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Cape Falls, 5
Welcome to Cape Falls, a town with old-fashioned values.
Peter has been in love with the same woman for over a decade, but he could never have her. He has loved her for so long that he can’t imagine loving anyone else in his life. In his troubles, his one piece of heaven is going to the library and seeing Rose.
Rose knows all about Peter and his love for another woman. No matter how hard she tries, she cannot stop her feelings for him. Peter is the first man to make her feel alive, but her family is determined for her to be with someone else.
When Peter discovers the abuse Rose is being put through, he sees red. Taking her away from her family, he is determined to make her his.
It’s time to move on, but Peter is not the only one who needs to look toward the future. Cape Falls itself is about to be hit by an event that will leave them no choice but to move on.
Cape Falls is an old-fashioned town, and the past needs to be put to bed.
Reaching out, he pushed some of her hair off her face, stroking her cheek with his knuckles.
“What about me?” he asked. “Did you like my kiss?”
She nodded. “Yes, I loved your kiss. I like it when you touch me.”
He tilted her head back and leaned forward. “Do you want me to kiss you now?” he asked.
“Yes.” Her voice was so soft like a whisper.
“Are you sure?”
Was this really happening? Rose watched his head move, and seconds later his mouth was on hers. At first the caress of his lips was light, and then something changed. His hands sank into her hair, fisting the strands. Her nipples hardened, and her pussy grew wet with need. She ached all over, and a fire was burning bright.
The kiss Peter had given her in the library had been the only thing to keep her stable throughout it all. She was weak where it came to him, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. He tilted her head back, exposing her neck, and he plunged his tongue inside her mouth.
She moaned, meeting his tongue with her own. Her heart pounded inside her chest so hard that she thought it was going to crash out of her chest.
He pressed her against the kitchen counter, holding her in place with his hands in her hair. Rose met his strokes and wished she knew what she was doing.
“Please,” she said, moaning. Peter broke the contact to press kisses down her neck. He sucked on her exposed neck. The night shirt she wore was too big and had fallen down one arm.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.
She’d never thought herself as beautiful before. In Peter’s arms, she felt it.
“Peter.” His name came out as a groan. Nibbling her lip she gasped when he pushed her nightshirt down exposing one of her breasts.
Refusing him was out of the question. She was so turned on, and she would do everything he asked.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he said.
“Please, don’t stop.” She lifted her hands up touching his arms. In all the time they’d known each other they’d never really been together intimately. She couldn’t recall really touching him.
“This isn’t right,” he said. Peter still held her arms, and her breast was still exposed. His gaze went from her breast to her eyes then back again. She saw the fight he was having.
“This is so right. I’m not afraid with you, Peter. Please, I want you to be my first,” she said.
Isabelle’s best friend is getting married and guess who’s the maid-of-honor?
Going to the wedding alone isn’t an option, so when Isabelle’s brother sends his buddy to her rescue, she can hardly believe who it is: rocker Marvin Clementine! He shows up at her door incognito, but nothing can hide the sexy smile that melts her spine.
At the wedding, he is the perfect gentleman right up until Isabelle’s ex-boyfriend attacks him. When Marvin punches him in the nose, taking him down with one swing, what can Isabelle do except take Mr. Rockstar home and kiss his wounds until he’s better?
Of course, one night of bliss isn’t enough for her to overcome her fears. Marvin’s celebrity lifestyle freaks her out, and it would be crazy to move to L.A., right? Especially for someone as shy as Isabelle. Unfortunately, she’s pretty sure Marvin is her one true love…
Be Warned: anal sex, sex toys, knife play
He shrugged off his jacket and hung it from the hook on the back of her door. “I’m fine.”
“I just want to make sure it won’t get infected,” she said, unnerved by how he seemed to dominate her bathroom. She had flowers on the sink in a vase and fluffy pink towels and Marvin was tall, muscular, and very masculine against all the pastels. He flashed her a smile and sat down, unbuttoning his cuffs. The tattoo on his left arm peeked out as he moved, reminding Isabelle that he wasn’t just Marvin. He was also Vin, famous rocker. Bad boy. Suddenly, she felt like she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs.
He didn’t seem to notice her fascination with his skin as he cas ually shoved his sleeves up his arms. His tie was already loosened, but he pulled the knot out and undid another button. Isabelle stared for a moment, mesmerized by the soft-looking hair peeking through the open top of his shirt. His arm was exposed enough now that she could see his mourning doves tattoo up close. Their sad eyes stared out at her and she shook herself a little, trying to break the spell his physical presence had cast over her.
“Okay, I’m ready,” he said, voice low and sexy and a little bit amused.
Isabelle opened the medicine cabinet. “Yes. Okay.” She pulled out some gauze and disinfectant. “This may sting a little.” She wet the gauze and brought it to his cheek, blotting at the cut. It was mostly clean, thankfully. He didn’t wince when she patted his skin. Instead, his green eyes stared at her, the pupils dark and mysterious. Her hand began to tremble. The heat from his body made the hair on her arms stand up.
“Belle,” he said. “I’m fine.” He cupped a hand around her wrist delicately, the thumb rubbing gently along her pulse point. “It’s okay.”
And just like that, all the feelings she’d been so desperately suppressing for the past day roared up, like someone had just turned up the volume on the radio. His finger on her wrist made her hyper-aware of him: his size, his strength, his virility as he sat in her girly bathroom without complaint. Her face went hot and she dropped the gauze to the floor. Even with the bruise and cut on his face, he was gorgeous.
