Westin (The Sovereign Mountain, #2)

by Raya Morris Edwards

“Which ones?”

She could ask me for the moon, and I’d drag it down for her.

It isn’t the same kind of pleasure I give myself. It’s glorious and dirty, and so much better because it’s forbidden.

He has a habit of doing that in his relationships—falling hard and loving blindly. The next day, we invited Clint up to the ranch and ran him over with a herd of cattle.

“You better watch yourself,”

“Or what?” I whisper. “You won’t touch me.” “No.” He shakes his head. “But I’ll tie you up with my belt and fuck the sass out of you.”

“You mean you want me to be your girl?” I ask. “I mean, you are my girl,” he says, thumb stroking the underside of my chin.

“Who did this to you?”

If it was her brother, he’d better find a priest and start confessing, because there’s nowhere on this Earth he can hide where I won’t find him.

“Diane, I will brand my name onto your ass if I need to. Good luck being anyone’s business but mine after that.”

If I get a chance to be alone with him, I’m going to murder him. Or fuck him. I’m not sure which yet.

Diane Quinn.

“I can’t put my name on you,” he says, cocking his head. “If I could, I’d make good on my threat to brand your ass. But that doesn’t mean I can’t put my name in you.”

The world shifts. This man is altering my brain chemistry.

“Revenge belongs to God,” she whispers. “But sometimes, God is just a man who loves you enough to save you.”

“You’re it for me, Diane,” he says. “I watched you from the hill almost every night. I went to the cemetery every week hoping to see you there. I might have fucked you too soon, but I never left you.”

“She’s got you whipped,” Deacon says. “Maybe they’re for me.” “You don’t like candy.” “Shut up.”

“Fuck, darling, I could drink you neat,”

was hoping you’d marry us, Westin,” he says. “Polygamy’s not legal in Montana,” I say. “You’ll have to take turns.”

He flips me onto my belly. My nipples ache from the clamps, my pussy is raw from the vibrator, and I’m humiliated that he spat my release into my own mouth. He’s filthy, and I’m addicted to him.

“What’s your plan for the day?” she asks. I slide my hand lower to grab her ass. “Thought I might fuck my wife.”