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Touching Deuce (MF)

Cowboy Mates, Psychic Connections 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 116,590
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[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Cowboy Romance, light flogging, sex toys, HEA]

Gracie Emery believes her "gift" of being able to calm children and animals with her touch is a curse. Her touch also causes pain to any man who tries to get close to her. As a result she withdraws, determined not to touch any man and condemning herself to a life of isolation.

James "Deuce" McKade has loved Gracie from the time they were children. The thought of any man touching her makes jealousy rear its ugly head. She is meant to be his mate, fill his heart with love and his home with children. He knows she will accept every part of his nature and willingly give him the gift of her submission.

He will prove to her that they are fated mates even if he has to tie her to his bed to make her listen! She is meant to be his. He just has to convince Gracie.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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A Must Read that let's ya escape, yet gives ya a new outlook on life and love...Can't wait for the next book in this series...

- Fluffy

good follow up to John's Vision

- adrienecampbell

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4 KISSES: "Ms. Bernard allowed her readers to journey with both Grace, as she fought her way to Deuce, and Deuce, as he learned that words mean as much if not more than actions. This story was well written and heart-warming as these strong characters worked toward being an even stronger unit. Ms. Bernard whetted our appetite for even more of the McKade bunch while skillfully allowing these characters to shine. I look forward to seeing the remaining McKades and their friends fall." -- Tangie, TwoLips Reviews

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STORY EXCERPT

 

She followed him quickly, walking into his room and watching as he dropped her suitcase on the floor in front of his bed. She nearly stumbled as she saw the size of his bed. She had never been in his bedroom before, and the sheer size of the bed took her breath away.

She shouldn’t have been so surprised, really. Deuce was a big man, six-feet-five-inches tall, and broad with muscles from years of hard work on the McKade Ranch. It only made sense that he would have to have a custom-made bed to accommodate his size. Her heart fluttered a bit as the thought of sharing that bed with him raced through her head.

Deuce turned to look at her, crossing his arms across his massive chest, his stance firm and strong. “Your old room is going to be Robbie’s room,” he told her calmly. “The room next to mine will be the nursery.”

“Okay,” Gracie answered softly, accepting his designation of rooms. “I can take the room that used to be Spence’s room. It’ll be right next to Robbie’s.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

Gracie rubbed her forehead tiredly. “I don’t understand, Deuce,” she said quietly.

Deuce dropped his arms, stepping toward her to stand mere inches from her as she looked up at him in confusion. He reached up and touched her cheek with his index finger and followed her jawline tenderly.

“You’ll be staying in my room. With me.”

“What?” She stepped away from him, stunned. This was moving way too fast.

“We should conserve the rooms,” he told her, smiling.

“But there are plenty of rooms in your ranch house, Deuce. We don’t have to share a room.”

Deuce smiled, touched by her total lack of guile. She had no idea how much he cared about her and wanted her. Well, he was going to make sure she knew.

“Gracie,” he said softly, determined to use the right words. “I want you with me.”

“You do?” Her voice held only confusion.

This was not going how he wanted it to. He took a breath to focus, calling on the control he used every day of his life.

“Yes.”

He took a step back and looked down at her, not touching her. If he touched her, he wouldn’t be able to think clearly. “We make a good team, Gracie. We always have. You’re the kindest and most caring woman I have ever met. When you touch me, I feel calm, I feel peace, and I feel right. I want you to be with me and always make me feel that way. How about it?”

“How about what?”

“How about giving a relationship with me a chance?”

To say that Gracie was stunned was a massive understatement. Never in her wildest dreams would she have ever have thought Deuce McKade would ever see her as anything more than a friend. To have him ask her to choose to be with him shocked her beyond belief. The intimate act that they had shared earlier that afternoon should have prepared her for this, but it hadn’t.

Her entire body began to shake, and her knees buckled beneath her, sending her in a smooth glide to the floor. She was grateful when strong arms reached for her and lifted her to settle her gently in the middle of the big bed.

Deuce looked down at the woman who lay in the middle of his bed. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him as he settled beside her. He was at a loss for words for the first time in his life. When she looked up at him, her eyes were wide and filled with fear. He had made her feel afraid. That was not acceptable.

“Gracie, I will not force you to be with me,” he told her quietly, releasing his hold on her waist and pulling away from her so that his body was not touching hers in any way. “This is your choice.”

Gracie reached up to touch his face gently, pulling away immediately when she realized what she had almost done. “Sorry,” she whispered.

Anger flashed in Deuce’s eyes immediately. He reached out and took her hand gently in his and returned it to his face, nuzzling into it and kissing her palm lightly.

“Your touch does not hurt me, Gracie,” he reminded her. “It makes me calm. I’ve already told you that.”

“Deuce, I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

“What will hurt me is not having you touch me,” he told her firmly. “If you choose to have a relationship with me, there will be definite rules you’ll have to follow.”

“What kind of rules?” she asked warily.

