Destry

Rough and Hard - 1

Lola Stark

Acknowledgement

I need to thank a hundred extra people this time round… Top of my list is my little gang of hotties. David, Rach and C.J, you freaking rock my socks off. Without you three, I would have fallen flat on my face, ass in the air and stayed there. Thanks for covering the goods.

Pebbles, as always, you make my world a better place. You’re so cemented in my life I’m not sure how I managed without you before now. The blinding love and care you, your friends and family have lent to me will make me forever humble and blessed. There aren’t many people left who will take you as you are and love you unconditionally for it. This makes you one of a kind. You’ve sticky taped this bitch together until the glue sets. You jump, I jump.

My Care Bear, for your rendition of “Hopelessly Devoted” and distracting me with long-ass Skype chats on nights where I couldn’t write—thanks to you, the words came unstuck. You deserve all the love in the world, sweetheart, and I’m lucky to have you.

C.C, for your kickass words of wisdom and fun chats. Holly for all the references and sexy cowboy names. My amazing editor, Becky. Love your face off, hooker! LM Creations, for promo images and teasers, you’re out of this world crazy amazing!

My amazing yet painful minions. I love you all to the moon and back. Again, you astound me daily; I’ve not been any prouder of anything else I’ve accomplished. No matter how you drive me crazy, I can look at you while you sleep and be certain I don’t actually want to punch you in the throat.

Dedication

This book was written at a time where I was lost and confused. I needed a lifeline to pull me out of the dark days. When the people who meant the most to me had hurt me or deserted me in my time of need, there was one person who stood by me though it all. For every man or woman who’s in need of a cowboy to take them away … even for a little while.

XOXO

DISCLAIMER

Destry is not as funny as my other books. While there are some hot steamy scenes, it's more a contemporary romance than humorous erotica. In my eyes at least. I will let y'all be the judge of that regardless. Just please keep an open mind when going in... you may giggle a time or two, but it's definitely not the same category.

I've written this book at a time in my life when I was looking for something short, sweet and light. So that's what Destry is. I do hope you enjoy him.

XOXOXO

Prologue

Amelia

Pulling my car up into the drive of my perfect yard, with my perfectly straight flowerbeds and perfectly manicured grass, I parked my car and made my way inside my equally perfect house. Slipping my heels off at the door, I scooped them up as I made my way up the stairs. I needed a long soak in a bubble bath, with maybe a scented candle or two, and perhaps a glass of wine, or three. I could then relax and contemplate my apparently, perfect life.

I’d gotten off work early, and rather than stopping to do the grocery shopping like I should have, I’d come home to freshen up. Maybe I’d be lucky and get in some alone time before I had to play my part.

Just two more months and I’d officially be Mrs. Wesley Longstone. Wife to an extremely successful advertising agent. Our relationship was a complex one. We’d been together for around two years. And over the last two years, I was doing what was expected of me, rather than what was making me happy.

I had to learn to love Wesley. He wasn’t at all the type I would have chosen for myself. How it worked in our family was the daughters were supposed to marry somebody with equal breeding, equal intellect and equal money.

Love had nothing to do with it.

Highstone women married for social standing.

Tragic, huh?

It was just the way it was. Taking it all in my stride, we had reached a point where we were happy and content. I would continue to play my part and would learn to love him.

Dragging my tired feet down the plush beige carpet, I pushed open my bedroom door. My eyes took a second to adjust to the low light and quickly registered the scene playing out in front of me.

In slow motion, my heels dropped from my hand to the floor with a loud clap; I stood rooted to the spot, unable to look away. There, on my one-thousand count white Egyptian sheets, was my fiancé going to town on a busty brunette.

She was bent over, holding onto my mahogany headboard while he rammed into her from behind making growling and grunting sounds. He was also pulling her pigtailed hair.

Admittedly, my first thought was, “What the hell is he wearing?” Instead, I gasped, “Nikki!”

They visibly jerked at the sound of my voice. Wesley spun around so quickly, he almost tumbled off the bed. My stomach recoiled, bile rising in my throat. Swallowing hard, I choked it down and opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Not a peep.

Wesley stood up from the bed, sweating and panting, wearing a cowboy hat and a pair of leather chaps.

Nothing else. I didn’t know if I should laugh, yell or cry at that point; the entire situation was ridiculous.

He started toward me with his hands out in a placating gesture. Talking so quickly, his sentences jumbled together, becoming one rush of exhaled words. He continued to inch toward me. “Now, precious, it’s not what you think. I swear it. I just… well, it was just… she… she means nothing to me. It was an accident.”

I looked from Wesley, in his ridiculous little costume, to Nikki, my sister, and back again. I couldn’t seem to get my body to cooperate with my mind, which had other things to think about.

An accident?

A fucking accident?

“Are you kidding me?” I took a breath to calm myself but hissed out, “Are you freakin’ kidding me! You’re—you—” I choked back the urge to vomit and punch him in the face. My throat constricted and the bridge of my nose tingled, but there was no way I would give them the satisfaction of seeing me anything other than angry.

I looked to my sister. We’d never been close, but this was low down and dirty period. “I should have known he was as slimy as a barrel of snakes, but you? I never thought you would, Nikki. Really? Why?” She quickly threw her clothes back on, avoiding eye contact with me.

“Please, don’t let me stop y’all. You clearly deserve each other. Have at it,” I said, waving my hand in a ‘go ahead’ gesture. Turning, I walked mechanically back downstairs, snagging my purse and keys from the hall table and out the door to my car.

“Amelia! Wait! Please! Let me explain. Amelia!” Wesley yelled out behind me.

I made it to the door of my car before a hand landed on my shoulder. I spun around and came face-to-face with Nikki, looking not nearly as remorseful as she should be. I hissed through clenched teeth, “Get your goddamn hand off me, before I break it.”

I shifted so her hand slipped off and fell to her side. She just had to open her now pouting mouth. “Look this sort of thing happens, all right? It happens all the time. You don’t need to throw a fit, Amelia. Just move on. It’s easy.”

Is she shittin’ me?

I looked her up and down, noticing her flushed face, crumpled dress, her smeared whore-red lipstick and hair tied in loose and messy pigtails. She looked just that. A complete mess. My sister had never had the greatest of morals, but this was a new level of depravity even for her trashy ass.

Without another word, I reared my hand back and planted my fist, fast and hard, on the very tip of her precious nose. The satisfying crunch I heard and clear break under my knuckles made me a little too happy.

As she screamed and fell to the ground cupping her bloody face, Wesley chose that very moment to run out the front door. His stupid outfit now gone, he stopped dead watching me shaking out my hand while Nikki flailed around on the ground, squealing like the dirty pig she was.

That was the moment I lost all control.

Hysterical laughter bubbled up my chest and found its way out of my lips. I flipped them both the bird and jumped in my silver Audi. Starting it up in record time, I took off like a bat out of hell, speeding through our neighborhood, headed anywhere but there.

1

Amelia

I’d been driving for what felt like hours. My eyes were sore and puffy from the crying jags I had suffered through, and my mind was spinning. The image of them together permanently burned into my mind’s eye. And to top it all off, I was starting to think I had broken my damn hand when I punched my skank of a sister in her pretty face.

Not so pretty anymore, are you, Nikki?

My knuckles were swollen, throbbing and bruised in a multitude of colors already. I cried for the betrayal. I cried for the humiliation and the devastation of my sister, being so cunning.

I even cried for the sheets they ruined.

What I didn’t do was cry about him.

I didn’t feel that sense of loss for him I would have expected. Strangely enough, I felt relieved. My left hand felt as if it weighed about twenty pounds lighter without the engagement ring I had ripped off my finger and thrown at the pretty white sign that read ‘You are now leaving Mansfield. Come back again soon’.

I wasn’t about to go back. At least, not back to him. I had no idea where I was going and I didn’t care. Not one little bit.

During my drive, my cell buzzed repeatedly on the seat beside me. My father’s name flashed across the screen. Reaching forward, I turned the radio up louder, turned my phone off and kept on driving.

This was what my life had amounted to:

Twenty-eight years old and running away from my life; a father who controlled my every move; a mother who did as she was told, and a fiancé who was giving my sister the business. I was fed the hell up with being the good little girl I was told I was supposed to be, wearing the clothes I was told to and doing the things a ‘proper lady’ was expected to.

Playing a fucking part. All my goddamn life.

To hell with that. It was time for me to cut the cord, find out what I really wanted in life and live how I wanted to. I just had no clue where to start.

Spotting an all-night diner, I pulled over and made my way inside. I sat for a long while, drinking cup after cup of the worst coffee I’d ever tasted in my entire life.

Drinking that coffee felt liberating. I mean, yeah, it was crappy diner coffee, but I chose it and I would drink it with pride. It didn’t matter about the taste or the stained and chipped mug it was in. What mattered was the choice was mine.

Staring blankly at the map I’d picked up when I walked in the doors, I tried in vain to figure out where the heck I was headed. An idea crossed my mind. Closing my eyes, I raised a pointed finger and dropped it down onto the creased paper. Peeking through one eye, I checked my new destination.

San Antonio.

I was headed for San Antonio.

Smiling to myself, I collected my map and purse, and shuffled—still bare foot—to my car. Sliding in, I started my baby up and off we went on the first and biggest life choice I’d made.

I was going on an adventure.

The smell coming in from my open window was exhilarating, dew and fresh grass, as were the sounds of my tires on the asphalt and the darkness surrounding me. All of it was liberating. I frowned at the music which suddenly filled my car; the song I had chosen for my almost nuptials was drifting from the speakers.

I took my eyes off the road for a split second while changing the radio station. I sat back up and barely had a second to spot the cow in the middle of the road. My stomach dropped out, the adrenaline kicked in and my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

SHIT!

Hitting the brakes, I swerved hard. The screech of tires and the smell of burning rubber hit me just a moment before I veered off the road. A scream tore from my throat as I missed the cow and tried to right the car after losing control, but to no avail.

Every bump in the road forced my body to jerk and bounce around like a child playing with its rag doll. The airbag popped out and hot powder assaulted me, the loud noise making my ears ring. My head smacked sideways into the door as I came to a sudden stop.

Bringing my hand up to my head, my fingers met something warm and wet. The smell of rust hit my nose; it was too dark to see, but I assumed it was my blood. I reached around the floor of the car searching for my cell. Once I found it, I mashed the power button and waited for it to power up. When the screen remained black, I yelled obscenities at the steering wheel. Unable to get it working, I threw it on the seat and flung the door open, falling to the ground on my hands and Jell-O-like knees, violently shaking. The dizzy feeling making me want to puke, I clutched at my pounding skull in an effort to calm the herd of bulls stampeding around in my brain.

. A few moments passed, and I finally caught my breath. I pulled myself up with the help of the open door. I leaned against it while I caught my bearings.

Inspecting the front of the car with the small amount of light from the one working headlight, I sighed and leaned down to examine the damage. Someone had jammed a tree into my engine block.

God damn it! This was just my luck.

It seemed I’d caused a fair bit of damage. It was definitely not drivable, based on the shattered glass, the dripping water and the tree currently parading as a hood ornament.

On top of my destroyed car and dead cell, I obviously still had no shoes; it was some ungodly hour of the morning, and the last form of civilization I passed was about twenty miles back down the road.

The cow I almost hit stood motionless in the middle of the road. Seeing the stupid thing standing there like nothing had happened made me see red. I stomped over to the senseless creature and shoved at its side. Its tail swished but other than that it made no signs of moving.

“You stupid, fat, piece of meat! I hope you’re happy! Look what you’ve done! You just had to screw everything up, didn’t you! Didn’t you! You dumb shit! I was about to start my goddamn life! Gahhhhh!” My throat protested as I screamed loudly and stomped my foot.

Energy expended, I dropped my forehead onto the cow’s side. My eyes shut tight; I continued to yell at the top of my lungs.

“S’cuse me, ma’am. You mind not givin’ my cattle a hidin’?” A smooth male voice asked from behind me.

Jumping a solid foot in the air, I screamed long and loud. My hand flew to my heaving chest and I spun around, stepped back quickly, and bumped into the idiotic beast behind me. “Shit, sorry! It was in the middle of the road and I almost hit it.” I paused a moment. “Wait, it’s yours? Why is it in the middle of the road?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips in annoyance.

The headlights from his truck shined softly up from the side of the road, backlighting his silhouette and leaving his face concealed in shadow. I must have been in a state to not have heard his truck or seen the lights. Another bout of hysterical laughter bubbled up from my chest. Today couldn’t get any worse.

I was barefoot, standing in the middle of the road trying to beat up a cow, probably looking deranged and homeless while some tall, built cowboy came along to witness my meltdown.

Of course.

Why the hell not?

“You all right there, ma’am? Are you hurt?” The cowboy moved forward a step, one hand palm up as he approached me, as if he thought I might turn tail and run.

Not likely, considering I was trapped between an eight-hundred pound animal and a solid wall of muscled man. “You’ve gone and banged your head good there,” he drawled, gesturing to my head.

I’d forgotten about the cut on my brow. I imagined I looked like a busted can of biscuits. Sobering up quickly, I straightened, putting my hand up to stop his rather intimidating approach.

“I’m fine really, but your stupid animal was in the middle of the damn road and I swerved so as not to hit the ginormous thing and crashed my car.” I took a second to assess the man in front of me. I didn’t know if I should be worried or not. A female out on a deserted road with a stranger. I mean, he could be some sort of weird-ass serial killer for all I knew. He didn’t act or look like one, but then again, what did I know about criminal profiling?

I rolled my eyes at myself, and the excessive rambling I was doing inside my head. “Have you got a cell phone so I can call for a tow truck please?” I asked as politely as possible. If I could get my car towed back to the closest town, I could find a hotel for the night and figure out what to do from there.

I was answered by a short husky laugh that had my stomach fluttering. “Darlin’, you ain’t gonna get a tow out here at this time of night. Damn, you ain’t gonna get one out here for another three days, at the least. Tommy’s visitin’ family.”

Oh, hell no. What was I supposed to do now?

“I really don’t care who this Tommy guy is, but I’m sure there has to be a tow truck somewhere in town. Can you help me or not?” I snapped.

The day’s festivities had finally caught up with me. I was fed up, tired and had just suffered through the worst day ever. I also didn’t appreciate the condescending tone his voice carried.

Another cocky cowboy. No surprises there. I’d met a few of them over the years and they were always the same. Arrogant assholes.

“You ain’t from round here, are ya?” he asked.

“No, I’m not. I’ve had a horrible day. I’ve driven for hours and your shit-for-brains animal made me crash my damn car. I’m tired, sore and not at all in the mood to sleep on the side of the road. So can you or can you not call me a tow truck?”

Nice Amelia had left the building.

His voice turned hard as he instructed, “Get in the truck. You can stay at the ranch tonight and call somebody to come get you in the mornin’.”

Get in his truck?

I had no idea who he was. Why the hell would I get in his truck? I stood there, rooted to the spot, contemplating my choices. Get in the car with an annoying stranger or wait out on the side of the road?

Damn it!

I didn’t like my options, but it was becoming clear I would have to get in his truck and pray to God he wasn’t an ax murderer because a woman waiting on the side of the road, all alone…that was just asking for trouble.

“If you need anything outta the car, you best be gettin' it. I won’t be long. Gotta take care of this ‘shit-for-brains animal’, and then we’ll get going.”

I didn’t like the snark in his voice and I was done being told what to do; rude or not, I wasn’t about to let him boss me around. I stood my ground, arms crossed over my chest, chin up, playing the defiant girl I had never been allowed to be.

Lord only knows why I chose that moment to practice being stubborn, but to hell with men and their stupid cowboy hats.

“You fixin’ to be stubborn? Knock ya socks off, darlin’,” Cocky cowboy called me out on my stunt.

I watched as he walked up to the cow and pulled out his cell. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but not five minutes later, another truck pulled up; its lights shone directly onto the cowboy.

My God, he’s gorgeous.

I felt the heat rising in my face as I took him in for the first time. Brown, scuffed cowboy boots paired with washed-out Wranglers, were held tight with a huge metal belt buckle and topped with a well-worn white cotton t-shirt. His shirt strained against his defined body. I was too far away to get a good look at his face, but what I could see under his big black cowboy hat was a hard chin that screamed nibble me.

“Howdy, ma’am. Sorry ‘bout the hold up.” Rumbled another husky voice.

I spun around, taking in the two cowboys staring at me. The sight alone made my knees turn to jelly. The second cowboy moved forward, his hand out. I reached mine forward and he took it in both of his and shook it gently. I could feel the hard callouses on them.

They were large, rough and hard, definitely working hands. The gentleness in them surprised me.

Dear Lord, what was I? Some type of hand tramp?

“Austin’s the name. I’m sure my brother, Destry, didn’t think to introduce himself so please excuse his manners. Dropped on his head a few times, he was. And you are?”

“Amelia, my name is Amelia,” I answered.

He smiled down at me, a glint in his eye. “A pretty name for a pretty lil’ lady. Would you mind holdin’ on a little longer while we move this here cow outta the way? We’ll be back in a lil’ bit.”

He was smooth. I’d give him that. He had more charm than you could poke a stick at. “That’s all right, I have to get my things from my car anyway,” I told Austin while trying to ignore the foul look Destry was giving me, along with the grunt he threw out.

If Destry had asked nicely like Austin did, I would have done it! Okay, that was total bull, but something about Destry just rubbed me the wrong way. His unique name caught my attention. It was an old name I thought, one that I hadn’t come across more than once of twice in old western novels.

