Authors: Lora Leigh
August Heat (7 page)
Her pussy rippled
and she knew he felt it in the desperately stretched tunnel he was powering
into. Over and over. Fierce, desperate thrusts as she felt her body tighten,
her womb clench, her pussy spasm.
“Now.” She tried
to scream as she strained against her bonds, feeling her orgasm building,
surging…destroying.
Unconsciously, the
muscles of her anus clamped harder on his thrusting cock, her pussy clenching
on the dildo as every nerve ending in her body exploded. Seconds later, she
cried out again as she heard Sam’s ragged groan, felt his cock throb, expand,
then the hard, heated jets of his semen blasting into her anus, triggering
another, deeper orgasm and taking her breath along with it.
“Love you. Love
you. Oh God, baby. How I love you.” Sam collapsed against her, raining kisses
over her face, her lips, as his body jerked, trembled, his own release rippling
through each muscle and tendon.
Heather fought to
catch her breath, but the aftershocks of the orgasm stole it each time. She
shuddered beneath him, her own voice husky, ragged, as emotion rushed through
her.
“I love you, Sam.”
Tears dampened her cheeks, wet her lips. “I love you so much. But I need our
own home.” The dam had broken inside her. “I need our own family, our own
babies. Dammit, I want my own picture over my own fireplace.”
She was sobbing
now, barely aware of him pulling free of her, removing the dildo and gathering
her gently in his arms as he released her bonds.
“I want it all,”
she cried into his chest. “I want all of you.”
She would never
regret the time she had spent with his brothers, the sexual escapades, or the
wildly erotic knowledge that she could have one or all, whenever it pleased
her. No recriminations. No guilt. But she no longer wanted that. Had never
truly wanted it for longer than it had lasted. She had what she wanted, what
she needed, right now in her arms.
“Shh, baby.” His
lips stroked over her cheek. “It was always yours, Heather. Always. All you had
to do, baby, was tell me. All I needed was to know.”
“But you needed
your brothers.” She shook her head, hating her own tears. “You needed that
bond.”
“Heather.” He
pulled her head back and she was amazed at the depth of emotion she saw in his
gaze. “This, with you, is all I’ve ever really needed. Without this, no bond on
earth could save me, baby. My soul would wither away and die. You saved me,
Heather. I’m so sorry you didn’t feel you could come to me. Didn’t feel you
could trust me with your dream. The wounds healed slowly, baby, but you healed
them. I’m all yours. Always.”
The truth of his
words glistened in his eyes, in the single tear that tracked down his cheek.
“Our own home,” he
whispered then. “Our own picture over our own fireplace.” He placed his hand on
her abdomen. “Our own baby.” His voice lowered, becoming reverent, awed. “I
want our own baby, Heather.”
In his voice, in
his eyes, she saw the need, the dreams she was afraid he would never have.
“Our own baby.”
Her hand covered his. “I love you, Sam.”
“And I love you,
Heather. Forever, baby. Forever.”
Epilogue
Christmas, One Year Later
There were three
houses where once there had been one. Within sight of each other, front yards
facing the center of the main ranch yard. Each different. Each distinctive of
the couple who resided within.
Cade stood at the
large window of the suite of rooms he and Marly had renovated to allow them a
view of the other houses. The bedroom was larger, filled now with Marly’s
gentle, sometimes whimsical, tastes. But despite the feminine touches, it still
retained the more dominant flavor that the old room had. Heavy dark furniture,
large chairs, a wide bed. Not that he ever let her get far from him.
It had been a year
since she and the others had plotted and planned the final downfall of the
August men. Cade smiled. Being taken down had never been so good.
“Aren’t the lights
pretty?” Marly moved beside him, snuggling against him as he wrapped his arm
around her waist.
The lights were
indeed pretty. Each house had been strung with a multitude of festive colors.
Lighted icicles dripped from eaves, while candy cane colors wrapped around
porch posts, and multi-colored blinking confections surrounded windows. It was
a winter wonderland of holiday delights. Drace had loved each and every minute
of the sight of them. And soon, there would be a baby brother or sister to
share the excitement.
He ran his hand
over Marly’s distended abdomen, amazed at the life he could feel pulsing
beneath it. Twins. It terrified him. Heather was expecting as well. Sarah had
just given birth to Brock’s newborn daughter. A golden-haired little
heartbreaker they would all be hard-pressed to keep the beaus away from later.
The ranch was filling with life. With laughter. With love. With dreams he never
thought would be his own.
“Thank you.” He
pressed a kiss to his wife’s riotous curls.
She looked up at
him, her brilliant blue eyes misty with emotion.
“Thank you,” she
whispered. “For both our dreams, Cade. For daring to dream with me.”
Their arms
surrounded each other, their gazes returning to the view, and the future
stretching ahead of them.
Authors Note
Be watching for more news of your favorite
August family coming in the sequel series, The Men Of Madison, beginning with
Tina’s Temptation. It’s the story of an August relative, and our tough-as-nails
Madison County sheriff, Joshua Martinez. Hey, sheriffs have handcuffs. This
could get interesting.
On another note. I’ve received many emails
both for the sharing to continue and for a final healing with the August
Brothers. This is the healing. So why did I wait? Because at the time of the
completion of Heather’s Gift, the August Brothers, I felt, weren’t ready to let
go of that final security line that had helped them survive a brutal,
destructive past. They had survived. Perhaps not as you or I would have, but
they survived. They had to realize themselves, for their own peace of mind,
that the past was over and that dreams really do come true. They had to repair
that final bond themselves, and learn how to be brothers again. Something that
cannot be done overnight.
I hope you have all enjoyed the series. I
hope you saw what I felt as I wrote these books. The strength of these men who
had survived, who were strong, enduring. Men who had faced their worst
nightmare and eventually overcame the obstacles that their very survival had
put in their path. I hope you saw the love, the innate gentleness, and the
underlying craving for the love of the women they had set their hearts on.
Love
comes in so many forms. So many different faces and so many elusive ways, that
who’s to say what it can ultimately conquer?
God Bless you all this Christmas Season.
And I hope you have enjoyed this Christmas addition to the August Family. May
you all stay safe, happy, and most of all, loved.
Lora Leigh
About the author:
Lora Leigh is a
36-year-old wife and mother living in Kentucky. She dreams in bright, vivid
images of the characters intent on taking over her writing life, and fights a
constant battle to put them on the hard drive of her computer before they can
disappear as fast as they appeared.
Lora’s family, and her
writing life co-exist, if not in harmony, in relative peace with each other. An
understanding husband is the key to late nights with difficult scenes, and
stubborn characters. His insights into human nature, and the workings of the
male psyche provide her hours of laughter, and innumerable romantic ideas that
she works tirelessly to put into effect.
Lora welcomes mail from readers. You can
write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at P.O. Box 787, Hudson, Ohio
44236-0787.
Also by Lora Leigh:
·
Aiden’s Charity
·
Elemental Desires
·
Heather’s Gift
·
Jacob’s Faith
·
Law and Disorder
1: Moving Violations – with Veronica Chadwick
·
Marly’s Choice
·
Menage a Magick
·
Sarah’s Seduction
·
Seduction
·
Shadowed Legacy
·
Shattered Legacy
·
Submission
·
Surrender
·
Tempting The
Beast
·
The Man Within
·
Wolfe’s Hope
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