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Cowboys, BDSM Games, an Ancient Feud = True Love, HEA

August 20, 2015

 

Here's an excerpt from THE HEIR, book one of my erotic romance series, the Bar C Legacy...

 

 

 

By the next afternoon Bye was beyond desperate to escape the constant ping-ping of raindrops forced by a high wind into the ranch house windows. He couldn’t take any more unrelieved grieving. He couldn’t bear to watch all the household staff scurrying about to ready the house for his mom’s funeral tomorrow. Most of all, he couldn’t stand watching Four stare out the windows as though he’d lost his best friend, or listening to Deidre sob quietly as she catalogued Mom’s jewelry to be stored in the Bar C’s office safe. He ignored the incredulous looks shot his way when he stomped out of the house, mindless of the rain and wind.\

 

Driving a ranch pickup that shuddered and bucked in the storm that mirrored his dark mood, he squinted through sheets of torrential rain that made the windshield wipers practically useless. There it was, a few feet off one of the farm roads that crisscrossed the Bar C, the line shack where he’d asked Karen to meet him. Knowing he was kidding himself, he tried again to persuade himself he was after hot, wild sex to prove he was still alive, but that didn’t fly. He wanted Karen for something personal, emotional, and he might as well admit it to himself if no one else. He pulled over, parked and sprinted through the pounding rain and wind gusts that nearly blew him over.

 

When he stepped through the door, slamming it against the fury of the storm outside, Karen dropped the blanket she’d wrapped around her like a toga and stepped into his arms, naked as the day she was born. “I had to undress. My clothes got soaked on the way in here from my car.”

 

“I don’t mind.” The warmth from her body seeped into his pores. It chased away the cold and dampness, and the bone-deep sadness that had overwhelmed him as his mom had slipped away from him inch by slow, agonizing inch. Karen made him feel alive again in a way he hadn’t felt for months. He hugged her first, then bent and whispered against the long, dark curtain of her loosened hair. “Thanks for meeting me here. I don’t think I could have handled the club scene, not today.”

 

“Bye, I’m so sorry about your mom, but at least she’s not hurting anymore.” She stood and framed his face between her hands as she met his gaze with soulful dark eyes. “And I’ve missed seeing you. I’d have called at your house if I’d dared, to see how you and she were doing.”

 

He understood. “That’s okay. I should have called you at your office before, but all I could think about these past weeks was the fact that Mom was dying and there wasn’t a thing any of us could do to prevent it. She was hurting so much I could barely stand seeing her, but she wouldn’t let Doc Baines give her anything to dull the pain until right at the last. She said she wanted to enjoy every last minute with her family and take the memories with her when she had to go.” Bye paused, rested his head on Karen’s shoulder and absorbed the comfort she offered. “I know I should be grateful she’s not suffering any longer, but…”

 

“Hush, baby. You loved her. And you’ll miss her something fierce. Same as I still miss my mother, and she’s been gone since I was knee high to a grasshopper.”

 

He couldn’t help smiling at her expression, one he used to hear from Mom every now and then. “You’re right. Losing Mom is gonna hurt me for a long time, but at least I had her for almost twenty-eight years. Thanks for meeting me here.”

 

“I wanted to be with you or I wouldn’t have come. I’ve missed you. Let me help you get out of these wet clothes before you catch a chill.” Her hands gentle, she unbuttoned his soggy denim work shirt first before unbuckling his belt and releasing the button and zipper on his jeans. “Kick off those muddy boots.”

Bye was more than willing to indulge her. He was soaked through to the skin, and he was starting to shiver. As soon as he kicked the work boots away, though, Karen sat on her ankles, her hands clasped behind her back—the picture of the submissive lover who’d captivated him from the first time they’d played together at the Neon Lasso.

She held that posture only for a minute. She moved her hands and peeled his socks off first before reaching up and tugging his wet jeans down around his ankles so he could step out of them. Her warm breath tickled his thighs as she came up on her knees and hooked her fingers under the waistband of his boxers. Slowly, taking her time to caress his half-hard cock, she got rid of the shorts, leaving him to shrug out of his shirt.

