by Em Petrova
“I’ll call you back.”
He stabbed the end call button, dropped the phone and lunged for his wife.
A shriek of delight left her, and she threw her arms around him just in time, because he scooped her off the chair and ran for the ocean.
When they hit the surf, she kissed him, and by the time they were waist-deep, he was grappling at her bikini to ease it down for access.
She tossed back her head on a laugh, and his heart gave a hard shift. He looked into her eyes.
She searched his gaze. “What is it?”
“How is it possible to love you more every minute of every day, baby girl?”
Cupping his jaw, she leaned closer. “I have no idea either, but it’s another wonder for us to explore.”
He kissed her hard, carrying them deeper into the waves so he could stroke and strum every spot on her body that would leave her screaming in pleasure. “After the honeymoon’s over, I won’t stop wanting you.” After their enormous wedding on the veranda with work colleagues and the entire Dalton clan, including a ton of cousins from Colorado he hadn’t known existed, he’d carried her over the threshold of their home and taken her straight to bed. Since that moment, they’d hardly come up for air long enough to catch a flight to Hawaii.
Looping her arms around his neck, she rubbed provocatively against him. “We know life won’t all be honeymoons.”
“No, but we know we can climb the mountains too. Even the jagged peaks are no match for the pair of us.” He sucked on her earlobe, and she tilted her head to allow him free rein.
Her breath hitched as he set her feet on the sandy bottom of the ocean, pushed aside her bikini and found her slippery and wanting.
She dug her short nails into his shoulders. “Knox!”
“I know, Kizzy. I know just what you need.”
He slid two fingers inside her tight sheath, and she bucked in response. So beautiful, all his.
He might be wealthy and successful in the business world as well as the ranching one, but he’d truly won the lottery the day Kezziah Dalton walked through his office door looking for a job.
She shoved his swim trunks down and stroked his length from root to throbbing tip. When she angled him just where she wanted him, their gazes locked.
“I love you, baby girl.”
She gave an enthusiastic nod. “Show me.”
He joined them in one slick glide, and after that, nothing mattered but the woman in his arms.
THE END
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READ ON FOR A SNEAK PEEK OF TOUGH AND TAMED IN THE BRAND NEW MOON RANCH SERIES…
The whoop of a siren brought Zayden's gaze to the rearview mirror, and he groaned. He hadn't been in the county for three minutes and he was already getting nailed by the cops.
Flashing lights had him easing his old Chevy to the side of the road, and he racked his brain for any laws he may have violated. Speeding? No.
He hadn’t had a drop of alcohol in months either, and his driving had been steady, with his sights set on the big mountain range in the distance.
Annoyed and not minding one bit if he was being an asshole, he didn’t bother to roll down his window for the approaching trooper. When the uniformed state policeman’s form filled the entire window, Zayden just looked back at him.
He rapped on the glass. “Roll it down.”
With a snort, he did, and a fresh gust of mountain air hit his face, bringing more than clear-headedness—it brought a hell of a lot of memories rushing in. The scents of pine mixed with snow made him think of his father. And damn if he’d give that son-of-a-bitch any more consideration than he deserved.
“License, registration and proof of insurance,” the trooper said.
Zayden leaned across the console and popped the glove compartment. He pulled out his information and passed it to the familiar-looking trooper before digging in his back pocket for his wallet and driver’s license.
“Don’t I remember you from Stokes High?” Zayden asked.
“That’s right, Moon.”
Zayden squinted an eye at him. “Thought you’d have a better job by now, Dickies.” The old nickname rolled off his tongue.
The high school jock who’d lived to give Zayden and his two younger brothers hell every chance he got leveled a glare at him, which he couldn’t give a rat’s ass about. For a moment, he just bore the trooper-on-a-power-trip’s scrutiny.
“You’ll never change, will ya, Moon?”
“And you’ll never stop being a dick. Why did you pull me over? Recognize the truck and remembered you hadn’t gotten your quota of intimidation in for the day?”
Dickies stared at his license and back to Zayden’s face as if he had a fake ID and was lying about his age. But both of them had more lines of age, his maybe more from the life he’d led the past decade since high school.
“You don’t have anything to say, do you? Because I didn’t violate any laws,” he pressed.
“Get outta the truck, Moon.”
Zayden made a little shooing motion for him to step away from the door so he could open it. When he got out and unfolded to his full height, a hefty six inches over Dickie’s penis-shaped head, he took a moment to use his size to intimidate instead of a badge.
“Well?” he asked.
“Step to the back. There’s something that requires your attention.” Dickies took off to the rear of the truck and pointed to the mud-and-road-salt-splattered tailgate.
“Are you gonna give me hell because the tailgate’s a different color than the rest of the truck? You got somethin’ against blue?” He’d gotten rear-ended back in Nevada some years back and replaced the tailgate but never got around to painting it to match the rest of the white truck.
