Brought to His Knees-Tough Guys Laid Low By Love

by A. M. Griffin, Amy Ruttan, Anya Richards, Cynthia D'Alba, Danica Avet, Felice Fox, Jennifer Kacey, Lynne Silver, Sabrina York, Sayde Grace, Tina Donahue

  “Bowie?” Her scream echoed through the room as she stumbled inside.

  His back was toward her, as he stood over a small table staring downward.

  Her heart drummed inside her chest. Any minute now it was going to burst out of her chest. What had he found? Why was he just standing there looking at the table?

  Her feet barely moved across the hardwood floor of the cabin. Silence deafened. Fear stirred within the pit of her stomach.

  “What it is?” Her voice quaked. She wished she could turn and walk out of the room, but her feet kept moving forward.

  “I told you to stay in the truck.” Bowie’s voice was low, anger edged his tone.

  Something was wrong. He didn’t sound upset, instead he sounded pissed. His square shoulders were drawn tight, his back stiff in what she knew was rage.

  What had happened in the few minutes since he’d left her?

  “Bowie, please.” She hated how her voice shook. Hated how fear ran her blood cold.

  “Shit, come here.” He raised a hand out to her.

  Instinctively she took it and warmth flooded her. He would protect her even if she didn’t think she needed it or wanted it. Love. Pure and honest, just like when they were kids rushed to her heart.

  She strode to him, sinking down on the floor beside the table.

  Confusion clouded her brain. She didn’t understand what she was looking at. Why was he standing by the table staring at a basket?

  “Bowie, I don’t understand.”

  He sighed and grabbed her hand and the basket. Dragging them both across the room to the small kitchen island he set the basket down and turned her back to it. He pressed her back against the island and closed the space between them.

  “Your brother is an idiot.” His lips crashed down on hers.

  For a long second she relished the feel of his body pressed against hers. She loved the hard feel of his shadow of a beard scratching against her face and his lips on hers.

  She splayed her hands across his chest, craving to sink deeper into the kiss. Yet she pushed hard against him, giving herself an inch of breathing room. She had to find out what was in the basket.

  “Stop. What’s going on?” She licked her lips, loving the taste of him on her.

  “Look inside. Your brother left a pile of damn notes in there. I read mine. You read yours while I call Hart and let him know what’s going on.”

  Notes? That little bastard left notes for them? “Like goodbye notes?” Tears sprang to her eyes.

  A small laugh rumbled from his chest. “No, like I’m an idiot and have shit to work out notes.”

  “Oh…” She turned her back to Bowie and rummaged through the letters to get hers.

  The white envelopes left in the small basket had chicken scratch writing on the front of them. What was left were three envelopes. She grabbed the one with M written on the front and ripped the envelope open. Wes’s messy handwriting filled the page and, as she began to read, her anger and fear begun to slip away. His words warmed her heart as she read:

  Mavis,

  These past years without you around have been hard. Losing mom then having dad be the way he was tore me up. I tried so many times to stand up to him, to keep him from taking out his anger on you, but failed. I did. I know you love me, you’re my sister, but I also know I failed you every time you needed me. I don’t really blame you for not wanting to be around. I guess I would feel the same way, but I need you.

  I’m sorry I took off. I’m even sorrier that I have caused you any pain. I just have so much running through my brain right now. Over the past year I caught myself thinking the most insane thoughts and hearing you mention marrying some idiot and staying gone forever just triggered something deep inside me. I had to get you to see I needed you here, we all need you home.

  Please don’t be angry with Hart or Laney, they didn’t truly know what I was going through. Hart knows more than anyone, but it’s not fair of me to put him through the insanity that comes with me. I love him. And I do mean I love him more than a friend, more than any man should love another one. He doesn’t know, but Laney does. She can’t understand how I can be in love with her and him. I don’t understand it either, but I do and I wanted you to know. Please don’t judge me. Hell, I’ve had enough people judging me which is why I’ve left.

