STORY EXCERPT

It was a heady feeling to be starting over.

Exciting.

Terrifying.

Blowing out a breath, she opened the door, anxious to unload the SUV and get started.

Closing the door behind her, she stretched, knowing from experience that the muscles in her back had tightened and she’d have to be careful for the next few days.

Cursing her designer boots, she started toward the back door, the sound of a dog barking startling her into whipping around, her high-heeled boots no match for the icy driveway.

With a yelp, she flailed her arms in an effort to maintain her balance, but her feet slid out from under her and she landed flat on her back.

Her fall knocked the wind out of her, and as she struggled to draw a breath, she lifted her hands from the ice and snow beneath her.

Suddenly, a huge golden retriever appeared, leaning over her, the sight of sharp teeth making her stiffen even more, another gasp escaping at the even sharper tug to her lower back.

“Maggie!”

A harsh, deep shout came from somewhere on her right, along with the sound of a horse galloping closer.

Seconds later, a late-model pickup truck pulled into her driveway, skidding to a stop behind her SUV.

The golden retriever whimpered and sat next to her, bending its head to lick at her face, and she finally managed to draw a deep breath.

Relieved, she laughed softly and reached up to stroke its soft fur. “Thank you for not biting me.”

The two men rushed forward, the one who’d leapt from the horse wearing jeans, black cowboy hat, black shearling coat, and black boots, the man from the black pickup truck dressed in brown.

Both rushed to her, crouching near her feet, the one in brown reaching for her hand. “Ma’am?” From beneath the brim of his cowboy hat, his green eyes glimmered. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine.” She smiled, dropping her hand from the soft fur when the man in black pet the dog and urged it aside. “Maggie? Your dog’s a girl?”

“Yeah. Some are, you know.” He glanced at the other man before turning his attention back to her, his green eyes slightly darker and filled with anger and concern. “Where does it hurt? What the hell do you think you’re doing wearing boots like that? You’re lucky if you didn’t break your damned fool neck. Come on. Let me help you up.”

Panicked at the thought, she stiffened even more. “No! Don’t touch me!” Holding out a hand to ward him off, she closed her eyes against the sharp pain, breathing deeply and willing her back spasm to relax. “I’ll be fine. I just turned fast when I heard Maggie. I just need to stay still for a minute.”

“You’re blaming Maggie? You should blame those frivolous boots.”

Opening her eyes, she glared at him. “Why don’t you take your dog, your horse, and your attitude and get the hell off my front yard.”

“Your yard?”

The man in brown appeared a few years older, the gray at his temples giving him a distinguished look. Leaning over her, he frowned. “Your back?”

“Yes. I’ll be fine in a minute. I’m trying to relax it, but your friend isn’t helping. Can you tell him to go away?”

The man in brown smiled and pushed his hat back. “He’s not my friend. He’s my brother. I’m John Wolfe. This is my brother, Reno.” He smiled, but the concern in his eyes lingered. “And you’ve already met Maggie.”

“Wolfe?” Samantha closed her eyes again, shivering when an icy gust of wind blew, and she automatically tensed, making the muscle spasms even more painful. “Grandma’s next-door neighbors.”

John slid a hand beneath her head, gently lifting it. “And if you’re Samantha, we’re now yours. Did you hit your head when you fell?”

Mesmerized by his gaze and the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, Samantha involuntarily moved her head against his hand, feeling silly for being so moved at a man’s touch.

Blinking back tears that she hoped he would attribute to pain and the icy wind, Samantha forced a smile. “No. Just got the wind knocked out of me.”

A large black SUV, coming from the same direction as the truck and the horse, pulled into her driveway, and within seconds, after the slamming of doors, three more men approached, all with the same coloring as John and Reno.

All wore jeans, boots, cowboy hats, and shearling coats and soon surrounded her.

One crouched at the other side of her head, glancing at John with a frown. “Is she all right?”

John smiled and removed his hand from the back of her head. “Looks like she hurt her back. This is Edna’s granddaughter, Samantha. Sam, this is my brother Dirk.”

Dirk smiled, his hazel eyes sharp and assessing. “Hi, Sam. Let me help you up.”

“No!” Samantha held out a hand again. “Please don’t touch me.”

John pursed his lips. “You know that we can’t leave you out here on the ground, don’t you?”

“I just need a minute. You can all just go. I’ll get up by myself. I appreciate the offer, but I don’t need an audience.”

John shook his head. “We’re not leaving until we get you inside and settled.”

Reno thinned his lips and hooked a thumb toward the two other men at her feet. “This is Beck and Zach.”

