"I don't know. Look, he looks like he's going to argue with anyone who gets too close. He needs someone to soften him up."
"Or screw him silly," Abby says.
"I like what you're thinking." I give her another kiss, more than ever ready to drag her out of this place altogether.
Soon enough, I can. And I do.
We make our way to the Home Away From Home Bed and Breakfast. Hijinx is happily spending some time with Plum and Rueben while we're away in Hawaii for our honeymoon next week. But before we can get to the warm, sunny beaches of Maui, we have one night here together.
"Funny, if I had been able to stay at this bed and breakfast that first night in town, maybe I would've never ended up with you," Abby says as we enter the quiet lodgings.
Mary hands us our keys without another word, knowing this night is ours. She looks away, probably not wanting to think about what's going to happen next. I appreciate her discretion and realize she's probably had to do a lot of looking away over the years, managing a hotel.
"I think I would've ended up with you no matter what, Abby. You and me, we are a perfect pair. Remember?"
"Oh, I remember," she says as I scoop her up from the floor and carry her to our room, unlocking the door and carrying her past the threshold to the bed. She laughs as I move on top of her, toward her, into her, filling her, taking her. "Oh my God," she moans.
Naked before me, my bride wears nothing except a veil in her hair. "You look so beautiful," I tell her. "Head to toe perfection."
She runs a hand over the scar on my shoulder where the bullet met my bone. "I love you so much, Bartlett," she tells me, wrapping her arms around my neck, her naked body against my naked body, her skin, my skin.
We move as one to the bed, my lips on hers, kissing her deeply, knowing that this night is one I will never forget.
She is my memories from here on out.
We move together, her body linked for eternity with mine.
I touch her, fingering her and licking her and making her wet, making her moan and making her happy in a way she deserves.
My cock aches to fill her again and again. And she eagerly offers me everything she has.
"Don't stop," she whimpers.
"I’ll never stop," I promise, touching her again, easing her open, my cock centering right where it belongs.
Our fingers lace, her eyes on me. "I love you," she says again.
"I'm so glad you made it Home," I tell her.
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ROUGH DEAL: Coming Home to the Mountain Book 2
Everyone has a secret.
Mine is ruining my life… making me bitter, callous, cold.
I’m Rye Rough – the oldest of seven kids with a family tree that built this town. I understand more than most that reputations matter.
Which is why I keep my mouth shut – and that secret? I’m not telling a soul.
Working as my dad’s right-hand man, I’m angrier than ever – and hell, it’s messing with the family construction company.
My father forces a deal: Go to the rural family cabin and don’t come back until I get my head on straight or I lose my place in the business.
As if spending more time alone is going to solve anything.
One day into my retreat, I find Prairie, a beautifully fragile woman who is lost, alone, and in need of my tender loving care. Her life has been one of confinement and abuse.
She needs me like I’ve never been needed before.
My family doesn’t understand my love for her.
My secret keeps me up at night.
Something must give before it all breaks.
One thing is sure – rough hands have been dealt for both Prairie and me … and for our love to survive, we can’t fold.
About the Author
Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.
Frankie is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, believes in love-at-first-sight, and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie.
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