Semua Bab Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: Bab 831 - Bab 840

“You don’t owe me nothin’, Cash. Just forget it.”Cash grabbed the young woman’s hand, dragging her front and center. “I’d love to milk this jealous side of you for all it’s worth, but I ain’t that mean. Or that patient.Gemma, meet my daughter, Macie Honeycutt. Macie, Gemma Jansen.”*********Relief swept through Gemma.“Ah. She’s the one you told me about,” Macie said with a charming grin exactly like her father’s.“Daughter?” Gemma repeated.Cash kept his gaze on hers. “Yep.”“I-I didn’t know you had any kids.”“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Gem.”A pointed silence thickened the air.“Well, this is fun… not,” Macie said.“Macie, darlin’, I know you just pulled in and we’ve got some catchin’ up to do. But I’d appreciate it if you’d run along for a bit and wait for me by the main entrance until after I have a private word with Miz Jansen.”“Fine. I hate being a third wheel anyway. But don’t be surprised if I make a few new friends on my own.”He shot his daughter a warning l

For the past week he’d been finishing sculptures for his gallery showing. A series of interconnected Western pieces, different styles, including clay pieces slated to become bronze statues, and welded metal works using rusted sections of discarded farm equipment. So far the only concrete images on canvas were landscapes done with oil paints. Boring. He needed inspiration, something new and different. The only way to find the passion that defined his quirky artistic style was to start at the source of all things Western: rodeo. The salt-of-the-earth people—spectators, families of the cowboys and cowgirls, and the iron will of the competitors themselves. The livestock—angry, slobbering bulls, high-strung broncs kicking at the metal chutes, the bellow of steers, the nervous tamping of hooves behind the gates. The low bellow of the steers and calves in the pens. The rich scents of sweat and leather, mud and manure, the choking heat and the constant buzz of insects, hay and linament, toba

“That’s not a good idea.”“It’s the best idea I’ve had in a long time. Be ready.”“For what?”“For me to be the man to give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”******Gemma and Carter were lost in their own thoughts on the way back to the Bar 9.Once they hit the sagebrush and wide-open spaces of Wyoming, Gemma sighed. “Sorry to spring this on you, Carter. I was afraid if you knew I was lookin’ for another fulltime foreman—”“—that I’d bail on you? Come on, Gemma, you know me better than that. I promised I’d be here all summer. Despite the shitty opinion Cash has of the McKays, you know we always keep our word.”“That you do.”“What’s really goin’ on?”She didn’t take her eyes off the gray ribbon of bumpy road. “I wasn’t sure he’d say yes.”“So? It ain’t like he’s the only man for the job. Shoot, there’s lots of guys around here more than qualified.”Gemma angled her chin from Carter’s shrewd eyes so he couldn’t see her blush.“Hellfire and damnation. He is the only one you wanted, ai

Cash plopped on the couch, keeping her straddled across his lap.“Can I take off the blindfold now?”“No. But let’s get rid of the shirt. Lift.” In one quick movement her tank top disappeared. He eyed the front closure on her pink bra. Well, well. This presented an intriguing opportunity. “Lean back and put your hands on my knees.”She did so without arguing.Cash nibbled on her lips, not quite kissing her as he unhooked her bra. The cups split and he slid the straps over her shoulders and down to her wrists. Three quick twists and he lifted his foot to step on the thicker back strap, leaving her wrists trapped in the stretchy arm bands.Gemma froze. “What are you doing?”“Makin’ sure you can’t get away. I wanna take my time tasting these.” He flicked his tongue across her nipple. “And I know you’re a little squirmy.” He blew on the wet spot he’d created and watched the coral-colored skin tighten into a pointed tip.She jerked back.“See? I gotcha right where I wantcha.” His hands cur

She glanced at the clock. The red numbers flashed five a.m. No use going back to sleep now—the alarm would ring in another half hour anyway.Macie cleaned up, dressed, and braided her hair before she hopped in her SUV and navigated her way to work.Late yesterday afternoon, after she and her father finished their meal at the local diner, he’d sped off to Gemma’s ranch to set up the camper. She’d sensed he needed to be alone with his thoughts and to gauge his new responsibilities without her chattering at him. So she’d lingered in the booth, thinking of her best friend Kat, wondering how she’d managed to be a third wheel again. Then she noticed the “help wanted” sign by the cash register and asked the waitress about the opening.Velma—the sixty-something owner of the Last Chance Diner—needed a gal Friday to fill in part-time as a cook and waitress. The hours were sporadic, but the pay was decent for rural Wyoming. With Macie’s experience in restaurants, Velma seemed genuinely happy to