I quickly shoved everything into my enormous purse, and barefoot in a field on the side of the highway, I picked my way over rocks, glass, trash, and cow shit to the truck Austin had pulled up in. Destry and Austin came over, the cow now back on the right side of the fence. “C’mon, I’ll give ya a hand up,” Destry mumbled and walked to the passenger’s side of his truck.

I looked to Austin who was smirking at me. “I’m stayin’ back to fix this here fence up. You should go on back to the ranch with Destry. Was a pleasure meetin’ ya, ‘Melia.” Austin tipped his hat and walked off, slapping his brother on the back as he passed.

With a huff, I made for the other truck. “I can get in just fine, thank you very much,” I snapped at him. With one hand clutching my purse, I tried to climb up into the truck. My skirt making it a little more difficult than I imagined. A gasp tore from my throat as a large, warm hand planted itself on my backside and pushed. Hard.

Clearly befuddled, I cleared my throat, and without looking his way, thanked him while buckling my seatbelt. Destry walked around the front of the truck. His face once again became visible as he passed the lights.

Sweet baby Jesus.

He was hot! Not just hot, but mess-your-panties devastatingly hot.

2

Destry

Pissed off and bone-ass tired weren’t a good combination.

Add in the uppity city girl sitting in my truck, and it was a recipe fixing to go bad. My brother’s flirting with her didn’t help either. He couldn’t help himself. He’d put the moves on any girl who walked in his line of sight. I didn’t know why it bothered me so much. She was smart-mouthed and stubborn.

I got a call at two am telling me there was a break in the fence and one of the cattle was out. When I pulled up to fix it, the cow hadn’t gone far, but the mad woman in my passenger’s seat had been tenderizing the hell out of its rib meat.

Who in their right mind tried to hit a cow?

Then she went and told me off like I was a child. All the while standing there in her pretty white top and tighter-than-tight black skirt, which molded perfectly to a very lush ass. She might be sexy as all get up, but she was a city girl. It was written all over her. And city girls didn’t dance with country boys.

She’d been silent the whole ride back to the ranch. As we pulled in, I tapped my thumbs on the steering wheel. My palms were sweating.

She’d torn her skirt trying to jump in my truck. She’d also given me the perfect excuse to get a hand on her ass. Only problem with that was the hard-on I’d been sporting. She wasn’t helping any, crossing and uncrossing her legs. My jeans were cutting off the circulation to the bottom half of my body, making the ride home more than uncomfortable.

I put the truck in park and jumped down. The woman made me lose all my manners. I didn’t introduce myself to start with, mostly because I was taken aback by the comical situation I’d stumbled upon. It wasn’t every day you pulled up to find a smoking hot chick going Mike Tyson on a cow. I realized, as I watched her climb down to the ground, I hadn’t opened her door, another rude thing I’d done, but I was tired and she was making me lose my bearings. If Gran got a load of me being a prick, she’d surely slap me upside the head. I shook my head and readjusted the crotch of my jeans before stepping out from beside the truck. With a curt nod, I directed her toward the house.

“You live here?” she asked, shock written all over her face.

Typical.

City girls always thought we were hicks, living in trailers or rundown old shacks.

“Yes, ma’am. Gran and Pops are sleepin’, so I’ll take you up and get you settled.” Casting a look around, I questioned, “You don’t have any other bags?”

I noticed when she had gotten her stuff from the car that she only had one snotty looking bag and nothing else. The damn thing looked like it could hold a newborn calf; it was that big, but it appeared to be fairly empty.

Blushing, she looked past me and bit her pretty pink lip. “Oh, no. I—I left in a bit of a hurry. I’ll just pick some things up in town tomorrow. If I can use the phone, I’ll call a cab.”

I burst out laughing at that. “Darlin’, catchin’ a cab’s gonna cost ya a fortune. I’ll have one of the boys take ya in.” Her chin lifted up as it occurred to me she probably didn’t give a good goddamn what it cost to get outta here.

“Thank you. That’s very kind.”

I bit the inside of my mouth so I didn’t go making it worse by laughing at her snobby little attitude. Clearing my throat, I pulled my hat off and dusted it across my jeans. Stomping my boots, I stepped through the door as I ran my hand through my hair. ”Guest room’s up stairs. I’ll show you the way, and then you’ll have to s’cuse me. I’ve gotta be up in a few hours.”

Toeing my boots off, I hung my hat up and watched her eyes go wide, darting around the room; her mouth dropped open a little before she composed herself and stood tall again. I turned, hiding the smirk on my face as I lead her up the stairs and opened the door gesturing inside. “You’ll find extra blankets in the closet. Wouldn’t think you’ll need ‘em though.”

It occurred to me she didn’t have any personal belongings with her so I held up my finger, wordlessly telling her to hold on for a moment before ducking out the door and across the hall to my own room. A few seconds later, I returned with one of my t-shirts and threw it on the bed. “Bathrooms across the hall. You’ll find a new toothbrush in the cabinet. If you’re all set, I oughta get some shut eye”

“Thank you again, Destry. I appreciate your kindness,” she told me, looking from my shirt to the door and back again. A slight blush coloring her creamy cheeks.

I left with a grunt and made for my bedroom, flopping face down on the big bed with a groan. “Fuck,” I said to the empty room, my voice muffled in the comforter. Why were the pretty ones always stuck up princesses? I rolled and popped the button on my jeans to relieve some pressure; I’d almost had my raging hard-on under control. That was until my name slipped from between her pretty lips and the blush came across her face. I was gonna be laying in bed all night imagining her in my shirt, wondering how much of her legs it’d cover.

X X X

The sun was close to setting and I’d had a long hot day of fixing fences and checking on cattle among the other ranch duties. As I approached the main house, I heard a tinkling laughter followed by a louder male laugh, which meant one thing.

My brothers.

One of them had gotten on her good side.

Annoyance riled through me at the thought of one of them getting her to laugh. I ripped my hat off and stomped up the few stairs that lead to the huge wrap around porch. I stumbled over my feet as I registered her leaning over the big table, placing bowls of food down. She was wearing my t-shirt, which was tied up at the side, showing just a tiny hint of her flat, smooth stomach before the itty-bitty denim skirt rode low on her hips cut off the view.

My mouth went dry when she looked up and met my eyes. “Destry. Thank you so much for having Ellie May take me into town this morning.”

“Hmpff.” I grunted as I quickly moved behind the counter to hide my instant problem. The instant problem seemed not to understand my family was in the same room. Puppies, just think about puppies, I told myself.

I continued watching her moving around, flashing bits of skin here and there. Sending my little sister, Ellie-May, to run her into town might have been either the best or worst idea I’d ever had.

My head snapped down as a hand connected with the back of it.

“Oh, hell no. Where’s them manners of yours, boy?” Gran stood behind me, hands on her hips and looking mighty mad. “You know I taught y’all better than that. Give me some suga’, baby.” She pointed to her cheek.

“Sorry, ma’am.” I ducked my head and gave her what she was after.

I hadn’t even pulled my head back before I copped another whack to the back of my head. “What was that—”

She wiggled her finger in front of my face. “Now, you can apologize to poor Amelia over there for bein’ so rude before you go wash up. Supper’s just about ready.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I sighed as I made my way through the kitchen, tipping my head to Amelia and mumbling a half-assed apology as I went.

She simply nodded her head and looked away quickly as I passed.

X X X

To say dinner was the most awkward meal I’d had since my grandparents had sat me down for the sex talk when I was just a boy would be the understatement of the century. Amelia prancing around barefoot in her tiny denim skirt with sparkles on her ass—topped with my shirt—was killing me one blood starved brain cell at a time. Every time she moved around to fetch something, I could smell the sweet scent of vanilla. I could also see way too much skin, and the moment she laughed, my groin tightened to the point I couldn’t even shift in my seat for fear of grabbing her and dragging her off to show her what she was doing to me.

“What where you doin’ drivin’ so late in the night way out here?” Braxton asked her around a mouthful of chicken fried steak.

“Manners,” Gran reminded him while I smirked.

I quickly realized I had no clue who she was or where she came from, so I decided to sit and quietly listen. Not that I had any interest in getting to know her; she was just another city chick passing through town.

“Gotta say, darlin’, luck was firmly planted on our side findin’ such a pretty thing like you on the side of the road needin’ assistance.” I rolled my eyes at his blatant attempt to flirt with her. She was too stuck up to respond to him; she’d probably just look at the poor country boy with disgust.

“Well, aren’t you just a sweet talker.” My head snapped to Amelia when I heard the small laugh in her voice. What the hell? She was buying it? I flicked my eyes back down to my plate and shoveled more food in my mouth so I didn’t say something rude.

"Wish I'd found you out there and not Destry. I wouldn't have cussed you out for pushing the cows," Braxton mumbled under his breath.

"Nah, you'd just shove her outta the way so you could get to the cows, you inbred, redneck asshole." Austin laughed, catching a scowl for his loud joke.

I sat silently, pretending to show no interest in the conversation, but really I was taking it all in. Amelia would be staying for the two weeks it would take for her car to be repaired. She’d argued until she was almost blue in the face, but Gran put her foot down and insisted. This was fine by me. I’d hardly see her anyway. I had fences to fix and horses to train. I’d just busy myself while she was here. I’d still have to see her when I got in of an evening, but I could make myself scarce.

“You boys be sure to get those dishes done. We’re off to bed.” Gran stood and squeezed my shoulder before turning to our new houseguest. “Please excuse us, Amelia. If you need anything, you let the boys know; they’ll be happy to help you.”

“Got that right.” Austin smirked from where he was, and leaned back in his chair, arms behind his head. Gran ignored him and headed to her room at the far back of the house.

Pops lingered for a moment looking at each one of us with an amused expression on his face. “Don’t be letting these boys pull the wool over your eyes, pumpkin. They’re a handful, but they do have some manners in ‘em.” With that, he gave us a tip of his head and followed after Gran.

“Anything I can show you, Amelia?” Austin smiled at her and flexed his arms. He was such an idiot sometimes.

“I think I might take you up on that offer.” Her reply made me inhale sharply which started a coughing fit. They ignored me and kept it going. “You’ll show me round, won’t you, Austin?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a cheesy drawl. I kicked his foot under the table and moved to stand up.

“Jackass,” I murmured under my breath as I began collecting the dishes. My hand collided with Amelia’s as we both reached for the same dish in the middle of the table. She quickly pulled her hand back like I’d burned her. With a scoff, I snatched the dish up and took it all to the kitchen.

“I didn’t really get a chance to thank you properly for last night.” Amelia’s soft voice floated through the old rustic kitchen. She slid a few dishes onto the counter next to me and cleared her throat, taking me by surprise. “Thank you, for helping me. I mean, I know you don’t know me and you didn’t have to, so… just… thank you.” From the corner of my eye, I could see a light pink tinge to her cheeks; she was blushing. No doubt, she was embarrassed about last night.

I would have laughed over her embarrassment, but my dumbass brothers and their flirting had put me in a foul mood. This in turn had pissed me off even more, because there was nothing about them messing with this girl I needed to be pissed about. “Sure,” I grumbled and turned off the running water.

Her next comment took me by surprise. “You clearly have a problem with me. I don’t know what it is and I’m not really in the mood to find out. Forget I said anything,” she sassed. I spun around to tell her that just her being here was enough to annoy me, when she squeaked and landed in Austin’s arms, her hands flat against his chest and the rest of her body plastered to his. I ground my teeth and kept quiet when I realized he must have been standing behind her. When she turned to leave, she’d run smack bang into him.

“You fallin’ for me already, darlin’?” He smirked his trademark smile down at her stunned face.

A growl I couldn’t keep down rumbled up from my chest. Amelia giggled, the sound going straight to my crotch. I dropped the hand with the dishtowel in it, covering the bulge in my pants.

Austin flicked his eyes up to me, and with a bastard-like laugh, he righted Amelia and snaked his arm around her waist. He said, “Come on, sweet thing. I’ll show you round. We’ll start at the barn.”

“Like hell you will, asshole!” I ground out, glaring at the hand he had riding low on Amelia’s hip. Everyone who lived round these parts knew you didn’t take a girl to the barn unless you were putting the moves on her. Austin dropped his arm and Amelia stepped back out of the way with a look of shock on her face.

“What’re you gonna do about it, big brother?” Austin crossed his arms over his chest and widened his stance.

“Don’t push me, kid. I’ll knock the sense right back into you.” Perhaps calling him kid was a dumbass move seeing as he hated that nickname, but he was getting on my nerves.

We lunged at each other at about the same time and went tumbling to the ground in a ball of arms and legs. No matter how much he pissed me off, I’d never actually hurt him; he was my kid brother. I pushed up and grabbed him in a headlock only for him to twist out of it and gain the upper hand, breaking away and reversing our positions.

Laughter from the doorway had my head swinging around to find Ellie-May almost doubled over, holding her stomach and pointing at us. Amelia, however, was nowhere in sight. I rolled over and groaned.

“You two buffoons just handed her to Braxton on a silver platter while y’all rolled around and played who has the biggest penis.” She was laughing so hard by that point, she had tears streaming down her face.

“Don’t say penis,” Austin grouched at Ellie. She was the youngest of us all and we were not only fiercely protective of her, we also tended to forget she was almost twenty years old.

3

Amelia

Braxton lead me outside onto the porch as the sun was setting. The sky to the west blazed with pink and orange clouds, bathing the acres of surrounding land in a gentle, golden light. I’d honestly never seen a sunset so pretty before in my life.

"Sorry, they get kinda intense whenever there's a female around who isn't related to us," Braxton said, leaning against the banister of the porch steps. I stood opposite and took him in.

His honey-wheat blond hair, spiked up in all directions, was clearly not purposely styled that way. It was the style of a busy cowboy who had ran his hands through his hair more than once. Probably in frustration at his brothers antics. A light stubble kissed his jawline, dusting his golden skin with the most delicious scruff. I wanted to touch it just to see if it was as soft as it looked. His eyes were what really grabbed my attention though; stormy blue with tiny flecks of mossy green that you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t looking hard enough, but it wasn’t just the color that pulled me in. There was a gentleness behind his gaze, one his brothers didn't have.

I didn’t know why, but I felt like I'd known Braxton all my life, when in reality, that couldn't be further from the truth. Maybe it was the fact I'd been here a total of one day, and already these strangers had shown me more kindness than every member of my family had my entire life, or maybe I’d just hit my head harder than I thought.

Braxton gave me a nervous smile, probably because I was staring like a total creeper. I saw a flash of teeth and his whole face transformed as he gave me a megawatt smile.

Christ, can these boys get anymore damn edible?

I leaned back against the banister opposite him and my eyes, of their own violation, did a quick sweep of his muscled chest clearly defined by the black tank that was plastered to him like a second skin. As he crossed his arms over his chest, his biceps bulged out further. I swallowed and averted my eyes quickly when he cleared his throat. He was clearly more than aware of the effect he had on me, but rather than be an ass, he just smirked and dropped his gaze to the ground at my bare feet.

“It’s gorgeous out here.” I glanced over at the last remnants of light ducking below the horizon in the distance.

“Mhmm, it really is something else.”

Destry chose that exact moment to come stomping out and gave Braxton a death glare that would have had me taking a step back. Braxton, however, didn’t move except to stand up taller and hold his ground.

I burst out laughing at the display of testosterone, and walked back up to the house shaking my head. I had no idea what was wrong with these guys, but damn if I didn’t want to find out. They’d made me laugh more in the last few hours than I had in a long time. Destry though, I was still wary of. I had the other two fairly figured out. Braxton was the sweet one. Austin was the flirt, but Destry, he was still a mystery. Yet my first impression about him being a cocky ass was lingering in the back of my mind. I had a feeling I was going to like it here regardless.

X X X

Curled up on the worn leather sofa only an hour after tonight’s testosterone tug-of-war, I hugged my mug of hot cocoa to my chest with a sigh. It was the best damn cocoa I’d ever had.

“Mmmm,” I sighed and laid my head back against the soft cushioning behind me. The liquid chocolate wafted up, soothing me and making me feel warm and comfortable. The only sounds were the crickets chirping outside the large double windows. It was so comforting; my eyes closed briefly.

“Good, huh?” Destry’s voice caught me by surprise, making me jump a little. I looked over to see him leaning casually against the doorframe with his ankles crossed and a small smirk playing on his lips as he raised his own mug up to his mouth and took a sip. The man was pure unadulterated sex on a stick; there wasn’t a single inch of him that wasn’t solid, hard muscle. His muscles beckoned to me, taunting me to lean in and lick and bite. I felt my cheeks warm when his gaze landed on me; he’d clearly caught me ogling him and found it funny. I tucked my bare feet further up under myself and looked down at my mug.

“You made this?” I asked a little surprised. I assumed it was a Braxton, since he’d been the one to hand it to me before he went to bed. I didn’t even realize anybody was still awake; I was so lost in the peaceful quiet of the big old house.

“Sure I did.” He pushed off the doorframe and walked over to a big over-stuffed reclining chair, dropping down into it and filling the entire thing, making it seem as if it were tiny.

I knew I was supposed to say something but I was transfixed with the way his arms looked in his navy blue cotton t-shirt, the way it pulled tight across his broad shoulders and defined chest. His arms looked like they were close to tearing the sleeves in two. He was without a doubt, the sexiest man I’d come across, and he didn’t have to do anything to flaunt it; it was a natural kind of good looking. His strong jaw sporting the five o’clock shadow would make any sane woman want to nibble on it. His eyes were a striking blue with nearly invisible gold flecks; they were bright yet they held a guarded curiosity. Destry cleared his throat, snapping me back to the now; he was looking at me expectantly, so I’d clearly missed whatever it was he had been saying while I made a fool of myself gawking at him.

