Lily's Cowboys

by S. E. Smith

  Lily’s Cowboys

  Lily’s Cowboys

  By S. E. Smith

  With thanks to:

  My husband, Steve, for believing in me and being proud enough of me to give me the courage to follow my dream. A special thanks to my sister and best friend, Linda, who not only encouraged me to write but read it as well.

  -S. E. Smith

  IMPRINT: Erotic Romance

  Lily’s Cowboys

  AN ANGEL TO LOVE: LILY’S JOURNEY

  Copyright © 2010 by Susan E. Smith

  First E-Book Publication December 2010

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

  All characters, places, and events in this book are fictitious or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is strictly coincidental.

  Synopsis

  Sometimes life begins after you die. A least it has for Lily O’Donnell. Lily O’Donnell had always wanted to find a love as beautiful as her parents had. When her father suspiciously dies in an accident and her mother is brutally raped and murdered Lily has to fight for her life. When she is trapped by the man who murdered both her parents and threatens to do to her what he did to her mother Lily feels she has only one choice to avoid a fate worse than death.

  Reborn to help others, Lily reappears time after time to help families in need only to die again once the families no longer need her. Things change when Maggie Cunnings finally has enough of her three nephews’ attitudes. Wanting to go home to sunny Florida and leave the frigid winters of Wyoming behind, Maggie prays for a little help in teaching the Cunnings’ brothers how to live and love again. The Cunnings’ men aren’t the easiest to get along with. They’ve gone through six housekeepers in as many months. When Maggie hires Lily to be their new housekeeper sparks fly as the brothers and Lily learn that living and loving sometimes comes with no guarantees.

  When a madman targets Lily believing she has the knowledge to make him an immortal the men have to come together as a family to help save the woman they love. Will they be able to save her and make her theirs or will she once again be taken away?

  (Warning: This is a ménage romance between one determined angel and the three cowboys who love her).By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, please get a refund for this book. It is designed for the entertainment of mature readers only.

  Chapter 1

  Sometimes life begins after you die.

  Lily O’Donnell pulled her hat further down on her head trying to protect her face as much as she could from the rain pouring down around her. She was drenched through to her skin and shivered as cold raindrops ran down under the collar of her jacket. She let out a tired sighed as she struggled. Her long dress wasn’t helping matters as it kept tangling around her legs making each step on the three mile journey from town to home even more difficult, she thought despairingly. Pulling the small basket of dry goods she had picked up at the general store closer to her, she was just thankful she was almost home. At almost eighteen, she had taken over most of the work around the farm she and her mother lived on outside of the small town of Oak Grove, Oklahoma. It was all they had left and they were determined to keep it.

  Her parents had moved out to Oklahoma twenty years before wanting to make a new start away from the hectic life found in the city. It had been a difficult journey for her mother but her father, Gerald O’Donnell, had wanted to find a place where he could farm and raise a family. Everything had been fine until two years ago when a man from town named James Butler had started coming around. Lily didn’t like him. Butler had been trying to pressure her father into letting him marry her. Lily’s father had ordered the man away but it was unnerving how often he still seemed to show up on or near their farm. When her father had died a year later in an accident while working with Butler she had become suspicious begging the sheriff to investigate. The sheriff could find no conclusive proof Butler had had anything to do with her father’s fall off a barn roof they had been working on together at a nearby farm. Now with her father gone, Butler had begun pressuring Lily’s mother, Maureen, into marrying him. Lily’s mother did what she could to discourage him telling him over and over not to come around.

  Lily sighed again as she thought of the last few months. It had been very hard for them. She and her mother knew living on a farm would be hard. What they had not expected to discover was that for two women living alone on a farm it was almost impossible as the work and repairs were never ending. To compound matters, in recent weeks James Butler had been more insistent about coming out; ignoring Lily and her mothers’ protests that neither of them needed nor wanted his help. Yesterday, he had hidden in their barn and grabbed Lily when she had gone out to gather eggs. He had smelled heavily of alcohol and sweat making her cringe in fear. She had fought him off screaming when he grabbed her breast in a brutal grip leaving dark, painful bruises behind. Her mother had rushed out of the house when she heard Lily’s scream clutching her father’s old shotgun to her chest. Butler had threatened them both, telling Maureen he was going to marry her whether she wanted to or not and Lily was going to be his too. Maureen, small bone and delicate, had stood there with the heavy gun pointed at his chest fearlessly demanding he leave and not come back.

