Friday, May 24, 2013

Snippet Showcase #6: Jess Buffett and Laurie Roma (Giveaway)

Cowboy Angel is here to wish all our Inner Goddesses a Happy Birthday.  A year ago, we began imagining the type of site we would like to be involved in as readers:  where readers of Romance and Erotica could meet up with others and chat about the books they read.  Our online bookclub forum   grew and evolved, and is now celebrating her birthday.

Cowboy Angel is providing the beefcake.  More desserts in the Hottie & Gentleman's Poker threads. And our wonderful authors are providing the party favors:  Snippets everyday this week for you to enjoy!  Tink and I providing the gifts:  FREE SIGNED BOOKS AND SWAG!

Two ways to win:

1.  Joining Inner Goddess is an automatic entry. The more you comment on the forum, the more entries you earn.  Rules here.
2. Daily Rafflecopter entries on each Snippet Showcase.  You can enter every day! so, be sure to return.

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Snippet Showcase:  Jess Buffett and Laurie Roma

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Jess Buffett's Hunter Clan series

The Kayan's Mage, book 1: 
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, HEA]
Sawyer McLeod lost his family and his entire Guild, except his twin, seven years ago. Now almost twenty-one, he is coming to the age to receive his abilities as a Mage. Unfortunately there are others who will stop at nothing to see the brothers don’t survive that long.
When Jake Hunter, Kayan for a Clan of Wolf Shifters living in Australia, finally finds his true-mate, he doesn’t expect it to be in the midst of a brutal attack. Through omissions of truth, misunderstandings, and fear, Jake struggles to prove to Sawyer that he can trust him.
When Sawyer is finally willing to give Jake a chance, a ghost from the past returns to destroy everything they have built together. Will they be able to overcome the foe long thought gone, or will it be the end for the Kayan’s Mage?

Riley's Vampire Prince, book 2: 
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, public exhibition, spanking, HEA]
 Riley McLeod has never gotten over the loss of his family to murderous Vampires, and often hides behind his sarcasm and carefree attitude. So imagine his shock when he discovers he is not only mated to one, but his mate is the Prince of the Vaucluse Coven.
When Caleb Vaucluse arrived at the Hunter Clan, he never expected to meet his mate. His joy soon turns to devastation when he learns that Riley fears him. Caleb struggles to get passed Riley’s defenses and prove that they are meant to be. Unfortunately just as they come together, pride and old wounds prove hard to overcome for the pair, and threaten to tear them apart for good.

As an enemy is revealed and more questions are raised, Caleb and Riley have choice to make. Do they keep their pride and stand alone, or stand together and embrace the love fate gave to them?
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“Oooh, looks like someone finally got lucky,” Morgan taunted.
“Shut up,” Riley threw back, with no real heat. “It’s none of your business.”
“Now, now...no need to be like that. This is a time for celebration,” Jordan chuckled. “Everyone needs to know that you finally pulled your head out of your arse.”
“Yeah, we need to let everyone know that you are well and truly whipped, now,” Morgan smirked.
“Jeez, don’t tell me you facebrag?” Riley shook his head in disgust.
Jordan blinked up at him. “Face-what?”
“I don’t know about you, man, but that sound kinda suss,” Morgan drawled. “What exactly are you into, little dude?”
“Ah huh. I’m with you there, brother. Doesn't quite sound legal,” Jordan nodded.
Morgan lent back in his chair, tapping a finger on his chin thoughtfully. “I think it depends on where you’re from.”
Riley face palmed himself. These two were probably his best friend beside Alexis, but sometimes they really hurt his head. “Argh. You guys are so lame. Facebrag is where you brag on Facebook.”
“Oh, no I don’t Facebook,” Morgan said, screwing up his face like he had tasted something sour.
“No, only those too busy running around like little girls with their panties in a bunch would still be limited to that form of media,” Jordan grinned.
Morgan emphatically nodded his head in agreement.
Well, at least that’s something.
“Yeah, we Tweet,” Morgan smirked, flipping Riley the bird.
Cripes, and people said he was bad.
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 Laurie Roma's  Arcadians series

Into the Dream, book 1:
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Sci-Fi Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]



Allison Summers is having the mother of all bad days. As a surgeon, Allie is a strong woman who has led a difficult life. She is fighting to make the best of her situation, but everything changes when she is struck by lightning and finds herself transported to another world.


Arcadian Princes Tynan, Cael, and Ryder Dracor have been looking for the woman who will complete their souls. Born in a world with a shortage of females, they fear that day will never come. When a goddess suddenly appears, they are shocked, but know they want her as their mate. Allie wants to go home, but now that they’ve found her, they don’t want to let her go…


When wills clash and legacies are unveiled, it seems as though Allie was destined to become part of this world. But as she struggles with her new life, can she find a way to truly be happy and embrace being an Arcadian?

