Hell Yeah!: Her Hell Yeah Cowboy (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Harland County Series Book 8)

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by Donna Michaels


  That was new.

  Chapter Seven

  Logan’s pulse entered orbit over a half hour ago at the sight of a nude Chloe sprawled out on the table, the desire in her gaze making him so hard he nearly burst several times. But he’d held on, wanting to taste and touch and pleasure her with a fierce need he’d never experienced. Now, his pulse thundered way past orbit as he watched the sexy, sensuous woman swim naked in his pool under a sky full of stars. A sight he’d never forget. All he could think was mine.

  “Everything okay?” she asked, swimming close.

  “Yeah, it was my idiot brother.” He reached out to brush water from her temple, then traced a line down her cheek to her trembling lips.

  The water intensified the current in the air around them. He paused for a beat before lowering his face to hers. His body wanted her, needed to be in her now, but he had plans. Had to hang on a little longer.

  Logan cupped her face and brought his mouth slowly down on hers, tracing her lower lip with his tongue. Another of her throaty moans echoed in the night. She slid her arms up his chest and over his shoulders while curling those mile-long legs around his hips and—ah, hell yeah—pressed her hot, wet curves against him.

  He nuzzled her neck, licking and nipping, enjoying the hell out of the way she sucked in a breath and pressed her pebbled nipples into his chest. Logan couldn’t help but feel this was his reward for going through hell all those years ago.

  Lifting his head, he met her gaze, pleased to see her face full of the same dazed, consumed, hungry emotions coursing through him. He definitely wasn’t alone in the craziness. Cradling her head, he ran his lips down her jaw until he found his way to her mouth.

  He kissed her, slow and hungry, and tried to hold that pace a little longer, but she moaned and pressed closer. Damn. He needed to kick it in gear. Cupping her sweet ass with one hand, he swam them to the closest edge, dipping his tongue inside her mouth, needing to taste her heat. At the side of the pool, he pressed her against the wall and released her mouth, sucking in air while he stared at her glorious breasts, water lapping around them, teasing him without mercy.

  “Logan…please…” Her voice was thick with the same need ripping through him.

  He cupped her breasts and brought his mouth down to a tempting nipple while brushing the other with his thumb. They puckered and his groin fisted with the need, then nearly doubled him over when she clutched his shoulders and arched in the moonlight.

  God, she was beautiful.

  He kissed her throat and her shoulders as he trailed a finger down her quivering belly to caress the soft skin of her upper thighs, then dipped inside her as he captured her mouth and kissed her deeply, his tongue mirroring his hand’s motion.

  “Logan…” she breathed, pressing against him tight.

  Damn, she was so responsive.

  He loved the feel of her soft, wet, curves crushed against him everywhere. Her hand slid down his torso, his abs, and gently brushed his tip with her thumb. His dick pulsed, laying heavy and throbbing between them. He fisted a hand in her hair and kissed her harder, deeper, loving how her mouth seared to his.

  “Out. Now.” Only managing two words, he hoisted her out first, then he vaulted onto the patio next to her and stood. “Come on.”

  Pulling her wet body close, he was lost in the incredible feel of her skin, deliciously soft and slick against his, while her warm breath hit his throat. And as he slid his hands down to cup her sweet ass and grind against her, his mind seized on an important fact.

  This was real.

  He kissed her again, rough and fast, nearing the end of his rope. She let out one of her sexy-as-hell moans and clutched at him.

  “Now, Logan,” she whispered. “I need you inside me, now.”

  Done.

  “Put your legs around me.” He lifted her up, and when she complied, he carried her back to the table and set her down.

  “Please tell me you have a condom,” she rasped, unhooking her legs from around his back.

  He nodded, bending down to fish the pack from his discarded shorts. Then he proceeded to roll it on, his heart kicking the shit out of his ribs at the sight of her sitting there waiting for him, a nipple peeking out from the long, slick hair plastered against her body. He leaned close to take the pebbled peak into his mouth, loving how it made her moan.

