what I’ve heard.” Noelle pulled out of the hug with a smirk and Ivy slapped her arm playfully.
“Liar!” Noelle looked surprised.
“Have you forgotten JaimieVanderbeck at the beginning of the semester?” Ivy frowned as she remembered the skinny fraternity boy who had drunkenly seduced her to accompany him home.
“No,” Ivy lied, “I don’t and anyway, let’s not get started on telling stories about our conquests because I’m pretty sure you’d come out looking worse than me!” Ivy laughed and Noelle pouted before bursting in to laughter,
“True, true. Anyway, I’m headed home to start studying, if I take a break later I might drop in to work for some wings or something?” Ivy nodded.
“Deal! Good luck!” Ivy turned and walked in to the dorm.
Ivy had spent all three years of her college career living in the dorms, but Noelle hadn’t been so lucky. During her freshman year in the dorms she had been busted for underage drinking and since then, her parents had insisted that she live at home. Ivy didn’t think that she would particularly mind the hot meals and free laundry that came with living at home, but the interference of her parents was something she could live without.
Since Ivy was born her parents had treated her as though she was breakable. Not in the precautious first-time-parent way that might be endearing, but in the overprotective neurotic way that gave Ivy a rather warped view on what it meant to be loved. Had they been able, Ivy was quite convinced that her parents would have wrapped her in bubble wrap and led her around on a leash. She was an only child and they were the type of parents who never could and never would cut the umbilical cord.
“Hey!” Ivy threw her backpack on the floor beside her built-in desk as she greeted her roommate who was stretched out on her own bed. “Can’t stop, I have to pee really bad and then I’m off to work!” Her roommate waved a hand and went back to reading the oversized hardback textbook that she had balanced on her lap
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“Hi, bye!” Felicity said as Ivy ran back out of the door and down to the communal bathroom. Moments later as Ivy sat in a stall in the bathroom she heard someone else come in. “Hey?” Felicity’s familiar voice came through the stall door. “Are you working late tonight? Cause my boyfriend wants to come over and…well, you know…” Ivy laughed.
“Yeah, I’ll be there until close so you guys can have the room. I’ll be back about 12:30 or 1.”
“Great! Thanks!” Felicity turned to leave.
“Just do me a favor and stick something on the door handle when you’re…umm…busy so I know if it’s safe to come in when I get back.” Felicity’s nervous laughter echoed around the bathroom tiles.
“Sure, no problem.”
Felicity had been a quiet, shy girl when she and Ivy had been paired as roommates during their freshman year. As the years passed however, the shy eighteen year old had discovered the joys of sex and Ivy had watched her transform. There had been a few disagreements, mostly stemming from Ivy’s walking in on Felicity and her first boyfriend more than once, but since then things had been settled with a few simple rules. Ivy hadn’t been as eager to explore her sexual awakening. Sure, she imagined what it would be like when she found the perfect guy, but she wasn’t entirely sure that she had yet. Felicity had tried to convince her to ‘jump in’ as it were, to get the first time over with so that she could enjoy the ‘best days of her life,’ but Ivy still approached the topic of sex with some trepidation.
Chapter 2
The restaurant was already packed, something that wasn’t unusual for five o’clock in the college town. Everyone wanted their early dinner special and plenty of them wanted to take advantage of their 2-for-1 beer specials until 6pm. Heading in to the back, Ivy clocked in.
“Hey girl!” LaTisha flashed her a smile as she walked past in her short orange shorts.
“Hey!” Ivy tugged on her tight white shirt, making sure that her plump breasts looked presentable. Tugging down on the bottoms of her short orange shorts she made her way to the bar to check in.
Ivy had never imagined that she’d end up working at a restaurant like this, one that exploited women by making them dress in tight fitting clothes showing off their breasts and barely covering their asses. She had imagined that she would work on-campus at the bookstore or maybe the sandwich shop, but when she found out just how little those jobs paid she had had to think outside the box. Of course, her parents still believed that she was working in the campus bookstore. For the past two years she had let them believe the lie, not willing to risk her freedom to tell them that she was working at “Busties.”
“Hey doll, I’ve put you on section three tonight, I hope that’s okay?” Ivy hated working section three because it covered the back section of the restaurant where the pool table stood and where most of the drunks convened.
“Don’t you have anything else?” Ivy pleaded with LaTisha.
“Sorry hon, Sierra got in early and she took your section so all we have is section three.” Latisha gave her a look of apology as one of the other waitresses handed her a check.
“Table six,” The waitress said. LaTisha took the credit card and the check and ran them through the computer. Ivy took a steadying breath as she turned around to face section three.
The back section of the restaurant was always dark and dingy and all of the tables had a permanent film of sticky beer over them. More than once waitresses had quit over having to work the more questionable customers back there, the ones who took the short uniforms as free license to play grab-ass. Fortunately for Ivy no one had tried those games with her yet, but she dreaded the day that they did and LaTisha had promised her that the day would come.
Most of the tables in section three were already well stocked with food and drink, just leaving two for Ivy to tackle immediately.