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

STORY EXCERPT



“Shit…”

Allie stared up at the dark-red sky and two, count them, two purple moons in horror.

Weird.

She was in a coma. That was it. She must be in a coma having some fucking weird-ass dream. The lightning must have damaged her brain somehow. That was the only explanation that made what she saw plausible. And even then she had no idea she had such an active imagination.

She slowly sat up and looked around. The air felt thicker here, as if her lungs had to work harder to breathe. Her body moved, but it was as if it were in slow motion, like she could bend the very air to her will.

Weirder.

Allie looked around to see she was in some kind of metal structure. It reminded her of a building that had just been started, the foundation all metal beams and drywall. Only there was no drywall. There were metal sheets acting as the walls, and gossamer lengths of dark material hanging from the beams, casting eerie shadows through the room.

She was on a ledge of some kind, on the second floor. There was a big cutout in the center of the structure of the four-story building that allowed her to see the ground floor. Down below there were plastic-looking containers stacked against the far wall, making it look like a warehouse of sorts.

It was all familiar but not, and what scared her more was the colors of this place all looked brighter, more vivid, like she was seeing everything in HD color or something.

This was really fucking weird, but at least she dreamed herself some shelter.

Allie scrambled to her knees as a noise sounded in the distance. Grabbing hold of her fallen backpack, she hurried toward the dubious safety of the back wall where she could still view downstairs in case anyone came at her, but she would be hidden away in the shadows. She took a few steps back and bumped into something hard, something warm…something very much alive.

Allie tried to scream, but a hand clamped down over her mouth, holding it in. A deep voice rumbled from behind her, far above her head. Panic washed over her as she began to struggle. She fought with everything she had but couldn’t free herself. She bit down hard on the hand over her mouth, but the enormously strong arm wrapped around her just held her tighter against the body pressed up behind her.

The man spoke again, his voice a deep growl that made her body shudder. Part fear, yes, but part something else that she didn’t want to think about.

What the hell was she thinking?

Allie gave up struggling and shook her head, trying to convey that she had no clue what he was saying. The man must have understood because he spun her around, holding tight to her arms to look down at her.

Holy shit…

The man holding her was a fucking giant. He must have been at least seven feet tall, far bigger than any man she had ever seen before. He towered over her with his powerfully built frame. He had a strong, chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, and lush, full lips made for kissing. His long black hair hung loose around his shoulders with two braids at the sides of his temples.

The giant had on black leather pants and a soft leather vest that had a variety of knives and other weapons sticking out of the specially made garment. Around his waist he wore a belt with an actual sword hanging down the side of his leg.

He was a warrior, like something out of her wildest fantasies. Allie would have said she had never seen such a beautiful man before...but he wasn’t a man. Whatever this was holding her had bright, glowing gold eyes that seemed to pierce straight into her soul. And by glowing she meant glowing an iridescent-golden glow that was definitely not human.

Maybe this was a dream after all…

That was her thought until he opened his mouth to speak again and she saw his fangs.

Shit.

Or maybe it was a nightmare.

Allie’s gaze flew up to those glowing eyes and tried to keep her voice from trembling as she spoke. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand you. I have no idea what you’re saying!”

The man froze. He used one hand to push the hood off of her head so he could get a good look at her. He sucked in a breath, and as those golden eyes burned into hers, Allie wasn’t sure if she should be relieved or try to run as one of his large hands reached out to gently trail his hard, callused fingertips down her cheek in a reverent touch. He touched her hair lightly, rubbing a few strands together between his fingertips as if he couldn’t believe it was real.

In the next second she was swung around in his arms again, her back held tight to his chest with one of his large hands over her mouth.

Shit! The animal man was going to eat her or something.

And not in a good way…
 


ADULT EXCERPT


“You declared you needed time alone in the bathing chamber, yet you reached out to us in your mind as you shaved this little pussy,” Tynan’s voice rumbled out as he lowered himself to his knees so he was perfectly aligned with her now-soaking pussy. “It is only fitting that we should get a tasty treat for being good mates before we dine downstairs.”

“Look at all that sweet juice,” Cael purred, his voice making Allie’s body clench with need. Allie’s gasp was caught by Ryder as he swept his tongue deep into her mouth. He swallowed her moan of pleasure as she felt Tynan stroke his tongue over the bare folds of her pussy.

Tynan growled with pleasure. “She is delicious.”

“I can smell her cream. Hurry, so we can have our turn,” Cael ordered.

Allie’s eyes opened wide at his words, and she watched as Cael grinned down at her.

“Yes, mate. Each of us is going to eat your sweet little pussy until you come in our mouths. Only then we will take you down to the festival.”

Oh god, she would be a mess by the time they were through with her. They couldn’t possibly…but they did. Tynan chose that moment to shove his tongue deep inside her pussy, stabbing and fucking it into her as if it were a small cock.

