Semua Bab Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: Bab 871 - Bab 880

“Personally, I don’t understand the attraction. And I can guarantee you’ll never see me with a cowgirl. Never.”Carter kept drinking.“So. Is she from around here?”“Sort of. Not really.”“Okay, that’s vague. What’s she like?”“She’s…damn. She’s everything. But she’s also damn young.”“Like Jerry Lee Lewis young? Great balls of fire, you jonesin’ for a thirteen-year-old girl, McKay?”“No, you fuckin’ pervert. She’s twenty-two.”Jack looked at him. And laughed. Hard.“What?”“You’re all of twenty-six. How does that make her young?”“I don’t know. It just does.” Carter drained his beer and reached for another. Now, why in the hell hadn’t he thought of that before now? Because most days he felt so much older than his chronological age?“So let me get this straight: You called me, in a panic, dragged me to Wyoming, because you need me to fuck your new, young girlfriend?”“It ain’t that crude.”“Details, man.”“Fine. Macie has this fantasy of bein’ with more than one guy. She’s told me she

He couldn’t wait to plow his fist into the bastard’s face.“Get your hand off her, Jack, or I’ll break it so you never draw another goddamn thing.”Macie looked up at him, horrified. “Carter?”“Stay out of this, Macie. This is between Jack, and me.”“But—”“Turn around, coward. I won’t sucker punch you, like you sucker punched me."Cause I wanna see teeth fly when I belt you in the mouth for tryin’ to steal my girl.”Jack eased the stool around slowly.Carter braced himself and cocked his fist.But the man facing him wasn’t Jack Donohue. It was his brother Colby’s friend, Trevor Glanzer.“Trevor? What the hell are you doin’ here?”“Plannin’ on kickin’ your butt as soon as I finish my pie. What is wrong with you, Carter? It ain’t like you to pick fights.”Carter ignored the question and glanced at Macie. “Where’s Jack?”“How should I know? He’s your friend.”“Because last night…” Damn. Could he be wrong? Could he really be that paranoid?Yes, when it came to Macie all rationality vanis

Her thumbs swept across his narrow hipbones and his stomach trembled beneath her touch. More scars.She ignored his crotch and her fingertips moved down, over the fresh bruises on his thighs. Even at this angle she could see Cash was bowlegged—another endearing trait.Knobby, scarred knees. Gouges marred his thin calves down to his ankles. She ended the sweeping caress at his long, narrow feet. Ugly feet. All cowboys, especially rodeo cowboys, had hideously mangled toes and callused feet. Gemma stroked all these spots hungrily, her eyes drinking him in. “You are all rugged beauty and strength, Cash. Every part is…so you. Why do you hide this from me?”“Gemma, you humble me. That’s why—”Trevor sauntered back in and rubbed his hands together. “Who’s up for a Gemma sandwich?”Right then, Gemma wanted the ménage fantasy to end. It seemed…selfish now. Like one of those “life experiences” Macie’s mother had been determined to check off. She’d much prefer to make love with Cash, the man she

He squeezed back. “She’s young, and you’re gonna have to work with her a lot before you can ride her. But if you train her right from the start, she’ll always mind you, and she won’t let you down.”“My first horse. Yay! I feel like an eight-year-old girl. Dad, thank you, thank you, thank you! I’ll ride her, and pet her, and feed her, and take her for walks everyday, and she’ll be my best friend…”“You are such a smarty-pants.”“How cool is that? Pretty soon I’ll be clip-clopping along on my very own horse, shootin’ varmints with my new rifle.”“You bought her a rifle too?” Gemma asked.They both turned around. Her dad’s face lit up like the bug zapper. He wrapped his arm around Gemma’s shoulders and kissed her temple. “Well, yeah. She needed her own gun out here in the wild wild West.”Macie watched her father and Gemma mooning over each other. They were so deliriously happy; she didn’t begrudge them a bit of it. It spilled onto her. And rather than his relationship with Gemma driving

“Thinkin’ about killin’ you now that we know you ain’t worm food,” Colby snapped off.No mistaking it. His brothers were livid.“Ma wouldn’t let you.” In the tense air Carter’s voice sounded rusty as old nails.“Don’t bet on it. She was worried sick. No one could reach you on your cell. Your agent called their house. Then your buddy Jack called. The last straw was when Gemma called mad as hell because you were supposed to have cleared out. Instead, she found you passed out in the barn. Ma was halfway down the driveway with the shotgun before Dad stopped her.”“Shit.”Colt hunkered down. “You’re lucky Keely distracted Dad while we were leavin’ this mornin’ and he ain’t here. Jesus. What’s wrong with your face?”“Got into a fight.”“Yeah, we sort of figured that,” Cord said. “Why is Gemma throwin’ you off the Bar 9?”Carter slowly sat up. “Because Cash Big Crow looks about as bad as I do.”“You took after Cash? I thought you had more brains than that, college boy.”“He took the first sw