Lustful Intentions [Climax, Montana 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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“Katie has excellent administrative and logistical skills,” said Tom. “She’ll be a very good addition to Climax, and the Tanner’s Ford Valley Association.” He turned to Katie. “Dorothy wants to know if you’ve set a wedding date yet?”
Tom took Katie’s left hand from behind her back. A large emerald graced her third finger.
“Oh, my,” whispered Hildy. Tears of happiness leaked. “Oh, Katie, so you’re going to marry Sam and Trey Elliott and live on the Rocking E Ranch with your cowboys!”
Katie’s face turned almost as red as her cherries. “Gran! How did you know?”
“My security chief told me.” She pulled Katie into a hug. “I am so happy for you! I hoped so much that you’d find someone to love you. That’s partly why I sent you away.” She pulled back, laughing at Katie’s shocked expression. “Two handsome cowboys is even better. We’ll visit later, when we can share a cup of tea and shortbread.” She frowned. “I heard you were attacked. Was the man ever found?”
“Sheriff Josh Gibson had tracked him down,” said Tom. “Before he could be arrested he had an unfortunate accident. For some reason he jerked his wheel and ran his truck off the mountain. His foot must have been jammed on the gas because he went right through the guardrail.”
“Would that have anything to do with Beth Elliott?” asked Mark.
“Stranger things have happened,” said Tom mildly.
“Is Beth a relative of Katie’s fiancées?” asked Hildy.
“Looks like they’re ready for another song,” said Tom before anyone could answer. “What would you like to sing?”
“Gran loves Boogie-Woogie Bugle Boy,” said Katie.
“I’ll be the third Andrews sister,” said Mark.
The next two hours were some of the best of Hildy’s life. She had enough resources to live the life she chose, and a new place to do it, one full of potential adventure. Her granddaughter had found love, and a town that wanted her. Hildy had her health, her cat, and a marvelously sexy man who made it very clear she belonged to him. Mark held her when they danced and kept his arm around her back when they sang. When they sat, his warm leg pressed against hers. If any man her age looked over, Mark almost growled. It made Hildy feel special, and feminine, and oh so wet.
She was talking with Katie at the end of the evening when a tall, dark-haired man with vibrant blue eyes strode into the room. He aimed directly for Katie, who didn’t see him. Hildy watched, fascinated, as he came up behind Katie. He grabbed her around the waist, flipped her over his back, and strode out. When Katie squealed and complained, he spanked her bottom. Instead of being upset, the residents laughed and called out unhelpful comments. Hildy felt strangely jealous of her granddaughter.
She turned to Mark. “Care to explain that?”
It was Tom who answered. He looked pleased with himself.
“It seems Katie didn’t clear this evening out with Trey or Sam. They weren’t there when I picked her up earlier. Looks like Trey will have a bit of discussion with his new fiancé.”
“Is this ‘discussion’ going to involve words?” asked Hildy.
Tom chuckled. “Possibly one or two, along with more than a few kisses, I expect. And a spanking, of course.”
Her mouth went dry. “Of course,” she repeated, her voice faint.
“The men here have a certain way with their women,” said Mark.
He patted her bottom, none too gently. Her breasts filled, nipples peaking. Katie’s shrieks had faded. Hildy sighed. It had been so long. Mark’s warm hand now cupped her bottom, his meaning plain.
“I’d be quite happy to do the same with you,” he whispered. “And perhaps a few other things that might create new memories. Your room, or mine, Hildy?”
Her heart pounded harder than she thought possible without having a heart attack. This was good stress, the kind that cleared out your arteries and made life worth living again.
“My cat, Socrates, would not enjoy sharing my bed.”
“Good. Mine’s king-size. It also has certain, improvements, to the basic design.” He clasped his hand in hers and raised it to his lips while looking deep in her eyes. “You sure you’re ready for this?”
“Oh, hell, yes!”
Mark threw back his head and laughed delightedly. “My kind of woman!”
A ghostly feminine chuckle followed them down the corridor.
THE END
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