Allie writhed in ecstasy on the table. Ryder and Cael held her in place, and Tynan continued to fuck her with his tongue. He continued to shove his tongue inside her as he used the flat of end of two of his fingertips to slap lightly on her clit. Before she knew it she screamed into Ryder’s mouth as she came, her pussy rhythmically clenching on Tynan’s invading tongue.

When her body settled back down onto the table, she felt Cael taking Tynan’s place between her legs. Cael immediately went to work licking and sucking up any stray juice that Tynan had missed, which soon had her pussy creaming even more.

Ryder released her and moved back as Tynan leaned down, sharing the taste of her own juices with her as he kissed her deep. There was something deeply erotic about tasting herself on her lover’s lips right after he had tongue-fucked her to orgasm. Allie reached up and shoved a hand into his hair, drawing Tynan down closer to her while she felt Ryder’s mouth close over her breast, sucking onto her aching nipple.

Cael’s hum of pleasure at the taste of her had her body shaking in pure rapture as she felt the sound settle straight into the tight bud of her clit. As if he heard her, Cael moved up so his lips clasped tightly around the tiny bud, sucking gently while he flicked his tongue over it. Allie’s body began to shake as he continued his tender assault on her body. Suddenly Allie felt Cael shove a long, thick finger into her clenching pussy. He hooked the finger inside her, rubbing at her G-spot with such accuracy it brought her to another startling release that made her cry out into Tynan’s mouth.

When Cael was finished, he pulled back and stood up. Tynan and Cael stared down at her with love burning in their glowing eyes. Cael reached out to stroke his large hand over her platinum-blond hair while Tynan rubbed his hands over her breasts, massaging them gently, making her moan.

Allie’s eyes flew open as she raised her head to look down at Ryder, who had taken up position between her parted thighs. “Oh god,” she moaned as she felt an oiled finger slowly making its way up the tight channel of her ass, parting the tight muscles to gain entry. Ryder sent her a wicked grin before he began to lick and suck at her pussy while fucking his finger into her ass in a steady rhythm.

“You are so beautiful when you come, little one.” Tynan growled softly as Ryder continued to torture her body with exquisite pleasure.

“I wish we could eat your pussy all the time, spread you out for us to taste and suck whenever we wished,” Cael added.

“She was so tight on my tongue,” Tynan said to his brother, “it is a wonder that we can fit our cocks into that hot, silky heaven.”

“Oh, but she likes it when we shove our cocks into her. Cael looked down at Allie as she lay panting on the table, moments away from another shattering climax. “You like it when we fuck our cocks so deep that you feel every spurt of our hot seed when we release inside you, right, Allison?”

The combination of their words and Ryder sucking on her clit with his finger stroking her ass made her explode. It was so overwhelming she sobbed out as she came, tears leaking down the side of her face. Ryder pulled back and placed a soft kiss on her bare mound as Tynan gathered her into his arms. Cael stroked his hand over her hair as Allie tried to pull herself together. She moved to pull her legs together, but Ryder and Cael held her still as Ryder gently cleansed her skin of any traces of their play with a soft cloth.

Tynan and Cael each picked up their own cloth. Tynan used his to clean the tears from her cheeks as Cael stroked the soft material over her body. When they were finish cleaning her, Tynan lifted the deep-red dress and smiled down at her. “Lift your arms for me, mate.”

Like a child, Allie did what he asked and let him dress her. Thoroughly sated, she looked at each of them in confusion. “What about you? You didn’t—”

Cael pressed a finger to her lips to still her words. “This was for you.”

“Your pleasure is ours,” Ryder replied solemnly.

Wow, Allie thought. At times like this she was damn glad to be stuck in their world.



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Snippet Showcase #5: Lisa Renee Jones and Sable Hunter

Cowboy Angel is here to wish all our Inner Goddesses a Happy Birthday.  A year ago, we began imagining the type of site we would like to be involved in as readers:  where readers of Romance and Erotica could meet up with others and chat about the books they read.  Our online bookclub forum   grew and evolved, and is now celebrating her birthday.

Cowboy Angel is providing the beefcake.  More desserts in the Hottie & Gentleman's Poker threads. And our wonderful authors are providing the party favors:  Snippets everyday this week for you to enjoy!  Tink and I providing the gifts:  FREE SIGNED BOOKS AND SWAG!

Two ways to win:

1.  Joining Inner Goddess is an automatic entry. The more you comment on the forum, the more entries you earn.  Rules here.
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So let the Party begin.......................