  Don’t worry, I know you’re probably thinking I might do something like mom did but I won’t. In fact, I’m headed to a place that helps with emotional issues. I need some time alone, and I need you to be at the ranch. Things are different there now. You don’t have to move in, just please help Hart with the day to day stuff. I’ll be back in a few weeks or as soon as I get my life straightened out.

  Hopefully you and the sheriff got to spend some much needed time alone together. I hope you like the cabin, it’s the one mom brought us to. I leased it from the owner a few years ago in hopes that one day we could bring our own kids out here and remember her.

  I’ll be okay. I will call you when I get settled into the facility. In the meantime, please tell Hart and Laney I’m okay and get their letters to them. I knew you and Chief would be the two to find these. I’m sure I have an ass beating coming when I see him again, but I think seeing you two back together will be worth it.

  Love,

  Your Twin

  Damn him. What gave her brother the right to run off and leave her behind to mop up the mess? He was a selfish asshole.

  “He’s such an ass. I can’t believe he put us through all this shit instead of just calling me and telling me what he was going through.” She spun, slamming her letter down on the island.

  Bowie smiled over at her, his body leaning back against the light oak cabinets. His arms uncrossed as he pushed off the cabinets and strode toward her. “Would you have agreed to come home?”

  She shook her head. No, she wouldn’t have. She’d have hired someone to go and help Hart. “Not the point.”

  “Sure it is.” His arms fell to her hips. “He knew you wouldn’t have come. And if your letter revealed the information that mine did, he wouldn’t have been able to come out and say those things face to face.”

  She met his eyes. Had he told Bowie he loved Hart? “What did yours say?”

  “It said…” His lips skimmed her neck. Fire shot through her body. “Don’t tell my sister what’s in this letter.” His fingers tightened on her hips. Her head rolled to one side, allowing him better access to her flesh.

  “Not funny.” Her words were rushed, as she fought to keep her mind.

  He smiled against her neck, lifting her up to plant her butt on the island counter top. “No?” His hands snaked under her shirt, his fingernails scraping lightly against her skin. “Either way, my letter is mine. All I know is he’s still got a beating coming, but I will have to thank him too.”

  She ran a hand through his hair, pushing the ball cap out of the way. Her brother was going to be okay. Relief swept through her. She could handle him doing something as stupid as setting her up, but what she couldn’t handle him hurting himself. He’d made the right decision to go somewhere and take care of his emotional issues.

  “He’s okay.” Tears threatened to pour out.

  “Yes he is, and so are we.” Bowie grasped her shirt and flung it over her head, causing a small laugh to bubble up. Bowie wasn’t playing around.

  “I’ve got to call Laney.” She whispered as he eased her back to lie on the countertop.

  “Go ahead, I’ll be quiet.” He winked, splaying his hands across her stomach, sliding down to the button on her pants. “Real quiet.” He smiled, snatching at her pants.

  She laughed, heat pooled between her thighs. She raised her hips, shimming out of the denim and underwear to be fully exposed to him. “I may not be.”

  “Good.” He loved her playfulness and the cream coming from her sweet pussy. He dipped his head down, blowing over her sensitive flesh. He inhaled deep, taking in her scent seconds before his mouth crashed down on her. He licked fro
m clit to anus, swirling his tongue around that puckered hole. She hissed out a breath, raising her hips high off the countertop. Her sweet juice flowed from her cunt, and he lapped at it.

  Her hands grasped at his hair, pulling him in deeper.

  “Jesus, you taste good.” He glanced up her body. Her eyes pinned him. “Nothing’s sexier than a woman who enjoys getting eaten.” To prove his point, he released her knees to spread her wet pussy lips open. Her clit trembled as he traced his tongue over the hood. Her hips rocked off the counter, burying his face in pussy.

  “It’s not nice to tease.” She flopped back, gliding a hand down to flick her fingers over her clit.

