Before The Night Is Over
Montana Cowboys 2

Excerpt

Story Excerpt
Kale Dunn watched with amusement and then admiration, as the red-haired woman stomped through the throng of people inside the Saddle Club and headed straight for the unsuspecting guy standing next to the pool table. Kale’s mouth flopped open when she pulled back her fist and decked the guy, dropping him to the floor.
“Holy shit! Did you see that?” he asked the guy sitting next to him at the bar.
“What?”
“The red head over there just decked Jeff Cox.”
“Really? Where?”
“By the pool table,” he replied before he grabbed his beer bottle from the bar and moved toward the ruckus.
The woman struggled against the arms holding her as she let out a string of cuss words with enough color to make a sailor blush. “You son of a bitch! Get up, Jeff. You fucking coward!” she yelled. Her intended target still sat on the floor rubbing his chin.
“Calm down, Laurel,” Jeff said.
“Calm down my ass!” She pulled one arm free. “If you are such a man, why the hell don’t you face me? You beat up on my little sister until she’s black and blue, and then you come down here and pick up some other chick. You’re nothing but a fucking pussy!”
“It’s none of your business what Elizabeth and I do at home.”
“Bullshit! She’s my sister and you will not lay a hand on her again. I’ll kill you myself before I let you hurt her anymore.”
Kale’s admiration grew by leaps and bounds when he heard her words. Only a coward of a man would hit a woman. Unfortunately, he knew the guy and he had to get involved.
Red curls framed her face and spilled down her back in a cascading wave of fire. Black jeans hugged her hips and a white tank top curled around her breasts like a lover’s hand. Shit kicker boots sliced through the air as she tried to worm her way free of the two men holding her.
Long legs outlined by the tight jeans and a taut butt ripe as two perfectly formed cantaloupes, had his palms itching to cup the mounds just to see if they felt good in his hands.
Kale controlled his laughter, but he couldn't stop the twitching of his lips. One petite five-foot-three woman took down a six-foot man with one punch. Her knuckles probably throbbed and burned from the impact, but she didn’t seem to notice.
“What seems to be the trouble here?” Kale asked, coming to stand between the woman and Jeff, who had just picked himself up off the floor.
“Who the hell are you?” she asked, irritation clear in her tone.
Sapphire blue eyes spit fire at him and he wondered if he really should get in the middle of this, but he couldn’t help it. She intrigued him beyond her dazzling looks and take-no-shit attitude.
“Kale Dunn. You?”
“Laurel Hayes,” she snarled, her gaze focused on the man behind him. “You don’t need to get involved in this, Mr. Dunn. This is between me and ass-wipe there.”
“I disagree. You see, Mr. Cox is my employee.”
“You own the Bar KD?” Her gaze fixed on him finally and his heart slammed against his ribs. Damn, she’s got pretty eyes to go along with the knock-out body.
“Yes, ma’am. I can’t let you go around beatin’ up my guys. I need him to ride tomorrow,” Kale replied as he tried to hide his amusement. He nodded to the guys holding her to release her. Wrong move. She immediately lunged at Jeff again, so Kale grabbed her around the waist and hauled her up against his chest. With a sharp jab, her elbow connected with his jaw and they both tumbled to the floor. The air left his lungs in a whoosh when all one hundred twenty pounds of her landed on top of him.
“Let go,” she spat, twisting and turning in his arms. Her butt rubbed against his groin, immediately bringing his dick to attention.
“Sorry, babe. No can do. But if you don’t stop squirming like that, we’ll be doin’ our own little dance in the front seat of my truck.”
A cold shower wouldn’t have brought such a quick response as she immediately stopped moving. Air rushed from between her lips in rapid, panting puffs, making her chest heave and push against his arm.
“Are you gonna behave, Red?”
“Fine,” she ground out between clenched teeth. “And don’t call me Red. I hate it.”
Releasing a low grunt, he rolled over so she lay beneath him and then brought them both to their feet without letting her out of his arms. His job of wrestling cattle all day came in handy some times.
Kale faced Jeff and said, “I do believe you should be goin’ home, Jeff, before Red here gets loose and takes you down again. I expect to see you in my office first thing tomorrow morning. Pack your gear before you come.”
“Pack my gear?”
“Yep. You’re done at the Bar KD. Find another outfit to work for. I’ll have your check ready.”
“You’ll pay for this, Laurel,” Jeff snarled as he snatched his hat off the floor and moved toward the door.
Kale watched his employee stomp through the crowd and bang the door hard against the wall as he left. The crowd around them dissipated now that the fun had waned.
Laurel stood in the circle of his arms with the curve of her ass cradling his erection. The faint smell of sweet pea wrapped around his senses and he fought the urge to bury his nose in the slope of her neck.
“You can let go now,” she said. “There isn’t anyone else here I want to kill.”
He eased his arm from around her just in case she decided to hit someone else and she stepped out of his embrace, leaving a cold, empty space. When she turned to face him, the sight of her hair in wild disarray, her eyes sparkling with anger, and her lips pursed in a pout, made his heart pound and blood rush to his ears. It had been a while since any woman turned him on like this so fast.
“Can I buy you a beer?”

