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Copyright ©2012

First published in 2012

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CONTENTS

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

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Hollis Boys 2: Trail of Lust

Copyright (C) June 2012 by Em Petrova

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Dedication
To all those who support me in fulfilling my dreams.
Acknowledgement

Thank you to the amazing team at Loose Id, Suzanne Rock for listening to me vent and allowing me to ping ideas off her, and as always, thanks to my wonderful family, who is willing to eat another damn grilled cheese sandwich so I can work longer.

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Chapter One

"Thank the Lord above that you're here, Hollis. I need a strong pair of arms for this job.” Silas Allen's voice sounded from the darkened depths of the cow barn.

Graham Hollis squinted into the dimness, pausing in the entrance to let his eyes adjust. The reek of hay and animal filled his senses. A shaft of light broke through the high window, and dust motes swirled hectically in the beam. He stepped into the barn, and his eyes seemed to immediately adjust.

"I'm glad to help.” He extended a hand to his neighbor, and they shook. Silas was an hour's hard ride from Graham's family ranch—the Hollis Ranch. A work hand had arrived at the house early that morning, asking for help with pulling a calf.

"How long has she been having difficulty?” Graham asked Silas. He crossed the barn to the stall, from which the sounds of heavy breathing emanated. He zeroed in on the heifer, taking stock of her condition instantly. She was looking drained—not a good sign. The Hollises were known for raising horseflesh, but they raised their share of other livestock to live on. They'd even supplied the Confederacy during the war.

Jerking away from that thought, Graham knelt down in the hay before the reclining cow. Her belly hitched and rolled, her thick brown hide quivering. A long, guttural noise burst from her muzzle.

"She needs attention and quick."

"Yessir, that calf's been trying to set eyes on the world for many hours now. As soon as I realized Clarabell wasn't going to birth it on her own, I sent for you,” Silas said.

Graham cast a sidelong look at the slip of a woman hiding in the shadows. “Why don't you fetch me that rope on the far wall?” His command was followed by a stunned silence.

"Come on out here, Kathleen, and do the man's bidding,” Silas said to his daughter.

As a lithe young woman scurried across the hay, her thick auburn hair a tangled braid on her spine, Graham hid his grin. The Allen girl was known as “Nibby” to her neighbors because as a little girl, she was always skulking around where she wasn't allowed, listening to important adult conversations. She'd earned the name because her face was usually pressed to the window, her nose mashed into a nib.

Her light footsteps tripped back to him. She thrust a rope over his shoulder. He sat back on his heels and started rolling up his shirtsleeves in preparation for the dirty business of calf pulling.

"Just hold on to it, Nibby,” he said. She grunted, and he smiled outright at her obvious discomposure at being called Nibby. Did she think he wouldn't remember after all these years? The war had stolen a lot of memories from him and replaced them with bad ones, but he recalled the days before he and his cousin Xander rode off to join up with the Second Cavalry. They'd swung by the Allen place and spent some time putting up hay for them. Nibby had followed him all over the ranch.

She shifted closer at the same moment Graham drew a deep breath. The perfume of lavender and pure female walloped him. Not just female.
Aroused
female.

Unable to stop himself, he cast a glance over his shoulder, finding her inches away. If he turned fully, he'd be directly in front of her sex. Visions ripped through him of pushing her skirts up, the fabric draping over his wrists as he leaned in and inhaled that delicious perfumed spot between her thighs—

Fuck. You're in need of a trip to town
. No whorehouse could fulfill the need in him for a tender woman, though. The cats that strutted in those houses were far from naive.

Nibby should be at least eighteen by now, shouldn't she? He passed a hand over his face, hoping to scramble the lust on his features before her father called him out.

He accepted the rope from her. “Thank you kindly."

"You're welcome,” came her soft reply.

The hairs on his nape lifted to the whispery sound, every inch of his cock on fire now. Damn, he was going to have to pull this calf and hightail it out of here before Silas caught sight of his erection.

Hoping she'd move away, he wrapped the rope around the small cloven hooves of the calf that were visibly protruding from its mother. As he looped the rope, he had to reach inside the cow's slimy womb. Another long moan sounded.

"Oh, poor Clarabell.” Nibby scooted around him and dropped to her knees at the cow's head.

"You be careful there, miss. She's a might unhappy.” Graham tugged on the rope, checking to see if it was secure. “Silas, do you happen to have a lantern? I could use a spot of light."

"Sure do.” Footsteps crunched behind them as Kathleen's father went off in search of a lantern. Hopefully he wouldn't go too damn far. After gulping breath after breath of the woman's scent, Graham couldn't be responsible for his actions. His cock was about to burst the confines of his pants.

