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this time and even more overwhelming.

He was right about one thing, having sex with him certainly left

a permanent mark on her soul. Determined to leave him just as

affected as she was, she arched her body and pushed back against his

pounding thrusts.

“Damn, your ass is so hot.” He gripped her hips, his fingertips

digging into the soft flesh. “I want to fuck your ass. Will you let

me?”

She’d never experienced that before, and the suggestion would

have normally been a turn-off for her, but in this moment with this

man, she was all in.

“Anything you want,” she agreed, nodding her head. “Just don’t

stop!”

His smile grew, taking on a wild and dangerous edge, as he

wrapped one arm under her hips, and lifted her. She yelped at the

sudden weightlessness and wiggled against him, still impaled on his

cock.

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“What are you doing?” she protested.

“I’m going to fuck your ass, but I’m not going to hurt you doing

it.” Carrying her across the room, he stopped at the edge of the bed,

and let her down on the soft mattress. Bent over the bed, she

grumbled when he pulled out of her to reach for his nightstand.

“I said don’t stop!”

“Impatient brat,” he teased, “Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth the

interruption.”

Coming back to her with a small tube in his hand, he stroked his

own cock as he appraised her waiting body. “So fucking hot. I could

come just looking at your wet pussy open and waiting for me.”

“If you don’t get a move on I’m going to finish this myself,” she

snapped. Sexual frustration made her bitchy, but she couldn’t seem to

help it. The need inside her was too strong to ignore.

He shut her up pretty quickly when he opened the tube and

squeezed cold lube all over her innocent asshole. Hissing out a breath

of irritation, she clenched her ass cheeks.

“Damn, that’s going to be even hotter with my cock inside you.”

His fingertip circled her tight opening, wetting it with the lube

until she relaxed enough to push inside. The feeling was odd, but not

painful. It was so dirty and taboo that it made her pussy spasm with a

small climax, and she cried out.

“If it’s too much just tell me, baby.”

The first finger was joined by a second and a third as he eased

her open. The process was taking too long for her tastes, but the

knowledge that his cock was significantly bigger than his fingers kept

her from asking him to speed up again.

He played with her until she began thrusting back on his fingers,

silently begging for more, and then he pulled his hand away and

placed his cock against her anus. “Take a deep breath, and when you

let it out, push back against me. That will make it easier.”

Following his instructions, she could feel her heart racing in a

combined mass of fear and anticipation. The stretching was

accompanied by an uncomfortable burning sensation as he spread her

open with short, slow thrusts. One inch at a time, he took another

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virginity from her, and once again showed her that the sexy man she

desired so much, was as tender and generous in his lovemaking as he

was raw and passionate.

She stopped him when he got about three quarters of the way

inside, and caught her breath.

“Is it too much?” His voice was tight with the strain of his

control.

“Yes, no, I don’t know.” She sent him a pleading look over her

shoulder. “I can feel you in every nerve of my body. I’m so close to

coming, but I just…I don’t know what I want.”

His jaw tightened, but his lips curved up, and he nodded. “Let’s

try something else.” Slipping his hand underneath her, he reached for

her clit, and began pinching and stroking it in short tight circles. It

was just enough for her to jump over the edge, and she screamed out

her orgasm into the bedspread as he thrust the final bit and the hair on

his groin tickled her ass.

Holding completely still while she jerked and spasmed beneath

him, his breathing increased, and she could feel his cock growing

even more. He was close.

“Vin?” she murmured huskily, “Come for me. Show me how

much you want me.”

His eyes widened at her dirty talk, but he took her up on the

challenge, pulling out and thrusting in, over and over until they were

both covered in sweat and panting for air. Using his hold on her clit

he brought her back to orgasm fairly quickly, but this time, he went

over the edge with her, and filled her ass with his hot cum.

It was a unique experience, and one she’d never forget. She’d

given herself to him in every way possible now. Between their

unprotected sex earlier, and the anal sex, she was completely full of

Vin, and she had no regrets. For now.

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August 10 – Six rain-soaked days and counting…

“What do you mean the ranch is flooded?”

Drannon’s voice was verging on panicked, and Vin was hesitant

to tell him any more. The man was technically on his honeymoon,

after all.

Switching the cell phone to his other ear, he tried to ease his

brother’s fears. “The water is just a bit higher than we’re used to.

Look, we have it under control. Don’t worry about it. Just enjoy your

new wife until you have to fly back tomorrow.”

“Is there a lot of damage? Maybe we can get an earlier flight.”

“D, I’ve got this. You and Lacy deserve at least one day of

wedded bliss without the baggage this ranch brings.”

“That ranch is our livelihood. I knew we should have postponed

our wedding plans.”

Vin could hear Lacy’s voice in the background, and Drannon

grumbled something back to her before speaking to Vin again.

“I’ll be home in twenty-four hours. If you need me sooner, just

call.”

“I won’t be calling.”

“Have you heard from Roman or Hawke?”

“Marilyn spoke to them early this morning. They made it safe,

but the highway’s been closed because of the flooding, so they’re

stuck for an extra day or two.”

“Did they get the bull?”

“Sure did, and for a great price. It seems turnout at the auction

was a lot smaller than normal because of the weather.”

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“Sunshine behind the storm,” Drannon said, echoing Sera’s

familiar words.