  He licked her fingers, sucking the juices from the tips. Christ, he was going to come in his damn pants. He left her fingers there to circle her slit with his tongue. He dipped inside, lapping at the soft tissue. Her fingers vibrated the inner walls with her quickening movements. She moaned, writhing and arching her back.

  He smiled against her wet skin. She was close to exploding in his mouth. He craved her taste even more now. Her fingers fisted in his hair. She held him to her as the orgasm took over, and that was fucking perfect to him.

  Bowie opened wide and closed his lips over her pussy, dipping his tongue in and out. With one finger, he circled her puckered hole. She arched, pressing her ass downward to accept the digit. Jesus, he couldn’t get over how passionate she was. He slipped the finger in easily. Her entire body shook. Moans and cries rang in the room alongside his own groans.

  He craved to sink deep inside her, bury himself in every place he could.

  “Bowie…” She eased up on her elbows, staring down her body at him.

  The lust and need he saw shining in her eyes snapped the last bit of control he held onto. He had to have her again, right then. Jerking his pants undone he freed his hard and aching cock from the confines of his pants. He reached for his wallet, one last condom and that was it. They’d have to go back to Tanem, because no way could he spend a night with her and not bury himself in her once or twice.

  “Last one,” He rolled the thin latex over the head of his cock with one hand while using his fingers of the other to ease in and out of her sweet pussy.

  She trembled with the last of waves of her orgasm. Her harsh breathing was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. With the condom on, he grasped her knees and pulled her butt to where she was barely sitting on the countertop. Before she could say anything he sank his cock balls–deep inside her.

  A moan tore from his lips. “Call Laney later, much later.”

  She nodded, holding tightly onto his shoulders as he pulled his cock out only to drive it back deep.

  “Maybe…” Her breathing hissed in and out as her eyes met his. “Tomorrow.”

  He smiled. His lips found hers. He nipped her bottom lip and she opened for him. Her tongue swirled around his, matching his passion with her own. He drew back, leaving their lips barely touching. “Tonight, we go home.”

  She returned his smile, pulling his head down to hers. “Already there.”

  With those simple words his broken and mangled heart healed. The darkness within his soul washed away and all he could see was her. His future. Their future.

  The End

  About Sayde Grace:

  A native of South Alabama Sayde Grace was raised among the cotton fields and dirt roads of the south. A lifelong story teller, Sayde began writing full time five years ago. Her books range from romantic suspense to erotica. Growing up in the equine and cattle industry have given her a behind the scenes knowledge of the industry.

  For more on Sayde’s books like her Cowgirl Tough Series or her Bitch With Bite Series just click on the link and don’t forget to check out her website for more information.

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  Dedication

  For Allie for being such a great friend. And to strong men who know how to be tender.

  Blurb:

  She has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.

  For over a year, Mercy’s had her eye on Travis and Dutch, two of the hottest guys on the Oregon coast. Dark and dangerously virile, Travis owns a saloon that caters to bikers. Dutch looks like one, right down to his impressive tats, and operates a motorcycle repair shop on the premises.

  When a position opens in the saloon’s kitchen, Mercy sees a way to be near these sinfully sexy men, wanting the job and lodging, her cabin snuggled between theirs.

  Travis isn’t so sure about having Mercy nearby. She’s deliciously curvy, but too nice. He’s into temporary fun. To Dutch, forever is a dirty word.

  Imagine their surprise when sweet little Mercy encourages wild nights of carnal pleasure with a dash of bondage and spanking…followed by friendship and tenderness.

  Before she’s through, these tough guys won’t know what hit them.

  Chapter One

  The door to Fast Fill swung open. In strode two of the hottest guys on the Oregon coast. Travis Conroy and Dutch Sinclair.

  Waves of warmth rolled through Mercy Robinson, the heat unsettling, bringing a shock of desire that made her pussy ache with need. Oh god, they were something. Both of them in their early thirties, tall, easily six–three, their cheeks bristly from several days’ growth of beard.

