Following the death of her twin sister and the abuse of her sadistic ex-boyfriend, Lillian Gaines drove away from her home to flee her heart-wrenching grief. Exhausted, numb from sorrow, she drives into a snowstorm and ends up stranded on a Montana back road.

The last thing Doctor Mitchell Hoffstetter wanted was to put up a stranded motorist at his cabin, but seeing the bruises marring Lillian’s face stifles his irritation. He couldn’t help offering comfort when her grief kept her awake, and for all her sass and independence, she succumbed to his commands and touch without pause. They went their separate ways the next day unable to forget that one hour.

Mitchell soon discovers Lillian is living in the motel in town. He offers his garage apartment which leads to another opportunity to show she wasn’t as opposed to his dominance as she claimed. Lillian discovers a side of her she couldn’t control whenever Mitchell leveled one of those potent gazes her way and showed her ways of pleasure she never imagined she would embrace.

It takes a threat to Lillian’s life for Mitchell to admit his sassy, independent tenant and lover had found a way through his grief to his heart, but had they both waited too long to express their feelings or would he and their friends ride to her rescue in time for them to start over together?

This is book seven in the Cowboy Doms series but can be enjoyed independently.

Publisher’s Note: This contemporary western romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of mystery, suspense, danger, sensual scenes, adult themes and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Excerpt

The blanket dropped to their feet as her low moan echoed from her mouth into his when she opened for him. Her breasts flattened against his chest, the rigid nipples a sharp contrast to the plump softness cushioning his tense muscles. Exploring her mouth with tongue-stroking thoroughness, he slid his hands down and under the nightshirt to palm her buttocks, grinding his cock against her mound. Demanding need born of fear and frustration overrode any lingering doubts about going down this path with a woman he had thought unsuitable for his desires. As her arms squeezed his shoulders and one long, smooth leg wrapped around his thigh, it was obvious her current needy state burned as hot and fast as his. For now, that was enough.

Letting go of her right cheek, Mitchell gripped a fist full of Lillian’s deep red hair and tugged her head back as he released her mouth from the hard pressure of his possession. “Now,” he demanded. Spinning her around, he pushed against her shoulders, urging her to bend down to the couch. “Brace your hands on the seat.”

“Mitchell.” She groaned his name, swaying her hips as he shoved the silken top up and yanked down the black panties to bare her lily-white ass. 

A hard swat left behind a bright red imprint and drew a shudder, but she didn’t move from the position. “That’s Sir, or Master Mitchell when I have you naked.”

She whipped her head around and gave him a narrow-eyed glare. “You’re doing it again.”

He cupped her damp pussy. “Want me to stop?”

“No way.” She huffed and turned back around, muttering, “Sir.”

Another smack reddened her opposite buttock. “That’s what I thought.” Fingering her wet pussy, he released his cock and sheathed himself, the urgency to take and possess riding him hard. Slick, swollen muscles clamped around his pumping finger, the rucked-up top giving him an enticing view of her dangling, hard-tipped breasts. Nudging her feet further apart with his foot, he stepped between her spread legs and replaced his finger with his shaft, sliding smoothly between her plump labia.

Yes.” 

Lillian’s breathy acceptance coincided with the tight clutch of wet vaginal walls around his cock, drawing him deeper inside her. Mitchell leaned over her back, reached around and filled his hands with her breasts as he said into her ear, “Fast and hard, pet. Brace yourself.”

As promised, or threatened, depending on how she took that warning, he tweaked her nipples, straightened and held her hips still for a deep, carnal fucking. Her grunts and heavy breathing matched his as he rammed into her quivering depths over and over, the spasming clutches of her pussy pulling his climax forward too soon but with irresistible force. 

“Shit, Lillian,” he ground out as she splintered in orgasm around him with a cry and tight squeezes. She didn’t say anything, just shook her head as her elbows gave out and she laid face down on her bent arms emitting softer mewls.

Mitchell saw stars as he exploded into the latex with faster, harder strokes, as if he couldn’t get enough. He hadn’t come that hard in years, and as Abbie’s image filled his head, he prayed she approved because there was no going back for him. Now, as his head cleared and he pulled out of her still gripping body, he had to figure out how to get Lillian on board.

“You’ll stay in my room, with me, while you’re here.”

Okay, I can do this, Lillian decided as Mitchell tossed her over his shoulder and carried her toward the back of the house. Calling him Sir hadn’t been difficult, not with her lust skyrocketing with that purposeful look on his face as he’d hauled her against his wide, warm chest, ridding her of the body-numbing cold. As soon as she’d come into contact with his body heat and his mouth, it had been so easy to give in to his control, let him take her over and not have to think, just feel.

She laughed as he tossed her on his bed and whisked her night shirt over her head. “This he-man stuff doesn’t work for me,” she insisted, her heartbeat going haywire as he ripped her panties off.

“Prove it.” Mitchell spread her legs, his eyes traveling from her gaping pussy to her face, nailing her with one of those fixed gazes that said he was focused solely on her and no one or nothing else.

Her humor fled as he trailed a finger up her slit then down her crack to dampen that taboo orifice, drawing her attention to the pinprick tingles from those slaps still racing across her buttocks as she shifted on the bed. She still struggled with understanding how one man could cause her pain she wanted nothing to do with and another make her burn and ache for the blistering sting of his hand connecting with her bare flesh.

“You’re thinking too hard.” Mitchell kept his eyes on hers as he continued to glide up and down between pussy and anus while stroking his semi-erection into a steel rod. 

His salt and pepper hair hung in disheveled thickness around his face and neck, soot still stained his cheek and chest and those firm lips were set in a tight line as he waited for acceptance. Arousal replaced conflicting thoughts and she arched into his hand. “You’re right.” Reaching up, she gripped his forearms and pleaded, “Fuck me again, please.”

“Please what?” he asked in a silky steel voice as he dragged his cock up between her cheeks and through her slick pussy lips.

Lillian gave in with a shudder. “Sir.” He filled her with a single, womb-bouncing plunge, wrenching a cry from her constricted throat and abolishing all thoughts except one. More.