Lassoing the Virgin Mail-Order Bride(29)
I ended up buying the Johnson ranch, and Brandon still runs it. He turned it into a sheep farm, and it does almost as well as the cattle I’ve got here. I don’t have as big of a crew here anymore, what with that side of the business doing so well. I’ve still got about six guys on staff here, including Earl, who has become the grandpa to our little tribe.
The kids love him, and he’s always felt like family, so it just felt natural when we started calling him Grandpa. The old guy likes it just as much according to the smile permanently plastered on his face.
“Come on the porch with me and sit awhile, Mrs. McCallister,” I say against her skin.
Clare shivers under my touch and looks over to where the kids are. They’re all sitting cross-legged on the floor, hanging on every word of the book. She nods and I take her hand, pulling her out the side door and onto the swing with me.
She hums a soft song as I hold her, kissing her forehead and watching the sun go down. We have a simple life here, but it’s the most perfect one I could ever imagine. Clare makes everything easy, and our lives just flow. It’s as if wave after wave of love keeps moving around us, and it’s all her doing.
Clare is the glue that holds me together and the rhythm that makes this place run. She’s the one the boys run to when they scrape their knees and the ones the girls follow around pretending to be just like her. Everything she touches falls in love with her, so I make sure to keep her touches just for me. Even after all these years, I’m still a jealous bastard when it comes to sharing her attention. Thankfully, she understands this and ignores me when I’m being unreasonable.
She’s the other half of my soul and has given me a life I could only have dreamed of years before this. And as I hold her to me and our kids come out one by one to sit on our laps, I just smile and think about how damn lucky I am that she chose me.
The End
The Breeding Series
by
Alexa Riley
Sean Sparrow has one more job to pull: break into the bank, steal what he was hired to take, and get out. He plans everything to the very last detail, sure of success... until he sees Tessa.
Tessa Martin lives a humdrum life. With a boring job and a crappy roommate, she's sure there must be more to life than this. She's not prepared for the muscle-bound bearded man who walks into her life, offering her everything she's ever wanted.
When Sean breaks down all of Tessa's walls, she has no choice but to fall hard and fast.
But when the truth comes out, and Sean is fully revealed to her, will their instalove be enough to hold them together?
Warning: This book hero is over-the-top obsessed, totally head over heels in love, and desperate to make babies with the heroine ASAP. If you want a fun read with SUPER hot steam, Kindle-melting love, and a beard to rub between thighs, then this book is for you
Chapter 1
Sean
“Oh, f*ck, just like that. Take it all the way to the back of your throat.”
The slurping noise from the woman on her knees a few feet from me makes me clench my jaw. The smell of cigars and sex coats the air, making me wish I didn’t have to breathe in the stench.
“Oh, right there. Swallow it all,” Nick mumbles as the slurping noise grows louder, and he grunts his release.
Fucking hell, this is why I like to work alone. Being in the back of a seedy strip club after hours is making my skin crawl.
One last job. I keep reminding myself why I’m here. I’m going to have to scrub my body with sandpaper when I leave this place. I’ll need a scalding hot shower and might even burn my clothes. God knows what’s happened in the very seat I’m sitting in.
“You want her next? Maybe she can pull that stick out of your ass.” Nick laughs at his own joke as the woman pulls herself to her feet. She stumbles as she gets up, almost falling over in her heels. Who knows what she’s on. From how rail thin she is and the glazed look in her sunken eyes, I’m guessing something heavy.
She steps towards me like my silence is an invitation, but I stop her in her tracks with a stare. I’d rather cut my f*cking dick off than let her anywhere near it.
“Come on, man. Loosen the f*ck up,” Nick says as he adjusts himself and grabs a beer from the table next to him.
“I’m leaving in five.” I clip my words, making them hard. This meeting was supposed to start twenty minutes ago, and I have shit to do. Okay, maybe not shit to do, but I have somewhere else I want to be.
Stuck in the back of a strip club, waiting for the boss to show up, is not my idea of a good time. I took this job for one reason: a diversion. I need these guys, and I’m on a time crunch. Time that is ticking away and being wasted at this very moment. I normally like to work alone, but this job is paying me enough that I can finally retire. I’ll be set for life if everything goes according to plan. If being the operative word.
These guys think we’re just robbing a bank, which we are, but I’m after something else. A bank job isn’t enough to have me hanging up my gun, but my real reason for breaking into the bank will give me the good life. There’s a very important deposit box inside that vault, and that’s my moneymaker. That box is the real reason I’ve hooked up with these clowns, and they’re the only way I can get into it with the time I’ve got left.