  He shifted to her other breast, paying equal attention to her nipple, barely hanging on, while her soft mewling nearly fueled his lust to the breaking point. Her hands didn’t help. They were running over him, touching everywhere. She was amazing. She felt amazing. But it was time to end the sweet torture.

  Sliding his hands down her trembling curves, he gripped her hips and tugged her closer to the table’s edge where she rocked against him.

  “Logan.”

  “I know.” He was vibrating with need, seeing stars, and his heart raced as if he’d run ten miles in full gear uphill. In mid-August.

  It was mid-August.

  She grasped ahold of him, and gaze locked with his, she guided him home.

  Ah, hell…yeah.

  Nothing had ever felt so good. So damn right. Then she arched her hips and, son-of-a-bitch, he saw more than stars. He saw rockets

  “Chloe, you feel so damn good.” He nipped her jaw and began to move, closing his eyes to savor the feel of her exquisiteness.

  Her breath warmed his skin. Wet breasts brushed his chest with each thrust. Fingers dug into his biceps while her thighs clutched his hips. He opened his eyes and her exquisiteness increased. A lush, wet, goddess. She held nothing back, rocking against him with a wild abandonment that fueled his jets. Her fingers shifted to his hair, and body moved with his in a way that spurred a tightening within him as he barreled toward release.

  “You’re magic, Logan.” She shifted her hips and drew him in deeper.

  Not only into her body, but he hoped, her heart and soul, too. She already resided in his.

  The time for holding back had passed. And apparently she agreed, because she cupped his face and held his gaze, letting him see everything as she burst for him again.

  So damn perfect.

  Her eyes were the color of melted chocolate, and his name tore from her lips as her muscles clenched around him so tight it propelled him to the end of the ninth inning with bases loaded. He was rounding third and heading for home. Grasping her hips, he ground down and came right along with her in a hard, deep thrust.

  After a few minutes, his vision returned, and breathing evened out. Until that moment, he hadn’t been one hundred percent sure about Cady’s claims.

  He was now.

  No way in hell could he have experienced what he’d just experienced with anyone other than his soulmate.

  “You still with me?” he asked, gripping the sides of the table to ease some of his weight off the incredible woman who’d liquefied his bones.

  A smile curved her lips still wet and swollen from his kisses. “Depends. Where are we? Oz?”

  He chuckled and set his forehead to hers, holding her warm, languid gaze, and breathing in the same air. “Perfection.”

  He never had a more perfect moment. And it was all thanks to the woman smiling beneath him.

  “Wasn’t that the town in those Tremors movies?”

  He kissed her nose. “It fits. There were some serious tremors going on here.”

  “True.” Her hands trailed up and down his spine, then smacked his ass. “Thanks for that, by the way.”

  His mind was still short several hundred brain cells, but he could’ve sworn she was thanking him for sex. He lifted up again to see her better. “Chloe, you don’t need to thank me.”

  “Yes, I do. You just gave me the most incredible orgasms of my life. Two within ten minutes. That’s pretty spectacular, Logan. Trust me.”

  His several hundred brain cell-less mind snagged on the words incredible, orgasms, and spectacular. It thrilled him to know he could bring the incredibly hot woman such pleasure. She made him f
eel important. Good about himself. Like dragon-slaying good. Or pitching a no-hitter good, which he’d done in his college baseball career. Didn’t compare to Chloe.

  Making love with her was a hell of a lot better.

  He brushed his thumb lightly across her cheek. “You’re pretty spectacular, too.”

  She smiled a thousand-watt smile, and warmth spread through his chest.

  “What do you say we head inside?” He rolled off the table and stood.

  “Inside is good. I like you inside.”

  He snickered. “I’ll tell you what else is good about inside…”

  “What?”

  “It’s where the condoms are.”

  She sat up. “Check please.”

  Logan loved how she made him grin. Which was often. It felt good. Damn good. The heaviness he’d walked around with seemed to dissipate whenever she was near. Now, if he could just make the three condoms he had in his room last the whole night.