Samantha eyed Beck and Zach, who both had the same dark hair as their brothers, and attempted a smile. “Yeah. My grandmother told me there were five of you. I guess since I’ve met all of you and you’ve seen me make a fool of myself, you can go.”

Dirk shook his head. “Nope.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Samantha sucked in a breath at the first swipe of his tongue over her nipple, the sharp need making her pussy spasm, releasing more of her juices. “Beck! Please! Oh God. I need you. I ache.”

Moving to stretch out beside her, Beck lifted his head to take her mouth in one dizzying kiss after another while sliding a hand down her body. “I’ve got you, baby. Damn, you’re soft. You’re so damned luscious.”

He slid his finger through her folds. “And wet.”

She parted her thighs wider, needing his touch there more than she needed her next breath.

Samantha cried out when he slid his finger over her clit, a part of her that Sherman couldn’t find with a road map. “Beck. Please!”

Her trembling increased, the sensation so intense that she couldn’t help but close her thighs on his hand, a decadent part of her she barely recognized thrilling that she couldn’t budge his hand or stop him from stroking her clit. “God! You make me ache everywhere.”

She pushed at him, shoving him to his back, her breathing harsh. “I want to touch you.”

His smile, white in the moonlight, held both affection and tension. “Uh-huh, baby. Not this time. Making love to you is exciting enough. I want to make this last.”

He reached for the condom, ripping it open with his teeth and hurriedly rolling it on, the lower part of his body hidden in the shadows. Rolling her to her back, he covered her body with his again. “I want to show you that you can trust me.”

Samantha’s breath caught at the feel of his hard cock pressing against her inner thigh, some of her nervousness dissipating. “I do trust you. It feels so good to be with you this way.”

She slid her hands into his hair, wrapping her legs around him. “Please.”

Keeping her head between his hands, he slid his thumbs beneath her chin, keeping her face tilted to his as he pressed the head of his cock against her pussy opening and slowly began to enter her. “I want very badly to please you.”

Samantha moaned as he pressed deeper, his cock feeling huge, forcing the inner walls of her pussy to stretch to accommodate him. “And I want to please you. It’s been a long time. God! So full.”

“I know, baby.” He bent to brush his lips back and forth over hers, withdrawing slightly and sliding a little deeper. “You’re incredibly tight. That’s why I wanted you nice and wet. I want to fill you, but I sure as hell don’t want to hurt you.”

Samantha shook harder as his thrusts took his cock deeper, unable to hold back her moans of pleasure as he filled her. Stretched her.

“It doesn’t hurt, but it’s scary, or it would be if it wasn’t you. Beck, I can’t stop shaking. It feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t, but we’re going nice and slow. This soft pussy needs to get used to the feel of cock filling it again. Something tells me it’s gonna be getting a lot of it.”

The friction of his cock awakened nerve endings that bombarded her with sensations more extreme than she’d remembered.

But it was the hunger and watchfulness in his eyes, the sense that he was entirely focused on her that made her feel special in a way that brought a lump to her throat.

Sliding one hand lower, he flattened it on her bottom, his lips warm against her temple as he continued his slow thrusts, each taking his cock deeper. “Did your heels into my ass. Open up to me.”

Samantha did as he demanded, sucking in a breath when her position allowed her to take his cock deeper, her pussy clenching on him and making her feel even fuller.

“That’s it, baby. Take more.”

Beck slid a hand beneath her head and the other tightened under her bottom, lifting her into his thrusts. “You’re so damned tight. You’re killing me, but I’m gonna die a happy man.”

His words, tight with tension, and the harsh edge in his low voice created a veil of intimacy that soothed and delighted her.

Pressing her heels against his taut butt, Samantha lifted, meeting each thrust with a cry of delight. “Beck! Oh God. It’s so good.”

Pressing his lips against her temple, he groaned harshly. “You’re damned right it is. Fuck, baby.”

He felt so good.

Above her.

Inside her.

Surrounding her.

Deep voice.

Warm muscle.

Deep groans and whispers against her ear.

“So beautiful. Hmm. Hell, baby. You feel so good.”

Lips pressed against her hair, his firm but gentle hold making her feel both wanted and adored.

Overcome with the intimacy and lost in sensation, Samantha turned her head again, needing his kiss. “Beck. Dear God.”

The pleasure mounted, a warm flush washing over her as he drove her relentlessly toward the edge.

With a hand in her hair, he took her mouth with his in a searing kiss, thrusting faster and deeper and sending her over in a rush of heat and indescribable pleasure.

The warmth seemed to explode from her pussy and clit and spread outward, the tingling heat rippling through every inch of her body.

He thrust deep, swallowing her cries with a groan, lifted his head, and enfolded her in his arms. “That’s it, baby. Let go. I’ve got you.”