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RUNNING FROM ANGEL Sunset Cowboys #4
Angel’s spent a year rebuilding
her life with one goal in mind, to experience the dark pleasures she saw
in her rescuer’s eyes. Fate puts Jacob in her grasp, but he won't
touch her alone. Armed with a newfound stubbornness and strength, she
squares off with Mitch and Jacob, determined to prove she’s the woman
for them.
Convinced Angel is too innocent
and damaged to be the submissive lover they crave, Jacob and Mitch made
a vow to stay away. Now she's come looking for them. One touch and Jacob
knows he can't walk away again, but Mitch's hardhead isn't going to make
having her easy.
Mitch kept his distance from
Angel, believing his dominate needs would shatter her. But the woman
she’s become is nothing like he remembers. Sassy and strong, her
challenges push him past his breaking point, feeding his need for
ownership and control.
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ADULT EXCERPT
“You
made a good choice.” His voice, gruff from his own obvious arousal,
washed over her, sending ripples of need coursing through her. “Black
looks good on you.”
Angel
tried to swallow but discovered she couldn’t because her mouth had
gone instantly dry the second the door opened. “It does?”
“Yeah,
it does.” Three slow strides brought Jacob standing within arm’s
reach of her. She tipped her head back, following the course of the hand
he lifted, and leaned into his touch when he tucked her hair behind her
ear. “It accents your red hair and milky complexion.”
She
tried to picture him in black but couldn’t. Color suited him better,
she decided. Even darker colors like the navy he had chosen for his
bedroom seemed to accent his comforting, friendly demeanor. In her mind,
black spelled danger, darkness, a blanket of exotic thrill like the one
she swore she felt falling over the atmosphere of the room now. She
didn’t need to look to know where the sensation came from. Mitch
exuded the bad-boy vibe from every pore.
“It’s
not the kind of shirt I expected to find in your closet,” she
admitted.
Laughter
glinted in his gaze. “My older brother, Clint, bought it as a gag gift
a few years back.” When she narrowed her eyes, showing her puzzlement
at how a silk shirt could be deemed a funny gift, he shook his head.
“Long story.”
“You
like it, though, don’t you?”
The
harder inflection in Mitch’s voice brought goose pimples to the
surface of her skin even as her pulse raced with a renewed excitement.
He moved into view and walked past where she and Jacob stood. She felt
him kneel behind her, but she didn’t turn around. Expectation zinged
through her system, ricocheting like wildfire from her breasts to her
belly to her pussy.
“You
like the feel of silk against your naked skin.” Mitch didn’t ask. He
told her, and he was right. Not that she needed to tell him that. She
could hear the knowledge and even thought she caught an underlining
approval in his tone. “You’re panties are silk, too. And wet. Damn
baby, did Jacob make you cream for him before I got here?”
Angel
didn’t know how to answer. Jacob hadn’t touched her, not since he
sandwiched her between his hard body and the frame of her car back on
the side of the road. How could she explain the mere sight of both of
them, the mere thought of being with them, made her pussy dripping wet?
“I
kept my hands to myself.” Jacob’s lazy drawl turned his confession
into one of liquid heat to match the juices gathering between her pussy
lips.
“Did
you want him to, Angel?” Mitch closed in at her back but didn’t
touch her.
God,
she wanted him to touch her. She wanted Jacob to touch her. She stood at
the foot of quiet possibly the largest bed ever constructed, naked but
for a shirt fastened to her body by a mere two flimsy buttons, between
the two men she wanted more than her next breath, and neither of them
were touching her.
Angel
tried to speak, to ask for what she wanted, but couldn’t find her
voice around the hunger clogging her throat. The dominance of these men,
the calm control and self-restraint, overwhelmed her. She lifted her
gaze to Jacob’s, and the ache within her to feel his hands on her, to
experience him inside her, intensified.
“Are
you waiting for us to touch you, sweetheart?” Jacob reworded the
question, and she didn’t miss the way he changed the singular meaning
to a plural one, including Mitch.
Not
alone. He had made his intention clear on the side of the road,
given her ample time after to absorb the fact that he wouldn’t take
her without Mitch there with them. In those two words, he had hit on
everything she craved, everything she had come here today to find.
She
nodded, the need so painful now that it mixed with the impending
pleasure to create a force within her that made her lightheaded.
“Have
you ever shared a bed with two men before?” Mitch asked. “Have you
ever let two men fuck you at the same time?”
She
flinched at the crudeness of his question even as images of her dreams
swamped her memory. All the nights she lay in her bed alone, wishing
they were with her. All the nights she drifted off to sleep fantasizing
about them fucking her. All the nights she awoke with her own hand in
her panties, fingering her sodden folds in search of a relief from the
constant burning she could never quite find.
“No,”
she managed to whisper, the word ringing with more desperation than she
wanted it to.
“But
it’s what you want.” Jacob didn’t ask. He told her.
She
didn’t bother to try to deny it and refused to let the feelings of
shame overtake the lust surging through her system. She didn’t just
want it. She needed it. Every fiber of her soul craved to be owned by
these men, to be shown pleasures beyond her wildest imaginings.
She
nodded again, this time holding Jacob’s gaze steadily and allowing it
all to show in her eyes.
“We
aren’t gentle men, darlin’.” Despite Mitch’s statement and the
warning it held, his voice wafted over her like a tender caress. “We
take what we want from a woman. We do what we want, and we expect you to
do what we say.”
Angel
swallowed convulsively, half longing to turn around so she could face
Mitch, the other half latching onto the comfort she always found when
staring at Jacob.
“You
need to know before this goes any further how things will be,” Jacob
told her. “Once we touch you, we won’t stop until we are through.”
“This
sweet, sexy body you’re barely hiding from us now will belong to us
tonight,” Mitch added. “Anything we want. Anything we demand.”
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