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…
I'm a wife, a mother and a writer. Most days I can be
found in front of my laptop, drinking an ice tea, and dreaming about hunky
alpha males and the women who love them.
I also write as Lara Valentine for Siren Publishing.
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