“Sorry? I was off in my own little world,” I admitted, hoping he wasn’t going to call me out on my bad manners.

“I was just asking if you wanted me to show you around tomorrow.” He shifted in his seat looking uncomfortable for whatever reason. I was a little surprised by his gesture; it was not at all what I was expecting.

“That’s really nice of you. I would, however, like to help around here anyway I can.” His short sharp laugh and roll of his eyes had me confused and a little annoyed.

“Darlin’, I’m pretty sure work on the ranch might near kill you, or at least break a few of your nails.” His smart words got under my skin. Did he think we were living in the 1800s? I could do anything he could do, and I could do it with more class and a cute ass.

“Umm, sexist much? I’m more than capable of getting my hands dirty,” I told him with a glare.

“Maybe in the city you could do a spot of gardening, but out here, it’s real work.” He shook his head and sipped his cocoa looking relaxed and not at all bothered that he’d just royally pissed me off.

“What time do we start in the morning?” I asked defiantly. I wasn’t about to let an asshole guy tell me I couldn’t handle a bit of hard work.

With a smug look on his face, he told me, “Four am, sweetheart.” I bit the inside of my cheek to stop from telling him I was nobody’s sweetheart.

I stood up, walked over to him, handed him my empty mug and smiled sweetly. “Equality and all that jazz. I wouldn’t want you going around thinking it was a woman’s job to be in the kitchen.” His stunned expression made me giddy. I’d one upped him. “See you at four, cowboy.” I heard his grunt as I walked off toward the stairs. Knowing he was watching me the entire way, did wonders for my damaged ego

X X X

Rolling over, I stretched my arms up above my head and yawned, pushing myself up onto my elbows. I flicked my eyes over to the clock perched on the wall. It was before five in the morning and I was awake. “The damn sun isn’t even up yet,” I grumbled, sliding out from the warmth of the double bed. Hell knows what I was thinking the previous night. I needed my head examined or my pride cut down some.

Shuffling down the stairs twenty minutes later, I tried and failed to put a spring in my step, just to show the obnoxious ass I was able to wake up at the same time as his highness and look good doing it.

“She won’t hack it.” Destry’s voice stopped my zombie-like movements in an instant. I stood stock still on the bottom step and strained my ears. The smell of food assaulted my nostrils and my stomach made a tiny rumble.

“Sure she will. I’ll bet she can even keep up with Braxton for most of the day.” Austin laughed. More clanging of plates being put down and shuffling of feet made it harder to hear what was being said.

“Don’t be an idiot. Just make sure you’re ready to bring her back to the house if she looks like she’s struggling.” A chair scraped against the wooden floors “She’s a city girl and I can guarantee she has no idea what she’s in for today,” Destry said with amusement.

I’ll show him, I mused to myself as I stepped into the kitchen–slash-dining room. The massive ten-seater table was set and plates of breakfast foods were laid out. A handful of delicious smells hit my senses all at once. Pushing Destry’s smart comments to the back of my mind, I said my good mornings to everyone. Saving the cocky cowboy for last, I smiled hugely at him. When he turned around to face me, I forced myself to appear a hundred times more awake and peppy than I actually felt.

A loud crash had my attention snapping to his hands, and then the floor. “Ah, you can’t wear that,” Destry grumbled when he took in my appearance, clenching his jaw tightly as he focused on a something over my shoulder.

I looked down at my clothes and back up again with a scowl. Who was he to tell me I couldn’t wear what I wanted to? I was three seconds from opening my mouth to give him a serving when a gaping Austin stood before me and groaned, “I—ah, they’re short and that’s… Jesus Christ, you’re freaking hot!”

“Like I said, you can’t wear that,” Destry sighed and bent down to pick up the plate he’d dropped.

“I can and I will. They’re shorts and a shirt. Not a big deal; get over it,” I chastised him. My mother had forever told me what was the ‘proper’ thing to wear and I wasn’t about to let a bunch of horny boys tell me I couldn’t wear what I wanted.

“I’m headin’ out to round up the cows. See y’all soon.” Braxton grabbed his hat from the hook by the back door and left.

I squatted down in front of Destry to help pick up the last of the mess when I registered two less people. “Where are your grandparents?” I asked quietly, hoping they were still asleep; I didn’t want to wake them.

“Gone away for a week to visit our cousins.” My eyes snapped up just as he looked away from the swell of my breasts against my white cotton tank. Destry cleared his throat and focused on the pieces of crockery. “They left earlier.”

"Well, we should get going. Braxton isn't going to move those cows himself and I'd hate for him to think I couldn't keep up.” I smiled sweetly as he registered the fact I’d heard every word he said. I grabbed the Stetson I’d borrowed from Ellie-May and a piece of buttered toast, popping the corner in my mouth before walking out the back screen door.

When I didn’t hear it shut behind me I looked over my shoulder to find Destry with his own hat in his hand, his eyes watching after me. I stepped onto the compressed gravel and slid my sunglasses onto my face, pretending to know exactly what we were supposed to be doing.

The rumble of an engine peaked my interest as Braxton rode out of a huge barn on a blue four-wheeler. The pure power of the engine had my scalp tingling and excitement building. I’d never been allowed to ride one; this hadn’t stopped me though. On a few occasions, I’d snuck off and hired one just so I could get away from the madness of my parents and their rules. A smile crept over my face as I climbed over the short fence and jumped down. Braxton winked at me and pulled the quad up in front of me, giving the engine a rev that had me throwing my head back and laughing.

“We’re takin’ the truck.” Destry’s gravelly voice close to my ear startled me, and I spun around, almost tripping over my own feet. His big hands shot out, grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me against his solid body. I could feel the warmth of his tanned hands through my light cotton tank. Goose bumps broke over my arms as I tried to hold back a shiver of want. His muscled arms had me doing a slow crawl up to his wide shoulders, which promised he was very able to lift a girl up and give it to her anyway she might want it. His grip on me tightened slightly as my nipples hardened under my bra. My breathing became heavier when he licked his full, soft lips, and without my consent, my own tongue darted out to mirror the action. I bit down on my bottom lip to stop the small moan I could feel working its way to the surface. Looking up, his blue eyes sparkled down at me, desire written all over his face, a look that was quickly sending my breathing into dangerous territory.

4

Destry

“Fuck no.” I watched as Amelia rode off with her head thrown back laughing, one arm wrapped far too low around my brother’s waist, the other holding her hat on as the wind flew through her hair. An insane urge to go after them and snatch her off Austin’s bike crashed over me. I took a few steps before it occurred to me that I didn’t care if she was plastered up against my brother. No, I didn’t care one little bit. I did, however, ponder while I jumped on my own quad; I needed to know what it was about her that had me behaving like a petulant asshole. “City girl,” I scoffed as I hit the gas, taking my frustration out on the bike. I forgot about my plan to take my truck, knowing the quad would get me around faster and cool me down.

Even with the breakneck speed I was pulling, I still didn’t catch up with them. Just as I pulled in, I spotted Austin leaning against his bike beside Amelia, smiling down at her with his hand leaning on the seat behind her ass. I turned the bike off, threw my leg over it, which landed on the ground with a thud and took large strides toward a smiling Austin. My jaw ticked as I ground my teeth with each step.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I fumed at him, glaring from under the wide brim of my hat. I clenched my hands by my side trying to calm my shit down. “You could have killed her, you idiot.” Austin pushed off from his bike and took a step toward me. I knew this was a sore point, yet I did it anyway. Austin had more than a few ghosts in his past and our relationship was one where we constantly provoked each other.

“Don’t push me,” Austin growled, his eyes going stone cold and deathly serious.

“Okay, what are we doing out here? Am I supposed to stand around while you two measure your dicks, or are we working?” My eyes bugged out as I turned toward little miss prim and proper. Pushing away from the four-wheeler, her hands placed on her hips, her tits strained against the thin fabric of her white tank. Did she really just say that?

“C’mon, Amelia. I’ll show you how things work while these two zip their pants back up.” Braxton offered her an arm. She hooked her arm around his and they walked off toward the small cluster of cows.

“The fuck is your problem, D?” Austin drew my attention back from watching her walking away from me yet again.

“Nothin’,” I grumbled, rubbing my forehead in frustration.

“Yeah, right. You’ve had a boot up your ass since you first saw her.” Had it been that obvious?

“She annoys me. She’s just a pain in my ass is all.” The loud bark of laughter he let out was enough to tell me he believed jack shit of my explanation. With a slap on my back, he jogged off to start work, leaving me standing there getting more and more agitated by the second. How the hell was I supposed to work with a chick flouncing around my pastures with hardly a scrap of clothing on her tight little body? As it was, I’d had a hard-on from hell since she came into the kitchen that morning.

“Gotta get laid,” I mumbled to myself while I pulled my tools out of the storage compartment. I had a feeling it was going to be a very long day.

X X X

“Lunch!” Austin called out, dropping his tools. I pulled my hat off and ripped my cotton shirt over my head, tucking it into the back pocket of my jeans. The sun was beating down hard and hot, making me sweat like a whore in church.

“How you holdin’ up?” I asked Amelia as we walked toward the big, shady oak tree. I was used to the heat working in the sun all day; I doubted she was.

“It’s hotter than Hades out here,” she puffed. I did a double take when I noticed her thin tank was not only drenched in sweat but see-through. I directed my eyes straight ahead and walked a little faster, willing myself not to gawk while mentally planning a night out at the local bar. I needed a cold beer and some company. It’d been too long since I’d had any of that kind of companionship and my dick was reminding me of the fact almost constantly.

A squeal had me jumping out of my skin and snapping my attention from my internal thoughts.

“Gahh, that was cold.” Amelia laughed and splashed a cup of water back at a laughing Austin. I glared daggers at Austin messing around with her like they were great friends.

“Take it down a notch, D.” Braxton’s low whisper had my head whipping to the side. I grunted in response. He continued, “This girl’s gotten under your skin, huh?”

“No,” I sighed. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and in disbelief. “Maybe a little. She’s not what I expected,” I admitted. Braxton and I had a different relationship to what I had with Austin. While Austin and I were like fuel and fire, Brax and I had a more gentle relationship; he saw through my bullshit.

“Figures.” He smiled, looking down at the dirt he was kicking with the toe of his boot.

“Out with it then,” I sighed, knowing there was no use ignoring him; he’d bug me until he put his two cents worth in.

“I’m just saying it figures the chick who turns you inside out, lands right in your lap.” Brax nodded his head to Amelia, who was sitting cross-legged in the shade eating an apple. Her blonde hair that had been tied up at the base of her head was now blowing out in the light breeze. “I think you need to stop thinking things are so cut and dry, D. Just because it walks like a duck and looks like a duck doesn’t mean it’s just a duck.”

I barked out a laugh at his bad analogy. “Ducks? Really?” I shook my head and cracked the bottle of water he handed me, gulping it down. The cool water that ran down my chin and onto my chest was welcomed in the heat of the day. “She’s only passing through. Don’t go getting ideas in your head,” I reminded him. I wasn’t sure if the two weeks were going to be the slowest, most painful of my life or if they’d fly right by.

“Hmm, maybe she could be convinced to stay,” he mused, with an innocent expression on his face. One I knew better than to buy into.

“I’m warning you, Brax. Leave the girl be; she doesn’t belong in these parts.”

“Ducks, D. Not just ducks.” He looked over at her again. Then I did something I’d never done in my life. I snapped at him.

“You don't have a fucking clue what you are talking about. Finish up here. I'm done.” I jumped on my quad and sped off toward the house. Not only had I just taken Braxton’s head off, but I’d skipped out on my responsibilities too.

Once home, I traded my quad for my truck, stopping just long enough to grab a clean shirt, and flew out of the driveway heading toward the local bar. Once there, I pulled in and crushed the brake pedal to the floor, slamming my door as I jumped out. I stomped inside and threw myself into a bar stool slapping my hand down twice to get Rach, the bartender’s, attention. She took one look at me and slid a beer down the worn wooden counter top. I downed it in a few long pulls and nodded at her as she finished up with her customer and wandered down to me with another two bottles in her hand.

“Rough day, D?” she asked uncapping both bottles and sliding one to me before tipping her own back.

“Rough goddamn week,” I grumbled and chugged down my second drink.

“Out with it then.” Rach nodded putting her drink down and leaned forward onto her elbows. I’d known Rach practically my whole life. She’d grown up round here and went to the same school as us, kicked around the same circles and generally been a good friend.

“Damn city girls coming in and screwing shit up.” I hadn’t intended to say much of anything, but the thing with Rach was once she got you to talk, the flood gates seemed to open and there was no stopping it.

“Oh, shit.” Rach rubbed a hand over her face and grimaced “Is she back? “

I cringed and shook my head knowing exactly who she was. She had a name I’d never mention again in my God given natural born life. She had been a city girl too. I slipped back into the memory of my seventeen-year-old self.

“You sure about this, buddy?” Darren, my best friend all through school, had asked quietly while we sat on the grandstands watching all the students walk past.

“Never been more sure of anything in my life.” I shook my head and smiled. “She’s it, bud. She’s the one. I’m gonna marry that girl.” I looked down at the huddle of people on the field and spotted my girl. Long brunette hair, long legs and a magnetic personality. She threw her head back and laughed loudly, everyone around her joining in. Nobody could be near her and not be happy. She was just that kind of person. “Yeah, I’m gonna marry her.”

I snapped out of my memory when I heard glass smashing. I looked further down the bar to see Rach with a guy almost twice her size in her face. I didn’t even think of moving seeing as I knew exactly what would happen next. I watched from out the corner of my eye as Rach grabbed a handful of his shirt when the guy pulled his hand back, and without a second thought, she reared her fist back and planted it square on his face causing blood to flow from the obviously broken nose she’d just served him. She let go of his shirt, pushing him back and he tumbled over his bar stool, cussing her out the whole time. “You bitch!” he yelled at her.

She reached behind the bar, pulled out her baseball bat, and then told him, “Get your stupid ass out of my bar. Don’t let me catch you here again, needledick.” With that, the dumbass got up and scurried to the door just about pissin’ his pants on the way. Rach was a tough one and everyone in town knew not to fuck with her or her bar.

“You good?” I asked when she came back down my way with another cold bottle for me.

“Yeah. No sweat.” She winked and wiped the remaining blood off her hand.

I flinched and pulled my hand into a fist at the next wave of memories that hit me.

“You’re only twenty years old, boy. You sure you don’t wanna wait a bit longer? Gramps had told me that afternoon.

“Nah, I’m going to get my city girl. I’m taking her to the drive in and I’m gonna ask her. I got the ring today. I’ve got it all set up. I pick her up in an hour. I’ve got the picnic dinner all ready to go; her favorite flick’s playing tonight. The stars are out and it’s gonna be something I’ll never forget, Gramps.”

She’d moved in to town a few years back from the city, and from the first moment I’d laid eyes on her, I knew I wanted that girl. She might have been city, but she was my city, and I was gonna have her for the rest of my life.

“Best be hurrying then. Don’t waste any time. Girls like that, they don’t hang around waiting.” Gramps had been spot on, and apparently so had I. It turned out to be a night I wouldn’t ever forget.

“She ain’t her,” Rach said, taking my empties away. I’d been lost in thought for so long I hadn’t realized I’d knocked back half a dozen beers already.

“Come again?” I raised my eyebrows at her while I slid my next drink from one hand to the other.

“You heard me.” She wiped down the counter in front of me with the rag in her hand. “Not all of ‘em are gonna do a runner like she did.”

“And what makes you think that?” I scrunched my brow up at her.

Rach shook her head and looked to the roof before bringing her gaze back to me. “Because why would you be sitting in my bar on a Thursday afternoon when you should be working, drowning your sorrows over a girl you say isn't important? You're the smartest guy I know, Destry. You wouldn't be letting her get to you if you didn't already know she was different.”

I grumbled into my beer as Rach walked off to serve more customers. I had to concede; I had made my mind up early in regards to Amelia being just like that girl who’d broken a piece of me. Maybe, Rach was right. Maybe, I needed to look at her with more of an open mind. Maybe, she wasn’t the spoilt little princess I’d assumed she was. Maybe, I already knew all of that to be true.

5

Amelia

The rest of the week flew by in a blur of sweaty, shirtless guys, who were too hot for their own damn good. I hadn’t yet regretted my decision to insist on helping out around the place, and now their gran and pops were staying with family; it seemed like they needed the extra help.

To say I was more than a little surprised at how well the boys could cook, clean and generally take care of themselves was an understatement. Clearly, they’d been taught from an early age how to take care of things. It was refreshing, considering the men who’d been in my life couldn’t even manage to get their own clothing out of the closet on their own. Their clothing had to be laid out for them, lined up for their convenience in the order that they dressed, pressed to perfection, and presented like some kind of twisted fashion show. Much like the women in their lives.

One would think a week wasn’t long to reflect on your life situations, but I’d come to realize very quickly that the life I had been living wasn’t for me. It was a series of acts and curtain calls, ones that were destroying who I really was, who I wanted to be. I was done with it; I was ready to live my own life, for nobody other than myself. I’d already started. Instead of acting the way I had been taught a lady should behave, I’d been myself—my real self—the entire time I’d been here. It was liberating, not having to worry about makeup and pearls, sitting with my ankles crossed and not speaking unless spoken to. I’d rather spend every day of my life working in the beauty of a ranch than stuffed into the most expensive dresses with huge diamonds on my hand.