“That’s right. Let me see those beautiful muscles. I’d almost forgotten how hot you are.” She stayed on her knees before him, using her hands and her warm breath to coax him to full arousal. “You like me best when I’m on my knees, don’t you?”

 

Reaching down, he fisted her hair in both hands, raising her head as she was about to take him in her mouth. “Not now.” Bye wasn’t sure whether he wanted to toss her on the narrow bunk in the corner or…

He recalled their last scene together when he’d buried his face between her firm, smooth legs and lapped at her until he heard her scream that had come out muffled by another Dom’s flesh. He’d been ambivalent about the role he’d been playing, so much so that he hadn’t come that night until he finally took charge and claimed her the way he’d wanted to while she had been giving head to the other Dom.

 

He hadn’t come here for sex, and something told him that if they did this now, it would mean a hell of a lot more to him than the wildest club scene he’d ever experienced. “This isn’t what I need right now, baby.”

 

“What do you need, then?” When she looked up and met his gaze, she seemed confused.

 

“This.” Needing the understanding Karen didn’t serve up with the honeyed, meaningless words of sympathy he’d heard from too many well-meaning neighbors, Bye pulled her up and held her close. He savored the smoothness of her skin against the sun-baked roughness of his own and the silky brush of her hair against his chest. For a long time he just held her, his hands as still along her spine as her own were at his waist.

He appreciated the warmth from a small fire she’d started in the rock fireplace along one wall of the one-room shack, but even more, he was thankful she was here. She made him feel a little less alone.

 

“Karen?”

 

She tilted her head, met his gaze. “What, honey?”

 

“I need you to make the pain go away. God, I hurt so bad.”

 

Standing, she moved her hands to her sides and nuzzled his neck. “I don’t know how to make you feel better. Tell me.”

 

Bye scooped her up and deposited her on the narrow bunk. Instead of following her down he sat beside her and laced his fingers through her much smaller ones. “I need to cry, but I can’t.”

 

“Talk to me. Sometimes it hurts less if you share the pain.” Karen squeezed his hand then laid it on her knee.

 

Haltingly, he spoke to her, about his mom and how he’d miss her. About Four and the sometimes confrontational relationship they’d had for most of Bye’s life. “Not that I didn’t deserve a lot of what I got. Four had to bail me out of quite a few bad situations before I buckled down to work and earned myself a degree. Mom always stood by me. She always looked for the best in everybody.” He talked for nearly an hour as rain beat down on the tin roof of the line shack and tears rolled unashamedly down his cheeks.

“You probably think I’m some wimp of a mama’s boy,” he said, but he sensed she wasn’t going to judge him.

 

She leaned over and kissed him softly on the mouth. “No. I think you’re a good man. It’s no sin to let your feelings out once in a while. It lets me know you’re human, not just a sex god with a handsome face and a hot body.”

 

“Thanks.” Though he hadn’t come here for sex, Bye couldn’t help watching the slow up-and-down cadence of her breathing. God but she was beautiful, all ivory skin and firm, full breasts with pink, puckered nipples that invited his attention. The heat of arousal curled low in his belly as more blood rushed to his already throbbing sex.

 

When she raised both hands and clasped them together above her head, Bye laid his hand between her breasts and measured the excitement evident in her quick, shallow breathing. Jack had done that the night they’d played together and Bye recalled that he’d commented on her state of arousal. He glanced down at his own hand that was bigger and rougher looking than Duval’s. Karen’s nipples were responding now for Bye, as they had then for their playmate.

 

He didn’t need to feel this way now. His emotions were so conflicted, he didn’t know exactly what it was he was seeking, for her or for himself. “What say we leave off the games today? Just us. No voyeurs watching us in our heads, no threesomes, nothing but us—Karen and Bye—sharing each other the way vanilla lovers might.”

 

“I came out here in the rain today to give you whatever it is you need.” She dragged him down on top of her, cradling his head against her breasts. She spread her legs wide as though to let his cock between them. “Just you and me. What can we do that will make you feel good?”

 

Make me forget. Fuck me so long and hard and true so all I can think about is giving you pleasure. “Anything. Everything. Let me drive out the memories of everybody else who’s pleasured you while you chase this awful sadness out of my mind and heart.” 

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