  ***

  Unable to stop the grin from claiming his lips, AJ hung up the phone and walked into family room where his brother was watching an old John Wayne western on TV, while the women were upstairs putting little Faith to bed. “Looks like our work might be done.”

  Alex hit the mute button on the remote and stood. “Really? Why do you say that?”

  “Because I just called and Logan put me on speaker and told me he and Chloe were about to go in the pool.”

  His brother glanced at the time and nodded. “Yes, that is good. Spending personal time.”

  “I know.” He headed for the wet bar in the corner to pour them some scotch. “Especially since Linc is here for the next few nights on business.” He pointed to his brother. “Good call on that by the way.”

  Alex shrugged. “What can I say? After helping four stubborn cowboys open their eyes and their fool hearts, I might be getting the hang of this matching thing.”

  He chuckled and handed his brother a drink. “Ever think about starting a side business? McCall’s Matchmaking Service?”

  His brother grimaced. “Hell, no. It’s hard work, and I hate to say it, but it never goes without a hitch. It’s never this easy, AJ, so don’t count on wedding bells just yet.”

  “I don’t know. He sounded very happy. It was good to hear. Like the old Logan, back in his college days.” He had begun to think that happy, open, content guy was gone.

  “I’m glad,” Alex said. “Hope it does work out this smoothly for him. God knows he deserves it.”

  He nodded and sipped his scotch. “So do my other boys. Any ideas on them? Well, Linc. Mac isn’t in a position for settling down just yet.”

  “Is there anyone you have in mind for Linc? My boys were kind of easy in that respect. We always knew from their interactions with the Masters sisters when they were younger who they were destined to be with. Made things easier. Although, the rest were very tough. Nothing smooth about their courtships.”

  “Well, it all worked out in the end.” He slapped his brother on the back and sat down. “And you have that little sweetheart of a granddaughter as proof.”

  “True.” Alex smiled, retaking his seat.

  “Is Cole thinking about starting a family too?” His nephew was CEO of a billion dollar software company in Houston who used to be a workaholic after his first wife’s death. Then his childhood sweetheart came for a visit and, according to AJ’s brother, Jordan wouldn’t take Cole’s crap. An LA cop, who also lost a spouse, she wouldn’t let Cole hide behind a bad attitude. While others had walked on eggshells around on his nephew, Jordan poked the bear.

  “I know he and Jordan would like one, but I’m not sure with her being sheriff right now.”

  He nodded. “Well, I’m hoping we can get the ball rolling with my boys. At the moment, we’ve got good momentum going with Logan.”

  He just hoped the relationship train stayed on course and didn’t jump the tracks.

  Chapter Eight

  Two weeks of pure bliss had Chloe walking around with a perpetual grin on her face. Linc teased her about it often, while Logan continued to give her reasons to smile. Orgasmic reasons. They were her favorite, and apparently his favorite pastime. This morning, before he left for work, he worked her over.

  Freshly showered, she slipped into matching panties and bra, the blue-gray color reminding her of Logan’s eyes when he was buried deep inside her causing one of those orgasms. She glanced at her bed, looking all comfy with rumpled sheets and tossed covers. Exactly how she felt. But she needed to get her butt moving. Logan was due back with the ATVs for her to finally try out. He put last week’s outing on hold when he’d gotten wind of new models about to hit the market.

  She slipped into a pair of jeans and gray tank top, and had just finished making the bed when her phone rang, the Luke Bryan ringtone muffled from inside her purse. Her sister. Stefanie was a huge Luke fan. Chloe grabbed the designer knock-off satchel from the floor and set it on the bed to fish out her cell, pulling out the laminated newspaper clipping of Logan with it.

  “Hi, Stef,” she said, answering on the fourth ring, her euphoria dissipating as she stared at the article.

  “Hey, Chloe. What’s wrong? You sound sad for someone getting busy with a sexy Texan. Are things not going well?”

  A smile tugged at her lips but didn’t stick. “Yeah, they’re great. I just, I don’t know, feel guilty for not telling him about the flood rescue.”

