by Susan Stoker
Lennon didn’t hesitate. She launched herself into his arms and he caught her. “I love you so much, Dallas McClain. You are such a wonderful man. You’ve made something wonderful of your life and anyone who’d be lucky enough to share it will be blessed for eternity.”
Dallas clutched her to him so hard that Lennon could scarcely breathe. “So, you’ll marry me? You’ll let me be part of your family? I don’t want the ranch or the money. My job will always be enough to take care of us.”
“Oh yes, a thousand times yes,” Lennon peppered his face with kisses. “To be your wife will be the grandest thing in the world. I love you. We all love you. And anything we have, we’ll share. I wouldn’t have any of it without you. You saved us, Dallas.”
Dallas knew that wasn’t true. She had it backwards. “You saved me, Lennon. And not just from the fire. You saved me from a lifetime of loneliness.”
“It doesn’t matter who saved who, as long as we’re together.” She began to unbutton his shirt. “I’m just so grateful to be with you again.” As if seeing him for the first time, Lennon marveled at her man. “Just look at you.” She ran her hands over him, as he undressed for her. “The breadth of your shoulders, the sculpted perfection of your chest and arms.” She smiled, biting her lower lip and blushing a little. “You’ve got the greatest ass.” He groaned as she slipped her hand down his shorts. “And this mouth-watering hard cock makes me tremble in anticipation.”
“It’s all for you,” he muttered, his eyes closing at the wonder of her hands caressing him.
“And as wonderful as this is,” she squeezed him gently, “it’s not the best part.” When he gave her a questioning glance, she poured out her heart. “You are the man I’ve always dreamed of and longed for. You’re not only handsome, you’re good to me. I have no qualms placing Sally in your hands and bringing another child into this world. I know you’ll care and love all of us.” He grabbed her close and held her tight while she healed him with her words. “You are precious to me, Dallas. You’re my beloved, so dear to my heart that I’ll never be able to show you how much I love you if we’re together for a thousand years.”
“Let me show you how I feel,” he begged her as their hands clumsily clashed over the buttons, snaps, zippers and fabric that stood between them. At last–they were skin to skin and he drew her close, reacquainting himself with the swell of her breasts, the curves of her waist and hips, the soft, secret place between her thighs. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Love me, Dallas,” she urged. “I’ve dreamed of you every night, relived every moment we were together.”
Dallas led her to the bed, guiding her down, her back cradled to his front. With one hand, he held her head, tilting it so he could drink from her lips. With the other hand, he worshiped her breasts, shaping and kneading, pulling and rolling her nipples until they were swollen with desire. Lennon’s breathing reflected her excitement and she couldn’t be still in his arms. Her hips pushed back against him time and time again, proving to him he was all she craved.
“I’ll never get tired of this, never,” he murmured as his hand slid down to fondle her femininity–her mons, her labia, finding the evidence of her desire, all just for him.
“Take me, please.” She tilted her bottom, spread her legs and invited him to make them one.
“Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked, willing to do whatever it took to make her comfortable.
“No. I want you and any babies you will give me.”
Her tremulous words were music to his ears. With a groan of hunger, Dallas filled her, his whole body rejoicing to be joined with her once more.
Lennon reached for his thigh, craving a connection, gasping with relief as he stretched her, completed her. Turning her head far enough to meet his kiss, she whispered, “Please, don’t ever leave me again.”
“Never,” he promised as he pumped into her, his hand teasing her clit–rubbing, petting–loving on her so good she almost forgot to breathe. Dallas buried his face in her hair, cherishing the privilege of running his hands all over her skin, of being buried to the hilt in her sweet body.
Lennon reveled at his touch. She’d missed him so much, never dreaming she would ever be in his arms again like this. “Harder, Dallas,” she whimpered.
Dallas let go. Holding her tight, he hammered his cock into her tight channel, impaling her over and over as he cherished her with his whole being. Lennon felt the excitement build. She rode the wave of passion with him, lost in the reality of his love. In–out–in–out–he pounded into her and the need within her magnified to the point that everything exploded in a white hot rush of liquid fire. Trembling in his arms, she felt him stiffen, slamming home one final time, his body molding to hers in a complete embrace. And then she felt it–the hot splash of his ejaculate inside of her. Lennon cherished each throb of his release inside of her–because he was here, he was home and he was hers.
Chapter Eight – Epilogue
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“Catch him, Sally!” Dallas laughed as his baby son tore across the yard after Tilly the pig, who now weighed in at approximately five hundred pounds.
Sally ran after Jeffery, wrapping her arms around him, both of them laughing with pure joy.
“I think he’s about to lose his diaper.” Lennon smiled indulgently.
“Hand him here,” George reached out to take the baby. “I’ll fix him up. That boy needs a bath. Sally, do you want to help?”
“Yea, I’ll get my no-tears shampoo.” She dashed up the steps behind George.
“Ah, I think we’re alone, Mrs. McClain,” Dallas drew his lovely wife down into his lap.
“Rare moments, but I live for them.” Kissing him full on the mouth, she celebrated their life overflowing with blessings. Everything she’d ever dreamed of had come true and more. The money in the bank was nice, but if she had to choose between it and the man in her arms–she’d choose him every time.
Rubbing his hand up and down her back, Dallas held her close. “Thank you for loving me.”
Lennon touched his face. “I’ll always need you.”