He cast a sidelong look at her and found her staring at him openly. Without meaning to, he let his gaze roam downward to the lush globes of her breasts pressing against the white linen of her blouse.

Oh Lord.

In recent years, he hadn't been a praying man, but at this minute, he needed all the help he could get. It might take divine intervention to keep him from closing his hand over one of those round breasts and clamping the other on her waspish waist.

"How old are you?” he asked with too much force.

Her eyes widened, flashing a darker hue. What color were they exactly? Now Graham wanted the lantern light so he could discern their color. Her pouty pink lips opened and then shut abruptly in shock at his ungentlemanly question.

Finally, she seemed to gain her wits as the crunch of hay preceded her father to the stall. “You remember that horrid nickname, Mr. Hollis. I'm surprised you don't recall my age."

He tore his gaze from her mouth before he lunged forward and kissed the hell out of her. He gave the rope another tug to distract himself, and the cow released another low. “I was a grown man the last time I saw you, remember. And you were barely knee-high."

Even through the dim light, he saw her face mottle dark red. Pitching her voice low, she infused it with the wrath he'd ignited.

"I was
not
knee-high, Mr. Hollis. In fact, I was ten years old!"

"Which makes you...?"

"Eighteen."

"Here you are, Hollis.” Silas moved into the wooden stall with them, the glowing lantern held aloft. Tension crackled in the very air. Nibby tore her gaze from Graham's but not before he got a good look at her eyes.

Fuck, cornflower blue. I'm a dead man.

Without ceremony, he wrapped the coarse rope around both hands. He locked his muscles and tugged. The calf moved within its warm, wet home, the bony ankles appearing. The cow's belly undulated. He yanked again, digging in his boot heels to gain some traction. The calf continued to come inch by precious inch.

At Clarabell's head, Nibby crooned, using quiet, nonsensical words. A barn cat slinked up to her and began to rub itself on her hip.

"Christ,” he said before he could bite off the curse.

Nibby shot him a glance that went straight to his groin. If he didn't get out of here soon, he'd be unmanned in a dank barn and be forced to ride home in a state of sticky wetness.

He put his back into pulling the calf. He used as much exertion on the rope as he could. The little body gave a few inches at once, and he nearly toppled backward. Nibby loosed a gasp that only served to ignite him further. Lurid thoughts revolved through his mind. Could he make her issue that sound in bed?

With a primal roar, he pulled the body of the calf from its mother. It slid into the hay nose first—a wet and sloppy and solid little form.

Nibby cried out and jumped to her feet. Graham released the rope and clenched his hands into fists to keep from grabbing the woman, tossing her over his shoulder, and making off with her.

A Hollis never dallies, he reminded himself. The men in his family didn't trifle with women. They married them or they kept their peckers in their pants.

As Graham recovered from his panting desire, Silas pushed past him and quickly unbound the calf's front legs. The heifer lurched upward to nudge its baby. It began licking it with long, slow laps of its tongue.

Nibby drifted a step backward until she stood at Graham's side. Heat ebbed off her tight little body and scorched him.

"I thank you mightily for that, Hollis,” Silas was saying. The older gentleman stood and brushed the loose bits of hay from his pants. “There's a spring out back where you can clean up.” He swung his bright gaze to his daughter, who was blushing furiously.

What was going on in her pretty little head? Graham didn't even want to know.

"Kathleen will show you the way."

Graham wanted nothing more than to turn on his heel and run back to his horse. He needed to get the hell away from Kathleen, not to be left alone with her, copious amounts of water, and a white, lace-trimmed linen shirt that would so easily reveal the color of her skin beneath when wet.

He thwacked a hand against his thigh. Through a tense jaw, he spoke. “Thank you kindly."

Was that a puff of air leaving her lips? His cock hardened more, if such a thing were possible.

"Uh... Just this way, Mr. Hollis.” She slipped past him without even a brushing of their sleeves. His balls drew up tightly to his body as the air stirred around her, the currents bringing her scent fully into his head once more.

Stiffly, he followed a few paces behind her. Try as he might, he couldn't keep his gaze from scouring her curves. Her waist was tinier than he'd first thought, her hips swelling out in womanly splendor. She kept her back ramrod straight, but she moved with the loping grace of a woman well accustomed to country living.

He flicked his gaze down to her feet. Her bare heels flashed beneath her churning skirts. How many petticoats did she have on? Surely she was outfitted like a proper lady, being eighteen.

Eighteen and fair game.

He stifled a groan. Sweat had broken out all over his body, and it had very little to do with pulling that calf. Need blazed within him, a wildfire that would not be easily doused.

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