Brody (MF)

Big Sky County 8

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 28,000
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It’s almost Christmas and Brody Williams is in Riker’s Creek on a mission…to find his biological father. He has it narrowed down to three men, and when he finds which man fathered him, he needs to ask him the biggest favor of his life.

Maddie Thurston is a runaway bride with a perfectly good reason for leaving the groom at the altar. She steals a horse and heads into Riker’s Creek, ending up at a bar where there’s a cowboy who just can’t seem to mind his own business.

However, when he becomes her knight in shining armor and rides her back to her motel room, all good sense goes out the window, and the two end up spending the night together.

Will Brody help Maddie fix her broken heart and can Maddie give Brody the Christmas miracle she’s promised him?

Brody (MF)
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Brody (MF)

Big Sky County 8

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 28,000
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Brody took off his shirt. His arm had marks on it, and she couldn’t help but stare.

“I’m not a junkie if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said, tossing the shirt on top of his jacket. “I recently had some medical tests and procedures…nothing catching, so you’re fine.”

One mark was almost like a scar, a recent injury with its raised edges.

“I trust you, but do you have condoms?” she asked.

“I have two of them, and they’re in my wallet which is in the back pocket of my jeans.”

She slid her hand back there and pulled out a black billfold and handed it to him. He opened it, slipped out two foil packages, and threw them on the bed.

“I guess as we only have two of them, we better make both fucks off the charts,” he said.

Maddie liked the sound of that. He sat on the bed, took off his cowboy boots and socks, and with his left foot pushed them to one side. He stood and dropped the jeans, then his boxers, freeing his legs of both.

Maddie swallowed. She hadn’t been wrong about him being big in the department where it mattered the most. Maybe the alcohol was still influencing her actions, but she reached out and ran her hand down the length of his shaft. He took her hand into his and curled her fingers around his dick, forcing her to squeeze hard.

“You like it?” he asked.

“I love it.”

He sat on the bed and pulled her close to him. He looked down at her crotch. She knew what he was focusing on—the tiny strip of pubic hair.

“You like it?” she asked, pointing to her crotch.

“Haven’t decided yet.” He ran his hand over what little hair remained.

He held her while he pulled her leg up and placed her foot flat on the front of his thigh. Brody ran his fingers down her mound and into her folds.

“Guess it offers real easy access,” he said.

He probably guessed how turned on she was. Maddie sensed she was wet, wetter than she’d ever been at this point of foreplay. Brody quickly found her clit, massaged and circled it, making it come alive like it never had. He tapped it, pressed harder, and the pleasure began building. She dug her toes into the carpet as he circled the nub some more. That’s all it took. She drew in her breath and grabbed his shoulders as she fell slightly forward.

“You like that, baby?” he asked. He grabbed her, slapped her butt, and then lifted her and set her down on the bed.

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