“Harder, Clay. Fuck me harder,” she panted through her orgasm, using language that wasn’t at all normal for her. Something in the back of her mind hoped that her use of such foul language would result in Clay’s version of punishment for the offense. Her mouth watered at the thought. When she could once again breathe freely, Bobbie decided to push her luck just a bit.
“Holy shit!” she exclaimed. “That was beyond fucking great.”
Clay hooted in laughter from behind her just before the sound of flesh smacking flesh filled the room. Blazing heat soon streaked across her backside and just like that, Bobbie was hot again.
“I’m thinking you need a reminder of what happens when you can’t curb your tongue, darlin’.”
Clay sat beside her on the bed, gloriously nude and ready. Bobbie batted her eyes in what she hoped resembled an innocent gesture. “You think so, cowboy?” she taunted.
“I know so,” he said, lying down until he was flat on his back, his head elevated on a single pillow, hands clasped behind him. He watched her with pure sensual heat flashing from his eyes as she crawled down his body.
When she reached the apex of his thighs, where his jutting arousal stood proud, Bobbie looked up with a wicked smile.
“Then ... remind me,” she said.
And he did.
Epilogue
The wedding went off without a hitch. Bobbie looked magical as she walked up the grass aisle to her groom. The weather was perfect for an outdoor wedding. The sky was blue with white fluffy clouds dotting it, the scent of roses wafting on the breeze.
Chance listened intently as his brother and Bobbie exchanged their vows, but his eyes were trained elsewhere. The woman he watched belonged to him, she just didn’t know it yet.
Lacey Winslow was a tiny woman with a heart of gold. She was also a married woman. Soon to be divorced, Chance reminded himself. She’d been married to the biggest ass in California. There had been many times when Chance had wanted to kill the man with his bare hands, but it wouldn’t have won Lacey. So as long as she wasn’t being hurt, Chance stayed on the sidelines.
Now that Mr. Lacey was out of the picture though, the little blond pixie was his. He’d told her as much at her home office just a few days ago. That hadn’t gone over quite the way he’d planned, but Chance Bodine wasn’t one to give up.
The thought of Lacey with her tiny, delicate hands massaging anyone beside him was enough to drive him crazy. The fact that she’d been setting up an appointment with one of the local muscle-bound firefighters when he’d gone to visit had almost pushed him too far.
He’d waited long enough for her and now it was time to collect. Watching the woman dance with some of the wedding guests was enough to tighten his hands into fists. She had a smile for everyone but him, and that smile was lethal. Her dimples should be outlawed, as well as the rest of her compact little body.
Chance groaned as his cock hardened. He stayed that way when Lacey was around. He was so hard he could drive a fence post with no tools other than his shaft. What he really wanted to drive was the full length of his cock into her over and over again. The urge to drag her behind the barn and ride her tiny, perfect body was overwhelming. It was a desire that continued to consume him. One there was no need to consider further. The wicked thought crossed his mind as he walked around the dance floor in his loose-legged, rolling-hipped cowboy way. His tan Stetson rode low on his head, shielding the lust in his eyes from the crowd at large. He’d save the promise in his heated gaze for Lacey Winslow alone.
The End
About the Author:
Maggie Casper’s life could be called many things, but boring isn’t one of them. If asked, Maggie would tell you that blessed would more aptly describe her everyday existence.
Marrying young and being loved by a great husband and four gorgeous daughters should be enough to make anybody feel blessed. Add to that a bit of challenge, a lot of fun and an undeniably close circle of friends and family, and you’d be walking in her shoes.
Speaking of challenges and fun, when not writing, Maggie’s alter ego spends her time fighting fires and treating patients as a Lieutenant and Advanced Emergency Medical Technician with the local fire department. These awesome people are like her second family, no picking and choosing, they’re just stuck with her.
A love of reading was passed on by Maggie’s mother at a very early age and so began her addiction to romance novels. Maggie admits to writing some in high school but when life got in the way, she put her pen and paper up. Seems that things changed over the years because when she finally decided it was time to put her story ideas on paper the pen was out and the computer was in. Took her a while to catch up but she finally made it.
When not writing, Maggie can usually be found reading, doing genealogy research or watching NASCAR. If you’d like, drop by www.maggiecasper.com to see what Maggie’s working on next.
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