“Hot damn!” Austin’s low gravelly voice filtered through my thoughts as I stepped out the back door onto the veranda. I turned and found him looking at me with a sexy smirk.

“Hey, look at you all scrubbed up. Hot date?” I asked, taking in his twinkling green eyes; the boy was a looker that was for sure. I was sure he could have his pick of girls; he had that self-assured, cocky vibe about him and he played on it. Always dropping a suggestive comment, and beyond all that, was his naturally tanned and well-cared for body.

“I dunno. You ready?” He smirked his signature look down at me from where he leaned against the railing, his dark gray cotton shirt stretching over his muscled frame.

“Cute, real cute.” I laughed at him, bending slightly to slip my pumps on my feet. I still hadn’t had time to go shopping, so I had the few pairs of shorts and tanks I’d picked up in town; the rest of it was borrowed from Ellie-May. Luckily, we were close to the same size. However, her tendency toward short denim skirts and flannel shirts wasn’t quite what I was used to, but I made them work to my advantage.

“Y’all ready?” Ellie-May stepped out onto the veranda wearing the cutest pink cowboy boots I’d ever seen.

“You think you’re going out the house looking like that, you’re kidding yourself.” Destry’s voice sent a shiver though my body and goose bumps broke out across my skin. No matter how much I tried to be oblivious to him, he continued to have this effect on me. For the most part, we tried to ignore each other. Occasionally, I’d get caught staring or vice versa, so I knew he was looking; however, most times I caught him, he’d have a scowl on his face. Turning my head, I saw him standing behind us in the doorway, one hand stretched up above his head holding onto the doorframe. From the corner of my eye, I did a slow sweep of him, taking in his boots and well-fitted worn jeans. His shirt was riding up, giving a peek of his gloriously ripped stomach. A happy trail of hair demanded my eyes follow it until it disappeared into the low-riding edge of his jeans, framed by hips anyone would have trouble not wanting to reach out and bite. Hell, I almost lunged at him from across the porch.

“I’m more than capable of choosing my own clothes, D. Cut it with the big brother bullshit and let’s go.” Ellie-May’s sass never ceased to amuse me. Destry simply scowled and tapped on the doorframe before walking up dangerously close behind me.

“Look good, darlin’.” His hot breath blew on the back of my neck where he spoke in a low growl. Just his voice that close and the heat from his hard body behind me had my knees dangerously close to buckling. “Save me a dance,” he whispered before moving away and sauntering down the steps like that whole situation hadn’t affected him in the least. Meanwhile, I stood stock still with what I’m sure could be described as lust-filled glossed-over eyes, a racing pulse and damp panties. My libido was now in full swing and we hadn’t even left the porch.

“Saw that.” Austin’s laughing voice startled me out of my fog. “Come on. Let’s get you in the truck before you spontaneously combust.” I picked my jaw up off the ground and followed him down the steps to where the boys’ trucks sat. I expected we’d just be jumping into Austin’s big Chevy 2500 Silverado; it was a nice piece of machine in its own right and made for a nice ride that fit all of us in, but before I made it to the back doors, a hand wrapped around my forearm.

“Ride with me?” Destry asked in a sultry voice, pulling me gently into his body. As I stumbled, my hands fell flat on his chest where I could feel his strong steady heartbeat. My brain short-circuited and I was sure if we were in a cartoon, my tongue would have rolled out of my mouth and I would have melted into a puddle. Staring up into his gorgeous blue eyes, I managed to make my head move up and down without blurting out how much I’d like to climb his body like a tree. He waved everyone else off as they pulled out of the drive, and led me around the side of the house where the gravel path continued.

I came up short when Destry stopped and opened the door to a baby blue 1976 Chevy pickup. It was nothing short of extraordinary, fully restored to its original glory, complete with reupholstered gray bench seat and what looked to be the reconditioned smooth metal steel. “Wow,” I breathed, leaning in and running my hand along the dash. A deep groan sounded behind me, poorly covered up by the clearing of a throat. I was wearing a tiny denim skirt and bending over, and oh, good Lord, I was flashing Destry, who was still standing behind me, holding the door open. I straightened myself quickly without thinking and smacked my head on the doorframe. “Ouch!” My hand shot up to the back of my head where I’d connected with the metal. I’d hit it hard enough that I could feel an egg forming under my fingers.

“Ah, shit” he mumbled, grabbing me by the hips and spinning me round. He then planted my ass on the seat so I was facing him, my legs hanging out the door. “Let me see,” he said, squatting down in front of me while carefully touching my head and feeling around in my hair with his hands.

“I’m okay. It’s just a tiny bump.” I winced when his fingers brushed over the sore spot. He made a noise in the back of his throat, and before I knew it, he was carrying me back to the house. My arms automatically went up to his shoulders. He walked with me cradled in his arms as if I weighed no more than a child. I was pretty sure I didn’t have brain damage, so the rush of blood to all my sweet spots had to be the fact his really big, really strong arms were holding me tightly to his chest.

“You need some ice,” he ground out between his teeth. I bit my lip to keep from nibbling along his strong jawline. I did need ice, but it was more to cool my body temperature thanks to him, rather than for the bump on my head.

“Ah, I’m kinda heavy. You can probably put me down now,” I told him when he shifted me a little higher in his arms. I moved my hand down to ready myself for the moment my feet touched the ground, only to feel him shudder under my palm. His gaze connected with mine. His eyes darkened and filled with desire. I sucked in a breath and did it again, running my hand back up his chest, across the side of his neck and stopping against the back of his neck. His eyes didn’t leave mine and a hiss escaped his full lips. The bump on my head was all but a distant memory as the hand he had behind my back moved a little lower then stopped abruptly. I was conflicted. I didn’t want him to put me down, but I wasn’t about to throw myself at him.

“You’ll need to stop me now.” He was looking down at me like he was about to pounce.

“No,” I breathed, his face moving closer to mine with each second. “I don’t want you to st—” His mouth crashed down on mine before I’d finished my sentence, and he took everything I was offering up, consuming my mind and body with a kiss that lit me on fire. I didn’t even register him moving me around until my legs wrapped around his waist of their own accord. Weaving my fingers through his soft hair, I moaned into his mouth when he bit down gently on my lower lip then sucked it into his mouth, easing the delicious sting he’d created.

My body took control of my brain when his calloused hands slid up under the back of my already pushed-up skirt. He broke away from my mouth, both of us panting as he turned us around and sat my ass on the edge of the table. I hadn’t even realized we’d made it back inside the house until then. “Cherry, of course, it’s cherry,” he breathed, referring to my cherry lip balm. I hadn’t gone a day without it since I was ten; it was my biggest weakness. His mouth came down on my neck, nibbling his way lower until he found the spot that joined my shoulder and neck, sending a delicious shiver through my body straight to my clit. I was so turned on I couldn’t see anything passed getting him inside me, and doing it as fast as possible. I grabbed at his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, forcing him to break contact with my skin. Dropping the cotton in my hand, I took my time eye raping his amazing body. I’d seen him shirtless every day I’d been at the ranch, but up close and personal, it was something girls’ wet dreams were made of. I reached out and ran my nails down his muscled chest, not stopping until I’d gone past his washboard abs and my hand was wrapped around his denim covered erection.

A growl tore through his chest, and before I could blink, my torn panties were hanging off the chair beside us. I ripped my tank over my head and threw it somewhere behind him. I gave his cock a squeeze when it twitched in my hand, and his eyes rolled back slightly. His head came down taking my mouth in a lip-bruising kiss of teeth, tongues and moans, while he made quick work of my black lace bra. I grabbed his button-fly jeans and tugged them open with force. I came in contact with nothing but skin; he was as hard as steel and as smooth as silk.

“Jesus Christ,” he moaned when I pumped my hand down his thick, long cock a few times, causing his hips to buck slightly. One of his hands palmed an aching breast, pinching my nipple just barely, which had me arching up into his hand, practically begging for more. Destry’s other hand slid slowly down my hip until he grabbed my thigh. His fingers moved slowly down my leg until he got to my ankle where he wrapped my leg around his waist. Every part of me was screaming out in need; my chest was heaving with the fast breaths I was taking.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom, quickly tearing open the packet and rolling it down his length. I’d never known a man putting on a condom to be so damn hot, but the way he held himself—heavy in his large hand—was nothing short of sexy.

Sitting on the edge of that big wooden table, one leg wrapped around him, the other now hooked over his arm, he lined himself up and rubbed the head of dick across my aching clit, causing a series of blissful shocks to go off in all different directions. I was teetering on the threshold of orgasm when he grabbed one side of my hip and drove himself into me. My head flew back and I moaned loudly, unable to control the sounds coming from my own mouth, with each thrust of his hips. I gripped onto the edge of the table to hold myself in place as his hips found a brutal pace. Pounding into me, we turned into a frantic mass of arms, legs and slapping skin.

“Fuck, you’re so damn hot,” he said in a strangled whisper when his pelvis rolled against my clit, dragging me even closer to him. His hand dug into the skin of my hips and ass. I bit down on his shoulder and gripped my legs tighter around him while he slammed in and out “Oh, hell yes. Fuckkkkk,” I groaned, throwing my head back, completely lost in the moment. My hands gripped at his shoulder; my nails digging into his flesh as the first waves crashed over me. His moans became louder, and just when I reached the peak of my orgasm, he roared and came with a shudder.

“Dammit,” he mumbled against the skin of my neck, his hips still moving gently every so often. Shudders wracking my body as I came back down to earth. Our heavy breathing and sweat slicked body’s wrapped around each other.

He pulled out and helped me to sit up, searching my face for a second before turning around and collecting all my clothes and handing them to me. I’d managed to get my shirt pressed against my chest when he excused himself, leaving me sitting there, wondering what the hell had just happened.

I hadn’t meant for it to get that far, but now it had, I wasn’t opposed to it at all. I quickly threw my clothes back on and finished tying my messy hair up just as Destry walked back into the room. His posture told me more than I needed to know. He leaned against the wall opposite me as I slipped on the heel that had fallen off in our frenzy.

“We, uh…” Destry stumbling over his words only made it more awkward. Despite the fact I actually was starting to like the pompous ass, I didn’t want this situation to get messy.

“Don’t look too far into it, cowboy.” I straightened my skirt and ambled over to him. “We got caught up, no big deal.” I looked down at his crotch and back up at him again. “Not a big deal at all.” With a smirk and my ego bursting words, I patted his chest and walked out the front door, planning on forgetting about him and having fun at the bar. Who cared if my feelings were bruised? He was just a guy, right? I internally sighed at myself; he wasn’t just a guy. He was a guy I was insanely attracted to, a guy who’d just rocked my world on the edge of his grandparents’ kitchen freaking table.

6

Destry

I had a white-knuckle grip on my beer bottle as I sat at our table watching Amelia dance through the crowd. It wouldn’t have been a problem if she hadn’t brushed me off like she had. I was trying to be gentle and explain to her it had been a mistake. But who the hell was I kidding? Every time I looked at her moving her hips, all I could see was the way she’d looked while I was driving into her. I took a long drink of my beer while I tried not to shoot daggers at Braxton’s best friend, Ryder, who currently had his hands way too low on Amelia’s hips. Hips that my hands had been gripping not even two hours ago. She was doing it to get back at me; I was sure of it. I should have known better than to have screwed her on my goddamn kitchen table, but I only had so much restraint. She’d bent over in that tiny skirt, testing my limits, and then when I’d lifted her into my arms to find some ice, I could smell the cherry on her lips. I’d needed just a taste.

“Settle petal.” Braxton’s voice cut into my thoughts. I blinked and took another drink, scanning the room for her. I started to lift out of my seat when Brax’s hand came down on my shoulder. “She’s at the bar.” He nodded his head to where she was standing, flanked by Austin and Ryder; both were radiating waves of ‘fuck the hell off’ to anyone who might even look her way. I sat my ass back on the cracked vinyl seat and feigned disinterest by picking at the label on my beer.

“Idiot,” I mumbled to myself. I was getting territorial for nothing. We’d had sex, so what? It wasn’t like it was going to be a regular thing. Even before I could tell her that, she’d done a great job of shutting me down.

“He’s not pulling the moves on her, D,” Braxton assured from beside me.

God, I hated when he read me like that, but there was no bullshitting him. I tried anyway. “Couldn’t care either way, Brax.” I pinned my sights on Karla, one of the local barflies; she saw me look her way and pushed her fake-ass tits up higher. I immediately regretted looking her way. She wasn’t just the town bike; she had an irritating high-pitched voice that was damn close to the sound of a cat being swung around by its tail.

“Oh, you’re on now, bro.” Brax disappeared quicker than lightning when she started walking over; I didn’t even have time to cuss him out.

“You waitin’ on me, sweetie pie?” The slurred way her words came out on top of the bad booze breath was enough to have me sliding out the other side of the table.

“Good to see you, Karla, but I need another beer.” I skirted around her grabby octopus tentacles and glared at Austin, who was mid laugh at my situation.

“Austin said he was lookin’ forward to seein’ you again.” I smiled smugly at the bastard as she turned and hightailed it to maul him. Serves the asshole right. He could consider it karma for trying to get my back up over Amelia. Taking my seat again, I signaled for another beer and set about keeping my eye on the girl who had me all out of sorts.

I hadn’t been sitting there for more than a half an hour when Amelia walked over to the table, and much to my amusement, stole my beer right from in front of me, smirked and downed it. She slid the empty back toward me; my hand shot out and caught it before it could slide off the table.

“Thanks, cowboy.” She signaled the waitress for two more and slid into the booth beside me. “You trying to play the dark and broody badass in the corner, or you gonna come show a girl a good time?” she asked, leaning forward on the table, giving me a nice view of her cleavage. With every breath she took, her breasts rose and fell, reminding me of earlier in the night. My jeans became a little uncomfortable, making it necessary for a discreet shift.

“Pretty sure I showed you just how it was done earlier tonight, darlin’.” Two could play her game; I knew how much she enjoyed it, regardless of her bullshit attempt at rejection when we’d left.

She opened her mouth—no doubt to hit me with a snappy retort—when the waitress walked up and handed us our beers. Amelia skulled hers and stood back up, adjusting the pathetic excuse for a skirt.

“Your loss.” She shrugged and sauntered back to the crowd of dancers. Braxton moved in front of her as Ryder came up behind while she moved her hips in a seductive sway. She had the attention of everyone in the damn place and had since she’d strolled in the front door.

“Who’s the bird?” I whipped my head around when Jake Richards flopped down beside me. The guy was bad news all round, an asshole who thought he was much more than the trailer trash he was.

“Keep walking, Richards.” I tried my best to stay out of his way for the most part. We’d had more than a few run ins back in our school days. He was a jackass then and an even bigger jackass now.

“Whatcha gonna do, boy wonder? Lay me out?” This was his normal MO; he’d pick a fight with anyone, and every damn time, he took it far enough that he did get laid out.

“Not lookin’ for trouble tonight. Go home to Judy.” His wife Judy was the sweetest girl you’d ever meet, drop dead gorgeous and a real good girl who’d fallen for the quarterback and gotten knocked up young…same old story you heard everywhere. Jake didn’t deserve her at all; he was a notorious drunk and cheated on the girl every opportunity he got. I was also damn certain he was beating on her too.

“I’m lookin’ for a hot piece of ass, and I reckon the girl there might like it a bit rough.” The blood roared in my ears as I clenched and unclenched my fists, trying to get a handle on the sudden flash of rage that hit me like a train. “She’s clearly a city bitch and you know how much I love a good bit of city pussy, especially if they have anything to do with your sorry ass.”

“Don’t,” I ground out through clenched teeth. My adrenaline kicked in and I was dangerously close to losing my temper. I breathed in hard through my nose and focused on the stack of napkins in front of us.

“I reckon she’d chuck it up like a little whore.” My tightly reigned-in temper snapped. “Bet she’s got a sweet cu—” With lightning quick reflexes, my hand shot behind his head and smashed it down onto the chipped wooden table.

Blood pouring out from his new nose job, he screamed like a bitch and cupped his face. I loomed over him and snarled, “Don’t be disrespecting any lady like that again, or next time, it’ll be more than a busted nose.” I nodded to Rach; she just shook her head, rolled her eyes and picked up the phone. I stood by him, waiting on the sheriff to arrive and took the opportunity to get a few words in. “I catch wind of you putting your hands on Judy again, and we’ll be havin’ words, Richards.” He was smart enough to keep his big mouth shut this time, and lucky too, because Ryder took that moment to walk over and pull a pair of cuffs out of the back of his jeans. Ryder also happened to be one of the few deputies in town, and he’d seen his share of Jake’s crap.

“You’d think you would have learned not to piss Destry off years ago, you fucking dick head. Why didn’t you just piss off to the city too?” He pulled Jake up by his arm and took him outside. “Catch y’all later,” Ryder called out over his shoulder.

I turned around to see Amelia with her hand over her mouth looking horrified. “Brax, you wanna let Austin know we’re going home now?” Braxton nodded and walked off to find Austin in whatever dark corner, with whichever girl he’d picked up.

“Sorry you saw that” I told Amelia, trying to avoid her eyes. I hated the idea she was disgusted at my stupid reaction or worse, afraid of me now. I hated the kneejerk reaction I’d just had; it confused me more than I cared to admit. Normally, I’d just get up and walk off, but his crass words about her, mixed with his jabs about city girls had made all common sense flee my mind. “C’mon, let’s head out to the truck and wait there.”