  “He doesn’t sound like he’d hold you responsible for the injury. He was doing his duty as a National Guardsman, rescuing people from the flood.”

  “But it wasn’t just an injury, Stef. It ruined his life. The branch cut into his muscle. Stopped him from throwing accurately. I took his career and then his fiancée.” It was all there in the article she clutched in her hand.

  “Hold on there, Chloe.” Her sister’s tone grew terse. “You had absolutely nothing to do with the bitch leaving him because he wasn’t heading to the majors. That was on her, not you. And if you ask me, he got lucky, escaping the self-important princess.”

  Chloe agreed on that last part. “Yeah, but the reason he wasn’t heading to the majors was because of me.”

  A frustrated breath rattled through the phone. “As I recall, you weren’t the only one he rescued from the treehouse that day. I was there, too. We were both there trying to get Reggie, remember?”

  How could she forget? Their six month old kitten, Regiment, the last gift they received from their father, had disappeared into the treehouse just before they were getting in the car.

  “And he wouldn’t have been up the damn tree in the first place if our stepmother hadn’t let him out of the carrier when we were evacuating.”

  She remembered that, too. Could still feel the horror tightening her chest, sucking the breath from her lungs, as she’d watched the mean woman open the carrier and shake out the scared kitten. There was no way in hell Chloe was leaving without that cat, so she climbed up into the treehouse after him. Stefanie followed. Then Canyon Lake overflowed and water breached the banks.

  The rest was history.

  Logan’s, and hers.

  “Like I said, I don’t think he’d hold a grudge against a fourteen year-old and her thirteen year-old sister trying to rescue the cat given to them by their father who’d just died in Afghanistan. Would he?”

  Well, when she put it like that…

  “No. He’d never do that.”

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  She sighed. “The problem is that I haven’t told him it was me he’d rescued. And the subject sort of came up once or twice. At least some lead-ins I could’ve used to say, ‘Oh, hey, by the way, that was me. Thanks for saving me, my sister, and our cat.’”

  “So, tell him today.”

  It wasn’t that simple.

  Was it?

  Maybe. She sighed and shoved the clipping back in her purse. “Yeah.”

  “The longer you wait the harder it gets.”

  “Tell me about it.
” She should’ve said something that first day, instead of tripping the alarm on his truck. With a shake of her head, she put away the memories, and focused on her sister’s call. “So, enough about the past. What’s new with you?”

  “Not much. Just counting the days,” her sister replied. “After today, I’m down to single digits!”

  Smiling, Chloe sat on the bed…and her purse promptly fell over, spilling its contents onto the floor. “Shoot.”

  “You’re not happy I’m done with work next Friday?”

  “No, I’m thrilled you only have ten days left until you’re free to join me in Texas. I’m not happy about the crap that just fell out of my purse and is now all over the floor.”

  Her sister’s chuckle filled the room as Chloe put her on speaker and began to shove her belongs back in her purse.

  “Your warning labels still apply in Texas I see.”

  Now she laughed. “Yeah, apparently you can’t escape warning labels. Especially the disaster imminent one.”

  “I don’t think Logan sees you that way.”

  At the mention of Logan’s name, Chloe went all soft inside. She grabbed the last couple of things off the floor—two pens, a comb, and a pack of gum—and shoved them in her purse before setting it on the dresser. “No, he doesn’t, but Lord knows he should. I’ve already ruined three of his shirts, a pair of jeans, and last night, I killed his balls.”

  “You killed his what?” Her sister’s shrill tone echoed off the walls.

  “His balls. His volleyballs. Get your mind out of the gutter, girl.” She sat back down on the bed and laughed. Although, sometimes, Logan told her she was killing him when they were in the throes, heading for the promised land.

  “Okay, so how in the world did you manage to kill volleyballs?”

  “With lawn darts. Or jarts. Whatever they’re called.” She shrugged. “Poor guy set the game up in their volleyball pit out back, thinking it was a safe place since it’s all sand and fairly isolated.”

 

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