Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Second Chance Cowboy
Praise for Crystal-Rain Love
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Lucky in Love
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Thank you for purchasing this publication of The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
Cook County Cowboys
Lucky & Chance
by
Crystal-Rain Love
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Cook County Cowboys: Lucky & Chance
COPYRIGHT © 2014 by Crystal-Rain Love
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Publishing History
First Yellow Rose Edition, 2014
Print ISBN 978-1-62830-553-1
Digital ISBN 978-1-62830-554-8
Published in the United States of America
Second Chance Cowboy
by
Crystal-Rain Love
Praise for Crystal-Rain Love
“SECOND CHANCE COWBOY defines what a romance should be. It touches the heart and mind of a reader and leaves a lasting impression that makes them feel good beyond that final page.”
~Xeranthemum, Long and Short Reviews
“I laughed out loud at some parts, and I cried a little, I must admit. Those kinds of gut reactions are the way I tell how good a book is. And this is one great book!”
~Christle Gray
“Ms. Love has done a fabulous job taking your usual storyline and flipping that sucker right on its ear. Nothing happened the way I expected, and the uniqueness of the plot kept me turning pages.”
~Poppy, The Long and Short of It Reviews
“GUARDIAN COWBOY was an exciting, if not terrifying ride. Ms. Love created a tension-filled first page and did not let up until the very end. The scenes came alive with danger and terror under the skilled pen of Ms. Love.”
~Sal, Two Lips Review (4.5 Lips)
“I love reading about the series of Wayback and Crystal did a beautiful job in this one. I loved that she created a man named after Elvis but is so opposite from the King. Here is a guy who takes life seriously and his job. Amber is a woman who definitely turned his life upside down yet she doesn’t want anything from him. These two are great together and can’t wait for more from Crystal-Rain Love.”
~Night Owl Reviews (Top Pick)
Dedication
Special thanks to a wonderful author
and even better friend,
Christle Gray,
for all her help and feedback.
Chapter One
“Chance Masters, you are all mine.”
Kenzie Calhoun slowly turned in front of the full length mirror in her room, checking her reflection from all angles. With her father out running errands, she was free to wear the cutoffs she’d recently made from a pair of old, frayed jeans. The edges just skimmed her bottom, showing plenty of leg. The white ribbed tank-top fit like a glove, showing off her summer tan, and drew attention to the work her new gel-filled bra was doing for her meager chest. She’d even bleached her dishwater blonde hair to a light shade of gold after seeing Chance in town with the blonde and buxom Bonnie Perkins.
Kenzie frowned as she recalled the way the hoochie had slipped her hand into Chance’s back pocket as they’d left Flo’s Fixin’s two weeks earlier. It was a good thing her daddy had been the one driving the truck when she’d seen them—she would’ve run the heifer down for touching her man.
Chance Masters was The One. Her mama had always said she’d recognize The One when she saw him, just like she’d recognized her daddy. Kenzie smiled at the memory of her mother, wishing she’d lived long enough to see her grow up and snag her man, just like she’d said she would.
The bull rider had stolen her heart when she was ten years old. At twenty, he’d already started building a name for himself in the sport, but he hadn’t won enough purses to really support himself. He’d done like most local cowboys and found a ranch to work on. The Calhoun Ranch. He looked gruff and unfriendly, but he’d been nothing but sweet to her as she followed him around asking a dozen questions at a time.
Then she’d hit puberty, and as her body began to change so did his attitude. Kenzie grinned impishly as she ran her brush through her long hair, her green eyes twinkling back at her in the mirror’s reflection. He’d become a sourpuss, but she’d still caught him looking at her plenty of times, especially when she just happened to sunbathe in her teeniest bikini near where he was working.
He may have dated other women, but he still liked what he saw in her, even if he went out of his way to act as if he didn’t.
That would all change now. She was eighteen, and by law that made her an adult. Nobody could say a thing about them being together, not even her daddy. Chance would finally give in to his attraction and they could be happy. They both wanted it. She just knew it.
The sound of Chance’s truck crunching gravel as it pulled up to the house sent Kenzie’s heart into her throat. She quickly checked her makeup, adjusted the tank top to show a little more midriff, and hurried downstairs.
She’d complained of a headache in order to stay behind while her father ran errands. He’d left Chance’s final paycheck of the season behind, but she didn’t plan to just hand over the slip of paper and watch Chance walk away so quickly. Kenzie didn’t want to wait for him to come off the circuit again before finally getting her first kiss. She’d waited too long already, and with her eighteenth birthday just passed, she was taking full advantage of this opportunity.
Her heart fluttered at the hard rap on the door.
“Here goes nothing,” she whispered to herself as she smoothed down her hair and opened it.