  Dutch’s was light brown, matching his hair, which he wore shaved close to his skull. A solidly built man, his snug navy tee and jeans hugged the hard slabs of muscle on his impressive frame. Golden, sun–kissed skin complemented his hazel eyes. He had the look of a biker about him. Tough and dangerous. The kind of guy who’d give a woman a wild ride no matter where he decided to take her.

  In his bed, bath, pickup, or in a grassy field beneath the stars.

  Mercy wilted against the convenience store’s front counter, needing it for support.

  She inched her attention to Travis. Her legs went watery. A fallen angel couldn’t have competed with his sensual features, the stuff of female fantasies. Wavy black hair fell below his ears, with several strands dangling over his forehead, the ends close to his blue, lushly lashed eyes. Mercy tried to swallow but couldn’t. A bold tat, some kind of geometric design, peeked from beneath the sleeve of his black tee. The meaty equipment between his legs pressed against his fly.

  Dutch’s bulge was equally pronounced.

  Look away.

  She couldn’t. Not even when a vehicle’s horn blared outside, its driver pissed at the other traffic roaring down the main road. In here, Girl on Fire pumped from the sound system. Those seductive strains heightened Mercy’s decadent thoughts.

  She imagined moving away from the counter to greet them, debating which she should have first. Never an easy choice. She’d spent most of her evenings considering the matter. Choosing Travis this time, she pictured herself dropping to her knees and peeling off his jeans, unwrapping him like a longed–for Christmas gift. His thick, hard cock would spring out, an invitation for her to explore its beefy delights with her tongue.

  She’d do better than that, and would slip him fully into her mouth until her nose pressed against the dark tangle of hair on his groin. Gawd. It’d be fragrant with his musk, the scent of a male in his prime. Rich. Powerful.

  No different than Dutch. From behind, he’d ease her jeans and panties down, nestling his rigid shaft between her legs, rubbing the crown against her poor little clit. She’d whimper. He’d growl, then mount her in one unyielding thrust and drive as deep as a man could go. Taking what was his.

  Mercy’s head swam. She locked her knees and gripped the counter to keep steady. Thankfully, they didn’t notice her reckless desire. They prowled the aisles for snacks before paying for the gas.

  “Hey.” Jill, her coworker and BFF, leaned close. She whispered, “You okay?�
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  Not even close. Mercy was horny, lonely, and totally frustrated that Travis and Dutch never noticed her. For months they’d been coming to Fast Fill. The year before they’d breezed into town, taking over the old motel and its property on the coast road. The motel’s office was now Smooth Rider Saloon, a watering hole for bikers, which Travis ran. They’d converted the cabin closest to it into a motorcycle repair shop named Staying Power. Dutch did the repairs. Guys flocked to both spots for booze and a good time or necessary maintenance. Every woman within a fifty–mile radius felt Travis and Dutch’s raw male heat and behaved accordingly.

  Rumor had it that the two of them had remodeled one of the other cabins to use for group sex with the ladies.

  Mercy’s shoulders drooped. Not once had she received an invitation to those X–rated parties. With her, Dutch and Travis were always nice. Sweet, actually, which she really liked. Though not to the point where they behaved as though she was their younger sister. Hell, she was twenty–six and had fucking brutal needs the same as everyone else. Maybe more, given her lousy luck with drool–worthy guys.

  Jill spoke even softer than before. “You don’t have to go through with this today. Wait till next week.”

  “No. I’m doing it now.”

  Mercy had made her decision last night and wasn’t about to back down. Already she’d waited too long for something to happen between her, Travis and Dutch, discussing it endlessly with Jill. While Jill had offered a world of suggestions, which usually centered on wearing lots of makeup, she had no idea how to make two hunks fall for Mercy. Always a realist, Mercy accepted that she wasn’t beautiful, just sorta pretty. She wasn’t built like a Barbie doll either. She actually had hips and thighs.

  Not exactly the stuff of guys’ wet dreams.

  If anything was going to come of her gnawing desire, Mercy knew she’d have to initiate it. Advice she’d gotten from her mom.