“Hi guys, I’m Ivy, I’ll be your server tonight. Is there anything I can get to start you off?” The group of six younger students continued to talk over Ivy as she gave her spiel. Ivy stood at the side of their table impatiently. “Hello?” Again, the kids ignored her as they continued talking noisily. “Fine.” Ivy turned around to head to the second of the two waiting tables and as she did one of the college boys grabbed her wrist.
“Hey! Where do you think you’re going? We’ve been waiting five minutes to get someone to take our order!” The guy had obviously been drinking, Ivy could tell as he slurred his words together. She tried to pull back her wrist from his grasp. When she realized that the boys grasp was too tight to pull out of, she grimaced.
“Let go! You’re hurting me!” The boy sneered at her and turned back to see if his friends were watching as he put their waitress in her place.
“Guys, she says I’m hurting her!” There was uproarious laughter for thirty seconds until a large pair of hands slammed down in the middle of their table.
“Let her go.” The college boy faces turned to face the owner of the two large hands on the table. “NOW!” The voice boomed. Ivy felt her wrist come free and with her other hand she rubbed it gently. “Now,” the gravelly voice said, “you’re going to leave and you’re not going to come back in here again.” The boys all looked at each other in protest but when the large hands slammed down on the table once again, they all jumped up nodding.
“I never liked it here anyway!” One of the boys protested as he rushed towards the front door.
“Yeah, the beer is always skunky!” Another added.
“And the wings suck!” Another added.
Ivy turned back to thank the man who had chased the boys away, but when she looked up he had returned back to a game of pool. She tried to catch his attention without interrupting his game, but when he didn’t see, she walked over to him. The man was dressed in a pair of dirty ripped jeans and his oil stained white t-shirt was covered by a black leather vest. When Ivy walked over, he and his friends all stopped talking and stared at her expectantly.
“I…umm…just wanted to say thank you.” She paused. “For your help.” The man nodded.
“Hey Luther, looks like you’ve got a fan!” One of the man’s buddy’s said loudly. Three more of the guys in the group started to laugh and Ivy began to feel just as uncomfortable as she had with the college boys.
“I’d better get back to work.” She murmured and turned around.
Walking over to the college boy’s table, Ivy straightened up the stools and reached for the glasses but as she did she noticed someone standing behind her. Turning around she found Luther standing there in silence.
“Yes?” She asked, trying her best not to sound too rude but wanting to let him know that he and his buddies were definitely getting on her nerves.
“I wanted to apologize for my friends.” He offered. Ivy shrugged.
“Thanks, but I’m used to it.” As she turned to walk away Luther reached out and touched her wrist gently.
“Are you okay?” Ivy turned back and he took her wrist in his hand to examine it. She nodded.
“I’ll be fine, thanks.” Luther rubbed the red marks on her wrist with his calloused fingers before letting go and looking at her with a pitying smile.
“Sorry I didn’t come over sooner.” Ivy gave him half a smile.
“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for coming over at all. Most guys back here wouldn’t have done anything, they get kind of engrossed in their own worlds.” Luther couldn’t help laugh.
“You mean we’re asses?” Ivy offered a full smile this time before shrugging.
“Hey, you said it, not me.” Luther looked back at his friends and then back to Ivy.
“Can I…uhh…get you a drink or something?” Despite having the exterior of a bad biker boy, Luther seemed more than unsure of himself around Ivy. Ivy shook her head.
“Sorry, I’m not allowed to drink on the job.” Luther nodded slowly.
“Well, maybe some other time?” Ivy nodded.
“That’d be nice, thank you.”
Chapter 3<
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Ivy was exhausted. With another hour to go until close, her feet were already aching and the smell of hot wings was making her nauseous. Luther and his friends still had a monopoly over the pool table and between keeping them supplied with beer and keeping the rest of her tables happy, Ivy was run off her feet.
“Hey, waitress?” an overweight college kid called her from one of her tables. Ivy walked over, her tray tucked under her arm.
“Yes, sir, what can I get you?” The kid shook his head.
“Nothing. I wanted to know when we can get a look in on the pool table, those guys have been there all night!” Ivy looked over to Luther and his friends.
“I’m sorry sir, they did get there first and as long as they’re paying customers, they can play as long as they like.” The kid huffed loudly.
“That’s ridiculous! I’m a paying customer too and I’d like to play a game of pool!” The kid raised his voice, only not loud enough for Luther and his friends to hear. Ivy shook her head.
“Well, sir, if you are really that unhappy about it, I would suggest that you ask the gentlemen over there if they would mind sharing the table.” Ivy smiled politely, paused and then walked away with a smile. She knew that there was no way that the kid would confront Luther and his friends and she refused to play mommy and do it for him.
“Let’s get out of here!” She heard the kid say loudly as she walked back to the bar.
“I don’t know what is going on tonight, but it looks like all the weirdos are out in full force!” Ivy said as she leaned on the bar. LaTisha rolled her eyes as she shook her head.
“Tell me about it, girl.” She looked over to section three and then back to Ivy. “I tell you what, why don’t you head out? There’s only an hour left until close anyway, I’ll cover your section.” Ivy squinted her eyes.
“Are you sure?” LaTisha nodded.
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