Snippet Showcase:  Lisa Renee Jones and Sable Hunter

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Lisa Renee Jones' Inside Out Trilogy and Rebecca's Lost Journals

If I Were You, bk 1:  He is rich and famous, and dark in ways I shouldn’t find intriguing but I do. I so do. I don’t understand why his dark side appeals to me, but the attraction between us is rich with velvety promises of satisfaction. . . .
Rebecca's journal comes to Sara McMillan by chance, when she inherits the key to an abandoned storage locker and she finds a scintillating account of Rebecca’s affair with an unnamed lover, a relationship drenched in ecstasy and wrapped in dark secrets.

Obsessed with discovering Rebecca’s destiny after the entries come to an abrupt end, Sara does more than observe the players in the woman’s life; she immerses herself in the high-stakes art gallery world Rebecca inhabited—and is magnetically drawn to two men. Which one seduced Rebecca with his masterful and commanding touch and brought her fantasies to exquisite life? On a daringly erotic escapade, Sara follows Rebecca’s path to fulfill her own hidden longings. But after she tastes the forbidden pleasures Rebecca savored, will Sara be helpless to escape the same submissive fate?

Being Me, bk 2:  releases June 11, 2013
I arch into him, drinking in his passion, instantly, willingly consumed by all that he is and could be to me. . . .

Sara McMillan is still searching for Rebecca, the mysterious woman whose dark, erotic journal entries both enthralled and frightened her. Tormented by a strong desire to indulge the demands of her new boss while also drawn deeper into her passionate bond with the troubled artist, Chris Merit, Sara must face a past as deeply haunting as Rebecca’s written words. In one man’s arms, Sara will find the safe haven to reveal her most intimate secrets and explore her darkest fantasies. But is safety just an illusion, when the truth about Rebecca has yet to be discovered?

Revealing Us, bk 3: The exciting conclusion to Sara's self-journey, due to be released Sept. 10, 2013.

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The elevator opens and he waits for me to enter, and I do. With fast steps, I rush inside and whirl around to confront him. He stalks forward, and this time he doesn’t avoid looking at me, his expression etched with pure determination and some raw, dark emotion I cannot fully name. I don’t get the chance to try.



Before a word is out of my mouth, and I have many intended, the bags he’s holding hit the floor and Chris has pressed me back against the wall. My purse tumbles from my arm and his powerful thighs encase mine; his hips mold my hips. I gasp with the rough tangle of his fingers in my hair and the blaze of his eyes as they capture mine. I am angry with him. I am aroused. And when his mouth claims my mouth, his tongue slicing past my lips with a delicious lick followed by another, demanding my response, I am at his mercy. My fingers curl around his t-shirt and I push away the tiny space between us, molding myself against him. He owns me and, considering how the past thirty minutes have gone, this terrifies me, but I’m all in with Chris. I decided that long before Paris. I am his to command, moaning with the taste of him, sultry and male, on my tongue.



His hand sweeps up my side, fingers flexing over my ribs, palm covering my breast. My nipple tightens in anticipation of the tug that follows and I moan, my need to touch Chris almost unbearable. I reach for his shirt, intending to push beneath, but he doesn’t let me.



Chris’s fingers close around my wrist and I know he is in that dark place, where he doesn’t let me touch him—but I am in a dark place, too, on edge, ripe with my anger and unwilling to be submissive to him. Challenging his silent message of control, I reach for his shirt with my free hand and he shackles my wrist as well and tears his mouth from mine. Our eyes lock, the sound of our heavy breathing filling the air and the motion of the elevator I didn’t even know was moving swaying our bodies. The floor vibrates slightly beneath our feet and I sense, rather than see, the doors behind Chris slide open, but still we stand there, still we stare at each other.



“They don’t get to tell you who I am,” he says. His voice is a rough growl, low and tight. “I do. I tell you and I show you so you get the truth, not their fabrication of it.” A muscle in his jaw flexes. “Understand?”



My anger and fear dissolve instantly. He’s not pulling away from me. He’s angry that Amber and Tristan might taint my view of him when he’s already convinced I’ll hate him before this discovery process is over.



“Do you understand?” he demands when I apparently don’t answer fast enough.



This time I don’t fight the bark of his order, understanding the desperateness beneath its surface. “Yes. Yes. Chris, I—”



His fingers tangle in my hair again, tugging my head back in that deliciously rough way he does. Dark Chris calls to me and I no longer fight answering. “Do not go there without me again.” His voice is gravelly; raw like the emotion I’ve seen in his face and tasted on his lips.



“Me going there wasn’t what you think it was, Chris.”



His eyes flash with disapproval. He is not pleased, or accepting, of what I’ve said, and his mouth closes down on mine, punishing, controlling. His tongue thrusting and tasting, before he repeats his words, his fingers stroking my breasts, teasing my nipple. “Do not go there again without me, Sara.”



“I won’t.” The words come out a hoarse groan as his hand strokes a path up and down my side, and back over my breast. His touch is heavy, the air thick, and I’m certain he isn’t convinced. “I won’t go back without you.”



