T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Texas Heat 1

Excerpt

Kyler Landon smoothed the supple leather with a large, roughened hand. The saddle was almost completed. This particular saddle would go to the Houston Livestock Rodeo and be presented to the current World Champion cowboy. It was solitary work, but work he enjoyed. Tooling patterns on the leather was his favorite thing, this one had a vine pattern, and the brand of the cowboy’s ranch figured prominently in the design. Letting his mind wander, he found himself caressing the leather, remembering the last time he touched the velvety skin of a woman. Stop! He tried to turn his mind away from sex. He tortured himself night after night with images of a soft, sweet woman who would welcome him between her thighs. He wanted a woman who would let him love her as much and as often as he wanted. A woman that would enjoy his loving as much as he enjoyed loving her.
It had been a long time, too damn long. Dallying with the local girls could get you into a whole passel of trouble—especially a man in his position.
The sound of a vehicle stopping at his front gate pulled him from his sensual reverie. He imagined it was the mysterious little black car from down the road, but he knew better. This was a bigger engine. Sometimes, when he was working out in the front yard, that car would go by and slow down to a crawl. The windows were tinted completely black, a great deal darker than was legal, he knew. So, he was at a disadvantage. He couldn’t see who was behind the wheel, but whoever it was could sure the hell see him. And they had looked, long and hard. He could actually, physically, feel their gaze on his skin.
Hell, he had even fantasized about who was driving that sexy little car. Once, when he had been working on the front fence without a shirt, the driver had actually run off the road. That fact had made him smile. Whoever it was, he was getting to them. As his luck ran, however, the driver was probably a woman in her seventies or a man in his forties. But one could dream.
He sat there too long, dreaming. He heard the vehicle leave. Rising from his chair, he made his way out of the Saddlery shop and across the yard to the main house. A package sat by the front door. ‘Must have been UPS,’ he thought. Good! He had been waiting on some custom silver belt buckles for a special order. Taking the six front steps in two leaps, he grabbed the package from the floor, opened the door, and let himself in.
Laying the cardboard box on the coffee table, he grabbed a beer and headed back to the yard. The belt buckles would have to wait. One of these days, a cold front would head this way and he would want to put a fire in the fireplace, so wood needed to be split. He opened his mouth to call the dogs, but then remembered he had taken them to the vet for their annual check-up and shots.
Today, it would just be him. Alone again. Going to the side of the house, he retrieved his axe. Chopping wood would go a long way to working off some of his sexual frustration. Maybe. Hell, it was worth a try. The wood was piled out front near the gate, a mix of red oak and hickory, as good for barbeque as it was for heat. He swigged the beer, and then set the bottle up on top of a fence post. Ky had employees who could have done this work for him, but he like to keep in shape and there was nothing better than real physical labor to put on layers of muscle—it beat the crap out of a gym, any day.
It didn’t take long for him to find his rhythm and even a shorter time for him to get hot and decide to shed his shirt. As he worked, he reviewed his plans for the next few days. Tomorrow was his day to put time in at his animal shelter, Saturday was Angel Pantry day and not a woman in sight for the best date night of the week. Shit!

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Cooper drove slowly by the Landon place. Ah, sweet Lord! There he was. And the fact she had been a good girl was paying off in spades. The powers-that-be had seen fit to reward her by letting the sun beat down hot enough to cause Gorgeous to shed his shirt. She slowed to a crawl. Sometimes, he would stop working and watch her drive by. Today, he appeared too busy to notice. A movement at the side of the woodpile caught her eye. What in the world? Cooper was alarmed to see a huge snake crawling out of the stacked logs. The vibrations of the axe on the wood had obviously disturbed it. This couldn’t be good.
Cooper pulled over and stopped. Trying to be as quite as possible, she opened the car door but did not shut it. The snake was right behind her neighbor and she was afraid to call out, for fear, any sudden movement on his part would cause the snake to strike. The rhythmic movement of the man and the axe had the snake, seemingly, hypnotized.
She walked as silently as she could, until she was at the fence, right behind the snake. He was coiled and ready to strike. Cooper knew snakes, having grown up on in the deserts of southwest Texas. She quickly recognized that either the rattler had somehow lost his rattles in an accident, or someone had intentionally caught it and removed them for a hat decoration or whatever.
It was now or never. Putting aside her normal reservations about being so close to a man, she decided his safety was more important than her own. Climbing slowly up on the fence, she spoke softly. “Don’t move, Mr. Landon. Don’t move a muscle.” The snake was huge! Coiled up, it was hard to judge, but it could easily top five feet.
The beautifully muscled man slowed his movements, until he was still. “Is this a hold-up?” He asked the question softly, with a touch of humor in his voice.
“No, but there is a major-sized rattlesnake right behind you, and it’s getting ready to strike.”