“Do you know that’s what Sally said the first day I came here? She said, Lenny needs me. George said it too. You make everyone in your world feel like they’re indispensable to your happiness.”
“I love our family, Dallas. But you are the one person I could never survive without.”
Dallas sighed, so happy he could barely comprehend it. “My God, you’re so beautiful you take my breath away.” He gave her another gentle kiss to seal all of their tomorrow’s. “I’m never letting you go.”
The End
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Cain’s Law
Delilah Devlin
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When love is on the line…
Texas Lawman, Cain Whitfield, discovers the wary brunette he’s had his eye on is a former mob enforcer’s girlfriend when her cabin goes up in flames and her boyfriend tries to run them both off the road. Now, he’s got to keep her alive and under wraps long enough to arrest him – then he can wipe his hands of her. Even though she knows they’re all wrong for each other, Carina Black can’t help her attraction for the proud lawman. The longer they’re together, the hotter their passion burns...
Cain’s Law
A Cowboys on the Edge story
Copyright © 2016 by Delilah Devlin
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Chapter One
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Cain Whitfield wasn’t the sort of man who put much stock in premonitions or sixth sense. But the moment he’d first spotted the shy brunette through the window of the Prickly Pear Motel, he’d known trouble had arrived in Caldera.
His gaze had snagged on her ill-fitting clothing and her wildly curling hair. Not unusual, his noticing a stranger arriving in his little town. But the minute his dick twitched, he should have heeded the warning.
Yeah, he sure could pick ’em. Just like his ex, only Susan hadn’t burned down a cabin. She’d left his place cleaner than she’d managed to keep it the entire six months they’d been together. Hell, the woman hadn’t even left him a can of beans in the pantry when she’d walked out on their marriage. On a Monday. After he’d left for work. Via a note taped to the kitchen counter because she couldn’t put that into a U-Haul trailer.
Staring at the fire that lit the Texas night sky, he shook his head. The strobing lights of police and fire vehicles were no competition for the furious blaze. No simple kitchen fire or leaf pile run amok. It was going to be a long night.
The minute he’d gotten a call to come to a house fire out on Old Amity Road, he’d suspected the owner of the cabin, Mutt Owens, the father of his fellow deputy, Tank Owens, had finally committed arson, because the old ramshackle cabin hadn’t had a tenant in a couple of years.
That suspicion had been quickly squashed when he’d spied that same pretty brunette who had pricked his attention two nights earlier standing apart from the men surrounding the fire truck.
He spotted the sheriff, Josh Penske, also standing beside the fire crew, not that the firefighters could do much more than wet the grass surrounding the building. This far out of town they didn’t have a hydrant to hook up to. The water they carried on the pumper truck ensured the blaze didn’t set fire to the tall buffalo grass surrounding the clearing, and they were busy unrolling more hoses.
As he stood, more vehicles arrived—volunteer firefighters, among them Jeremiah McCord whose ranch butted up against this property. Jeremiah would be the first to arrive—he’d nearly lost his shirt the last time a fire swept across his ranch. The rancher gave Cain a nod then hurried to join the mostly volunteer crew beside the truck.
Chief Blake Thacker roamed around the cabin, carrying a portable water bladder used for prescribed burns and pointing his hose toward the ground to extinguish embers wherever they flew. His expression was drawn and harsh.
No one was paying much attention to the slender figure leaning against an older model Ford Taurus with Illinois plates, her shoulders hunched and her face mostly obscured by the fall of thick dark hair.
The first time he’d seen her, he’d known something was off. She’d been standing in front of the counter, filling out forms at the motel’s registration desk in clothes that didn’t fit well—too slouchy and mud-colored, when
her pale skin and dark hair cried out for vibrant colors. That the clothing wasn’t hers was apparent. Her furtive glance out the window at his squad car had further piqued his interest. This time, not due to any attraction he’d initially felt, but because she’d looked scared.
But just as he’d decided to park next to the office and introduce himself to the newcomer in town, he’d gotten a call about a domestic disturbance, and after circling the parking lot, he’d left.
Until tonight, he hadn’t thought about her again.
What she was doing here was a mystery. But he knew she was somehow involved in this fire. And as he raised his nose to the air, he began adding up the charges—too pretty, too quiet, and by the way her gaze kept sweeping the clearing, still scared. And was that gas he smelled? Did they have another firebug in their midst?
Jeremiah McCord had gone and married their last arsonist. Something that still had most of the townsfolk shaking their heads. But maybe Jeremiah figured it was safer having Carly close to keep her out of trouble.
Cain blew out a breath and moved toward the group. The brunette was the sheriff’s problem now. He headed toward him.
As he approached, Josh tilted his head toward the cabin. “Went up too quick to be any accident. And the chief’s already confirmed use of an accelerant.” He pointed toward the porch, which was fully engulfed in flames. “Started there. Don’t think the woman set it. I found her crawling out of a window in the back. Nearly came out of her skin when I shouted.”
They both turned their gazes to the brunette who quickly averted hers.
“Something’s off about her,” Cain said, wondering if the sheriff had learned something. Not that anything but his professional curiosity was aroused. He cleared his throat.
Josh’s gaze didn’t stray from the woman who stood with her shoulders hunched and her arms wrapped over her chest. “I’m gonna stay here. The chief wants volunteers to spread out and walk the area into the woods with rakes and water pumps to make sure this thing doesn’t get any bigger than it is.”
