Make Me Stay (Arizona Heat Book 2)
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“You’re mine. And you’re staying.” His voice was a growl. There was no question about who was in charge, here. He was going to be strict, sometimes, and gentle at others, but he would always be loving. I could respect that.
His pace increased and I thrust back against him. Sparks of heat swirled in my core as an orgasm built. He went harder, the tip of his cock pressing against my cervix in a way that made me cry out with the mixture of pleasure and pain. There was nothing I could do but let him take control. I was his, and I was staying, just like he’d said.
The thought of never leaving him, combined with the powerful fucking, sent me over the edge into an incredible orgasm that left me screaming, arching, thrusting back against him and ripping at the bedsheets with my fingers as waves of heat crashed through my body.
He wasn’t long behind me, losing himself in me and ramming his dick into my pussy with a loud half-shout half-growl as his load splashed deep into my womb.
Well, there was a condom in the way but when he came, it felt like he’d sprayed me with hot liquid.
When we separated at last, he wrapped his arms around me protectively and held me against his hot body.
“I love you,” he murmured quietly.
I nodded, my heart contorting to hear the words again. “I love you too.”
I didn’t need him to make me stay. I couldn’t leave if I tried. Not now. I’d finally found what I’d been searching for, and nothing would make me let him go.
The End
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Take Me Hard Chapter 1
“The only failure is not to try.” — George Clooney
Kinsley
I didn’t want my mama to be right. Didn’t want to be a failure. Maybe that’s why I kept going, despite the fact I was so over hitchhiking. The trouble with being female—and I don’t think looks were a factor—was guys let me into their cars, vans and trucks, but they only wanted one of two things: To “save” me or to fuck me.
Girls with money for trains, buses or fancy airplanes don’t have to put up with this shit.
I’d slept in a ditch last night, on the outskirts of El Paso, and after getting lucky early in the morning and finding a gas tanker driver who only wanted to tell me about his version of Jesus in exchange for letting me ride along through New Mexico, I spent the rest of the day being pretty damn unlucky. The truck driver dropped me in Bowie, Arizona, where he emptied his load at a gas station and turned around.
That had been ten a.m. and I’d thought I’d find a ride at a gas station, but this one didn’t seem to get much business. I stood there with my thumb out, but all I got was sunburn where the edges of my hat didn’t cover my shoulders.
Eventually, a man in a Prius came by, promising he’d take me all the way to Yuma. We’d barely gotten through Tucson and out of the suburbs when he made a move on me.
“So what’s the deal with the hitchhiking?” he asked.
“I have to get to Los Angeles.” I replied.
“You got a boyfriend there?”
Ugh. No. Why? Why do men say shit like this? They always think they’re being so casual but jeez.
“What’s it to you?”
“Just askin’. Tryin’ to be friendly. Y’know, it must get awful lonely spending so much time on these roads,” he said, putting his hand on my leg.
I smacked his hand sharply.
“What the hell, lady? I was just bein’ friendly!” He stopped the car in the middle of nowhere.
“You were making a move on me. I’m not interested.”
“Well maybe I’ve changed my mind about letting you ride along. Get out.”
“No problem. I don’t travel with assholes.” I opened the door, picked up my plastic bag of clothes and my purse, and got out.
He drove off in a squeal of tires and left me at a road marker somewhere on the interstate between Tucson and Phoenix.
I took a minute to center myself, then I took a deep breath, plastered a smile on my face, and stuck my thumb out.
***
Clay
“This the horse?” I looked it over, wishing Jake had been able to come. This horse looked nothing like the one in the online advert.
“Yep. She’s already broken in.”
I eyed the ribs poking out of the horse’s chest. “Is she off her food?”
“No. Eats like a horse.” He laughed at his own joke, but I didn’t. I couldn’t believe I’d towed a horse trailer all the way to Tucson from Snake Eye for this.
Jake had brought me the idea of opening a riding school, and I thought it was a great way of bringing more business to the ranch. We needed good horses for it, so I’d come to buy one. The online ad had sounded fine, but looking at the horse, I guessed they’d used a stock photo of a healthy animal for the advert. This horse had open sores on its body and it didn’t look like it was going to live long enough to be ridden by anyone.
