COWBOY COMMAND
Cowboy Justice
Association, Book One
Sometimes you have to
die to be born.
One
minute Katie is eating lunch with her sister, the next she barely escapes a car
bomb meant to kill her. If that wasn’t enough, someone sets fire to her home
and burns it to the ground. Luckily, Federal agents are going to give her a new
identity until she can testify against the man who wants her dead. They change
her name to Presley, her hair color to brown, and her shorts and sandals to
jeans and cowboy boots. She’s not thrilled about being sent to a small town in
Montana to hide, but she wants to stay alive.
Sheriff
Seth Reilly is doing a favor for an old Army buddy. He’s promised to watch over
a woman whose life is in danger, but he didn’t plan on her being so young and
beautiful. He’s tempted, but she’s a bundle of trouble. Seth likes his women
calm and sedate. Presley is the kind of woman who would keep him up at night
and make him crazy. Too bad he’s starting to enjoy it.
Passion
flares between Seth and Presley, heating up the cold Montana nights. Knowing
they only have a short time together, they vow not to fall in love. But when
danger finds Presley, Seth will risk everything to keep her safe until she can
testify. Will Presley get her old life back or start a new life with Seth
instead?
EXCERPT
Presley was still standing,
swaying to the music, her eyes closed, the wine glass dangling from her
fingers. Her body moved sensuously, the
burnished curls dancing around her head.
He couldn’t take his eyes away from her mouthwatering curves. Everything about her was beautiful,
sexy. Her jeans hugged the curve of her
ass and the shirt pulled tight over her round breasts. He knew what she looked like without her
clothes. He shouldn’t be this hot and
hard from a tiny woman dancing fully-clothed in the living room, but he
was.
Why this woman, at this
time? It was messy, dangerous, and damn
inconvenient but he didn’t care. At that
moment, he would have crawled naked across burning hot coals to get to
her.
Her eyes opened and Presley
smiled at him. She must know what he was
thinking. Heat swept through his veins
and his cock swelled in his jeans. He
shifted to relieve the pressure and continued watching his brown-eyed witch
gyrating to the music. She glided over
to the iPod and rubbed her thumb over the wheel until a new song blared from
the dock speakers. By the time he
realized the song was Joe Cocker’s ‘You Can Leave Your Hat On,’ Presley was
already pulling up her shirt in teasing manner, exposing the bare skin of her
midriff.
His cock jerked in his pants
and his breath became shallow. Damn
woman was doing a strip tease right in front of him. She shimmied out of her shirt, tossing it in
his face, before turning her back and swaying her heart-shaped ass not three
feet from him. He could have reached out
and dragged her down on to his lap, caveman style, but he forcibly kept his
hands on his thighs. His palms were
covered in sweat and he rubbed them on the denim as his heart accelerated to
the beat of the music.
When Presley turned around, her
pants were unzipped and she was pushing them down her legs. She kicked them away with a flourish, her
hands over her head, rocking to the beat.
She flashed him a smile and leaned forward so he had an eyeful of her
generous cleavage.
Holy fuck, his dick was as hard
as a fence post. He could feel the blood
rushing to it, leaving his brain too little to function. She was only in a bra and a ridiculous pair
of panties, hardly more than a scrap of material. She went to her knees and reached behind her
back, shaking her breasts so the bra slid down her arms.
Where the fuck did she learn
to do that?
She giggled, her face pink, but
his gaze was riveted to her breasts bobbing as she smoothly stood but bent over
him so her nipples hovered over his mouth.
He dipped his head and captured one between his lips but she danced away
before he could suck on it. Blood
pounded in his head, and he felt a wave of lust he could barely control. He dug in his pocket for a condom just as she
turned her back again and tugged her panties down her thighs. He stood up with a roar and grabbed her
around the waist. She yelped in surprise
and then moaned in pleasure as he pushed two fingers inside her hot cunt.
Seth wrapped his hand around
her trapped panties and ripped them from her body, crotch first, the flimsy
material giving way easily. He turned
her head so he could capture her lips even as he held her back to his
front. He bent her over the back of an
easy chair, her spankable bottom raised up, her toes off the ground, and the
wet pink of her pussy peeking out at him.
He smacked her bottom and she moaned in response.
“Yes, Seth. Yes.”
Her voice was a throaty whisper but the pleasure was in no doubt. He smacked her bottom a few more times,
leaving red handprints behind on the creamy white flesh. He jerked at his zipper and pushed his jeans
and boxers down far enough to roll on the condom. His fingers were clumsy but the minute he was
sheathed he thrust inside of her in one stroke.
“Seth!” Presley cried out at his possession. He reached down and found her nipples,
pinching and rolling them between his fingers.
He kissed her spine, then nibbled at it as he fucked her hard and fast
from behind, their breathing labored.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” Presley chanted. Damn, he loved how she loved sex. She didn’t act all coy and shy. She liked it and she let him know he was all
man. She was certainly all woman. He kept up the blistering pace, slamming into
her over and over until the pressure in his lower back and balls was too much
to bear.
About Olivia…
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my laptop, drinking an ice tea, and dreaming about hunky alpha males and the
women who love them.
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