Jessica Barker has found the home, and job, of her dreams in Bookman Springs. When she meets lawman Hawk Coleman things are complete. Jessica doesn’t believe in happily forever after, and with her Hawk is happy to just play, either in the Little world, or the BDSM one. Life is perfect.
One day her ex-fiancé’s mother appears, out of the blue, demanding Jessica return a family heirloom. The only problem is Jessica returned the ring to her ex when she broke up with him. Days later the woman turns up dead, and Jessica is the prime suspect. Hawk is determined to protect his woman, and he’s also determined to let her know he believes in happily ever after. He’s ready to buy a house and settle down. But first they have to find a killer, and help Jessica uncover her true feelings.
This is book two in the Rescue Ranch series and can be enjoyed independently.
Publisher’s Note: This contemporary western romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, mild age play, sensual scenes, adult themes and a happily ever after. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
“Hummmmm.” She was so close. Then suddenly the pressure stopped. Hawk had grabbed her hand and pulled it away from her delicious task.
“No, no, no!” She tried to jerk her hand out of his grasp, but he tightened his grip.
“Do you have problems reading?”
“No, Sir,” she whispered. “I just… I didn’t want to wait anymore.”
“And you thought I’d never know?”
Jessica shrugged, and relaxed into the pillows. She looked up to where Hawk loomed over her. Boy, did he look pissed.
“If I didn’t need it so badly I would make you wait,” he said.
“Your note said nothing about it.” She knew that was wrong, but she would try anyways. After all, if he’d been horny since this afternoon he might overlook her starting without him. Might.
Hawk left the room and came back seconds later with the note he’d left on the table. “Naked. Bed. Spread. Wait. I don’t see the world play there.”
“Then you’re not reading it right,” she said. “The word is implied.”
He threw the note up in the air and as it floated down he attached her wrists to the straps. Jessica was still buzzed from playing with her clit. She wiggled her hips and said, “I’m all yours.”
“I knew that already,” Hawk said. He sat down in a chair and used the bootjack to pull off his boots. Then he stood and took off his clothes, starting with his shirt and ending with his underwear. The only thing that concerned her was the fact his cock was not hard. He sat back down in the chair and she almost sighed. It was going to be a long night, and she wasn’t sure that was going to be in a good way.
“What am I going to do with you?”
“If you’re looking for suggestions I have a few.” Jessica worked to keep her voice low, and hopefully, seductive. “Remember this afternoon? Mouth. Pussy. Ass. I have all those things for you to play with.”
“When will you learn to follow directions?” he asked.
“Probably never. I mean I try, but…” She licked her lips. “You can punish me.”
“True.” He knelt on the end of the bed. “I think this time the punishment is going to be good, old-fashioned, vanilla sex, which I know you hate.”
He lay down on top of her, his length pressing into her stomach. Jessica loved the feel of his weight on top of her, but she wanted him to move. She wanted him to give her the stimulation she loved and craved. He needed to pinch her nipples, to bite on her clit, and yes, to put his cock into her ass, even if she wasn’t thrilled with the idea.
He kissed the curve of her shoulder before he lifted up to his knees. Slowly, too slowly for her, he undid the wraps around her ankles then placed himself between her splayed legs. She was so wet it took nothing more than a small push for him to enter her.
Much to her dismay he didn’t thrust. He just lay there, filling her. In an effort to push him into gear, Jessica wrapped her legs around him and thrust her hips upwards.
“Please, please, please,” she begged, keeping her voice low. When that didn’t work she screamed out “Please!”
He finally started to move, but so slowly she could hardly feel it. There was not enough stimulation to bring her to orgasm. She wondered if it was enough for him. How long could he last while barely moving?
It turned out he could last a good, long while. Jessica didn’t look at the clock, but it seemed to be at least twenty minutes before Hawk started to move faster, his hips slamming into her. She prayed for her own orgasm, but she knew she’d done wrong earlier, and that would cost her now.
Despite the fact she knew she wouldn’t come, it was still exciting to have him fuck her so slowly, so deeply. She wanted more, true, but it was her own fault, she knew, but that didn’t make her happy. It took her a few moments to realize Hawk had stopped moving. He’d collapsed on top of her, his breathing low and even. He lifted up enough to kiss her.
“Can this be my punishment for going to Amarillo Saturday?”
“No.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “This is your punishment for playing with yourself when you didn’t have permission. I’m still thinking on the other one.”
“You got that right.”
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