Adult Excerpt

She spun around to face him, startled by the closeness of his voice. Her gaze swept from his eyes, over his bare torso and down his abdomen. No way she could miss the morning wood he sported. The moment he’d opened the door to find her standing on his porch, his dick jumped to attention in a full raging hard-on.
“Let me go throw a T-shirt on,” he said, stepping back, hoping the distance would give him a little breathing room.
“Don’t get dressed on my account,” she replied in a breathless whisper as she moved close and tipped her head back.
The strawberry pink of her lips parted and her eyes sparkled in the bright morning light. Her fingertips seared the skin of his chest like a hot branding iron.
“Laurel,” he murmured. “You’re playin’ with fire, darlin’.”
Lips brushed his chest and he stifled a groan. “I need the heat, Kale. It’s been a long time for me.”
He wrapped his hand in her long, red hair and tugged her close so he could pull her mouth to his. The touch of her lips burned him clear to the center of his soul. Tongues mated and danced, from her mouth to his and back. She tasted of peppermint, chocolate, and woman. The rough material of her uniform rubbed over his skin, abrading his nipples, and bringing them to aching points. Both of her hands went up around his shoulders and behind his neck as she angled her mouth against his and swallowed the moan he released. The twin shirttails slid from her waistband with a tug of his fingers. The need to feel her skin—every inch of the creamy flesh he’d seen the other day—drove him past rational thought. His lips left hers to blaze a trail over her cheek to the tempting flesh of her ear. He nibbled and licked as his fingers worked the buttons of her shirt until it parted under his hands.
“So soft,” he murmured, trailing his tongue down her neck. Sharp, short pants rasped through the air when he lifted his mouth from her skin.
The shirt fell to the floor at their feet followed quickly by her bra. Gorgeous, rosy nipples met his gaze. Full breasts—just enough to fill his hands, took his breath away. “Damn you’re gorgeous, honey.”
The buckle at her waist clinked and rattled when he unfastened it. Fortunately, she left her heavy belt, gun and assorted cop paraphernalia in the car.
“Let me,” she murmured, jerking the belt until it fell loose at her waist and her pants dropped to the floor.
Black lace panties caught his eye and he smiled. “Nice.”
“Not my usual work attire. You got lucky.”
“Lucky is my middle name where you’re concerned, darlin’.” The thumb on each hand slipped beneath the edges of that sexy underwear and peeled them down her hips. They pooled with the growing pile of her clothes.
“Lord have mercy. You are a sight for sore eyes, honey.” His lips trailed across her chest, stopped to suck a pert nipple between his lips, and continued down her flat abdomen until his nose stopped at her pubic bone. “Open.” Her thighs quivered under his hands when she spread her legs. “Lean back on the arm of the chair behind you.” Pink, blood engorged pussy lips met his gaze, driving him insane with the need to taste her. Juices glistened on the outer aspect of the treasure he sought. The scent of her arousal surrounded him as he inhaled and rubbed his whiskered cheek over her inner thigh, knowing he would be leaving whisker burn on spots he hoped he’d see again. He slipped her legs over his shoulders and braced his hands on her hips. One swipe of his tongue on her clit and more thick cream spilled from her pussy as a desperate moan left her lips.
“Do that again,” she murmured.
He glanced up to see her head thrown back, glossy red hair spilling down, and her eyes closed in rapture.
“My pleasure.” He hummed against the hood covering her clit and then nipped at the skin.
Stiffening his tongue, he dipped between her outer pussy lips to dive into the soaking channel of her sex and then slipped up and over her clit. Several swipes of his tongue and she trembled like a leaf in a tornado. Her whole body shook, revealing her need for him whether she would admit it or.
“Oh, God,” she whispered.
He did it over and over until endless whimpers spilled from her mouth and her thighs clamped around his ears. Faster, he worked his tongue until concentrating only on her clit and she came apart with a scream of his name. Thick cream coated his tongue while he continued to stroke her until the very last spasm calmed.
“Wow.”
The slow glide of his tongue over the inside of her leg made her whimper, so he did it again.
“Kale.”
“Hmm?” he murmured against her skin as he looked up into those amazing blue eyes.
“I need more.”