Hi Wip-it-uppers! I'm actually on a plane to San Diego right now- on my way to meet Author and Graphic Artist Allysa Hart for the very first time! I'm so excited! We are going to have a freaking blast, even if it is a very short visit.
But I digress, I know why you're really here. You want to see more from my hot cowboys. I get it.
Blake, Slade and Merry are still in the process of resolving some old issues....
My hands shook as I stared up at the intimidating figure towering over me. I knew without a doubt the words he spoke were true. Slade didn’t lie. Now I just had to make myself believe them. My mouth opened, in question, but the words never formed.
Blake had freed his belt of its buckle and was advancing on me, working the thick worn leather through the loops of his jeans. All the while, his eyes never left mine. When it was free, he folded it in half and shook it in my face. “I ought to take this belt to your bottom right now, baby girl for the lies you’re telling yourself.”
I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat at the sight of the worn, familiar leather. “What..What lies?”
“What lies?” Slade asked, incredulously. “The lie that this is only to do with clearing the air of the past, or about making Nan happy for one.”
“The lie that it doesn’t make your pussy wet when we call you our baby girl, or little one.”
“I’m not yours!” I cried, wishing I could close my eyes and ignore the smoldering looks shooting in my direction. “You don’t want me!”
Blake dropped the belt onto the hard wood floor, and grabbed my ponytail, holding it tight and firm. I could hardly breathe with anticipation when his free hand cupped my pussy.
“You, baby girl, are the only one I want. I’ve wanted nothing but you for years. I want you in the middle of the day when I’m riding the trails, and late at night when I’m tossing and turning in my bed wondering if I will ever see you again. I want you right now, and I will still want you tomorrow. Do you understand me?”
ummmm..... I love Blake #teamBlake
See you next week!