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Tempted by a Cowboy contains three stories that include “Mustang Man” by Vonna Harper, “Long Hard Ride” by Mellisa MacNeal, and “Hot Blooded” by Delilah Devlin.
Acclaimed horse trainer Miguel Perez is used to the unexpected from his work with wild mustangs. But nothing prepares him for the bolt of desire he feels when he meets Dawn Glass, as he’s eager to work his sexual healing on her in every possible way.
Long Hard Ride
Rodeo rider Michael White House is grateful when Diana Grant stops to pick him up in the middle of a rainstorm. But with one touch his gratitude quickly turns to lust and an uncontrollable desire to lay her down and ride her hard all night long.
Rancher Adam Youngblood is always happy to help a damsel in distress. But before he’ll pull the sweetly curvaceous and fiercely independent Cass McIntyre to safety, he demands promises of unconditional sexual surrender.
She lifted her hands, fingers spread. “Thank you.”
“For reminding me you’re not any different the rest of your sex.”
“You think so? So, any man will do?”
Her tongue wet her bottom lip, and then she lifted her chin. “Didn’t the other night at The Stone Pony tell you anything?”
His body went rigid with the reminder of what he’d seen. Her plastered against Johnny’s chest, his brother’s hands roaming her back and the curve of her bottom. Her unblinking stare, challenging him even as she tilted her head to let Johnny glide his lips along the silky skin of her neck.
He curled his fists and strode straight for her.
Her eyes rounded, and then her head turned as she sought an escape. She launched herself toward the hallway door, and he followed. She’d save him some trouble if she’d just go to the end of the hallway and try to hide inside his bedroom.
Glancing over her shoulder, she shoved open a bathroom door and stepped inside, but he’d lost what was left of his patience and wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her back into the hallway.
She bucked against him, pushing down against his arm, but he hugged her closer and stomped toward his own bedroom door. Blood pounded at his temples, his muscles bulked out, spiked by a rush of adrenaline and sensual anticipation.
Adam kicked backward to slam the door closed and slung her on the bed.
Cass scrambled backwards across the mattress, started to roll to her belly to crawl away, but he was already on her, turning her, his hands going straight for her waist. The belt slung over her hips went first, along with the bag of chalk that fell with a soft thud and a cloud of pale dust. He tucked his fingers under the elastic of her waistband and pulled, dragging down her shorts and panties over slim legs and knocking her shoes off in the process.
Her arms flailed at him, her hands going straight for his hair, pulling hard.
He grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt and ripped it over her head. Her sports bra proved more challenging, but he managed to rake it off as well. Then he came down on top of her, still completely dressed and soaked to the skin. He used his chest, thighs and hands to pin her to the mattress.
Cass bucked beneath him, her breaths rasping harshly.
He let her fight until she tired, quivering beneath him. Her eyes were fierce slits. Her lips trembled around shattered, breathy sobs.
Adam had never subdued a woman with force before. Had never felt the urge before her. Lying on top of her, her legs spread beneath him, her body shuddering under him, he felt heat build between his thighs, thickening his already rigid cock to the point of pain.
He brought her hands together above her head, and clutched them with one hand. Then he lifted his hips just high enough for him to rip open his belt, the button, and then the zipper of his pants.
His cock sprung from the opening, landing on her soft, hot belly, and he could only feel relief and driving tension that wouldn’t let him take the time to push his pants past his hips.
He braced his knees in the mattress and rooted for a second between her legs, then speared inside.
“God. Fuck!” He’d dreamed about fucking her, countless nights, waking to find his own fist wrapped around his cock. Now, surrounded by her heat, he couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow the arousal cramping his balls. With only three hard thrusts he tensed, his breaths hitched, and cum shot in burning spurts inside her.
Still he couldn’t stop rocking against her for long seconds afterward. Only when he came to a complete halt did he admit this hadn’t been about sex, hadn’t been about her attraction—pure, burning revenge had held him captive while he took her.
She’d led him on a cock tease, however unintended, for weeks while he’d fought his desire for her. Then to see her with Johnny, his arms and hands surrounding her, he’d tasted the bile burning in his belly long after he’d left her in the parking lot, hours after he’d gone to bed and stared at the ceiling, wondering how he’d put this attraction behind him.
His head sank to the mattress beside hers. The slight trembling of her belly against his, the gusts of her shallow breaths, would have told him she’d been very near to orgasm if the soft, waning convulsions rippling along his softening cock hadn’t clued him in.
He couldn’t shake his anger with her, with Johnny, which she’d sparked with her careless words. Couldn’t let go long enough to see to her pleasure—because he wanted her to hurt.
Adam slid from her pussy, clenching his jaw at the loss of her warm, wet heat. He backed off the mattress, not meeting her eyes, then turned and dragged his shirt over his head. His boots and pants followed, but he didn’t face her.
Standing with his hands on his hips, he wasn’t done being angry. But now he had shame beginning to creep along the edges of his conscience.
“Adam…” Cass said behind him, so softly, so choked, he wondered if he’d made her cry, and he closed his eyes.
Now, you know he’s not going to leave her this way…
The winner of an autographed copy of Wild, Wild Women of the West is…Karin!