ABANDON ALL HOPE: The Hope Brother Series (Book Two)

ABANDON ALL HOPE

THE HOPE BROTHERS SERIES

BOOK TWO

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2015 HONEY PALOMINO

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This book contains mature content and is intended for adults only.

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“Hope never abandons you, you abandon it.” ~George Weinberg

“How many women did you invite, Eva?”  Lee Haggard asked after pulling Eva out to the balcony of her bedroom and away from the group of women waiting by her bed.

“I know it’s more than I told you,” she replied, stroking Lee’s arm reassuringly.  “But really - what’s the difference between three and seven?”

“Four, Eva! Four! That’s eight more eyes than I agreed to. Hell, I’m not just a piece of meat for you to display to your friends,” Lee growled.

Eva smiled, reaching down and cupping Lee’s famously enormous package.

“Of course you aren’t, sweetheart, you’re better than a dead piece of meat.  You’re alive!”  she squeezed him firmly and rubbed her ample bosom against his arm seductively.

“This is just weird, Eva.  I went along with it the first time,” he said, pulling her hand away. “But you’re making feel like…like a fucking whore or something.”

Eva’s eyes squinted and then instantly lit up.

“That’s it! Stay right here!” she insisted, pressing her palm against his chest, and then turning and running back to the waiting crowd of eager women.  

Lee shook his head, and looked out over the balcony and up at the bright moon that hung over the tall pine trees that surrounded Eva Montgomery’s property.  Why Eva insisted on holding this little party at her house, the very same house she shared with her husband, who just happened to also be the sheriff of Sugar Hill county, was beyond him.  

If he had to guess, he’d have to say she liked the risk of being caught. Hell, if he was being honest, he’d have to admit he was guilty of getting his thrills from it, too.

There was something about pushing the envelope to the edge of danger that made him feel alive.

As if to remind of him of exactly how alive he was, his cock twitched expectantly.   Eva usually just invited a friend or two for a little roll in the hay and he was gone as soon as it was over.

But she had something else in mind this time.  He agreed to her shenanigans during a drunken late night hook up, and now that he was faced with the additional women in the room, he was regretting it.  

He wasn’t just some circus act with a big dick, and to hell with Eva if that’s what she expected him to do.

He had just decided to leave when Eva came running back out with a sly grin spread across on her pretty face, her black mane flowing down her shoulders,  thrusting a straw cowboy hat full of money at him.

“What’s this?”

“Admission fees,” she said, pulling out a twenty dollar bill from the top, and tucking it into her bra.  “The rest is your cut.”

Lee took one look at the money, then gazed through the French door and into the eyes of seven women expecting something from him.  Something that he could easily give them, if he just adjusted his standards a little.

“All this money just to see it?” Lee asked.

“Yep.”

Lee’s head began spinning - all the odd jobs he had done over the years to survive, all the back-breaking work he had done under the blazing Texas sun, all the mind-numbing bullshit he had put up with from asshole bosses with power trips…he had hated every second of every job he ever had.

His only other choice had been to work on the family farm, and he had done that, too, but it wasn’t any better.  Hell, parts of it had been worse.  Working with the Haggard family was not all that it was cracked up to be.

And now, here were these women, throwing money into a goddamned cowboy hat, just to see what he was so used to whipping out just for fun?

“No way,” he replied, loud enough for the other women to hear, shaking his head as he began walking back in to leave.  They parted to allow his large towering frame pass by, their eyes filled with disappointment at his words.

“Why not?” Eva called to his back.  He paused, reaching for the door handle.  

“It just wouldn’t be right,” he said, tipping his hat.  “Sorry, ladies.”

“Wait! What if we do it privately? One on one?”

The women began nodding in excited agreement.

Lee turned back to them, and shook his head again, “I don’t know…”

“C’mon, Lee,” Eva asked, sidling up to him.

“I’d pay double,” a soft voice spoke up, her drawl thick and smooth.  Dixie Clark was a debutante married to the mayor of Sugar Hill.  Dixie did nothing to hide the fact that the Mayor was a little too busy with his job to properly attend to his wife.  Hell, she told anyone that would listen how horny she was. She pulled a huge wad of cash from her bra, peeled off three hundred dollar bills and threw them in the hat that Eva was still holding.

“I’d pay triple…for a lot more than a showing,”  Lucy Martin, murmured from behind Dixie with a wink thrown Lee’s way.  Lucy was the widow of the County Commissioner, who was also the heir of one of the biggest oil dynasties in Texas.  She added six more hundreds to the pile and smiled expectantly at Lee.

Lee’s eyes squinted, he took a deep breath, and walked back to the women, taking the hat from Eva and staring down at the overflowing pile of bills.

“I think this could be a lucrative adventure for you, Lee, for both of us,” Eva whispered hastily. “I could coordinate everything for you…private appointments, you know?  Sugar Hill needs a man like you, Lee.”

“I’ve been here all along,” Lee replied.

“That’s true.  And you’ve done so much for the community,” she drawled, a mischievous grin spreading across her pretty face. “It’s time you let us give something back in return, don’t you think?”

“Goddammit, Eva, you are one crazy bitch,” he replied.  She laughed delightfully and clapped her hands again.  She kissed him on the cheek, and he shook his head before turning back to the women, a sly grin on his face. 

“Let’s give these ladies what they came here for,” he said to them all, as he slowly pulled open the snaps on his pearl-buttoned black western shirt.  The room filled with appreciative moans as he shrugged it off, leaving only his hat, jeans and boots on his tall frame.

“Alright, now, y’all ready?” he asked, his fingers on the button of his tight Wranglers.  They all nodded enthusiastically, and Eva, Dixie and Lucy all sank to their knees in front of him.  

He shook his head and smiled, as he unzipped his jeans, exposing the most famous pleasure ride of Sugar Hill county.  

A chorus of ooh’s and ahh’s escaped from the lips of the curious women.  Eva looked on proudly, as if she had created the magnificent masterpiece herself.

Dixie’s hand floated through the air between them, reaching out to touch the twitching temptation. 

“No touching!” Eva said, slapping her hand away. “Terms of each individual private appointment will be negotiated - with me - ahead of time.”

Lee raised an eyebrow, impressed at her business sense, his head spinning with possibilities that had never crossed his mind before.  Possibilities of financial stability, without breaking his back - the one thing that had eluded him for years.  

Hell, they always said find what you love, and you’ll never work another day in your life.

“Get a good look ladies, because you won’t see another specimen this fine in all of Sugar Hill,” Eva stated.

“You’d know, too,” Dixie said to Eva.

“Don’t be jealous, Dixie,” Eva retorted.

“Well, I’d believe this was the best with or without your slutty comparisons,” Dixie replied.  “When do I get my appointment?” she asked, her eyes glued to Lee’s throbbing perfection in front of her.  She inspected it visually, each curve, every throbbing vein, the perfect skin stretching enticingly, begging to be touched, to be utilized for exactly what it was put on God’s green Earth to do - please women.

“I’ll be in touch,” Eva said, jumping up, clapping her hands. “That’s all for tonight, ladies.  If you want a private session with the exquisitely skilled and endowed Lee Haggard, you’ll have to go through me.  Get in touch, be generous, be discrete, and we’ll all be much happier women, I guarantee!  Alright, everyone out!”

Lee took a few steps back and did his best to wrangle his stubborn stallion back into its stall, as the women streamed out of Eva’s bedroom, one by one flashing him a smile and murmuring words of approval as they passed.