Amelia followed close behind me. The moment we stepped outside the front doors, I moved off to the side hoping to block her view of Jake.

“I’d be all over her too, bud. Knew she’d be a firecracker in the sack. You know how I love riding what Destry thinks is his” Jake’s mouth just wouldn’t close. Having his nose broken obviously wasn’t enough to make him shut the hell up. I attempted to ignore him and focused on a red-faced Amelia.

“He’s just shooting his mouth off. Go stand by the truck for me, darlin’” I guided her forward and turned around, taking a few purposeful steps toward where Ryder had Jake.

“You’re a stupid son of a bitch,” Ryder told him shaking his head.

“Why’s it your problem, pretty boy?” Jake taunted Ryder. I gave Ryder a nod, knowing full well Ryder wasn’t on duty and would sort Jake out. I turned back to Amelia who was leaning against the side of the truck, wringing her hands together, and opened the passenger’s side door and gave her a hand up.

“Don’t listen to anything he said. He’s the town drunk and an asshole to boot,” I told her, leaning over to clip her belt. While she seemed to have been disgusted earlier, she now sat staring at me with an expression I wasn’t able to read.

“I’m catching a ride with Ryder,” Braxton called out to me while I rounded the truck. Austin crawled into the truck bed and sprawled out wasted, to the point of passing out.

Just as I pulled out of the parking lot, I looked up to see Ryder ‘accidentally’ smack Jake’s head on the door of the cruiser he was helping him into.

I pulled over along the interstate on the way home and threw my door open. Climbing out, I put my hands on my hips and took a few long breaths, needing a minute to get my shit together and cool my temper. I managed to keep it together while in front of the dick, Jake, but his words had caused my anger to spike.

“Destry.” Amelia’s soft voice had me turning around from where I was pacing. I took one look at her in her tiny skirt and heels and closed the distance between us in a few long strides. I took her gorgeous face in my hands, and without a second of hesitation, my mouth collided with hers, taking her breath in an instant. She immediately opened her mouth allowing me access, and my tongue drove in all my pent up anger, morphing into unbridled passion covered in cherry fucking lip balm. Her hands came up and grabbed my head as she greedily took everything I was offering up. My cock strangling against my jeans, I gripped her ass under her skirt and lifted her onto the hood of my truck, planting myself firmly between her thighs. Both of us grinding against the other, neither of us able to get enough, our teeth clashed. Hands grabbing and hips moving, we were completely caught up in the moment.

Pulling away, our breathing was heavy, filled with want and a need for each other that I couldn't explain. It scared me. I hadn't been like this since....

“Shit!” I cussed under my breath, ran a hand through my hair, and took a step back.

I couldn’t compare Amelia to her. Amelia wasn’t her. She couldn’t be her. I broke the distance between us and wrapped my arms tightly around her waist, drawing her heated body to mine. Leaning my forehead on hers, I took in her eyes and was the most honest I had been since I met her. "One thing you need to know about me, Amelia, is that I don't do secrets. That's one thing I won’t fucking tolerate. Secrets destroyed me once and I won’t let it happen again.'”

Her face went from lust filled to soft and thoughtful. She dropped her head and took a deep unsteady breath before looking back up at me. “We better get back,” she whispered. I helped her down from the hood of my truck and opened her door, waiting until she was tucked safely inside before I closed it and walked around to my own side, climbing in and starting it up. She was quietly reflective as I drove toward the ranch, thinking about the day and all the events that had brought us to this moment.

“You were defending me?” Amelia asked softly, a few miles up the road. I gripped the steering wheel tighter and nodded my head stiffly. Thinking about Jake’s insults brought back some of the anger I’d felt earlier.

“I didn’t... I mean nobody’s ever… thank you,” she stumbled on her words. The only thing I really heard was ‘nobody’s ever’. I clenched my jaw tightly and stared straight out the front window. The fact nobody had ever defended a girl like her irritated me. Every girl, no matter who they were, deserved to be stood up for.

The rest of the drive home was silent, unlike my riled up internal monologue. Regardless of trying to convince myself that Amelia was a mistake, there was something about this girl that had me teetering on the edge of a drop off. I just needed to decide if I could jump and still survive the fall.

7

Amelia

I curled deeper into the comforter trying to block out the alarm clock screeching just out of arm’s reach. I’d been having the most delicious dream about one very handsome cowboy and the fact I had been so rudely interrupted by the incessant sound of ‘wake the hell up’ o’clock made me curse into the moss green pillow. I still wasn’t quite used to getting up so early, but I was going to do it even if it killed me. And killing me it was.

Sleep had been evading me since the night at the bar two days earlier. I was still unsure why Destry had stood up for me when dick-for-brains had started running his mouth. One minute, he’d been hot for me; the next, he tried to blow me off, and then not even two hours later, he was standing up for my honor and all but tearing my clothes off on the hood of his truck. The guy was the epitome of hot and cold. I wasn’t looking for anything with him. Hell, I wasn’t even staying in town long enough to have much of anything with him, even if I’d wanted to, but all the same, he was giving me whiplash. Every night since he’d taken me on the table and followed it up by the searing kiss on the roadside, I’d had trouble finding sleep, and when I finally did drift off, I’d had variations of the same dream. Destry making me scream his name while he did things to me I’d never thought of doing with anyone else. I had no idea my mind could conjure up such vivid, graphic images.

Unable to tolerate it any longer, I crawled out of bed and turned off the alarm before getting ready and heading downstairs to see what the day held.

“Morning, sunshine.” Austin smirked at me and passed me a cup of strong smelling black coffee the moment I walked into the kitchen. How the boy was so chipper before the sun had even come up was beyond me.

I took a sip of the hot liquid and sighed. “You’re fast becoming my favorite person to see in the morning,” I joked, bringing the cup back up to my lips. Austin laughed at my appreciation for the liquid gold in my hands and wandered off.

“I resent that.” Braxton pouted with a cute look on his face as he put a steaming dish of scrambled eggs on the table.

“Oh, don’t pout, honey. I have to tell him these things or else he’ll sulk all day.” Braxton laughed and sat across the other side of the table as Austin called out, “I heard that!”

“I think you were meant to,” Braxton jibed at him. The relaxed, easy way we’d all slipped into a routine made me smile. They were so accepting and sweet. I felt comfortable in a way I’d never experienced. Ellie-May chose that moment to wander in and plonk herself down at the table with a scowl across her pretty face. Austin and Braxton took one look at her, looked at each other and slid a large stack of pancakes and a bottle of maple syrup directly in front of her. The entire table was silent while she dumped half the bottle of syrup over the steaming pile and stabbed her fork into them like they’d personally offended her.

Both boys loaded up a plate quickly and quietly before slinking away and dashing out the back door. I sat there looking around completely confused, just before I opened my mouth to ask what was wrong, Destry’s thick voice sent a rush of warmth through me as he whispered in my ear, “I’d make a break for it while you still can.” I turned my head slightly to find his face inches from mine, his hot breath tickled over my ear making me blush when I realised he was staring at my lip caught between my teeth.

“I… I umm.” I shook my head slightly lost in a dream state, completely derailed from my train of thought.

Destry’s mouth opened slightly as he stared at me, our hot breath mingling in the small space between out faces. I could feel the want crackling between us. It was impossible to ignore what had happened between us. I tried and failed. Nothing I did could tamp down the chemistry that was brewing like a storm. I wanted to feel his soft but calloused hands all over my skin, again. I wanted to fly apart while he drove into me rough and hard.

“Y’all going to stop making eyes at each other now or should I take breakfast elsewhere?” Ellie-May’s annoyed inquiry made us both jolt away from each other like we’d been burnt.

“I’ll be out back when you’re ready to go, ‘Melia.” I’d had the nickname ‘Melia by one person or another before, but never had it made me feel warm and comforted. I watched as Destry stepped out the back screen door, and when it sacked back against the wooden frame, I poked around at the food that’d been put on my plate.

“Sorry. I don’t mean to be a snappy cow,” Ellie mumbled stabbing at her pancakes.

“No harm, honey.” I cleared my throat and took a sip of the strong black coffee that was wafting up toward me. “Anything I can help with?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t over stepping my boundaries.

“Boys suck. Being a girl sucks and I’m just mad.” I smiled into my mug. The reason behind the boys’ hasty retreat became clear. My brain translated her mood and words in a way that reminded me of long-forgotten attempts at sisterhood with Nikki.

“PMS?” I asked quietly, picking up my lightly buttered toast and trying not to laugh.

“Yes, I hate it. It turns me into a rampant lunatic,” she grumbled, bringing her fork up to her lips and shoving a dripping piece of pancake into her mouth, nearly inhaling it. At that moment, I wished I’d had a sister who cared enough to have a relationship with me.

“You wanna talk about it?” I asked my little sister Nikki from the doorway of her bedroom.

“No, I don’t want to talk to you, Little Miss Perfect,” she screamed into her pillow.

“Come on, Nikki, you know it isn’t like that.” I really hated when she called me that considering as I had always felt like the outsider of the family. I didn’t like dressing the part in ridiculous dresses, perfect makeup and flawless hair. I wanted to go out camping and be bike riding with the boys. I wanted freedom and the power to choose what I did with my own life. I wanted out of this suffocating society of snooty women and demeaning men.

“You just had to go and ruin my life, didn’t you?” she screeched at me from her pink, puffy princess bed.

“I haven’t ruined your life. I was just pointing out that I don’t love him. I don’t and I should be able to marry whoever I want, shouldn’t I?” My small display of rebellion had come about after my parents and Wesley had sprung an engagement proposal on me.

“If you don’t marry him, I’ll be looked down on for you being a spinster.” She spat the word ‘spinster’ as if it offended her. “You’re getting too old for anyone to want to marry you.” She glared at me through her cold gray eyes.

“I’m not too old. I’m twenty-four. Twenty-four isn’t too old.” I didn’t bother to argue with her on the spinster status affecting her chances of a good pairing since that much was true. If I didn’t marry Wesley and lay claim to his family, word would get around that Highsmith girls were difficult, thus lowering the chances of Nikki marrying well.

“Stop being a bitch and just marry him. He’s rich for crying out loud. You won’t have to work a day in your life and you can live like mother.” Her gaze turned dreamy at the mention of money and Mother’s lifestyle of pretentious debutants, country clubs, and martinis.

“I wish you and I could have some other kind of relationship. You’re my sister for Christ’s sake. We’re supposed to have more than this, ” I verbalized, the wind from my sails deflating when her porcelain face screwed up.

“Relationship? No, what we have is an arrangement and you are nothing but competition. I’ll be polite and put my game face on when people are around, but know that that’s what I see you as. You’re competition to me. Just know that I will win. My marriage will be more plentiful and richer than yours. My husband will spoil me in lavish gifts. I’ll do it bigger and better than you ever could and with more class.”

“Don’t for a second think that you’ll ever have more class than me, Nikki. It’s sad this is the kind of life you want. You’re looking at it through rose-colored glasses. Can’t you see how lonely it would be? You think pretty things and fancy dinners will make up for that? You’re wrong. You’re so very wrong.” With that, I turned and left the wicked witch to her precious castle. My family were horrible people with tiny minds and conniving attitudes. I had hoped I could save Nikki from becoming the one thing I detested by opening her eyes to the realities of our lifestyle. It had been a waste of breath. She’d already been blinded by the glamour of it all. The shiny surface that was hiding a thick sludge she would one day drown in. Me, on the other hand, I always had a defiant streak under the cardigans and pinned up hair. I was a people watcher, and even from a young age, I hadn’t liked what I saw.

I shook my head to clear the memory and focused on Ellie. “Happens to the best of us, lovely.” I put my hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze while I pushed away from the table and stood up. She was such a sweet girl. I hadn’t had much contact with sweet, but damn if she hadn’t wiggled her cute self into my heart a little.

“He likes you. He’s lousy at showing it, but he does,” she told me quietly, making me stop with my hand in the air halfway to the door.

“Maybe,” I mumbled in return. What more could I say to that? He screwed me senseless right where you’re eating breakfast but then he went cold as a dead fish? That probably wouldn’t go down well.

I walked out the back door to find the boys all leaning against the quads waiting for me.

“You survived the wrath of Ellie,” Austin snickered, jumping on to his ATV as I shook my head at him and climbed onto the back of Destry’s quad, gripping onto his shoulders. I wasn’t sure why I had jumped on Destry’s bike in particular until I felt his strong body between my thighs. Oh, yeah. This probably wasn’t the best of ideas. I was so attracted to him that just sitting here was wreaking havoc on my libido.

Braxton and Austin took off ahead of us as Destry kicked the bike to life, the rumble of the engine vibrating under us. He reached up to where my hands sat and pulled them down, wrapping them around his waist.

“Hold on tight, sweetheart,” he rumbled before we shot off into the fields. I was acutely aware of the warmth of his skin coming through the deep blue cotton t-shirt. Every bump we went over bounced me around, my breasts rubbing against his muscled back. He grunted loudly when a large dip in the road had my hands losing their grip and landing solidly in his lap. With a cringe, I quickly righted myself and gripped the sides of his shirt as we flew through the green grass.

X X X

“What’s she doin’ up the tree?” Austin’s voice drifted up to where I was climbing onto another slightly smaller limb above me. I was so close, just a few more branches to go. I reached for the next one and lost the grip I had on the rough bark. Grasping for purchase, I tipped backward and before I could right myself, I was tumbling through the air.

“Amelia!” Braxton’s panicked voice penetrated my mind just as I hit the ground with a thud and skidded on my side.

“Shit, Austin, get my pick up. Brax, first aid kit.” Destry’s short bark seeped into my foggy brain, his voice closer than the others were.

I shifted with a groan and moved to sit up; his hand holding me in place stopped even that. “For shit’s sake, don’t move, woman.” I blinked a few times trying to understand what the heck his problem was. He had no reason to be an ass, yet short of growing a tail and pointy ears, he’d suddenly become one.

“I’m fine, “ I snapped back at him, pushing his hands off my shoulders.

“You could have broken your neck!” His dark tone was both unwarranted and ridiculous.

“I’m fine!” I spat through clenched teeth. “You don’t need to be an asshole.” I pushed myself up until I was sitting, the remnants of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

“You didn’t need to be actin’ like a fool climbing a tree,” he grouched back, running his fingers across my head and flicking his gaze over my eyes. “Are you hurt?” When I didn’t answer fast enough for him, he focused and asked again, “‘Melia, are you hurt anywhere?”

“I’m fine,” I sighed and looked away from him, feeling like an idiot. I wasn’t incapable of climbing a tree. I just hadn’t done it in a long time. A long time, as in, since I was eight years old. Ladies didn’t climb trees; we weeded gardens and planted pretty flowers.

“What the hell were you doing up there?” Destry ground out between his teeth.

“There was a beehive. I was getting honeycomb,” I told him, looking back up through the branches to where the hive was.

“Honeycomb?” he asked incredulously. “You risked getting hurt and possibly killing yourself for damn honeycomb?”

“Don’t be dramatic, Destry,” I told him as I went to stand up. My foot was stinging a little so I figured I needed to check it out and maybe put something on it.

“Dramatic?” he huffed and stood up as I was getting to my knees. “You scared the life out of—“

“Ouch!” I yelped and reached out as Destry caught me before I hit the ground again. “Damn it!”

With a grunt, he swept me up into his arms and walked over to where the quad was sitting. Braxton placed the first aid kit down and started riffling through it while Destry sat me on the quad and knelt down in front of me.

“I need to see your foot. To do that, we’ll need to take this shoe off, darlin’. I’m afraid it’s going to hurt some.” He looked up at me apologetically as he explained.

I nodded and bit my lip, unshed tears pooling in my eyes as my foot throbbed painfully. Destry cringed as he unlaced my shoe and stretched it carefully. Holding onto my lower leg, he pulled it off as gently as possible; still, I made a muffled protest.

“Fuck. I’m sorry,” he apologized as he slid my sock off and started inspecting my foot and ankle. “Wiggle your toes for me,” he asked softly.

“I’m pretty sure it’s just a sprain,” he told me when I managed to move my toes. Braxton handed him a gauze bandage and he set about wrapping my foot up, his gentle way of doing so stunned me. He was being so careful not to hurt me any more than necessary, and even if he hadn’t been, I was sure the closeness of his panty-melting body and the smell of his aftershave mixed with fresh sweat, was enough to take any girl’s mind off a busted up ankle.

“Brax, can you grab me some ice from the cooler and throw it in one of those ziplock bags?” Braxton had already moved to do so even before the last words left Destry’s mouth.

“Thank you,” I whispered after I’d cleared my throat. Our gazes locked for a moment, both of us trapped by the tension that continued to crackle between us. Destry opened his mouth to say something when Austin pulled the pick up alongside us and jumped out.

“You’re okay?” Austin said as he let out a long loud breath and looked at me. “You about gave us a heart attack, girl.” He pulled his hands up to his hips and glared at me.

“Let’s get you home,” Destry, who was still observing me, said quietly. Leaving me no option, he scooped me up again, my hands instantly sliding around his neck as he carried me with a gentleness one wouldn’t think could come from his large frame. Once he had me in the truck, he walked around to the driver’s side. I found myself watching and contemplating the entire time.