A black T-shirt stretched across a muscular torso, and tight, worn jeans that looked soft as butter, with dark brown boots below greeted her.
His mouth turned down into a frown as he removed the black Stetson on his head, revealing wavy black hair and dark blue eyes that narrowed on her. “Where’s your daddy?”
“Out running errands,” Kenzie answered, doing her best to get the words out while trying to breathe. The first look at the man was always intense. She stepped back and swept an arm out. “Come on in. Picking up your last paycheck?”
He grunted, a sound she took for a yes, and stepped over the threshold, stopping in th
e middle of the kitchen. “Did he leave my check before he left?”
“No,” Kenzie fibbed easily, figuring he’d forgive her once she got him to own up to and act on his attraction to her. She closed the door, using the moment to admire his physique. “You’re welcome to wait.”
His frown deepened into a scowl as he turned to face her. “Isn’t your hair supposed to be brown?”
“Dishwater blonde,” she corrected him as she self-consciously wrapped a tendril around her finger. “I lightened it a little.”
He didn’t say anything to that, but his gaze roamed over her body, his eyes warm with desire. Kenzie quickly rummaged through the come-ons her friend, Stacy, had taught her, and picked out one. “You look hot. Feel free to take whatever you want.”
His gaze snapped up to meet hers so quickly Kenzie had to clench her teeth for a moment to avoid laughing. “We have tea, juice, soft drinks…”
He walked over to the refrigerator, his movements stiff, and yanked open the door. He reached in for a bottle of beer, popped the cap off with the bottle opener attached to the refrigerator and chugged half down before the door had fully closed.
Following more of Stacy’s advice, Kenzie slid between him and the refrigerator, leaning against the appliance with her chest jutted out. He raised an eyebrow as she took the bottle from his hand and raised it to her lips.
“Does your daddy know you drink?”
“My daddy doesn’t need to know everything I do,” she answered in her best sultry voice, and sipped the beer. It tasted horrible and she gritted her teeth, trying not to let it show in her expression, but knew she’d failed when the corners of Chance’s mouth twitched.
He took the beer back and turned away, not speaking until he finished it off and discarded the bottle. By then, he was standing in front of the sink, looking out the window. There was nothing of interest out there, which only helped solidify Kenzie’s assumption he was avoiding looking at her.
“So, when did you start wearing so much makeup?”
Kenzie frowned. She’d only put on lipstick, a pretty shade of crimson, and a little bit of blush and eye shadow, both in neutral colors. She straightened, touched her fingers to her lips. “I wear the same as any other woman.”
Chance made a noise in his throat that sounded very much like a scoff. Her temper flared, but she banked it down. Though she knew Chance’s birthday, it was possible he didn’t really remember hers despite them being only a month apart. Men weren’t good with dates. At least, that’s what her daddy said.
“Would you like some cake leftover from my birthday?” she asked, stepping closer. “There’s a lot left over. I guess Daddy went a little overboard, it being my eighteenth birthday and all.” She’d hoped the not-so-subtle reference to her age would prompt him to turn around and ravish her, delighted that he was now legally allowed to.
But instead, his shoulders tensed. “No thank you. When is your dad going to be back?”
Kenzie’s insecurity flared, but she remembered the times she’d caught him watching her when he didn’t think anyone could see. She raised her chin. “In a hurry?”
He glanced over his shoulder at her, the look in his eyes more annoyance than lust. “I got things to do.”
Things, or blondes? She wanted to ask the question, but at the same time feared the answer. Still… “Are you still with Bonnie?”
He laughed, a rough growling sound that sent shivers down her spine. “No one’s with Bonnie for longer than a night or two.”
The statement backed up the rumors that Bonnie was easy. It also confirmed Chance had most definitely slept with her. The thought weakened her stomach. “What is it with men? Don’t you want a woman you know hasn’t been with every other man in the county?”
Chance turned around and leaned back against the counter, his arms crossed. He let out another rough laugh as he shook his head. “There aren’t many women like that in Cook County, not for rodeo cowboys.”
“There are if you’re not blind to what’s standing right in front of you.” The words slipped out easily, having been penned up inside her for eight years.
Chance’s entire body froze taut, an indentation in his cheek showed he was clenching his jaw tight. Then, as if coming out from under a spell, he sprang into motion, quickly straightened and turned toward the door. “Tell your father to give the check to my brother. He’ll get it to me.”
Kenzie’s heart hammered in her chest as the man she’d loved for so long started to walk away. She couldn’t allow that to happen after telling herself that if it came down to it she would do anything necessary to keep him there long enough to admit to his feelings.
Kenzie threw herself in front of the door before he reached it and blocked it with her body, forcing him to stop. “I’m eighteen now, Chance. You can admit you like me.”
