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Breaking the rules—to heal a broken heart.
Ties That Bind Book 2
Years of neglect and disappointments have molded Jessica Evans into a strong, independent woman, determined to live life by her rules. The only place she’s willing to relinquish control is in the bedroom. Even then, it’s only on her terms.
A safety net of multiple partners keeps anyone from getting too close. That is, until one sexy cowboy throws a snag in that net, big time. Not only does Wade Peterson make her body burn, he’s crossed the line. The damn man wants to marry her.
For Wade, sharing her with another man is almost more than he can bear. But if he pushes too hard, he could lose her for good—something he refuses to allow to happen. Jessie’s rejection isn’t the end of it, not by a long shot. He’s back, and he’s hell-bent on seducing her right back into his wicked arms.
Then her past comes back to drop a bomb in her lap, and Wade sees a part of her he didn’t know existed—and another obstacle that could drive her to push away her only chance for love.
Warning, this title contains the following: Hot, explicit ménage sex, graphic language, and one sexy-as-hell cowboy.
Excerpt:
On quiet footsteps, Wade approached. He knew she didn’t hear him. That’s just how he wanted her—off guard.
Moving quickly, he pressed his body against the back of the unsuspecting woman who haunted his dreams, trapping her against the steel railing of the corral. Her surprised gasp made him smile.
“Hello, darlin’.” His voice sounded deep and hoarse even to him. But that’s the effect Jessie had on him. She stripped him of control. Made him weak in the knees, but he would never let her know. The man inside him needed to dominate her. Prove to her that he could take her or leave her—even if it wasn’t true.
To his surprise she remained silent, unmoving. A cool breeze whipped around them, threatening to steal her sensual scent away, a soft feminine perfume that even distance hadn’t been able to erase.
“I’m back,” he whispered against her ear, resisting the urge to nip the tender earlobe adorned with a single diamond stud. Wade wanted to do much more than to kiss and feel the earring pressed to his tongue, between his teeth.
God, she felt good against his body. He couldn’t wait to remove her clothes so nothing lay between them.
Several tendrils had worked their way loose of her braid and danced around her neck in the breeze. He smoothed his lips along the exposed skin, and then he blew lightly.
“Back?” Her voice trembled, but she quickly repressed it as she gazed over the acres of corrals. “I didn’t know you’d left,” she stated calmly, even as she grasped the steel bar before her and the tendons in her throat grew taut.
Well, that hurt. But what had he expected?
To his disappointment and embarrassment, Jessie had rejected him. Well, she hadn’t exactly said no. It’d been more like hell no, stating she wasn’t the marrying type.
Like an idiot, he had run—hauled ass out of town, accepting an old school chum’s invitation to join him for Christmas. When what he should have done was made love to her until she changed her mind.
She glanced smugly over her shoulder, hitting the rim of his Stetson with her forehead. “What do you want, Peterson?”
Okay, this wasn’t a good start. Yet he was like a dog with a bone when his mind was made up. His mom called it stubborn. He called it determined.
With her still looking over her shoulder, Wade stared into her crystal blue eyes, never breaking their connection, and pressed his lips to her neck again. In slow, seductive swirls, he smoothed his tongue over her skin before nibbling on the area. She jerked her head forward and he felt the tremor that whispered through her, reviving his confidence that she felt something—anything.
That’s what he loved most about Jessie. She came apart in his arms, made him feel all man when they were together. She had to care. He couldn’t help the triumphant grin that tugged at his mouth when she tried to pull away.
Sliding his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer. “Tonight,” he breathed against her neck, watching her skin prickle.
Jessie’s grasp tightened even more on the railing, knuckles turning white. Then her attention was stolen from him. “Poyo, not that gate—the next one,” she yelled at the vaquero, a Mexican cowboy straddling a sorrel horse. “Plans.” The clipped word was meant for Wade. She pointed toward three bay geldings and hollered, “Gilbert, move those three over to the next pen.”
“Clancy’s?” he asked, slipping several fingers beneath her white down vest and between the buttoned-space of her long sleeve shirt. Wade didn’t quite understand Jessie and Clancy’s relationship. They were close—intimate—but neither blinked an eye when Wade joined them to make a threesome. In fact, Jessie and Clancy gave him the impression there wasn’t anything deeper to their relationship than sex.
When his fingers met skin, she inhaled sharply and he smiled. Jessie had the smoothest flesh and the greatest body he had ever held. Not to mention she was a wildcat in bed. Callused hands from hard work turned to silk during lovemaking. She knew what a man liked and she never held back her own desires.
She was made for him. He had known it the minute she allowed him to tie her up. Their tastes ran alike—uninhibited and wild, both into multiple partners and a little dominance and bondage. They were suited for each other. Why couldn’t she see that?
There was a pregnant pause before she spoke. “Uh-huh,” and then she stuttered, “No. No. No. Back the Paint out of there. I want the black filly next.”
Wade continued to stroke her skin with his fingertips. “His house?”
The young colt evaded Poyo’s grasp and headed the other direction. “Well sonofabitch. Catch her,” Jessie yelled before turning her attention back to Wade. “Yeah. His house.”
“I’ll be there.” Already the thought of stripping her naked, of tasting the sweetness between her thighs was making him harder. He shifted his legs before pressing firmly against her to show her exactly how much he was anticipating the evening.
Again she glanced over her shoulder, raising a brow. “I don’t recall inviting you.”
This time her voice was tight, strained, but he recognized the sexual hunger in her eyes that had him responding, “I don’t recall you saying, ‘No’.”
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