In a few short days, I had formed more feelings for Destry than I had in two years with my fiancé. I thought I’d loved Wesley or grown to love him rather, but I hadn’t really; I’d just convinced myself of it. Our entire relationship had been a series of chores, from the actual engagement, right down to the sex. I hadn’t been a virgin when we’d met and he didn’t have a clue I’d given my innocence to a guy I thought I could run away with. A guy who broke a little piece of me when he turned out to be nothing more than a cocky cowboy, hence my trepidation when it came to Destry. She found herself thankful that the recent shift in Destry’s attitude had moved him out of that category.

He could be a right ass yet sweet as pie all in a thirty-second time span. I watched the way his muscles moved as he navigated the truck through the open pasture toward the house, obviously taking care not to jostle me and my bitch of a twisted ankle any more than necessary. He was a contradiction to everything I thought a real cowboy was. A quiet ride home led to Destry insisting on helping me upstairs where I had a quick bath and a few painkillers. Once the medication started to kick in, I hobbled to bed only to find he’d brought up dinner and left it on my bedside table. He really was quite sweet once you got past his walls.

That night, I had a fitful sleep. The whole night I was invaded by dreams. Some left me hot and bothered, and included Destry's mouth ravishing my body with hot sweet kisses, while others left me cold and angry. Flashes of my sister's betrayal, images of Wesley slamming in to her, startled me from my sleep on more than one occasion. I was sure at one point I'd been calling out before a soft hand had touched my brow and a soothing voice had lulled me to sleep. Damn, fucked-up, crazy dreams.

My alarm pulled me from my pretense of sleep, exhausted and sore from the fall. I groaned as I turned to switch the stupid thing off. Before I got chance to swing my legs out of bed, a light knock appeared at my bedroom door. Needless to say, I woke up exhausted from lack of sleep and sore from my fall.

“No work today. We’ll be hanging around the house,” Destry said when he poked his head inside my door. His eyes roaming very slowly over my virtually naked form caused my nipples to harden almost instantly. The fire in them was almost searing my skin; it was that hot. I was about five seconds away from potentially molesting him when he shook his head and looked at the wall behind me. A wave of disappointment I probably shouldn’t have been feeling washed over me. I had been engaged not even two weeks beforehand, yet I was looking for any situation possible where I could jump a guy’s bones, who I barely knew anything about. A mini me dressed like a hooker popped up on my shoulder and pointed out “He’s the best sex you’ve ever had and then some.” My mini angel who should have been talking some sense into me was nowhere to be found. She was probably off having the amazing sex I might not be getting again. Tramp.

“I’ll have one of the boys bring up breakfast for you,” Destry told me before quickly exiting the room and closing the door behind him. Seconds later, I heard a thud followed by a string of muttered cuss words. Smiling to myself, I snuggled back down in the soft, warm bed.

Hours later and I was more than bored. I needed to do something; the sitting around staring at the walls was doing my head in. While my foot was a little tender, it wasn’t nearly as bad as we’d thought. I could walk on it with minimal pain and it wasn’t swollen any longer. I would have gone stir crazy if I was unable to move. I made my way downstairs and poked my head out into the kitchen. Seeing the coast was clear, I shuffled across the room and threw a few things in the bag I was holding. The boys would tell me off and order me back on bed rest if I got caught.

I slowly snuck out the back door, ducking and weaving around like the expert ninja I thought I was, when in reality I probably looked like a three-legged elephant dancing to my own tune.

8

Destry

I lifted my head from under the hood of my pick up when I heard the car come to a stop on the gravel drive behind me. Pulling the rag from my back pocket, I wiped my hands as I moved to lean against the side of my Chevy, watching the unfamiliar vehicle from my peripheral vision. Typically, we didn’t get people out this way unless they were trying to buy the property. I assumed this guy was no different especially when he stepped out of his Audi in a suit.

I lifted my head and watched as he walked toward me; I’d made no move to greet the pretentious looking ass.

“Help you with something?” I asked in a bored tone, while rubbing my grease-covered hand with the dirty rag. Previous experience proved if you weren’t real friendly, they didn’t come back a second time.

“I’m looking for a young lady by the name of Amelia Highsmith.” My body locked up tight at the mention of ‘Melia’s name; it wasn’t at all what I expected to come out of his mouth.

“What’s a guy like you doing poking around for some girl?” I feigned ignorance for the sheer fact I had no idea about her past or who this guy looking for her might be.

“Well, that’s a private matter you see.” The guy was practically pouring money and slime; I didn’t like it one damn bit. His reluctance mixed with the fitted gray suit he wore rubbed me the wrong way. I hung the rag I was holding back into my jeans pocket and walked back to the hood of my truck.

“Sorry, can’t help you.” I grabbed my wrench, leaning down into the engine and continued fastening the bolts around the starter.

“I was told I could find her here,” he pressed on; I shifted my eyes up to his, not stopping what I was doing and looked at him hard, not bothering to disguise my annoyance.

“Like I said before, I can’t help you.” ‘Melia was hiding something, but I wasn’t the kind of guy who’d feed anyone to the wolves and this guy was definitely in that category. “Best be on your way now,” I told him; the intent in my voice clear. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a silver cardholder, removing a crisp white card and holding it out to me.

I looked at his outstretched hand and shook my head; he was a bit slow this one. “If you happen to see or hear anything, all my details are on here.” He flicked the card between it fingers still holding it out. I looked from his hand to his face, and then stuck my head back under the hood of the Chevy, making sure I’d fastened the bolts properly and tossed the wrench back into the toolbox by my feet.

I closed the hood of my pickup a little harder than necessary and repeated in a hard tone that left no room for confusion, “Best be going now.” A few moments passed before the suit put the card beside the hand I had leaned on the car, and then made his way back to his overpriced dick extension, leaving in a cloud of dust. “Jack ass.” I mumbled to myself pocketing the card and jumping in my Chevy.

A few minutes later, I pulled up by the lake and turned the engine off looking around for Amelia. Firstly, I wanted to find out if she was in some kind of trouble. I wasn’t about to throw the girl out; her car wasn’t even ready, but I didn’t want to be housing a murderer or a thief. Okay, so maybe my mind had gotten away from me; she was too damn sweet to be anything of the sort, but hell if I didn’t wanna know what was going on. She thought she’d snuck off a few hours beforehand; however, I’d leaned against my truck watching her try to be as stealthy as she could, while I chuckled to myself over her less than graceful moves. The best part was the triumphant smile that was plastered across her face when she’d finally maneuvered my ATV out of the barn and rode off on it.

Walking up to the tree line, I pulled up short at the sight in front of my feet. A pile of clothes sitting on the top a pair of lace blue panties. “Shit,” I mumbled to myself, my cock going immediately hard when I realized she had to be buck-ass naked in the large pond.

The internal battle started; did I give in to it and join her or leave quietly before she noticed? The first time, we agreed was a slip, just a buildup of tension. We’d agreed it wouldn’t happen again. I’d been lying out of my ass though. I wanted back in there for as long as she was here. I wanted to spend my time showing her it wasn’t a mistake. It was the best sex I’d ever had and I was craving more. She was like an addiction I didn’t need but I wanted all the same. I couldn’t stop thinking about her and it was wreaking havoc on my day-to-day doings. Moving hay bales with a raging hard-on wasn’t exactly an easy feat, and with my mind constantly wandering to her, it was now almost a permanent condition.

I toed my boots off and simultaneously pulled my shirt over my head. I then shucked my jeans and boxer briefs. Her back was turned to me as I quietly walked into the still water. Thankfully, it was fairly warm. I kept going until I was waist deep, and then ducked under the water, swimming forward until I surfaced just behind her.

“I heard the truck pull up,” she said, startling me; my plan to sneak up on her had backfired. I took a step back, momentarily wondering if this was a bad idea. She may tell me to go and get fucked if she realized what I was up to. Amelia stepped back bringing her out of the water enough that if she were facing me I would be able to see the swell of her breasts, her very soft, perfectly perky breasts. My train of thought had just put me between a rock and a hard place, literally. Every step she took back, I took one too, causing me to bump into the large cluster of rocks in the middle of the water while sporting a boner.

Like I said, rock and a hard place.

Clearing my throat, I watched as she stood a little taller and pulled her hands up to cover her boobs, turning around slowly. All thoughts of the private investigator, whose card was burning a hole in my Wranglers’ pocket, fled my mind when she dropped her hands standing straight ahead of me. A bead of water on her hard pink nipple caught my attention; my eyes trained on it as it ran slowly down and slid until it hit the water. Forget hard, I was now aching; all the blood from my brain was now in my dick.

“Needed a swim?” she asked in a husky voice. My eyes snapped up when I realized I’d bean staring for far too long. I couldn’t be blamed though; she had the nicest set of boobs I’d ever seen.

“Somethin’ like that,” I ground out when she took another step toward me, leaving nothing more than a few inches of space between us. She slowly slid her tongue across her lips. I instantly remembered the way it felt when she ran that tongue along the skin of my neck. Without even thinking, my hand went under the water and I gripped my cock tightly in my hand, squeezing it to try and sooth the ache. Amelia shuddered and bit down on her lip when I moved my arm back then forth, causing the water to ripple slightly. I hadn’t even tried to hide the fact I was stroking myself below the water; the heat in her eyes combined with the painful erection I had were more than enough to spur me on.

Amelia shifted slightly, still looking unsure, contrary to the fire burning in her eyes. I let go of my dick and slowly moved my hands to her hips, giving her a chance to pull away and tell me to stop. Instead of moving away, her breathing picked up and she raked her gaze over my chest in a look that was nothing less than smoldering. I’d never in my life had a chick set me on fire the way Amelia did. I decided not to look too far into the reasons behind that; I’d think about it only when I had to.

My tightly strung coil snapped when her delicate hands came up and landed on my chest before she dragged her nails down my pecs. I gripped her hips and pulled her flush against my body, my hard-on pressing against her soft skin. My mouth hovered over hers, anticipating the explosion I knew would happen the moment we caved in.

“I gotta be inside you,” I growled, millimeters from her lips; my tongue flicked out and across her slightly open mouth. Amelia whimpered and reached between us, taking my throbbing cock in her hand, causing it to twitch and my knees to lock up. Our chests were rapidly rising and falling in time with our heavy breathing.

My hands tightened on her hips with each pump of her fist under the water. Slowly, I slid my hand down her hip, pulling her leg up until I reached her knee. Hooking it on my hip, I slowly trailed my fingers up her inner thigh until I hit the heat of her pussy. Then teasingly, I ran my fingers across her clit before sliding two fingers deep inside, causing her to cry out. I could already feel her trembling in my arms. Her legs started shaking, so I shifted my other hand up to the crease under her perfect ass and lifted her the rest of the way off her feet. She complied instantly, hooking both legs around me; I moved my hand from between us and pulled her hips forward until she hugged my erection with her warmth.

I grunted the moment she rocked her hips back and forth, searching for friction any way she could. I was on fire with want; my body strung as tight as a bow. Unable to hold out any longer, I brought my hands up to cup her head and crashed my mouth down on hers. The moment our lips touched, her tongue invaded my mouth and we went from anticipation to frenzy. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her, of just her.

She pulled back the tiniest bit and breathed against my mouth, “I need you, Destry.” Her body and breathing heavily, giving away the fact she craved this as badly as I did. My cock jumped when she brought her kiss-bruised lips back to mine and ground against me. I walked us out of the water and over to my truck without breaking our passionate embrace. One hand under her ass holding her to me, I used the other to drop the tailgate and sat her down. I reluctantly pulled away enough to lean over and flick out the blanket I had in the back. Amelia shuffled back until I was almost completely covering her gorgeous body. Droplets of water covered our naked bodies and we moved against each other, giving and taking in a maddening push and pull until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Condom… pants,” I panted out, trying to pull myself away for a moment to retrieve the rubber I had in my wallet. It sat a few feet away in my pants.

“We’re good. I’m good,” she gasped when I rolled my hips again. Her eyes rolled back slightly with each buck of my hips; she was so close to falling apart and I knew I needed to be inside of her when she did.

“You positive you’re okay with this?” I needed to be sure it wasn’t just a spur of the moment thing.

She looked up at me with hooded eyes that conveyed she understood just what I was really asking. “We’re good. I’m sure.” I brushed the wet hair off her forehead and brought my mouth down on hers as I pushed forward and slid inside for the first time full skin-on-skin. Not a single word could describe what I was thinking right at that moment. I couldn’t have formed words if I wanted to. The only thing that came from my lips was a deep growl of satisfaction.

The feeling of taking her completely bare had a wave of pinpricks running up my back. My knees buckled slightly and I groaned against her mouth. Pushing in again and again, Amelia gasped loudly and sucked my lip into her mouth, giving me a soft nip with her teeth as she rocked her body with mine. I picked up my pace, rolling my hips with each movement as she ground hers back against me.

“Fucking hell” I moaned and dropped my head to her neck, and pulled the creamy flesh at the top of her shoulder into my mouth. Without even thinking, I left my mark for the world to see. In one quick movement, I’d claimed her. She was mine and I was fine with everyone knowing it. Amelia tipped her head slightly, giving me better access and telling me without words how she felt about it. Her soft mewling turned to louder moans with each suckle.

“Yes, oh, God, yes,” she cried out, pushing back against me with her hips. Digging her nails into the muscles of my ass, she pulled me forward with each thrust. Moments later, she screamed out my name, clamping around me. I drove into her, harder and harder. I bit down on her shoulder as my eyes rolled back into my head. I growled long and low when my balls drew up tight and I finally let go.

“You okay?” I asked between fast breaths, realizing in our haste her back was separated from a hard metal truck with only a soft fairly thin blanket. The sun had set at some point while we’d been tangled around each other and a pleasant breeze was keeping us comfortable.

“Yeah, I’m more than okay.” She smiled serenely; her lips curved up in a way that had me gently pressing my own against them. She felt perfect under my hands—soft in all the right places with skin as smooth as silk. I rolled to my back bringing her with me and tucking the blanket around her back. Her hair fell around our faces, creating a curtain to a moment I wouldn’t have imagined I would be in. This girl I’d pegged as a snotty city chick had surprised me at every turn, and with her lying in my arm, I realized I was in deep… and I was perfectly all right with it. Before I could even begin to tell her any of how I felt, I needed to get a few things cleared up.

“What’re you running from?” I always was one to blurt out the first thing that popped in my head. It’d gotten me in trouble more times than I could count over the years.

“A life I wasn’t meant to have,” she answered quietly, her body tensing up slightly. She rolled off me and snuggled up to my side. My hand running slowly up and down her arm until she relaxed again.

“You sure you aren’t an escaped convict or a murderer on the run?” I half joked.

She giggled and teasingly ran her fingertips down my chest and abs, my muscles tensing every time she drug her nails slightly. “I’m not a criminal. Just looking for a new place to start over and was run off the road by a hunk of meat.”

I laughed lightly at her recount of the night she made her entrance into my life. Never in all my years had I seen a woman trying to beat up a cow. I’d never forget it either. A spur of the moment idea formed and I completely forgot about the private investigator. “Think you’d like to stay around here?” I closed my eyes and waited for her to laugh or tell me I was a fool. Seconds ticked by and still she hadn’t made a sound. I opened my eyes and looked over at her cautiously, only to find her head tilted up searching my face for something.

“I’m seriously thinking about it,” she replied quietly, her brow furrowed in thought.

“’Melia, I haven’t felt like this bef— Ah, fuck!” I yelled cutting my own words short. Amelia shot up and looked at me as if I’d lost my mind, while I jumped up and tossed our blanket aside, searching around for whatever had just bitten me. When I couldn’t find it immediately, I threw Amelia over my shoulder and jumped down off the back of the truck. Unceremoniously dumping her in the cab, I quickly slammed the door while she looked on bewildered. I ran back to the truck bed to find the snake and kill it. Seconds later, Amelia tapped me on the shoulder throwing her hands up when I spun around quickly.

“Whoa, cowboy! It’s just me. What the hell?”

“Snake, a snake bit me. You’ll get bit. Get in the truck,” I rushed out, flicking my eyes every which way, completely oblivious to the fact we were both still buck ass naked.

“Where?” she asked looking at me.

“I don’t know. I’m trying to find it but you need to get out of the way so you don’t get hurt.” I moved to pick her up again when she put her hands out to stop me.

“No, where did it bite you?” she sighed, clearly exasperated.

“Umm. I...” I rubbed a hand on my ass cheek where the offending bite was. Her gaze followed my hand and she raised an eyebrow.

“You got bitten on the backside?” she asked, trying to hide her amusement. “Turn around.”

“No.” I stepped back trying to hide the fact her staring at a bite on my ass would make me all kinds of uncomfortable.

“Destry, I need to check,” she coaxed.

“I’ve seen your rear. It’s a very nice one. Now, show me.” She tried to poke her head around to see.

“You think I have a nice ass?” I stopped running and cocked my head to the side.

“Yes. It’s extraordinarily cute. Now, please. Turn. Around,” she gritted out through her teeth.

I sighed and turned, putting my hands on the back of my truck and closed my eyes while she bent down and inspected my backside. The moonlight was bright enough that she would be able to see clearly, so when her fingertips touched the offending spot, I tensed up, knowing she was getting a good look. Her hand left my skin and silence surrounded us. When a few seconds passed and she still hadn’t said anything, I spun around concerned it was worse than I feared.

“The hell?” When I did lay eyes on her, she was bent at the waist her shoulders moving in silent laughter. “You’re laughing? What’s so funny?” I looked behind me, trying to see what about my butt was so funny. “Amelia?”