“Go spend some money in a casino, or take your woman out on

the town. I’ve heard there’s a great fountain show or something at

one of those places in Vegas.”

“All right, I’ll call you guys later this evening and see how

things are going.”

“If you must,” Vin said with a sigh. After he ended the call, Vin

was considering the pros and cons of leaving the ringer shut off to

avoid his older brother’s worries, but decided he’d react the same

way if the situation was reversed.

The study door swung open, and Jeanette’s pretty face appeared.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You’re not. I just hung up. Drannon was checking in.”

Grimacing, she gave him a worried look. “Is he on the next flight

back?”

“Thankfully, no. I convinced him to stay in Vegas by holding his

new bride over his head. Lacy deserves a few moments of peace

before they come back to help clean up.” Scratching his nails over his

scalp he thought of making love to his own woman the night before.

Lauren had been as insatiable as he was, and they’d spent the night in

each other’s arms, using and abusing their bodies until they were too

exhausted to move and fell asleep together. It was the best night of

his life.

“For what it’s worth I’m willing to do whatever I can to help

out,” Jeanette offered, moving to the bookshelf to put a book she held

away before removing another. It was one of Vin’s favorite titles, but

he was surprised to see her reading science fiction.

“I appreciate that.”

Her brown eyes widened, “No I really mean it. I’m not just

saying it. This is my home too now, and I want to be a part of the

team.”

“You might regret that,” he said with a chuckle, “This team is

known for practical jokes and name calling.”

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“So I’ve heard,” she replied with a grin. When she smiled, she

seemed to light up from inside. “How long before the water goes

down.”

“Weatherman says the rain will stop this afternoon, but the water

isn’t likely to crest until tomorrow. Most likely just before D and

Lacy fly back. It shouldn’t take long after that for the water to recede,

but we’ll be cleaning up the debris for a while.”

She took a seat on the chaise across from him, and propped her

chin on her hand. “How long have you been on the ranch?”

“Since I was three. My mom gave me up to the state because she

couldn’t take care of me, and the Crawleys took me in.” He played

with the cover on his cell phone, his eyes dancing away from hers.

Discussing his past always made him uncomfortable.

“I’ve heard nothing but good things about the Crawleys,” she

commented. “Everyone talks about them like they were saints.”

“In a lot of ways they were, but at heart, they were just good

people. They weren’t able to have children, but they knew they could

still be parents. We were the lucky ones getting them for parents,”

Vin said, pushing to his feet. “I’d better get out to the barn. Daniel

and a couple of the hands are going to ride out to look for Munchkin

again now that it’s light out.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Not at all. I just have a lot on my plate right now.” He headed

for the door, and then paused. “And if I didn’t say so before, Jeanette,

welcome to the family.”

She smiled again, and tapped the paperback against her knee.

“Thank you. I think I’m going to like it here.”

~ ~ ~ ~

Jeanette was on her way upstairs with her book in hand when

someone knocked on the front door. She paused in the foyer unsure

whether or not she should answer the door or walk away. It wasn’t

exactly her house, but she was a resident here now. When the visitor

knocked again, she shrugged and opened the door.

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The man on the front porch was the epitome of tall, dark, and

handsome. With scruff covering his jaw and slate-gray eyes, he made

her heart flip-flop in her chest when he smiled at her in confusion.

“Um, hello. I don’t believe we’ve met,” he said, offering his

hand through the doorway. “I’m Bran, Sherriff Brandon Bowers, that

is.”

“Oh hi! I’ve heard a lot about you!” She accepted the handshake

and held the door open. “I’m Dr. Jeanette Hall.”

“The psychologist?”

“The one and only.”

“Forgive me, but you don’t look old enough to be a doctor,”

Bran said, his eyes darting around the foyer as he entered the house.

“I get that a lot. If you’re here for Vin, he just headed out to the

barn.”

“Um, actually I wanted to see if Miss Warren was around.”

Jeanette stared at him in confusion. Thankfully, Marilyn

appeared on the stairs and answered for her.

“He means Destiny, Jeanette. And she’s upstairs Bran. First door

on the right.” Marilyn continued on into the kitchen, and Jeanette

watched in astonishment as Bran hurried up the stairs, leaving her

alone in the foyer again.

Following Marilyn, she asked, “Did I miss something? Do the

Sherriff and Destiny know each other?”

“In a roundabout way. Bran is the one who found Destiny beaten

half to death. He’s been at her side every moment he can be. I think

he’s sweet on the girl,” Marilyn confided.

“So he knows what she went through?” Jeanette asked.

Marilyn nodded. “Unfortunately, yes.”

“I should warn him that she’s unlikely to be interested in any

sort of emotional attachment for years to come.” She felt protective

of Destiny. The young woman had only just begun confiding her

story, and Jeanette was afraid that the slightest push in any direction

would send her running back into her cave of seclusion. “PTSD

sufferers need support, pursuing her at this stage would—”

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“Doc, I know you’re saying all of this out of the goodness of

your heart, so please, don’t take offense when I say this, but stay out

of it. Bran is the one and only man Destiny will let close to her, and

as long as she accepts him, we’ll accept him.”

Jeanette felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment, and she

nodded. “Of course, I’m sorry. Sometimes my schooling leads my