After five lonely years out west, Chad Butler spots a curvy beauty in the crowd at his hometown honky-tonk and knows he has to have her. He’s going to lasso this little filly straight into his bed – and into his life.
Rachel Sweeting enjoys the peace she’s found in the middle of miles of cornfields with her Aunt Jessie. Her new life keeps her safely tucked away from the pain and embarrassment of her past. But, when her truck breaks down in the middle of the night and a hunky cowboy rides to the rescue, she’s knocked straight out of her boots.
Her romance books have told her love-at-first-sight is real and for the first time, Rachel is a believer. But when a dangerous past connection threatens their ride into the sunset, will Chad’s devotion to his woman be enough to save the day?
Author's Note: This cowboy hasn’t touched a woman in years, and when he falls, it’s hard and fast, making for an instant love connection and obsessed alpha hotness. If you’re looking for love-at-first-sight, NO cheating and filthy sweetness, come sit a spell but bring a fan, it’s hot.
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This gorgeous cowboy just took my virginity, and it’s beautiful and I’m breathing in fits hoping I don’t pass out.
Chad releases his hand from my neck and attacks me with kisses, covering every inch of my face. The contrast between this gentle sweetness and the dominant animal that just fucked me gives me goose bumps where I didn’t think you could get them. I’m losing the battle with a word that keeps knocking around inside my head. Love.
That’s stupid, love? How can I love him already?
He leans in next to my ear. “You know what this means?”
I’m in heaven. His hands cover my cheeks, his thumbs slowly caressing the flushed skin.
“No. What does it mean?” As the words leave my lips, a soaking stream of his cum leaks out from around where his cock still rests hard and full inside of me and my belly flutters, realizing what I’ve done.
Oh my god…
“I’m never letting you go.”
I like how that sounds. Especially if it means more of this. He’s opened the floodgates. I feel insatiable, and I want him again already even with the pinching pain that reminds me of how big he is and how new I am. But I think I should go now.
“I have to go. Aunt Jessie will worry if I don’t come back tonight. I mean, let’s be honest, we don’t know you that well. You could be a serial killer or one of those people that likes wine coolers or leasing cars.” I joke.
“I told you last night I wasn’t a murderer. But, I have sipped a wine cooler. I’m quite ashamed.”
The flash of his grin only makes my belly tighten and I hug his cock while a bright flash of fresh pain shoots from inside me.
“It’s bad?” he asks, the grin gone and replaced by a look of genuine concern.
“It’s a good kind of bad.” I shift under him, surprised by how far I can move. He’s covering me and caging me but keeping his weight on his arms.
My free hand traces along his jaw, feeling the stubble and I pull him down onto me, his hands leaving my cheeks, tangling into my hair.
He thickens inside of me.
Pain shoots through my abdomen, making me wince.
“What?” he asks, his voice deepening and his eyes turning stormy blue.
I smile up at him. “I feel that.”
“Feel what?” He grins back and flexes his hips, forcing me to arch my back. As his cock twitches inside me I realize he’s full and hard again, ready for more. He moves in tiny pulses, stroking me.
“Don’t worry my sweet girl, I’ll start slow.”
Dani Wyatt loves her alpha men; make them military, cowboys, MMA -- any uber alpha with a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Receive a free exclusive unpublished title when you join Dani's private readers group for updates, free chapters and discounts.
She's a 40 something regular lady who just happens to love badass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.
When she's not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can't have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.