In a small town in North Dakota there resides a family of misfits on the Crawley Creek Ranch. Brought together by hardship, and heartache they’ve bonded without blood ties, and seek to help others. Four brothers who’ve walked both sides of the line, and come out stronger for it, but will they survive love, loss, and the law?
Rough Ride Romeo
Crawley Creek 2
Cowboys don’t cry, but Roman “Romeo” Freemont certainly has enough tragic history to spend his days teary-eyed. Instead he’s turned to women and liquor in an effort to soothe his aches and pains, but when a petite brunette with a feisty temper comes crashing into his world, he realizes what he’s been missing.
Francesca “Franki” Scott has walked through fire herself. Nowadays she just isn’t a people person, and she’s definitely not interested in a wannabe playboy ranch owner either. She has a mission and it could mean life or death for someone close to her if she gets distracted.
Closing the gap between these two wounded souls could mean surviving yet another tragedy. Will their determination to hide their pain from themselves be their downfall, or will they come through this rough ride together?
Warning: Explicit Romance
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Her breasts heaved under her shirt when she finally tugged her lips free and took a breath.
“Damn, cowboy. You sure can kiss.”
Grinning like a loon, he let his fingers find the hem of her shirt and the soft skin beneath. “So can you. Since that first time we kissed all I’ve thought about is getting another taste of you.” He rocked his hips forward, grinding his dick against her covered pussy and she gasped, “Holding you in my arms, and sinking deep inside of you…”
“Oh, my god.” Her moan was sensual, and it set his heart racing. What would she sound like when she came? Would she be loud and scream his name to the heavens, or would she whimper quietly and come on a sweet sigh? He couldn’t wait to find out.
Pushing at her shirt he exposed her tanned belly, and grinned with delight at the navel ring adorning her abdomen. “Cheese and biscuits that’s sexy as hell.”
“I got it when I was eighteen. Sort of a spur of the moment thing, but I liked it so I’ve left it in.” Her eyes glowed like a pair of blue candle flames, and the fullness of her perfectly pouty lips called out to him. She was the most beautiful sight he’d seen and he’d barely skimmed the surface.
Easing the cotton t-shirt higher, he helped her shrug it off, and then quickly divested her of her modest, nude-colored bra. She wrinkled her nose at it when he tugged it away from her full breasts, and he chuckled. “What’s that look for, baby?”
“I didn’t know…I mean…I probably would have picked something different to wear if I’d known someone would be seeing that tonight.” Her hands were still hiding her breasts from view.
Tossing the bra to the floor, he bent and stole another kiss from her before moving his lips lower to her jaw and throat. “You’re perfect in whatever you’re wearing,” he murmured against her collarbone before tugging her hands away from her stunning breasts. “Or not wearing. You’re absolutely perfect.”