His fingers curl around my neck and he stares down at me, searching my face with such intensity it feels as if he’s seeing straight to my soul. And I welcome the invasion. I welcome him. Seconds tick by, and I have no idea what he sees or doesn’t see in me, but he drags my mouth to his and kisses me.



The silky hot stroke of his tongue is a shot of adrenaline and desire that spikes through my body and creates a tingling sensation from head to toe. I shudder with pleasure and drink him in, tasting the bittersweet hunger in him, the anger and torment. I burn to touch him beyond where my fingers rest on his chest, to feel hard muscle flex beneath my fingers. But control is his outlet of choice when there is no whip, no pain. And I am no longer angry, no longer rebelling against his demands. No longer fighting his need for an outlet I have long ached for him to know he has with me, in me.



I tremble with the caress of his hand over my waist, traveling to my hip, and curving around my backside to firmly pull me hard against his thick erection. His palm skims upward to the small of my back, and flattens, molding me even closer. I moan into his mouth and he groans in response, his tongue delving deeply, hot with growing demand, with a palpable urgency. And his hands are everywhere, touching me, stroking me, caressing me, driving me wild and, before I know what’s happening, he’s shoving my jeans down my legs. I blink and my boots are gone and I’m half-naked in an elevator with the doors locked open.



I might have protested our location, asked to move to another room, but Chris turns me to the wall and his hands slide, slow and firm, possessively down my waist and over my hips. Feeling his gaze rake over my body, I am wet and weak in the knees. He cups my cheeks from behind and steps forward, pressing his lips to my ear. “Tonight, I want to spank you, but I won’t. Not when it would be punishment. I won’t ever do that to you. But don’t think that means I won’t want to.”



I understand Chris. I don’t know how or why but, deep in our souls, we connect, and I know what he is doing. He’s showing me a hard exterior but all I see is vulnerability, a need that tonight has sparked, to show me a darker, more dangerous side of himself, and have me not run for cover. “You can’t scare me away, Chris. So throw all the words you want at me. I’m still here. I’m still not going anywhere. And in case you forgot, I liked it when you spanked me.”



His hand finds my stomach and then presses deeper between my legs, until his fingers tease my clit. “Maybe this time I’ll tie you up and flog you.”



“Do it.” His fingers stroke into the silky wet V of my body, and I am panting, barely able to speak, but I swallow and somehow finish my challenge. “The more you push me, the more I push back, Chris.”



He nips my earlobe and I can feel him unzipping his pants. “So you say,” he murmurs.



“So I know.” Throwing caution to the wind, I press onward, trying to unleash the pent-up energy in him he bottles until it later explodes. “Only one of us is running. Only one of us is afraid of what I have yet to discover, Chris.”



The air crackles and his hand goes to my waist, fingers flexing into my flesh, and I revel in the certainty I’ve succeeded in taking him to the edge. “You think I’m running?” he demands.



“No. I think you’re trying to make me run so you can blame me if we fail.”



His cock presses between my legs. “Does that feel like I want you to run?” He enters me, driving hard inside me without any prelude. “Does that?” And then he is thrusting, reaching around me to meld his hand to my breast, holding onto it, and me. He thrusts again, burying himself, with a fieriness that outreaches pure physical need. Oh yes, I have made him angry and I am glad. I want this side of him, I want all of him. And damn it, he just keeps trying to deny me. He keeps trying to hold back and, yes, he keeps trying to make me run.



I press my hand to his hand where it’s melded to my breast, teasing me, holding him there, holding on and not planning to ever let go. Pleasure splinters through me with each thrust of his cock, each moment he’s buried deep inside me. Sensation after sensation begins in my sex and rushes through nerve endings. I am lost in how he feels, how I feel, and I arch into him, my muscles clench around him, and then I cannot breathe. My orgasm takes me by surprise, enveloping me, consuming me. I rise to the top of it far too quickly and come down far too hard and fast, but just in time to feel Chris shudder, his body tensing with his release. He stills, burying his face in my neck, and his body slowly relaxes. For several moments he holds me there, and I’m not sure either of us breathes, let alone speaks or moves. I am not sure what to say or what to do next.



Abruptly, he pulls out of me, and I don’t know why, but an unusual sense of complete, utter emptiness washes over me. The “why” is answered when I start to turn to find him already headed out of the elevator. I stare after him, knots balling in my stomach. Maybe I pushed the wrong buttons. Maybe I pushed him to far or too hard. Maybe I made a mistake.



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Sable Hunter's Hell Yeah! series

 Cowboy Heat, bk 1:     Aron McCoy has sworn off women - except for sex. When Libby Fontaine arrives at Aron's Tebow Ranch, she is determined to cram a lifetime of living into a few short months. The doctor has told her that she can't count on her remission from leukemia being a permanent one. Their attraction to one another is instantaneous and overwhelming. But when Aron finds out that Libby is innocent - he backs off. He has nothing to offer a girl who deserves white lace and promises. Then Aron catches Libby pleasuring herself in his stock tank and hears her cry out his name - and the heat is on.