  Lily had been hesitant to make the weekly journey to town but they needed to get supplies and sell some of the items they had. So, Lily had left early this morning to make the trip to town hoping to be back before it began raining again. She took the items she and her mother had canned and fresh vegetables to Mr. Marshall at the local general store to help supplement their income once a week. They desperately needed the money and Maureen had encouraged Lily to go against her better judgment. It also gave her a chance to pick up any supplies they needed. Her mother normally took turns with her but she had been ill and was too fragile to make the journey right now especially with the rainy weather they had been experiencing recently. Lily had also stopped by the local sheriff’s office to tell him what had happened. She was tired of them constantly having to look over their shoulder and after the incident yesterday was determined to end Butler’s advances. She asked the sheriff if it would be possible for him to talk to Butler about staying away from them. The sheriff had explained he would talk to him but suggested it might be a good idea if Lily and her mother found somewhere else to stay for a while. Lily had shaken her head, they had no other family. The farm was the only place they had. The sheriff said he would be out the next day to talk with Maureen and see what he could do to help out. Lily had thanked him before making the long journey home. Now, as she struggled to get home before dark she was suddenly filled with a sense of unease. Had she done the right thing? Would Butler become even more hostile? More determined?

  Frowning as she made her way up onto the small porch she realized there were no lights on in the small house. Opening the door, Lily pushed her wet hat off and laid it next to the door.

  “Momma?” Lily called softly. “Are you here?”

  Lily set the basket of supplies down on the rough table in the kitchen. Removing her wet jacket, she walked to the door of her mother’s bedroom, hesitating she knocked softly, “Momma?”

  The door opened suddenly with a bang as it swung back and hit the wall. A very drunk James Butler stood in front of her wearing nothing but a pair of half button pants, a bottle of whiskey in his hand, “Your momma ain’t here no more, little girl. It’s just you and me now.”

  Lily stepped back from the stench of bad breath and whiskey coming
from the man standing in front of her. Lily looked around his large body into her mother’s bedroom and saw her mother lying naked on the bed, her face bloodied and bruised, her eyes staring unseeing toward the ceiling. Lily’s eyes grew wide in horror. Sobbing, she stumbled backwards as Butler reached for her.

  “You’re gonna fill the bitch’s position now and I know just the position I want to take you in too.” He grinned as he grabbed his crotch. “I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I first laid eyes on you. I wanted your momma too, but she couldn’t handle me. Bitch scratched my face up when I told her what I was gonna do to you. She knew I wanted you. I made sure I told her as I fucked her what I was going to do to her baby girl. I even let her know her beloved husband had a little help in meeting an early grave. He didn’t know what hit him until it was too late. You and your momma always thought you were too good for me. Bet she didn’t think that as she was getting fucked. She kept begging me. You know how much that turned me on? You should have listened to her beg me not to hurt you when I told her how I was gonna fuck you too.”

  Lily shook her head as she moved around the table trying to keep away from the monster who had murdered her family. She shook with grief over what her beautiful and gentle mother had gone through. “How could you?” Tears poured down her face as she realized she was about to meet the same fate as her mother. “How could you?”

  Taking another swig of whiskey, James laughed as he threw the bottle at her across the table, “You should have heard her. Your momma begged for protection for you with her dying breath. ‘Please give my baby girl a chance to live. Please, oh God, please, protect my baby girl’. I don’t think anyone was listening, do you? No one heard her as she begged for her life.” He whined out the words noting how each one pierce the heart of the girl in front of him.

  “Come here and bend over, girl. It’s time I showed you what a man feels like. Maybe if you are a good girl I won’t have to beat you like I did your momma. She shouldn’t have fought me. She got what she deserved.” James began undoing the rest of the buttons on his pants.

  Lily backed up until her back was against the edge of the counter. Screaming when James grabbed the table and flipped it out of the way, Lily reached blindly behind her for some type of weapon. Her hands closed around the small lantern they used in the kitchen. She flung it at him with all her might not waiting to see if it made contact. Turning, she rushed for the back door of the small house and stumbled down the steps sobbing. She ignored everything but the need to get away, running as fast as she could in the driving rain. She headed around the back, running across the muddy yard past the barn and down toward the river that ran along the back of the property. Her only thought was to get away from the evil that had taken her family away from her. If she could get to the next farm she would be safe she kept telling herself over and over. Lily screamed suddenly in fear when her long hair was grabbed painfully from behind, pulling her off her feet. She landed on her back in the thick mud and began tumbling down the slight incline towards the river fighting against the huge body trying to hold onto hers.

  Lily gasped as a fist came down along her chin. It hadn’t been a hard hit but enough to stun her for a moment. Her legs were tangled in the skirts of her long dress and she couldn’t seem to fight her way free of them long enough to get up. When the muddy hand tightened its grip in her hair and began to drag her up to her knees, she screamed even louder in pain and fear. She frantically swung her fists as hard as she could in an effort to break free. She almost sobbed in relief when she connected, listening in satisfaction when she heard a grunt of pain over the rain and thunder. Pushing with all her might, she wiggled free from the muddy grasp and struggled to her feet. She stumbled blindly towards the rain swollen river.