“This is crazy,” she whispered as he tugged her down. She tumbled onto his lap, wedged between the tub and the sink, legs akimbo.
“I don’t care,” he murmured against her mouth.
She kissed him, unable to stop herself. He smelled like antiseptic and himself, a potent combination that made no sense. He tugged more strongly and she fell against his chest, magenta tulle foaming around them both. He kissed her and she let him, hopeless to resist when his hands slid up her back and splayed across her bare shoulders.
“Belle, you have the most perfect name,” he said, nipping her collarbone.
She shivered. “You’re crazy.”
He chuckled. “If I’m crazy, so are you.”
She pulled back, confused, but then he very deliberately slid his hands around the front of her dress and dipped the tips of his fingers into her bodice, teasing. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.
“Let me make love to you,” he said, hands moving, but never where she wanted them to go. Her breasts ached.
She bit her lip, breathing faster. The corner of the bathroom vanity was cutting into her arm and her legs were cramped as they tried to fit into the small space. Was she really considering this? You don’t have to marry the guy, a little voice inside her head said. Marvin kissed her shoulder, smiling coaxingly at her.
“Okay,” she finally said, not sure if she was entirely sane anymore. Arousal and need had taken over her body. She realized she’d felt this way since the beginning, when he’d first appeared on her doorstep yesterday afternoon. Was it only yesterday that I met him for the first time? It seemed like much longer than that. She’d denied her feelings, not wanting to admit her attraction to him. Now that she’d gotten to know him a little, it was impossible to ignore.
“Okay,” he said back to her, smiling. To her dismay, he took his hands out of her dress. Just when she was going to protest, he slid them snugly under her ass and stood up, lifting her with no apparent trouble.
“Oh my God, Marvin! You’re going to hurt yourself,” she cried, hands wrapping around his shoulders. The muscles under her palms bulged, his thin shirt no barrier.
He laughed. “You’re not nearly large enough to give me trouble.” He walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said. She did as he asked, heart pounding when the position pulled her dress up her thighs.
I shouldn’t be doing this, she told herself as he walked, the excess fabric of her dress bunching up between them. He’s going back to L.A. tomorrow. She didn’t let go, however. I want this, she admitted when he kissed her again, somewhat shocked at herself. I want him. The light near the window lit the bedroom with a soft glow, somewhat disguising the clothes strewn all over the place. Marvin pulled back from her mouth and glanced around, quirking an eyebrow at her.
She blushed, squirming against him, then froze when his erection slotted right up against her pussy. “I didn’t have time to clean up,” she muttered, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. His cock pressed right against her clit. Every time he shifted his weight, it shoved against her deliciously. She tried to keep still, but couldn’t. He felt so freaking good.
He tilted his face toward her, still seemingly unperturbed to be holding her in midair, and kissed under her ear. “I don’t give a shit about your room.”
Love Cowboy Style, 1
Whitney James was at a crossroads in her life. After a scary incident in the classroom where she teaches high school English, she flees Chicago and heads back to where she was raised in Missoula, Montana. Thinking that maybe a career change is what she needs, she attends a first year law school lecture and sees Colt Robson. Whitney used to date Colt’s son Mark, in high school. Seeing Colt again, but this time older, and with just as much sex appeal, she realizes that she’s always had a crush on him.
Now divorced, Colt is immediately smitten with the older and curvier Whitney. Will she accept his invitation for dinner and if so, will she be willing to be courted by a romantic, old-fashioned cowboy?
Usually when he worked this late he sat and stared at the salad or sandwich sitting in the white Styrofoam box, wondering how his life had gotten this lonely. But tonight the sun was setting, the lights of Missoula going on one by one while Whitney sat opposite him, tucking into the deli’s famous chef salad.
“You were right, this is so good,” she said.
He reached across the desk and wiped a drop of the Thousand Island dressing that had drizzled onto her chin.
“Oops, guess I shouldn’t speak with my mouth full.”
He laughed. “Shows you’re enjoying it.”
She stood. “You’re right about the view.” She walked to the window and looked out.
He spun around in his seat seeing her outline against the window. They’d dimmed the lights in his office so they could view the night skyline, which had given the room a romantic ambience.
Colt stood. If he got a slap around the face it would be worth it, but he couldn’t fight it any longer. He approached her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her in close.
He closed his eyes and waited for her to turn around and her hand to make contact with his cheek, but it didn’t. Instead she ran her hands over his arms and eased her body back into his.
Colt put his lips close to her right ear, taking in the floral scent on her throat.
“I couldn’t help myself. I’ve tried to fight it since the minute I saw you again, but I’m not that strong of a man. When I see something I want I go for it.”
Whitney leaned back some more until his nose was buried in her hair, even that smelled intoxicating.
“And I’m glad you’re that type of man because I’m not the type of woman who makes a first move.”
She turned around and before he knew it she was in his arms. He was holding her, looking into those beautiful blue eyes of hers. And yes, he had the mother of all erections.
“At least I know you don’t need those little blue pills.”
At first he wondered what she was talking about, but then he figured it out.
“Would it sound like I’m bragging if I said I don’t have any trouble in that department.”
She smiled and he couldn’t stand it anymore. He kissed her. Not the getting to know you sort, but the mouth open and tongues exploring, kind.
They pulled away.
“I wanted to suggest we go on a few dates to see if it developed into anything physical and emotional but now this…”
She put her finger on his lips. “It’s okay,” she said.
This time Whitney initiated the kiss. He ran his fingers through her hair, the movement causing her perfume to drift his way. No way could he stop himself now.
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