Waiting on Summer
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“I’m gonna blow!” Kent gasped.
“Me, too, bud, right into this hot little ass of yours,” Travis promised.
The heat of his words caused Kent to erupt, shooting his load up over his stomach. “Yes, yes!” he shouted as stars flashed in front of his eyes.
“Yessss!” Travis grunted as he shot his hot seed into his panting lover.
Travis slumped onto the bed next to the deputy, both smiling and gasping for air as they shivered with aftershocks.
A woman’s screams pulled the men from their reverie, and they both leapt to their feet, yanked on their Levis, and ran down the hall, still panting hard.
The young blonde was sitting up in bed, clutching the cover and staring into the space in front of her.
“It’s OK, baby, no one’s gonna hurt you. You’re safe.” Kent’s voice was soft and low as he put an arm around her shoulder. At the sound of his voice, she suddenly stopped staring and flitted her eyes nervously, first at him, then the room, then Travis. The cowboy stood in the doorway, watching patiently. He evidently loved the look of the beautiful woman in his lover’s arms.
Kent was cooing and shushing her while stroking her back with his big hand. She seemed to relax a little.
“That’s it, baby,” he soothed. “It’s all right. My name’s Kent and this here’s Travis. We’ve brought you to the Freemont Ranch. You fell down the ravine in the storm. Do you remember?”
She nodded, her wet, muddy hair shaking around her soft, round face. “The horse got spooked by something and he bolted. I remember my hand slipping from the reins. I couldn’t hold on.” She was starting to panic. Kent nodded for Travis to wrap her shoulders in the blanket.
“It’s all right now, darlin’,” Travis told her softly. “I’ve stabled Blackie for the night and told Fred where you are. Is there anyone else we need to tell?”
She shook her head sadly.
“You’re not from around here, are you, baby?” Kent rubbed her hair with a towel. It resulted in a rather muddy towel, but at least he managed to get some of the cold water from her hair.
She shook her head again. “My name’s Brooke… Adams. I’m just taking a short vacation.”
“What on earth brought you to Moone County, darlin’? There’s nothing here and it’s not exactly high season.” Travis was just being curious, but Kent could see that she looked a little hurt.
“It’s very beautiful. And quiet.” Her voice was soft and a little sad.
“The Moone Falls are lovely, and it certainly is peaceful. Did you just want a relaxing break?” Kent tried to cajole her a little.
She nodded, and then sniffed.
“We’d best get you out of those wet things before you catch your death of cold.” Travis must be too concerned about her shivering to worry about answers to their questions. Enough of the good cop, bad cop for now. Kent watched as he strolled through the archway that led to the en-suite bathroom and switched on the shower. It heated almost immediately, and hot steam started to fill the room. He heard his partner go to a wall cabinet and pull out some bottles, which he must have then placed on the glass shelf inside the shower.
“You can take a bath if you prefer, Brooke. Kent offered as Travis returned to the bedroom, his bare chest dripping wet. He smirked as Travis rolled his eyes.
Brooke must have caught their expressions and giggled. It was a lovely sound; like the jingle of little bells, almost musical. Both men smiled at her. She slid out of bed, wrapping the blanket around her. “A shower would be lovely, thank you,” she assured them.
“I’ll wait in here in case you need anything. I don’t want you collapsing on us with that head wound,” Travis insisted.
“I’ll be fine, honestly.” She looked a little shocked at his suggestion.
“Travis is right, baby. You could keel over at any time. Pity we can’t get Doc Hardy up here to take a look at you, but he’d never get up the mountain in this weather, especially as it’s dark out there.”
Brooke pouted. “OK. But you will stay in here, won’t you?”
“You have my word as a gentleman,” Kent promised with a smile.
“There’s towels on the rack all ready for you,” Travis informed her as she stepped shyly through the archway.
“I’ll grab her something to wear.” Kent turned as he reached the door. “Don’t you forget what I said about being a gentleman, now will you?”
“I won’t forget you said you’d be one.” Travis wore a salacious grin.
“I was talking for the both of us. Don’t you dare take one foot in there; you’ll likely frighten her to death!” Kent gave Travis his I’m warning you look.
“Don’t worry. I won’t go into the bathroom. Looks like it wouldn’t take much, anyhow, poor thing.” Travis held his hands up in submission. His dark brown eyes twinkled in mirth.
Satisfied, Kent left the room.
* * *
Travis opened the bedroom window to let some of the steam escape. In doing so, he realized he had managed to angle himself so he could just see Brooke’s reflection in the mirror of the closet door, which he had accidentally left open. Screwing his eyes shut to protect her modesty, he felt a burn in his stomach. He longed to open his eyes just for a second. He bit his lip as the yearning overpowered him. Eventually he allowed himself a tiny peek with just one eye. It wasn’t enough. Both eyes suddenly opened wide and he grinned.
The glass of the shower cubicle was completely transparent, and he could see her face smiling up as the water streamed down on her. The steam was starting to dissipate, and he could just see her large, full bosom. She turned slightly so her back was toward him. His immediate disappointment was replaced with horror. Large welts covered her whole back and her beautiful, round ass. They continued down to the tops of her legs. He gauged that a single tail had been used in the hands of some maniac who didn’t have a clue how to handle it. Scars crisscrossed haphazardly over her soft, pale skin, with some newer, almost-open cuts over her skin. He averted his eyes quickly and moved back toward the bed as he heard the water being turned off.
“I thought she could sleep in one of your old shirts tonight, and there’s some of my old clothes for tomorrow. Think that’ll be OK?” Kent burst through the bedroom door and placed a pile of clothes on the ottoman.
Travis nodded. Kent must have caught his expression before he could hide it. A slight shake of Travis’s head told him the explanation would have to wait, as Brooke entered the room, smiling. One large towel was wrapped around her body, with a smaller one covering her shoulders.
And the scars.
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Ménage on Moone Mountain
The Men of Moone Mountain Book One
Bella Settarra
Her legs can run, but her heart can’t hide.
While on the run from a violent ex-boyfriend, Brooke finds herself being looked after by Travis and Kent, two gorgeous bi-sexual cowboys. While every instinct she has tells her to keep running, the pull that these men have on her is so strong that she hesitates...and gives in. For now.
Travis Beaumont and Kent Freeman enjoy a loving relationship on Moone Mountain. But when Travis rescues the beautiful young Brooke Adams, both men end up falling for her. They’ve almost given up on their dream of adding a submissive girl to their “family” to make a ménage relationship. However, she refuses to tell them much about herself, although her nightmares and scars are a sure indication that the girl’s in big trouble.
When Brooke’s ex catches up with her, he’s intent on wreaking revenge. Can the love of her two cowboys give her the strength necessary to overcome his torment? And can the skill and courage of the two men lead them to save her before it is too late?
Reader Discretion: Contains BDSM elements and male/male love
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