She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and burst out into loud giggles while pointing to me with one hand and still holding her stomach with the other.

“Really?” I raised my eyebrows, not understanding why a possibly fatal bite could be so hilarious.

“It’s…” she took a big breath and laughed some more, “it’s not even a…” More laughter. “Not a snake. Oh, good God. It wasn’t a snake. It was just a bug or something.” Halfway through another bout of laughter, she snorted loudly; looking embarrassed, she slapped a hand over her mouth. My bitten ass forgotten, I turned and took one look at her pink tinged blushing face then threw her over my shoulder and spun her around to rest on the back of my truck.

“Think it’s funny, huh?” I chuckled when she squealed in surprise. She let a giggle out when I laid her down on the blanket and crawled up over the top of her. Leaning my weight on one arm, I ran my free hand up her hip and along the side of her body, brushing my thumb over her nipple along the way until I was cupping her face.

“Umm?” Was the half-moan, half-question I received as I stared down at her. An overwhelming need to tell her how pretty she was rushed over me. “‘Melia, you’re so damn gorgeous I almost can’t stand it.” Her slight blush turned into a full flush and she turned her face away trying to hide. Her simple action bothered me. How did she not know how stunning she was? Had she not been told enough?

Either way I was planning on doing my best to fix it.

9

Amelia

Hours later, after another round of mind-blowing sex and some heavy petting, we were wrapped around each other watching the light dusting of cloud roll over the twinkling stars. Something had shifted between us; Destry had gone from fighting with himself to letting go and embracing whatever it was that was happening. I was still quietly conflicted. Not very long ago, I was resigned to marry a low life scumbag of a man, yet I found myself lying in the arms of a guy who wasn’t only the very definition of sex, but he knew how to treat a lady without trying to turn her into a Stepford Wife. Destry’s hands ran lightly over my hip in slow lazy circles, his face lax in its contentment. No doubt mine showed the same thing, considering I’d never felt more comfortable as I did right then.

In the short time I had been on the ranch, I’d learnt a few things about myself. I was most comfortable just being me. Not worrying about a hair out of place or a designer cushion not perfectly centered. It was freeing and I’d come to quickly realize the life I had been living wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted wide-open space and fresh air. I wanted a cowboy who’d wrap me up in his arms and lay in peaceful silence. I wanted this kind of life. I looked across at the man beside me. I wanted this kind of life with Destry. I didn’t know a million things about him, but I wanted to find them all out in the best ways possible. I wanted to watch him screw his nose up at food he didn’t like. I wanted to watch him struggle to do something just because he thought I wanted to do it. I wanted to learn about him. But first I needed to learn about me. I’d lived a lie for the entirety of my life. Not only had my relationship with Warren been a load of crap, apparently, any chance of a close relationship with my sister had been too. I shuddered at the thought of having to face the disaster I’d driven away from, but if I wanted to move on, I needed to go back and deal with it all. Or at least, collect a few things and clear out my trust fund.

“Sorry?” I asked when I realized Destry had asked me a question and I’d missed it while wrapped up in my own thoughts.

“I said, where’d you go?” He brushed my hair back and tucked it behind my ear while staring down at me. “You got this look on your face while you were off in dreamland.”

“Oh, just thinking. I need to sort a few things out. Go back home and wrap some things up before I can start over here.” I stopped for a second when it registered how my words would sound out loud. “I mean, before I come back and find a job, get a house, all of the financials settled, that kind of thing.”

“Mhmm.” His lips ghosted across my bare collarbone; the vibration from his lips as he spoke sent goose bumps across my arms. “How long will you be gone for?”

“Umm. I, ah. I... Oh…” My train of thought completely derailed and his mouth came down over my nipple.

“How long, darlin’?” The want in his voice was hard to miss. So was the delicious way he was nibbling on my breast. I shifted my legs and rubbed them together in a feeble attempt to relieve the ache that was building between them.

“What?” I asked confused and distracted. I pushed my chest up, silently asking for more to no avail. He lifted his head and stared into my glassy eyes.

“How long you gotta be away from me, darlin’?” His smirk told me he knew how distracting his tongue and mouth were. However, with his hand slowly snaking up my inner thigh, I would tell him the answer to the world’s mysteries just so he’d keep going.

“A few days, a week at most, I think.” My chest was now moving heavily as the fire burned brightly inside of me. I reached up and grabbed either side of his head, my fingers twisting into his hair. I bit my lower lip and slowly scanned his chiseled jaw, his broad muscled shoulders and down his solid smooth chest. When I looked back up to his eyes, they were reflecting all the heat and passion I was feeling.

The hand he had running up the inside of my thigh stopped and he gripped my leg tightly, his fingers digging into my flesh, which in turn only worked me up more. He needed me as much as I needed him. I brought his face down closer to mine. A hairs breadth away from our lips meeting, we stopped. I could almost feel the electricity crackling in the air between us. I never knew being with somebody could be like this. It was exhilarating and the very opposite of boring everyday mundane sex. Destry set me alight in every way imaginable and I didn’t want it to stop.

X X X

“‘Melia.” A light kiss on my shoulder had me stepping from complete sleep to eyes closed not wanting to wake up. I loved when I had these types of dreams. Destry touching me, his soft gentle lips touching my skin. “‘Melia, darlin’. Time to wake up.” His voice sounded so real, but then it always did. I snuggled deeper into the blankets and sighed. Only when I moved my hands to grab the pillow I always tucked up against me, did I realize I wasn’t dreaming. I slowly cracked an eye and was greeted with a glorious naked—from the waist up—Destry. His hair ruffled from sleep.

“Mmmm.” Best non-dream ever,” I quietly mumbled, smiling to myself. That earned me a chuckle and another soft kiss this time to my forehead.

“Time to get up, sleeping beauty.” He moved to his knees and I noticed his jeans weren’t buttoned. The happy trail that I’d taken my time following the night before caught my eyes, and I all but eye raped his toned stomach.

“Commando in the morning might be the best thing in the world.” I yawned, stretching out my sore muscles. We’d cuddled under the stars all night making good use of the food I’d packed, and eventually fell asleep in the back of the truck. “Cum gutters are pretty high up there too,” I smiled sleepily.

“Cum gutters?” he asked with a short laugh, handing me my clothes he’d obviously gathered up at some point.

“Mhmm.” I ran the tip of my finger along the clearly defined V muscles that ran from the top of his hips and disappeared into his jeans. “Cum gutters.” Tapping the skin there, I slowly sat up, watching him shake his head and smirk.

After a quick unplanned make-out session and the short ride back, I pulled the ATV up beside Destry’s truck and watched him climb out. He walked around and lifted me off it before setting me down and laying a hard heavy kiss on me. It was a total caveman move with him marking his territory, but I was more than fine with it. He grabbed my hand and led us up the three steps to the house, not loosening his grip on my hand once.

The moment we walked inside, everyone stopped what they were doing and took in our clearly disheveled appearances. Braxton zoned in on our linked hands and smiled to himself before nodding once at Destry and walking back to the stove. Thankfully, my ankle hadn’t given me any grief. It seemed I’d slightly sprained it, and once the swelling had gone down, a slight twinge here and a small ache there was all I had left after my fall.

“You owe me ten bucks,” Austin called over to Ellie-May. “Told you they were out screwing around,” he snickered. Ellie-May slapped him upside the head as she walked past him and put a plate of crispy bacon on the big table. “Quit slappin’ me, woman.” He growled at her as she ignored him, and continued making breakfast. I gave them a brief eye roll and shake of my head. Funnily enough, I was not at all surprised about their bet. I was sure the tension between Destry and I was obvious to everyone since I’d been at the ranch.

“I’m gonna get a quick shower,” I whispered, let go of his hand and scooted around the other side of Destry to the steps. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me back into his hard body. The moment his lips came down on the skin behind my ear all the worry and uncomfortable feeling melted away.

“I’ll be up real soon,” he whispered in that husky voice he’d mastered so well. I nodded and stepped out of his arms that were wrapped around my waist. On my way up the stairs, I heard a thud and then Destry in a hushed grumble, “Don’t be an ass, Austin.” Laughter rung out and followed me as I let myself into the bathroom with a smile plastered on my face. I hadn’t been this happy in… well, ever.

Halfway through my shower, there was a knock at the door moments before it opened. Destry walked in, shucking off his clothes as he stepped toward me. I stood, soapy hands in my hair, bubbles sliding down my body as I watched mesmerized while he got naked and stepped into the shower with me. I was still staring and quite possibly drooling when he leaned down and kissed me softly, while removing my hands that were still in my hair and replaced them with his own.

“Step back, darlin’,” he instructed. I stepped back under the flow of water and he slowly massaged my scalp while washing the foamy shampoo out of my long hair.

“You’re washing my hair?” I asked in amazement. Destry just looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read and slowly turned me around so I was leaning my back against his chest. He reached for the conditioner, pouring a good amount onto my head and proceeded to dig his fingers into my hair. A moan escaped my mouth when he took all my weight on his chest and massaged harder.

“You’re spoiling me,” I murmured, melting like butter under his hands.

“You deserve to be spoilt,” he replied in a hushed whisper and moved me forward into the water to wash the conditioner out. Once I was sparkling clean, he pulled me out of the shower and towel dried me off. He went his own way to get ready and I was left to my own devices when it came to getting dressed thankfully; it was sweet the way he was taking care of me but I was certain I could dress myself. The level of intimacy Destry had shown me had thrown me off kilter; never would I have guessed he was capable of being so thoughtful and caring.

When I deemed myself ready for the day, I ducked into the study just down the hall from my room and made a quick call to the mechanic in town to check if my car would be ready that afternoon. He informed me the work would be done within the hour. I hung up the phone and looked around the beautiful room. Running my hand across the mahogany desk in front of me, I sighed. I couldn’t help feel a little saddened by the fact my time here was up. I would be back after I had taken care of my former life, but in the meantime, I would miss the sweet silence and all round homely feel of the ranch. Even when I returned, I wouldn’t be visiting the ranch often. I needed to find work. Any kind was fine by me, just something to pay the bills and a place of my own somewhere in town. Those would have to wait though; I had a long drive back to my own personal version of hell to look forward to.

X X X

“I’ll see you when I get back.” I smiled against his lips when he snagged the keys out of my hand and wrapped his big warm arms around me, pinning me to the side of my car.

“How long, again?” he asked, the stubble on his chin rubbing against the crook of my neck where he was dropping a kiss to my skin every once and a while.

“A week maybe,” I answered, feeling a swell of emotion at just how much he didn’t want me to go, followed by a grip of concern for how much I didn’t want to go either. I pushed the uncertainty away, reminding myself I was allowing myself this shot at some kind of happiness. I deserved it and I was damn well going to have it.

10

Destry

Watching Amelia drive off was harder than I thought it’d be, regardless of the fact I knew she was coming back. We’d not even discussed why she had to go in depth. I knew she had to wrap up a few things money wise, but other than that, I hadn’t asked and she hadn’t told. I pulled my cell out of my pocket and scrolled down to make sure her number hadn’t magically erased its self then rolled my eyes. “I’m turning into a chick,” I grumbled to myself and stomped to my truck.

My phone chirped on the seat beside me just as I was starting up the engine. Picking it up, I read the message that appeared on the screen and smiled.

I lied. It’s a big deal, cowboy.

I quickly typed out my reply and hit send.

Damn right, it’s a big deal, darlin’. Hurry back and I’ll remind you just how big.

Then with a smile, I put my truck in gear and headed back to the ranch. My grandparents were due back from their extended trip the following day so I had a few things I needed to wrap up. They’d originally planned on being gone only a week but called a few days into their vacation to let us know they’d be gone longer than expected. Little did the boys know but Gran and Gramps were planning on telling them they were going nomad. Gramps had come up with the genius idea a few weeks ago. Their plan was to get a Winnebago and drive cross-country visiting all the places they wanted to see before they were “decrepit old fools”; Gramps’ words not mine.

“She actually left?” Ellie-May asked when I closed the door to my truck.

“Yeah, pumpkin. She had a few things to take care of, you knew that,” I told her, trying not to smile at the pout on her face. I liked they’d formed a bond of sorts in the short time Amelia was here. Family was important to me and Amelia seemed to be fitting in perfectly. My steps faltered at that thought. I needed to get a handle on my balls and pull them back from where ever they were hiding. Thinking things like having her in the family was dangerous ground. The last time I had let a girl get that deep into the family, it had done a fair share of damage when everything went to shit.

“I didn’t actually think she’d go though, or that you’d let her out of your sight for that long,” she snickered from her perch on the swinging chair. I shook my head and dusted my hat off on my jeans. Before flopping down beside her, I grabbed the book she was reading out of her lap. “‘Blessed’ from David Michael.” I read out the title and then flipped the book over and scanned the back before looking back at her with an eyebrow raised. “Since when do you read this kind of thing?”

“Since the author’s cute and it’s a good book.” She snatched it back from my hands and hugged it to her chest. “Nice dodge but no prize, big brother.”

I sighed and leaned back crossing my legs at my ankles and running my hands down my face. “Yeah, she’s under my skin,” I admitted and crossed my arms over my chest.

“She’s more than under your skin.” She smiled up at me like a fool. I needed to halt this conversation pronto. I wasn’t real keen on chatting relationships with my baby sister… who was innocent.

“What’s this I heard about you going to a bonfire with Jimmy Rogers the other night?” I cringed and waited for her answer. Ellie-May might have been the baby and protected by us all, but she was growing up and none of us could stop it, no matter how hard we tried. Baby sister or not, we were screwed. I looked over at Ellie-May who was still smiling with a dreamy look in her pale blue eyes. Her honey-blonde hair hung in waves down her back. Her tiny frame and small dimple in her left cheek, teamed with her blinding smile that could light up an entire room, meant she was already the center of attention. She was a knockout, which in big-brother speak meant we weren’t just screwed; we were royally screwed.

“He’s cute.” She blushed while I groaned out loud.

“Cute isn’t good enough,” I told her gently.

“He’s not just cute; he’s smart. He’s sweet to me.” She looked down at her hands, which were now tracing patterns on the cover of her book. “He’s not like the other boys.”

“I know you’re not a baby anymore, Ellie-May, but… please just be smart.” I swallowed past the thickness in my throat. “You can always come to me or the boys. Strike that; don’t go to Austin, unless it’s in dire circumstance. Or somebody needs a hidin’.” I scrubbed my hands down my face again and stared off into the wide expanse that was our ranch, contemplating the day my little sister falls in love.

“Ellie. Please stop calling me Ellie-May. I’m not a baby, you just said it so I’d really like it if you stopped calling me that.” She protested in what I was sure wouldn’t be the last stand on her ‘growing up’

I’d always been her protector, her rock. The moment she came home from the hospital, she was my little Ellie bug and that was never going to change. She picked her book up and climbed off the swing, squeezed my shoulder and shuffled inside. Our mother had died while having her and left us boys and a newborn little girl with Dad, a guy who was a hard worker and an all-round good man, but had no clue how to raise a little girl or cope with losing the one woman who’d brought him to his knees. Hell, he had no clue how to keep on going after Mom died. So he packed us up and moved us out to the ranch. Not even two years later, he was with Mom thanks to a nasty kick to the head from a stallion he was training.

Our family had always been into training horses; they were beautiful creatures, but damn if they weren’t strong and on occasion unpredictable. An animal to be respected, once in a while, you’d find that one horse you connected with and she’d be your best friend for life. I pushed off the chair and made my way to the stables where my girl was. I’d been given Gypsy on my tenth birthday as a gift from Gramps. He’d told me every boy needed a good horse and this one, ‘she’ll be good to you.’ He was right too. She was getting up there in age now, so she didn’t go out often, but damn if she hadn’t always been right by me when I needed her most.

“Hey, old girl,” I called when I got to her stable door. She lifted her head and neighed a gentle greeting before nudging my hand looking for her treat. “Hold up, I’ll get you something,” I told her, rubbing the spot near her cheek where she loved to be petted. Reaching over, I snagged a couple of carrots from the bucket I kept close by and fed them to her. “I really like this girl, Gypsy.” A small snort from her and I kept going, unloading all my thoughts on the one friend I knew I could trust. “She sort of snuck up on me. I really don’t know what it is about her, but I think I need her in my life.” She nudged my empty hand and I fed her the other carrot I’d picked up. “Maybe, it’s her sense of humor. She’s so damn gorgeous it makes me want to turn into a pansy-ass and tell her every five minutes. Simple things like washing her hair, and she acts like I’ve just moved a mountain. She’s so goddamn sweet and she gets along with Ellie-May and the boys. When she smiles. I swear to God, the angels must cry; it’s that beautiful. I mean, what’s not to lov—” I shook my head trying to dislodge the word and the feeling behind it. Gypsy nudged me hard this time and neighed at me. I looked at her; she blinked at me, and then dropped her head.

“Ah, shit,” I cursed when realization sunk in. I dropped down on the stacked hay bales behind me and put my head in my hands. “I love her. Holy shit. I do. I love her.” I pulled my head back up and looked over at Gypsy who was now completely disinterested. “This week is gonna be a head fuck,” I noted aloud. I stood up, moving to the barn doors and wandered out to the lake where Amelia and I had spent some of our time together while she was here.

X X X

Gravel crunching under tires had my head popping up from the book I’d pinched off Ellie a few hours ago. I moved off the chair I was stretched out in, and made my way outside to see a bright red, obnoxious looking convertible pull up. A lanky guy with a massive bald spot flung the door open and started yelling, “Amelia, Amelia!”