  Lily gasped in dismay as she realized she would never be able to cross the river safely. The rains had swollen the river to over twice its normal size. The waters rushed in torrents tearing away at the bank twisting and churning in wild rapids of fast moving water. Turning in defeat, she wrapped her arms around her waist as she looked into the angry face of the man who had murdered her parents. She watched in despair as he moved toward her with a hateful grin on his muddy face. Straightening her shoulders, Lily spoke quietly, “You won’t get away with this. You’ll receive justice for the murder of my family. The sheriff knows what you have been doing. He is coming out tomorrow to check on us. I told him about what you did yesterday. You are going to hang for murder.”

  “Who do you think he is going to believe when he doesn’t find anything? He’ll think you and your momma just up and left. If you want to talk about justice, girl, I’ll show you justice. Justice is when I bury my dick deep inside your pussy just like I did your momma for thinking she was too good for me.” James wiped the mud dripping down his face. “What are you gonna do now? You don’t have anywhere else to run too. You’re all out of choices.”

  “There is always a choice. You made yours and I hope you rot in hell. If I’m going to die, I’ll do it with the knowledge you will never do to me what you did to my mother.” Lily raised her eyes briefly to the sky and let out a small prayer of forgiveness for what she was about to do. Twirling around, she jumped off the eroding bank into the swift moving water. The dark swirling waters closed over her head, the weight of her dress dragging her down deeper into her watery grave, Lily couldn’t help but think of how she hadn’t even had a chance to live before she died and felt regret she would never know love the way her parents had.

  “Caleb, you do something with him! I’ve had it.” Ethan slammed his hat on his head as he headed out the door. “I’ll be back in two weeks.”

  Caleb just gritted his teeth as he slammed his own hat on his head and headed for the back door. He had enough to do without babysitting his goddamn brother. Allen had made his own bed and nothing he or Ethan did seem to help. “Maggie, can you see if you can get Allen to open the door long enough to bring him some decent food and maybe talk him into getting a bath? I’ve got to head to the western pasture to take care of a fencing issue. I won’t be home for a couple of days, maybe more. I’ll be staying at the old line shack in case you need me.”

  Maggie stood staring at the retreating figure of Caleb. Shaking her head, she went into the kitchen and made a ham, egg, and cheese sandwich for Allen. The boys were going to be the death of her. She was seventy-two years old and couldn’t keep up with them anymore, especially since Allen came back home to live on the ranch. Moving slowly through the living room to the downstairs’ guest bedroom Allen had taken over on his return she carefully balanced the tray on her hip. Knocking softly, she opened the door to a darkened room when she received no reply. Frowning, she sniffed and shook her head. The room stunk of male body odor and stale whiskey. She moved carefully over to the small table in front of the window and set the tray down. Pulling back the curtains to let some light into the room, she jumped when a loud voice yelled out.

  “Goddamn it. Shut the fucking curtains. If I had wanted them open, I would have opened the damn things. Get the fuck out of my room.” A harsh voice demanded.

  Putting her hands on her aged hips, Maggie glared at the dishevel figure in the bed. Bare from the waist up with a six month growth of uncut beard covering his chin and dark curly hair covering his chest, Allen Cunnings was a scary figure. At over six foot two he could be intimidating anyway. It was hard to tell this was the same handsome young man all the girls in town drooled over for years. His normally neatly trimmed light brown hair hung down past his shoulders and was matted from not having been washed or comb in god knows how long. He still had the muscled chest from years of hard work but he had lost a lot of weight and was too slim. Allen ignored Maggie’s glare rolling over to feel along the floor next to the bed. He grunted when his fingers wrapped around the top of a partial bottle of whiskey. He dragged it up and pulled the cork.

  “Boy, its eight o’clock in the morning. Don’t you think that is a little early to be hitting the bottle? And you need a ba
th. You stink and so does this room. How do you stand it?”

  “Just close the damn curtains and get out Maggie. I’m a grown man and can do what I want.” Allen growled. “Tell Ethan I need some more whiskey.”

  “Ethan is gone for the next two weeks at an auction in Texas.” Maggie said as she moved to pick up some dirty clothes off the floor.

  “Well, tell Caleb I need more then.” Allen demanded with a snarl.

  “Caleb is gone to the western pasture and won’t be back for several days.”

  “Will you just drop my damn clothes? I don’t need a nursemaid. You go get me some more whiskey then.” Allen said, turning to take a deep swig out of the almost empty bottle.

  Maggie dropped the clothes in frustration and glared at Allen shaking her finger at him she had finally had enough, “You don’t need a nursemaid, remember? Get your own damn whiskey. I am through putting up with you and your brothers’ bad tempers. You don’t need a housekeeper; you need an angel who could put up with all the bullshit you boys have been giving everyone. I came to help out but this is beyond me. I’m going to town and not coming back without a new housekeeper who can put up with all your boys’ shit.”