Flint by Fran Lee

NOTE: Erotic content and naughty words abound. 

Flint Calderon was a hard working, hard-bodied, hard headed Texan who'd had to grow up fast. He'd been alone for a long time. He'd kept his grand daddy's sprawling ranch intact in spite of hardships and loss...some said he was as hard as his name. 

He didn't take anything he hadn't worked damned hard for. He had his own set of personal guidelines that left no room for cruelty or deceit. He kept his friends close, and his loyalty was a thing of legend in Calder County, Texas. 

He went by three simple rules: Keep your word no matter what, pay your debts before buyin' more, and protect those weaker than yourself. 

Lily was running from her own personal hell, only to jump from the frying pan into the fire. But the man who'd caught her sneaking into his motel room to get out of the rain was nothing like the bastard she was running from. Even being pinned on that motel bed under a pissed-off cowboy was a damn sight better than being dragged back to the man who'd murdered her mom and made her own life a living hell for so long. If only the hot cowboy wasn't naked as a jaybird... 

How could he turn her over to the law? The woman he'd caught was just a rain-soaked, freezing, starving, badly battered little hellcat with nowhere to go and nothin' much to lose. And whoever had beat the hell out of her deserved no mercy...

Flint
Excerpt copyright 2015 Fran Lee
She'd hoofed it all morning until she’d managed to catch a ride North with an elderly trucker who thought she was a boy, from the way she was dressed.She hadn’t minded him calling her “young man” at all. He’d dropped her off at a big truck stop off I-35 in Austin, the closest one to the Event Center. There would be a lot of people coming and going with the rodeo going on, and she could hide in plain sight. She could rest for the night then catch a bus north to Fort Worth. She barely had enough cash to buy a ticket and maybe a night in a cheap room. It had started to drizzle as she walked toward the motels nearest to the Event Center.But the room rates for even the cheapest motels were a lot higher in Austin than she’d expected, and she’d made the mistake of trying car doors and motel room doors searching for a place where she could doss down for the night, at least until the damn rain stopped. And now here she was, pinned under an over-helpful…naked…man going on about her damn bruises when all she wanted to do was get the hell out of there and find another unoccupied hidey-hole.Shit! The last thing she needed was for him to call the cops. But it looked like that was what he was about to do…unless she could talk him out of it.She should be utterly terrified, being held down on his bed, his warm naked flesh wrapped around her thin, cold body. She felt him lift a bit to adjust the solid ridge of meat that was shoved hard against her belly, yet he made no move to do what Jake had threatened to do. He smelled of whiskey and soap, and mint…sorta like he’d actually brushed his teeth. And his body warmed her cold skin.And he was concerned about her?That was a new feeling. And as scared as she was, she felt safe for the first time in years…“Please, mister…don’t call the cops. I didn’t do anything wrong. Just tried to get dry and warm. Just let me go, and I’ll be outta your hair.”She swallowed the heavy thickness in her throat as he stared down at her, his dark brown eyes narrowing in disbelief. He wasn’t buying any of it. Maybe she needed to make him feel sorry for her?“Okay…so I got the shit kicked out of me by a guy who tried to take my money, but I fought him off. Does that satisfy your need to be a damn old snoop?” She hoped she sounded sincere enough.“Why didn’t you call the cops? Why are you so afraid of calling the cops, darlin’?”Damn, but he was too fucking perceptive! She wiggled to get away, but he simply lowered his weight and pinned her harder under him, which shoved that…growing…ridge harder against her inner thighs.“Are you a runaway?” he asked softly. She felt her heart skip a beat or two as she fumbled for something to say. What was it they always said? The best defense is a good offense?“I’m twenty-four frickin’ years old. Do I look like a runaway?” She tried to sound exasperated, but she knew her voice was shaking.“People run away from a lot of things, darlin’.” His eyes were enough to make her swallow her damn tongue as he let them slide down from her hair to her open shirt. “Let’s just pretend I believe your story. Are you gonna behave while I get some pants on, or do I need to keep you pinned on my bed for the night?” A quirk at the corner of his too-sexy-to-be-real mouth made her swallow again. “Your clothes are wet through.”Control…keep in control, Lily…She licked dry lips and nodded jerkily. His dark eyes settled on her mouth as her tongue flicked over them, and her stomach clenched as if she’d just been punched. Heat began to trickle through her, but then he eased off her and lifted up from the bed. Holy fucking shit!Her eyes widened as she let them slide down his body. She’d seen some great bodies, but nothing like his. Every lean, long muscle rippled under smooth, tanned skin, marred only by a bit of black hair scattered in the center of his chest, and in a dark silky line that led down to the thatch at his groin. Surrounding that wide awake cock that was pointed directly at her. Oh my God…
And he was totally covered with dark, livid bruises like hers!