Snippes - The Erotic Version

Snippet 1 - Lord Have Mercy!
She was breathtaking.

He didn’t know where to look first, or where to look longest. Tight jeans encased a sweet, heart-shaped little butt that made him want to bare his teeth. Her legs were long and all he could think about was what they would feel like clasped around his hips. A form-fitting, red T-shirt proclaimed that she was “Raw Honey – Sweet as Sugar, Twice as Addictive”. The implications of those words practically had him bowing at her feet. He bet her cream would taste like raw, wild honey. His fingers itched to see if he could make them meet around that trim little waist. When his eyes roved northward, tears almost came to his eyes. She bounced a little bounce in response to something funny that Jacob had said, and when she did, he wanted to step forward and catch those sweet little tits before she hurt herself. Maybe, he ought to change his job description – he could go from being a simple cowpoke to a full-time, full-service breast support man. By their jiggle and wave, there was no doubt in his mind that those tits were real and in dire need of about an hour of attention from his hands and tongue.

Realizing he was about to embarrass himself, he took off his Stetson and held it below his belt buckle, effectively hiding her unexpected and tremendous impact on his libido. His smooth move did not go unnoticed by Noah, who smirked from across the room. Casually, Aron shot him the finger. Ass-hole. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had affected him this way, if ever. Watching his brothers surround the tempting little morsel, Aron opted to utilize a tactic that had come in handy when the McCoy’s would be out carousing pre-Sabrina. They had tried to avoid stepping on one another’s toes, romantically speaking. Whenever one would see a little filly that caught his eye, he would look at her and simply say one word that would alert the others that she had been claimed and was strictly off-limits to the rest of the McCoys. Stepping closer to the table, he loudly proclaimed, “Tag!”

As soon as the word had left Aron’s mouth, the younger men looked up at him in surprise. Isaac bit back a snort, and Jacob simply said, “Thank God.” Their brother had finally decided to come out of hiding.
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A splash outside the window of his second story studio alerted him that something was messing around the stock tank. Aron couldn’t imagine. What in the world?
She walked up to the stock tank, trailing her hand in the cool, clear water. The glow was bright enough from the security light that he could see her quite clearly. The night was still enough that he could hear her sigh. She held the towel together over her breasts; her legs were long and shapely. Moonlight gave the pale skin of her arms and legs an iridescent quality. She could have been a wood nymph come out to play. Aron was totally enchanted. How he had walked away from this sweet thing was one of life’s great mysteries. Midnight black hair hung to her waist in thick, spiral curls. For a few tense minutes, Aron forgot to breathe.

The towel dropped.

Aron groaned.

Underneath that towel was nothing but beautiful, smooth, creamy skin. God in heaven, she was nude! Gloriously, magnificently nude! How long had it been since he had seen a naked woman? Too long. Way, too long. And no woman he had ever been with had looked like this one. The clothes that she had encased herself in ought to be taken out back and burned. They were a sacrilege to nature. Nothing should ever hide those luscious hills and valleys from his hungry eyes.

She still had her back to him. It appeared that she was trying to figure out how to climb into the tank. There was a ladder about twenty feet to the left of her, but if he called out that information he would give himself away and she would vanish from his sight like a frightened fairy. She placed her hands on the rim of the tank and tried to pull her little self up and over. Partially successful, she managed to get her incredible ass elevated so that he could see a sweet little crack and past that – paradise.
He couldn’t help but smile as he listened to her little grunts as she exerted herself. She wasn’t very strong and soon she dropped back to the ground with a disappointed huff. Aron rubbed his palms on his denim-covered knees, aching to rub them over the tempting curve of her bottom.

“Turn around, baby. Turn around.” At that moment, he would have gladly given his share of Tebow to see her breasts. “Turn around, sweetheart, lest I die,” he whispered.

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Smiling, he watched her frolic in the water. Right by herself, she laughed and played. Aron wondered if she was lonely. Surprisingly, he wanted to know. Seeing her enjoy these few, stolen moments after the difficult day she had endured, tugged at places in his heart that he had thought were out of commission. With one hand, he stroked his penis, the other laid on the windowsill. He rested his chin on his forearm, captivated by her beauty and charm.

Then the game changed. Completely.

Libby began to masturbate.

Hypnotized, he watched her lean back on the rim and raise her body in a float. Aron had to bite his lip to keep from crying out when she cupped her own breasts and began to caress the tender mounds. Mesmerized, he watched her shape them and coax them into bountiful little mountains of gorgeous female flesh. When she began to pull on her nipples, stretching them out and milking them between her fingers, his hips bucked, begging to be allowed to join in the party. It wasn’t just a few half-hearted tugs; Libby relished the attention that she gave her tits. Apparently, she had spent a great deal of time practicing this particular skill, and God, if Aron had been called upon to judge her performance, he would have given her a 10.