“I’m sorry to waste your time, but I don’t think this is the sort of horse I’m looking for,” I said, trying to be amiable.
“You said on the phone you’d take her today!” The man’s voice was getting louder and I knew I’d pissed him off. I was so not in the mood for this after a long drive.
“And you said in your online ad that this was a healthy horse. And you used pictures of another horse to make her look like a good purchase. And you wasted my time driving out here today.” I began to walk back to my truck.
“Wait! We can work something out!”
“Take her to a vet,” I called over my shoulder. I cared about animals, but it wasn’t my job to rescue every sick horse I ever saw. Perhaps if Jake were here, this might have ended differently. I drove away, wondering if there was a good place to get food on the route home.
I’d been driving down the I-10 for a few minutes when I saw a young woman hitchhiking. Seemed like an odd place to be trying to catch a ride. I was slowing down to make a turn in a few hundred yards when she did something stupid and jumped out in front of my truck.
I braked harder, but with the added weight of the horse box, I couldn’t stop in time. I was going at maybe five miles per hour when I hit her.
I turned off the engine, hit the hazards and went to check on her.
“Jeez, lady, why didn’t you get out of the way?”
“Uh, hello? You hit me! You’re supposed to apologize.”
“You leaped in front of my truck! Are you stupid?”
“No. I’m determined not to be stranded at this road marker all night!”
I sighed. The whole thing was a ploy to get me to help her. “So, what, you jump in front of the truck, I hit you, you demand money then get an Uber back?”
She looked affronted. “No! I just need a ride to Phoenix.”
“’Fraid I’m not going to Phoenix. You hurt?”
“No.” I recognized that tone. She was lying.
“There’s two things I can’t stand. Being lied to and being manipulated. Congratulations, you’ve just done both.”
“Will you get me to civilization, or won’t you?” She avoided answering about whether she was hurt. She was desperate about something.
“What’s so important about getting a ride that you risked getting killed?”
“I’m on my way to L.A..”
Of course she was. Tousled chestnut hair, tanned skin, big blue eyes, bigger breasts, which strained at her t-shirt... She was the epitome of a pretty young dreamer who wanted to make it big.
“Why didn’t you get the bus?”
“Buses are for rich people.”
Well, that explained why she was imagining L.A. would solve her problems.
“Name’s Clay. What’s yours?”
She hesitated a moment.
“Kinsley.”
“Where you staying tonight?”
“At a friend’s house.”
Another lie. That did it.
“Know what? I’m going to give you a ride all the way to my ranch, then I’m giving you a damn good spanking, for lying to me and for putting your life in danger like that. You don’t like the terms? Get your invisible friend to collect you from this road marker.” I turned and walked back to my truck without waiting for a reply. If she got into the truck, she was consenting to getting her ass blistered when we made it back to the ranch.
***
Kinsley
He was going to do what? But his truck had hit me pretty hard for such a slow speed, and my leg was screaming at me. I didn’t know how much longer I could stand here waiting for someone else to stop. I couldn’t believe I’d made everything worse by trying to solve my problems.
I watched him get into his truck and my jaw dropped. I mean, I’d already seen him from the front, so I knew he was hot, but his ass? W-o-w. It was something else. It was clear straight away that getting into that truck was dangerous. Not because I thought he’d make a move on me, but because I wanted him to.
I knew better than to let boys interfere with my dreams. I’d learned that lesson the hard way. But I couldn’t stay here. And anyway, he seemed too gruff to try anything.
Taking a deep breath, I got into his truck and hoped he wasn’t another creep.
Also by Katie Douglas
Have you read these other books by Katie Douglas? All her books feature kinky, romantic fun across a range of settings, and most of these are free with Kindle Unlimited:
Arizona Heat Series (contemporary western):
Book 1: Tie Me Down
Book 2: Make Me Stay (this book)
Book 3: Take Me Hard (coming soon)
An Old Fashioned Homestead (contemporary western)
Coast Side Daddies (contemporary age play):
Book 1: Lissy’s Daddy
Book 2: Dominant Daddies Vacation Box Set
Book 3: His Christmas Baby
Highland Fling Brides (historical Highland ménage):
Book 1: Wedded to the Highlanders
Book 2: Bound to the Highlanders
Book 3: Mated to the Highlanders
Book 4: Sharing their Highland Lassie