“No, this is the problem.” He pointed. “I can’t see your license plate number. You realize it’s the driver’s obligation to keep the plate clean at all times, right?”
The Moon temper rose up in him, and he eyed the filthy plate. Yeah, the letters and numbers couldn’t be seen through the grime, and Dickies was being a jackass. Some things never changed. All Zayden wanted to do was get home and end this hell of being back in Stokes after so many these years.
Stepping up to the plate, he squared his hips, planted his feet… and unzipped his fly.
“What the hell are you doing?” Dickies ground out.
“Quiet or it’ll crawl back up.” He focused hard, and the spurt of piss left his body. He aimed the stream at the plate, splashing upward to wash away the filth.
Dickies sent him a glare that might make other men wither, but Moon wasn’t other men.
He stuffed his cock back into his boxers and zipped up with a little flick of his wrist. Turning to Dickies, he said, “There. Now you can read it.”
“Get back into your truck, Moon,” he grated between clenched jaws.
With a tug on the brim of his Stetson, he sauntered to the truck and climbed behind the wheel, while Dickies returned to his cruiser to look up the plate or maybe jerk his meat. Zayden wouldn’t put it past the dumb fucker to be turned on from seeing his dick.
He glanced back, and as soon as Dickies got out of his car, Zayden rolled up his window again.
This time when Dickies rapped on the glass, he put some force behind it.
“Can I help you, State Trooper Dickies?”
“Dickinson,” he bit off. “You’ve got a string of prior arrests, Moon.”
“That so?”
“Bar fights. You broke a man’s nose.”
“Who hasn’t?” he drawled.
“You were arrested for using excessive force against a coworker at a construction company in Nevada.”
“Yeah, that wasn’t the best idea. I shouldn’t have gotten caught for that one. Moral of the story is always hide your weapons after a fight.”
“There are other incidents on your record.”
“So? Am I breaking the law now?”
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br /> He handed him a piece of paper, and it flapped in the wind. For a moment, Zayden considered letting the air rip it from his fingers so Dickies would be forced to write up another, but in the end, he figured he’d fucked with the man enough for one day and took it.
Public urination. Fine of $500 plus community service.
“Motherfucker. You always were a real dick.” He crumpled the fine in his fist and tossed it onto the floor.
“Don’t forget to pay that or show up in magisterial court to be assigned that community service.”
Zayden settled his gaze on the asshole until Dickies’ face mottled red. “You make a great welcoming committee, Dickies. Stokes, Colorado is in your debt.” His sarcasm had the old rival’s face growing redder with suppressed rage.
“Sorry to hear about your dad, Moon.”
Zayden grunted and reached for the button to roll up his window. “I’m not.” He started the truck and pulled away, leaving Dickies standing on the side of the road without the last word.
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Em Petrova
Em Petrova was raised by hippies in the wilds of Pennsylvania but told her parents at the age of four she wanted to be a gypsy when she grew up. She has a soft spot for babies, puppies and 90s Grunge music and believes in Bigfoot and aliens. She started writing at the age of twelve and prides herself on making her characters larger than life and her sex scenes hotter than hot.
She burst into the world of publishing in 2010 after having five beautiful bambinos and figuring they were old enough to get their own snacks while she pounds away at the keys. In her not-so-spare time, she is fur-mommy to a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff.
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Ranger Ops
AT CLOSE RANGE
WITHIN RANGE
POINT BLANK RANGE
RANGE OF MOTION
TARGET IN RANGE
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HOT LOUISIANA KNIGHT
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O’ CHRISTMAS KNIGHT
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6-Pack Cowboys Series
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Operation Cowboy Series
KICKIN’ UP DUST
SPURS & SURRENDER
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PUSHIN’ BUTTONS
BODY LANGUAGE
REINING MEN
ROPIN’ HEARTS
ROPE BURN
COWBOY NOT INCLUDED
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Country Fever Series
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LICKS AND PROMISES
A COWBOY FOR CHRISTMAS
LIPSTICK ‘N LEAD
The Dalton Boys
COWBOY CRAZY Hank’s story
COWBOY BARGAIN Cash’s story
COWBOY CRUSHIN’ Witt’s story
COWBOY SECRET Beck’s story
COWBOY RUSH Kade’s Story
COWBOY MISTLETOE a Christmas novella
COWBOY FLIRTATION Ford’s Story
COWBOY TEMPTATION Easton’s Story
COWBOY SURPRISE Justus’s Story
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COWGIRL MIRACLE Jessamine’s Story
COWGIRL HEART Kezziah’s Story
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LASSO MY HEART
SINFUL HEARTS
BLOWN DOWN
FALLEN
FEVERED HEARTS
FULL RIDE
Firehouse 5 Series
ONE FIERY NIGHT
CONTROLLED BURN
SMOLDERING HEARTS
Club Ties Series
LOVE TIES
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MARKED AS HIS
SOUL TIES
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