His grasp on his own penis had tightened, and the rate at which he pumped had gradually increased. Aron realized he was leaking pre-cum and a raging eruption wasn’t far off. He imagined joining her in the warm water, slipping up close and covering one of those luscious nipples with his eager lips. God, he would suck and slurp, devouring all of that precious womanly flesh like a starving man presented with a T-bone steak. Shit!

Aron’s breath hung in his throat when he watched one hand slip down past her waist to the dark little patch of curls. Her fingers curled and dipped, rhythmically working on her sweet spot. She thrashed in the water, trying to stay afloat, even while her legs and hips pumped in absolute abandon. Aron’s hand kept up with her erotic dance, his own level of excitement reaching plateaus that he had rarely ever scaled.

Then, the world stopped turning. Aron thought that if he died at that moment, he would have no regrets. Huge plumes of cum sprayed up and over the windowsill, raining down the side of the barn. Never had he climaxed with such a violent explosive force. His eyes never left her, his ears were attuned to every word that she screamed. And if he lived to be a hundred, he would never forget the sound of her husky little voice. For, as Libby Fontaine brought herself to a glorious completion, it was his name that she shouted. “Aron! Aron! Oh, God, Aron, I want you so much!”
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“I’m not with Jacob,” Libby informed her. “I’m with Aron.” Jacob was surprised that Libby would publicly claim Aron – pleasantly surprised.

“Interesting!” the woman exclaimed. “Jacob does she know who I am?”

“Who are you?” Libby asked, just drunk enough to care.

“I’m Sabrina McCoy, Aron’s wife.” The smooth answer made Libby’s skin crawl.

Libby’s eyes narrowed. “No, you’re not. You’re divorced. You weren’t a good wife.” Libby repeated things well.

“Aron wasn’t much of a husband. And being his wife wasn’t much of a life.” Her flip answer made Libby’s blood boil.

“Anyone lucky enough to be married to Aron McCoy should get down on their hands and knees and thank the Lord for their blessings.” This was a long speech for an inebriated woman.

“The only blessing about living at Tebow was the smorgasbord of gorgeous McCoy men to sample. Jacob here, was one tasty morsel.” She leered at Jacob. About that time Isaac walked up. “And here’s the tastiest one of them all.” Isaac looked grim, and his mouth was twisted as if he had bit into something bitter.

“You didn’t sleep with Aron’s brothers.” Libby was furious.

“I didn’t?” Sabrina teased Libby. “And how would you know?”

“I know them. And they wouldn’t betray their brother that way.” She was emphatic in her support of the McCoy brothers.

“Where is your lover, if that is what he is? And why are you here with Jacob and Isaac if you belong to Aron? Are you following in my footsteps, sweetie?” The woman was beautiful. Libby could see why Aron would have been attracted to her. And she was dressed to kill. Libby felt plain and out of place next to her.

“That’s none of your business,” Libby flared. “But I can promise you that Aron’s brothers treat me with the greatest respect.”

“How about the younger one? Nathan, was it? Is he still as much of a stupid retard as he used to be? Wasn’t he born that way? Was it a birth complication or something?” Sabrina stood there looking smug while she lambasted every member of the family that Libby loved so well.

“He has dyslexia, you baboon. I’ve heard enough from you! That’s it.” Libby handed her wine cooler to Isaac. “You’re going down, you loud-mouthed Jezebel!” Without warning, Libby propelled herself right on top of Sabrina Jones – ex-McCoy. Before Sabrina could get her bearings, Libby had knocked her into a table that had been filled with glasses and beer. Then, into another table. Crashes of glass and gasps of amusement echoed through the bar. And it wasn’t over.

“Catfight!”

Libby would not give up. Every time Sabrina would try and get away, Libby would get right in her face again. Isaac held Jacob back - they were fascinated at the little thing’s determination. When she picked up a chair to bash over Sabrina’s head, Jacob’s common sense finally won out and he intervened. Shorty was not happy. He was on the phone and naming names. Jacob held Libby off the ground while she kicked and wiggled to get down and back into the fight. “If I ever see you anywhere near a member of the McCoy family again, I’ll take you apart with my bare hands. I’ll rip your hair to smithereens. I’ll break both your knee caps and stomp your toes . . . . .” The threats trailed off as Libby was carted out of the bar to ensure the safety of the clientele. Isaac and Jacob followed at a safe distance.

Isaac was troubled to see that Sabrina had landed a blow or two. There were bruises and scrapes on Libby’s arms and a dark, fist-shaped mark was starting to show on her left jaw.