His nostrils flared. “This little crush was cute when you were ten, Kenzie. Now it’s just something you’re going to regret later.”
“My only regret is that you lie to me and yourself.” She stepped away from the door, closer to Chance, and backed him further into the kitchen. “Do you really think I don’t feel your eyes burning me while you watch me sunbathe? Do you think I can’t feel your gaze on me when I walk out to my car?” She rested her hand on his chest before using the other to remove the Stetson from his hand. Tossing it onto the counter, she looked deep into his eyes. “Do you think I’ve forgotten you coming to my rescue when Billy Cross got a little too friendly with me at the fair?”
His eyes showed a hint of fear before he blinked, evaporating the emotion. “That didn’t mean anything. I was protecting the daughter of my boss, a man I respect.”
“Billy wasn’t hurting me, Chance. I saw the fury in your eyes when he grabbed my ass.” She backed him up against the counter and allowed her other hand to rest along his chest. His heart beat as fast as hers. “My body is reserved for you. It always has been and we both know it. You saw him touch me and didn’t like it one bit. I’m old enough now…and all yours.” Despite her quivering nerves, Kenzie followed one more bit of advice from Stacy and leaned in closer so she could whisper into his ear. “Make me yours.”
“Damn you, Kenzie.” His hands gripped her hips and his mouth met hers, his lips briefly pressing against her own before he parted them with his tongue and shoved it deep inside her mouth.
Kenzie gave herself over to the sensations flooding through her body as he ran his hands over it, touching places forbidden to anyone else. Their tongues dueled as he turned her so that she was now the one penned against the counter. His hands slid down the back of her cutoffs as his lips left her mouth to travel down her throat, his heavy breathing loud and beautiful in her ear.
He pressed her tightly against his groin and she felt the evidence of his arousal. Fear briefly seized her before she reassured herself she’d be fine. Chance could come off rough to other people, but she knew him better than most. She knew how sweet he could be, and that he’d be gentle with her. “I love you,” she gasped without thinking.
He froze instantly.
Chance quickly released her and backed away, growling a curse. “What the hell is wrong with me? You’re just a damn kid.”
Kenzie’s mouth fell open as she watched him scoop up his hat and once more turn for the door. Her shock turned into anger as she realized he had no intention of finishing what he’d started. “I am not a kid!” There was no denying he wanted her now, not after that kiss, but he still refused due to her age.
He stopped, and looked at her over his shoulder. “You may not be jailbait anymore, but you’re still too young.”
“It didn’t feel like I was too young a minute ago,” she countered, stepping in front of him, placing herself between him and the door.
“I’m a twenty-eight year old bull rider,” he said, eyes cold but still hungry. “I’m not this knight in shining armor you’ve made me out to be in your head.”
“I know who you are, Chance. I have no illusions.”
She risked holding his face in her hands, and was overjoyed when he didn’t back away. “I love you exactly the way you are, and I’m woman enough to show you in whatever way you want me to.”
His nostrils flared, eyes darkening as he shook his head and backed away from her touch. “You’d better be careful playing with grown men, little girl, before you find one that’ll hurt your little hot ass.”
Kenzie swallowed hard to keep her knee-jerk response—which would have undoubtedly come off childish—from spewing forth. She narrowed her eyes. “I’m only hot for you, and I haven’t been a little girl for a long time. I have the body to prove it, and don’t pretend you haven’t noticed.”
He grabbed her upper arm in a tight grip, pulling her close as he lowered his face to hers. “You have no idea what you’re—”
“Then why don’t you show me?” She raised her chin defiantly. “I’m a fast learner.”
He opened his mouth, and she felt a refusal coming, but then his eyes changed. They narrowed in thought before he nodded and released her arm. “Good idea. Why don’t I show you?”
He set his Stetson on the kitchen table and pulled out a chair, turning it around. She watched as he quickly unfastened his belt and jeans, sliding them down his thighs enough to expose himself before sitting in the chair. “Mount up.”
Kenzie gasped in surprise as her gaze shifted between his erect penis and his impassive face, clueless why Chance was behaving so crudely. He was supposed to carry her to her bed, undress her slowly and calm her fears the first time they made love, not…whatever this was.
He leaned back with his arms crossed casually behind his head, yet every muscle in his body strained with angry tension. “Problem? Thought you were a big girl who knew what a man needed.”
Kenzie blinked to clear her head, but the scene that made no sense was still there in front of her. He looked so…so uncaring. Didn’t he know how special this moment was supposed to be? How could the man who’d held her until she’d cried herself to sleep the night of her mother’s funeral be this way now? She gulped as she dropped her gaze back down to his lap. There was no doubt her first time was going to be very painful as it was, but what exactly did he expect her to do now?
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