Adult Excerpt

She scooted back against the couch, giving him as much room as possible. Stretching out beside her, Ky lay on his side, facing her. “Don’t be nervous, baby. This is going to feel so good for you, I promise. And you’re going to enjoy it as much as I will.” Pulling her close, he nudged one of his legs between hers, and clasped her behind the knee, guiding her leg up over his hip. When he had finished, their bodies were nestled intimately together.
“Just last night, I lay in my bed so very lonely.” She touched his forehead, teasing a lock of his light brown hair. “I thought of you.” A small laugh escaped her throat. “Do you know that I watch for you when I drive by your house, hoping I will see you?”
He held her close and feathered little kisses all over her face. Soft. Sweet. His breathing was coming a little faster. “Yeah. And I would watch you go by. I had worked out this whole fantasy in my mind about who you were and what you looked like…” He took her bottom lip in his mouth and nibbled on it, laving it with his tongue.
“I used to imagine what we would do together. When you walked into my life, I was floored. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known. I can’t tell you how hard it was to hold myself back. And when I found out you were my mystery woman, Cooper—you’ll never know what that did to me. Right from the start, it seemed as if I knew you—that we could skip the preliminaries. I guess you’ve noticed how I talk to you; the sweethearts, loves, babes. Cooper, I don’t talk like this. I have never spoken to another woman like this. But with you, I can’t help it.” All the time he was talking, he was stealing kisses, drawing designs on her skin with his fingers, getting her ready for his loving.
Slowly, he slipped one hand to her back and released the clasp on her bra. Cooper’s breath hitched in her throat. “I love how you talk to me. It makes me feel safe.” Ky didn’t stop to analyze her statement, his eyes were on what he was unveiling. He scooted himself down on the couch, until his face was even with her breasts.
“Oh, Cooper,” he breathed reverently. “You are so beautiful.” Ky couldn’t help himself; he enfolded her in his embrace and pressed his face to her breasts, kissing the side of one and then the side of the other then trailing his tongue down the tender valley. Her breasts were just right, probably a C cup. They were perfectly proportioned to her body; full, round and aching for his touch. Even though his attention was fully focused on the pleasurable task before him, Ky was aware her little hand was stroking his shoulder and his arm, wanting as much contact as he did. He looked up at her face to see her eyes were closed, but her lips were parted and the pink tip of her tongue was playing along her upper lip. He smiled. Cooper was getting into this.
“Your nipples are like sweet, tight, little raspberries.” Ky hadn’t touched them with his lips yet, he was building up to that. Right now, he was delighting himself in cupping, molding, massaging, and teasing the tantalizing globes. Cooper arched her back, pushing the soft mounds deeper into his hands. “Does that feel good, love?”
“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “It makes me want…it makes me want…”
“It makes you want what, doll?” Gradually, he worked his way to her nipples. Softly, he circled one nipple, coming closer and closer to the center. He watched it pout and pucker as if reaching up for a kiss.
“I want…” She moaned when he took both nipples between his fingers and began to rub and pull gently. “I want…” Cooper gasped for breath as he milked the tight buds and the fevered areola in a rhythmical motion that caused her hips to lift in supplication. “Oh, Ky, you don’t know—I can’t tell you—that feels…incredible.”
“I bet I can make it feel even better.” He began kissing the upper swells of her breasts, still playing with her nipples. Cooper had wound her fingers in his hair and was kissing the top of his head while making little happy noises in her throat. Then he took them both to the next level. Opening his mouth, he sighed as he finally let himself feast on her nipples. He groaned at their sweetness. First one. Then the other.
“God, Ky.” Cooper cried out at the sensual assault. “Open your mouth wider, baby. Take more of me in. Suck harder!” Ky couldn’t help but laugh. Cooper had lost her inhibitions. He lifted up a silent prayer of thanks as he obeyed her every command.

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Something was happening. Ky’s mouth was taking her to heights of ecstasy she had not even known existed. Tightness was building in her sex; desire was spiraling out beyond her control. Heat was spreading up from between her legs. Her nipples felt like they were on fire. She wanted to move, she wanted to push upward. She wanted to scream.
So she did.
A climax hit Cooper so hard every cell in her body sparked with electricity. Wave after wave of white-hot delight billowed outward from the molten core between her legs. She felt her hips jerk spasmodically, and Ky held her tight, his body moving against hers, as he continued to suckle at her breasts. “I never knew, Ky. I had no idea.”
Cooper wasn’t the only one surprised at the pleasure. He had done something he had never done before.
Kyler Landon had come in his skivvies.
When Cooper had come apart in his arms, making those sexy little sounds, he had exploded in his shorts. Without a touch. Without any physical stimulation at all.
Just Cooper.