“You have got to come and get them Deputy; I’m tired of these McCoy’s tearing up my place.” Shorty called on his cell phone.

“Shit, Jacob. We’re about to get arrested,” Isaac whispered. He couldn’t afford to spend any more time in jail.

“Actually, I think Libby is the one that’s in trouble,” Jacob observed - which was worse, much worse.
“With the law. That’s nothing. We’re the ones up shit creek without a paddle. We have to face Aron.” Isaac was right – and that was a scary proposition.

Snppet 5
He was resting almost on top of her, but he wasn’t crushing her. To tell the truth, his proximity made her feel absolutely safe and protected. And the words he was saying were music to her ears. She had thought she didn’t want to hear them, but she was wrong.

“Right. Unalienable rights. And one of those rights is to be able to share my heart with you, and my thoughts, and my feelings.” He was so sweetly serious.

“Okay, I guess.” Was he expecting her to disagree?

Good enough. Shifting her in the hammock, they lay side by side, facing one another. He skated his lips over her forehead, down her cheek and kissed her in the corner of her mouth. “I love you, baby.” His tone was so tender, it made her heart melt. This giant of a man was openly declaring his love for her like she was the most precious thing in the world to him. “Did you hear me, Elizabeth? I love you. I love you. I love you.” As he said the words, he wrote them on the smooth skin of her back.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

“Yes, I hear you and I feel you.” She leaned into him.

“So, what do you have to say?”
“I love you more than I love life.” Loaded comment. “I’m honored above all women to be the recipient of your love.” Then she grinned at him wickedly – “and my name’s not Elizabeth.”
“Not Elizabeth? Well, Libby-bell, what is your name? I think as the declared love of your life, that I am entitled to that important piece of information.”

“Can’t you guess?” she teased. “You almost said it just a minute ago.”

“What did I say?” He scrunched up his forehead, trying to recall.

“I know it’s hard for you to remember, you talk all the time.”

“Are you saying I rattle like a two-bit radio?”

“No, I didn‘t say that.” He pulled at her braid. “Now, what is the last name I called you. You’re going to have to help me Libalicious, I’m getting old.”

“Libalicious? I see a whole new phase of this game coming on.”

He glared at her.

“Okay, you called me Libby-bell.” For a moment, he looked confused and then his eyes widened. He still didn’t say anything, so she sighed. “I feel like my name should be Rumpelstilskin.”

At his horrified expression, Libby convulsed in laughter. “I didn’t say my name was Rumpelstilskin. Think, McCoy! Think!”

Holding her steady, so she wouldn’t shake them out of the hammock, he finally said. “I got nothing.”

“My name is Liberty. Liberty Bell Fontaine.”

Aron roared. He got the giggles and he couldn’t stop. He rolled out of the hammock and just had to walk away, laughing all the while. Libby almost got offended. “Hey, it’s not that funny.”

“Oh, yes it is. Suddenly it all makes sense.”

“What makes sense?”

“How I’ve been acting.”

“Run that by me again.”

“You’ve had me chasing you around in circles. And I’m going to catch you and keep you, damn it, I’m entitled. It’s my unalienable right.”

“What right?” she was growing flustered.

He rejoined her in the hammock, cradling her close. “I am a man, Libby. And I am an American.” Oh, boy - here we go again. Was he about to sing, ‘God Bless America’? “And as an American man, I am entitled to life, Liberty, (that’s you) and the pursuit of happiness.”
The hammock rocked back and forth as Aron pumped hard within the loins of the woman he loved. She had her legs wrapped around him and her hips were working in tandem with his. The delicious friction of his penis sliding in and out of her body was dragging back and forth across her G-spot, causing her to quiver and quake with delight. Since Aron had told her he loved her, he had developed a voracious sexual appetite. His whole demeanor had changed; he was more commanding, more demanding of her complete response and her utter surrender. It was as if he had conveyed to her that things had changed, she was now his possession, his responsibility. Libby moved her hands over his chest; she combed her fingers through his chest hair, feeling the small swelling of his nipples. She found this more than exciting; if it were possible she would have rose up into his body, crawled right up into him and made herself at home. Watching the play of emotions on his face, she longed to give back to him the same measure of pleasure that he was giving to her. Impulsively, she sat up and mimicked one of his moves. Taking one of his nipples into her mouth, she began to suck on it, tonguing it, scraping it with her teeth. He let out a low, lusty growl; increased the speed of his thrusts and pushed his chest toward her, encouraging Libby in her sensual pursuits. “That’s right, baby. Love me; love me with all you’ve got.”

And so, she did.
Their mutual climaxes rushed upon them like a run-a-way mine train. Neither one of them had realized what a difference love made. But, it did. Love released energy and fed hungers. Love built bridges and tore down walls. Love settled doubts and answered questions. Love conquers all.

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