He smiled, happy that she didn’t reject the relationship part of his statement. “The number one rule you’ll have to follow is that you are to touch me. Skin on skin, Gracie. You will not get away with just touching my shirt or my clothes. I want your hands on my body. I need to feel your warmth. I need to feel the peace your touch gives me. But I won’t force you to touch me. I hope that you will choose to touch me.”

Gracie laughed out loud, her eyes sparkling with humor as she looked at him. The fact that he wanted her to touch him made her deliriously happy.

“Why are you laughing?” he asked, his heart light with hope at her joy.

“What woman wouldn’t want to touch you?” she asked him softly, winking at him boldly.

“I was hoping you would be the woman who would want to touch me,” he answered, smiling down at her. “It will always be your choice, baby. But it’s something I think we both need.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“Thanks for coming to my aid, James,” she told him softly. “I appreciate you risking the pain to hold my hand until Tom was gone. You didn’t have to do that.”

Deuce looked down at her, the confusion making his brows furrow beneath his cowboy hat. He never expected her to think he felt pain when he touched her. She should know better.

“Is that what you think, Gracie?” he asked softly, stepping back to allow her to enter the elevator as the doors opened before them.

She walked inside it, settled against the back wall of the elevator car, and looked up at him tiredly. “What? That you feel pain when I touch you?”

He nodded. Neither of them moved as the elevator doors closed and neither pushed a button to select their destination. It was silent as they faced each other, the elevator frozen in time and space.

“Of course that’s what you feel. Every man feels that when I touch them,” she spoke softly, her sadness coming across in her words.

He stepped toward her and took her small hand between his much larger ones. “You’re wrong, Gracie. I don’t feel pain when you touch me. I feel settled. I feel warm. And I feel desire.”

Gracie’s eyes widened in surprise for a split second then narrowed in disbelief. Seeing her skepticism, he did the only thing he could think of to prove his words. He brought her hand down to his achingly hard cock and pressed her palm against his shaft.

Gracie gasped, looking down at her hand as he rubbed it against his very aroused length. Her knees nearly buckled at the feel of his desire for her. Without thought or hesitations she did what she had wanted to do since she had been a young woman. She caressed him. She followed the hard ridge of his cock with her fingers, squeezing gently as she gave in to the feelings of love and desire that she had always had for this man.

His moan joined hers, and he pressed her hand against him more firmly, rocking his hips into her hand. Leaning forward, he found her mouth, claiming it as she continued to stroke him through his jeans, wishing there were no clothes between them so he could feel her soft hand on his shaft.

His hands left hers, and he grabbed her face, holding it in place while his lips covered hers, tasting, teasing, urging her to open to his kiss. He kissed and retreated, kissed and retreated, smiling as her mouth followed his, seeking out his kisses. When he finally leaned into the kiss, taking her mouth and demanding that she yield to him, he moaned as she opened to his seeking tongue and sucked on it tentatively. Her hesitance and insecurity just fueled his ardor. He wanted to show her just how good making love with him would always be.

Reaching down, he slowly lifted the hem of her navy-blue skirt and smoothed his hands up the length of her long legs. He loved the feel of the nylons she was wearing. His heart nearly thudded through his chest when his fingers touched the top of the thigh-high stocking and found that it was attached to a garter. His little Gracie was a gift beyond measure. He would have never thought she would wear such an erotic piece of lingerie.

He stepped back and looked down at her flushed face, loving that he had put that look there. Kneeling slowly, he pushed up her hem to view the sexy, black garter belt, tracing the top of the stockings with his fingertips and leaning forward to kiss her thighs. He leaned in to the equally sexy, black, lace panties and inhaled the sweet scent of her pussy. He kissed her mound softly, rubbing his face against the delicate lace before looking up to see Gracie looking down at him with such an expression of softness he could barely stand it.

“So sweet, baby,” he whispered, reaching up to gently trace the line of her panties across the crease of her thigh, slipping his fingers beneath the delicate material to touch her soft curls. “Spread for me, Gracie,” he whispered, closing his eyes briefly as she immediately complied with his command. He opened them and watched as she widened her stance.

His callused finger rubbed against her folds, gently easing between her swollen lips to the soft, warm skin that awaited him. He smiled as he heard her moan, and she opened her legs further to give him easier access to her core. He accepted her invitation gladly, sliding his finger into her body and finding the wetness that already flooded her channel.

“You’re so wet for me, darlin’,” he whispered, pushing deep inside of her and pulling out slightly before repeating the motion. “I want to taste you, Gracie.”

He felt her hand on the top of his head, knocking his hat off as she grabbed his hair and held it tightly within her grasp. She allowed him to take her left leg and carefully place it over his right shoulder, opening herself further to him. Pulling aside the crotch of her panties, he was rewarded with the incredible sight of her wet and swollen pussy, open and ready to accept him.

He wasted no time in claiming what he knew was rightfully his. Leaning forward, he spread her lips and swiped his tongue across her vaginal opening, groaning at the taste of his mate. Licking at the swollen bud of her clit, he inserted two fingers inside of her and curled them toward that elusive spot. He felt her jerk against him and smiled as he sucked on her button with increased fervor. There was no way he was letting go until she shattered with pleasure.

 

 

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