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For the girls who want their cowboys a little dark. I hope Booker and his friends fulfill some of those fantasies for you.
He was nearly nineteen hundred pounds
A draft mix?? Goodness
Unlike when I saw him in the alley, he now wore a skeleton mask that took up half his face, with a black cowboy hat casting him in a slight shadow. “Are you scared, Brynne?” he asked, stepping closer as he tilted his head ever so slightly.
“Good.” He set a hand on the wall beside my head, leaning down. “I want you to listen very closely.” His eyes, so dark behind the mask, devoured me where I stood. “Are you listening, Darlin’?” I nodded again, at a loss for words. “You’re going to come live with me so I can take back what’s mine.”
“He plays dirty, but we play dirtier, Darlin’.”
“Oh, don’t get off your knees for me, Darlin’. I quite liked you down there.”
the bull of a man grabbed Doug by the collar of his shirt, lifting him out of his seat.
Poor Doug
He was trailing a spur along my bare skin.
I froze as Booker’s lips grazed the back of my shoulder, moving my hair out of the way to ghost his mouth over the crook of my neck. He was gone a second later, footsteps receding. “Clean yourself up and head to bed.”
“I want respect.”
Do you??
But the side of this man that just presented himself to me in a quietly caring way was the
treatment I wanted after all the rough sex and manhandling.
“Swallow your fear, Darlin’. Don’t let it control you. Bend that fear to your advantage and use it as fuel.” Because if she didn’t, she’d never make it through this life.
“Open those eyes, Darlin’. I want to see.”
“Please what, Darlin’?”
A single candle flickered in the space, faintly illuminating the three men in front of me. Their masks covered their faces,
“That what you want, Brynne? The three of us pleasuring you?”
If he was using me for bait, chances were, Booker would leave me here to die. He had his deed—he had no reason to come save me.
Really?? After everything!?? Idiot
Doug wasn’t who I thought he was—an innocent patron that frequented Marv’s Diner.
OMFG Doug. Poor sweet old DOUG!?? I felt bad for you!!
when I raised my pistol in their direction, with Lance’s attention still focused on Austin at my truck, I centered all my hopes and wishes on the trajectory of the bullet.
ALL YOUR HOPES AND WISHES
“Yeah. Plus, I hate dogs,” Henley added.
Well, now I hate you HENLEY