“What the fucking hell?” I heard Austin curse from behind me. I ignored him and stomped toward the front door to find out just what this guy thought he was doing and why he was looking for my girl.

“Amelia!” he was still yelling, because apparently, if she was here, she was deaf.

“Can I help you with something?” I asked sternly when I made it to the top of the steps. I crossed my arms over my chest in a display of ‘pissed the fuck off’ and glared at him. He took a step back when I felt Austin and Braxton flank either side of me.

“I’m looking for Amelia,” he snipped, looking me up and down like I was a bug he needed to swat with a newspaper.

“Clearly. What’s your business with her?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“Amelia!” he yelled, craning his neck to see past the solid wall of cowboy barricading the front door. “Amelia!”

“You deaf?” I asked, taking the few steps down onto the cracker-dust driveway and stopping a few paces in front of him and his hoity toity sports coat. “What is your Goddamn problem?”

“My GD problem, as you so eloquently put it, is none of your business, but if you must know, I’m looking for my fiancée.” He put his hands on his hips and his words registered. My stomach dropped and my chest tightened up.

“Come again?” Austin barked from my left.

“My fiancée, Amelia. I’m looking for her. The private investigator I hired told me she was being kept here.” He looked around in disgust. My tongue seemed to be stuck to the roof of my mouth and a lump formed in my throat. She was engaged. To a guy I didn’t know existed. She wasn’t mine at all… she was his.

“Nobody was being kept here, needle dick,” Austin growled. My heart was close to beating right out of my chest and falling broken to the ground.

“She never mentioned you, not once in two weeks did she mention you,” Austin kept going. I put my hand up and silenced him without taking my eyes off this guy.

“What’s your name?” I asked in a gruff voice.

“Wesley Longstone Junior,” he said with his nose in the air.

Austin snickered but I pushed on. “How long have you been with Amelia?” I asked through gritted teeth, dreading the next words that came from his mouth. She’d lied to me; she had a fucking fiancée!

“Eight years or so,” he said smugly, taking a stance that under normal circumstances would have been threatening, but this guy was as skinny as a twig and didn’t look like the type to get his suit dirty trading blows.

“Fuckin’ kidding me,” Austin roared. Braxton had stayed silent through the entire exchange, simply standing by me in the event I needed him. I dropped my arms by my side and clenched my fists. Not one to show weakness, I turned to my right and walked off toward the barn without a sound. I could hear their voices as I went, but I didn’t care enough to stop. The boys would deal with the jackass. I needed to find a way to break through the searing pain in my chest.

I pushed into Gypsy’s stall and sunk down onto the straw that lined the floor. I dropped my head into my hands and pulled my knee up leaning my elbow on it.

What felt like a few moments later, Gypsy came over and nudged me with her head. She huffed at me so I rubbed her nose and pulled myself up. Being completely comfortable with each other, I passed up the saddle, threw my leg over her and took the reins. Before I knew it, we were flying across the green grass with the wind blowing past us, her muscles stretching out as we rode for nowhere.

Why didn't I realize this? She’d never spoken of her past; she never admitted anything about where she had come from? Why the fuck hadn't I been suspicious about how easily she just agreed to stay? Who does that? Someone with a fucked up secret, that's who.

“I’m such a fucking dumbass!” I cursed out loud, my voice lost in the wind. Gypsy knew what I needed and kept on pushing.

I had never felt this way about anyone before, not even with my ex. I saw a life with her. I saw us together for as long as I could imagine. I saw her completely owning the heart that she had now completely destroyed. I pulled back on the reigns and slowed Gypsy down, eventually bringing her to a stop by the water. After I hopped down off her, I tied her to the closest tree and paced back and forth, finally letting my rage and hurt get the better of me. I punched the tree I had stopped near.

“Fuck! Mother of fuck!” I yelled when I realized I’d just done some damage to my hand. “Fucking why?” I sunk down against the old elm “Why her? Of all the girls, why’d I have to go and fall for a lying city girl? Again.”

“Because you’re a glutton for punishment and you didn’t have the good sense to fucking learn a lesson the first time.”

11

Amelia

I pulled my car into my street after hours of non-stop driving; I wanted this over with as quickly as possible. I knew it was going to take a good few days to have everything taken care of, but I wanted to get it all moving so I could get back to Luling and my cowboy. I checked my phone again as I pulled into the drive of the oppressive house I had once called home, still nothing; I hadn’t heard from Destry for hours.

I turned the car off and shot out a quick message letting him know I’d made it okay. I pushed out of the car and walked up the pathway toward the front door, noticing not a flower was out of place. Stepping through the front door, I could feel it almost instantly: the suffocating feeling I’d been living with all my life. I’d left that feeling behind two weeks ago and I intended to leave it behind for good this time. I wasn’t ever coming back here once my finances were sorted out.

I slipped the house keys off my keyring and put them in the basket by the door. I then climbed the stairs and packed all my belongings into three suitcases and a box before lugging them down to my car. I wasn’t at all surprised to find Wesley wasn’t there, seeing as he would be at the office until almost dusk. I was glad I’d been able to get all of that done while he wasn’t there. I didn’t have anything I wanted to say to the piece-of-shit scumbag. I picked up my phone again to check for a reply. When I had gone to town to get my car, I had picked up a new cell phone but kept my old number. Just as I was about to pocket it, it started to ring.

“Mother,” I answered with the simple word that didn’t describe her at all.

“Amelia, darling. Juliet just called me and told me she’d seen you driving through town. Is it true? Have you come to your senses and come back to dear Wesley?”

“I’m in town. I’m just here to collect my things,” I told her matter-of-factly.

“Don’t be rash. Your sister is terribly sorry for what happened,” she said with a slight slur to her voice. Some things never changed; it was three in the afternoon and she was well on her way to being wasted.

“Rash?” I breathed. “I’m far from being rash, Mother,” I snipped at her.

“Dinner tonight with Daddy and me at the house. 7pm. Don’t be late.” With that, she hung up and the line went dead. I’d like to have said I wasn’t planning on going but I had a few things I wanted to say to them before I left again, and dinner was as good a time as any.

I drove down the road and booked into a hotel, and then made a few phone calls to start closing down my joint bank accounts. Before I knew it, I was walking up the front steps of my parents’ elaborate home. Our long time butler answered the door as I lifted my hand to knock. Lord knew you didn’t ever enter your childhood home without a formal introduction.

“Amelia, darling. Oh, you couldn’t find the time to make yourself look somewhat respectable?” Mother curled her nose up when she took in my jeans, sweater and pointed-toe boots.

“Nice to see you too, Mother,” I said sarcastically. The look on her face was absolutely priceless. I hadn’t spoken out of line since the day I had told my parents I didn’t want to marry a man I didn’t love.

“Well, I never. You not only look a fright, but I see you’ve lost all your well taught manners too.” She tipped back the near empty martini glass in her hand and turned to walk toward the dining room.

I rolled my eyes and groaned. Tonight was going to be a long-assed night but I sure as hell wasn’t going to find my manners. My dear parents were about to meet the real Amelia. The one who had almost drowned and lost herself under their rules and etiquette.

“Amelia, darling.” My father walked into the room fully dressed in suit and tie. Mother turned her nose up and held her empty glass out to be taken and refilled by the help.

“Daddy.” I nodded and sat at my usual seat at the table noticing with relief there were only three place settings, meaning no Nikki.

“I’m glad to see you’ve come to your senses.” Daddy nodded with approval and picked up his scotch.

“I’m not staying,” I told them defiantly. Daddy’s head whipped up and he pinned me with a glare that would make grown men quiver in there designer shoes.

“I’m certain I misheard you, Amelia,” he snapped. Like hell he did. I wasn’t going to be the prim and proper little girl anymore.

“No, you didn’t. I’m not staying. I’m just in town to collect my belongings and cash in my inheritance,” I said with pride. I had been trained to do as I was told for as long as I could remember, but that want inside of me was finally coming to the surface and I was being nobody’s doormat anymore. When my grandfather had passed, he’d left me some money. I knew it was there; I’d just never had the need to touch it before now. He was a hard man to understand, my grandfather, but we’d had a bond like I hadn’t had with Daddy. Had he been here now, he would have stood by my decision. I knew that much. Daddy was a signature to the money. I still wasn’t sure how that had happened or why, but I was going to find out and put a stop to it.

“Surely, you can see past one small discretion and secure your marriage. Wesley is a fine young man of good standing.”

“Wesley is a sleazy scumbag who can jack off with sandpaper,” I said chirpily. My sass was now at the forefront, and I planned on getting my point across.

“Amelia! I shall not tolerate any of this disrespectful behavior from you,” he demanded. Mother simply sat drinking her martini. Typical, don’t speak unless spoken to. I could finally see her for who she really was. A shallow shell of a person.

“Disrespectful? You want to know what’s disrespectful? Screwing your sister’s fiancé six ways from Sunday on her Egyptian sheets! That’s damn disrespectful.” I laughed harshly.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Amelia.” He really wasn’t grasping my point here, so I decided to be blunt and straight to the point.

“I never wanted to marry that asshat. I was only agreeable because it was expected, and now I don’t give a flying fuck what is expected of me. I’m happy now, Daddy, and if you aren’t okay with that, then that’s on you.” Both my parents gasped loudly at my sudden use of the English language and all the colorful words I’d spurted.

Daddy smiled cruelly and hit me with his nasty words. “That country hick did this to you. But rest assured, by now he won’t be waiting for you.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” It suddenly registered that he shouldn’t know about any country anybody, and he was clearly referring to Destry.

“Oh, that’s right, darling. Wesley paid your cowboy a little visit this morning. He went out there to talk some sense into you, but fortunately you weren’t there so he’s filled this character in on your current engagement and responsibilities.”

My stomach dropped and my head became light and fuzzy. Wesley had been out to the ranch after I left? I hadn’t told Destry about my past, but I’d sworn to myself he would know all of it when I went back.

“Now, you have no choice. You have to come back to Wesley. He’ll be the only one willing to marry you.” I’d never had real respect for my father after growing up and seeing how he treated people, but this was disgusting behavior at its finest. “You will go home now and unpack your belongings. You will ignore the child Wesley and your sister have created, and you will go about living as the perfect wife.” He sat back and downed the last mouthful of his scotch. “It wouldn’t look good for us if he moved from one sister to the other.”

Child? What? My sister was pregnant? By my ex fiancé? Holy fuck no!

“Like fuck I will!” I yelled, blood was roaring in my ears; I was furious. The fact he thought I would just look past that disgusted me. Simply, the fact that he was demanding I live that life, made me want to slap him. “Go and play Barbie with your precious whore of a daughter. I’m done here.”

I stood and pushed my chair back roughly. Not even a few strides from the table he bellowed, “You walk out of this house and you can kiss your inheritance goodbye, young lady. You’ll be cut off.”

I stopped, spun around and looked at him like the trash he was. “Go to hell! I don’t want your money or anything else from any of you. Keep your shallow worthless wife, money hungry skank of a daughter and the piece-of-shit that knocked her up. Y’all deserve each other.” With that, I spun on my heel and walked to the door noticing the butler trying to hide a smirk. I walked out of my childhood home and slammed the door behind me.

How dare they! Loving parents hadn’t raised me; that much I was already at peace with, but what just went down was more than even I could accept. I pulled my cell phone out of my back pocket and scrolled down to Destry’s number. My finger hovered over the screen for a second before I pushed down and pulled the phone up to my ear.

I just hoped I could salvage any damage Wesley has caused. I was going to wring that asshole’s neck if I ever saw him again.

I slid into my car with my cell still pressed to my ear and nothing. It rang out. I hit call again, and this time it went directly to voicemail. “Destry, call me back please. I need to speak with you,” I left a short message and slid my phone into my back pocket.

“Shit,” I cursed under my breath.

I put my car into drive and sped off out of the perfectly paved driveway, heading back to Luling. I wished I’d had time to do a big burnout across their manicured lawn or at least run down a few of the prized rose bushes that lined the property, but I wasn’t waiting any longer. Destry was the only thing on my mind at that moment. He was without a doubt more important to me than hanging around to tell the lowlife people who wanted to control me, just what I thought of them. As far as my finances went, I had whatever was in my purse and I would have to stop and drain my cards at the closest ATM. That’d have to get me through until I could get a lawyer and find out what I needed to do to release the hefty inheritance my grandfather had left me.

I drove as fast as I could, all the while gripping my steering wheel until my knuckles were white. My stomach was in knots and I had a feeling I’d just screwed up the only good thing I’d found in my life, by not being open and honest.

“You’re an idiot, Amelia!” I cursed myself. I pulled into a gas station and filled my car up then used the ATM to withdraw the last of my accessible money. That plus the five-thousand dollars wasn’t going to get me far. I would have to be very careful with it and most likely find a job somewhere and fast. That was the least of my concern though. I jumped back into my car and threw my purse onto the passenger’s seat then sped off down the interstate, praying to God, I had what it took to fix this.

12

Destry

I looked at my cell again and deleted the twelve more missed calls. “You’re the cliché bitch who just had his balls ripped off and handed to him, right now.” Austin laughed from beside me with a pointed look at my busted up hand.

“Well, I’ve been fucking a chick who is engaged, so I’m kinda pissed,” I hissed at him.

“I knew you were banging her!” he said with far too much excitement.

With a roll of my eyes, I told him, “You didn’t have to come. I could have brought myself in.”

“D, you can barely hold your cell when you check it every five minutes.” He was such a smartass.

“She keeps calling. I’m not answering it. She knows she’s been caught in her bullshit lies. I told her not to lie to me,” I said in a hushed whisper.

“You sure she was lying?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. I scrunched my face up and stared at him like he’d lost his damn mind. One too many kicks to the head I thought. “Just sayin’, brother. Don’t jump to conclusions.”

Before I could tell him to give it a rest, the doctor came out and called my name. I shuffled over to him and walked into the double doors.

I was bone-ass tired. My hand hurt like a bitch and now I was sitting in a hospital so Ellie would shut up about my hand that wasn't even broken.

Could it be true? Was I jumping to hasty conclusions without knowing the facts? Fuck Austin and his Doctor Phil bullshit. I didn't even listen to the doctor as he spoke; my mind was focused completely on the images of Amelia floating around in my head along with the words 'she is my fiancée. What the fuck was I meant to do?

The doc checked me out and did unnecessary x-rays just to tell me what I already knew. My hand wasn’t broken, just ripped up and bruised. The nurse came in and pulled the pieces of embedded bark out of it, and then cleaned me up and applied some shit smelling cream and a bandage before sending us on our way.

“What’re you going to do when she shows back up?” Austin asked me from behind the wheel on the way back to the ranch.

“I doubt she will. We’ve seen the last of Amelia. She got caught. I’ll be surprised if she shows her face around here again.” Even though she’d hurt me, the idea of never seeing her again was like salt in a wound. I couldn’t deal with that so I threw up my walls and stared out the window, blocking out all thoughts of her.

“She’ll be back,” Austin said vehemently. Austin liked her. I understood that, and maybe it was just concern for me, but he was completely invested in his assumption that she was coming back. Me, however, I wasn’t so sure.

I ignored him and pulled my hat down over my face, closing my eyes and building that all too familiar fortress around my heart.

“What the fuck?” Austin hissed. I looked up to find an enormous Winnebago parked in front of the house. “Who the hell is driving that thing?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.” We pulled up beside the massive camper and got out of Austin’s truck. We both checked out the big hunk of metal as we passed it before making our way upstairs and inside. It occurred to me before, when I heard Grams and Gramps’ voices, that they’d planned on buying one, but I hadn’t thought they meant this soon. Something wasn’t quite right with the picture in front of me. Before I made it to the dining room, Gramps met me in the hallway.

“Walk with me, boy.” He nodded to the front door and I followed after him. “We need to have a talk you and me.”

Something was definitely up. “Everything okay, gramps?” I asked when we reached the barn. Gypsy poked her head out of her stall and neighed when Gramps picked up a carrot and fed it to her.

“Pull up a seat. We’ll be here a while,” Gramps instructed, and then did exactly that.

The moment us kids moved in with Gramps and Grams, we lived a regimented life. We woke at the same time; we did our chores; we did our homework; we ate dinner at the same time and then we worked the same times every day. To some, it would be hell, but to us, it had given us something to focus on while our world changed so drastically. When Gramps said we needed to talk, I knew it was serious. I took a seat on the bale of hay opposite him, and suddenly, exhaustion hit me. His eyes bounced to my bandaged hand and he shook his head slightly.

“Where’s the pretty girl?”

“She left town.” His eyes narrowed in at me and I knew I couldn’t lie to this man.

“She went back to the city to finalize some things.”

“Well, she will be moving in at the perfect time then.”

“She won’t be coming back Gramps. She has a fiancé back in the city, who I didn’t know about.” Just saying that word made me ill. The girl, who had barged into my life, turned it on its tail and completely overtaken my heart, had a fucking fiancé. I dropped my head into my hands, flinching at the contact with my bandaged hand, and sighed deeply. Every time I closed my eyes, images of her flooded my mind. I remembered the way she tasted, the sweet noises she made when I was balls deep in her, and the look that would take over her eyes when I knew she was thinking about us. The way she glistened with sweat when she worked, the way her hair shone in the moonlight and the way her laugh made me want to fall to my knees and worship her for the rest of his life were memories difficult to escape. They were now just painful memories.

“You going to fight for her or what?”

My head shot up as the question left his mouth. Gramps stared at me expectantly, waiting for an answer.

“She has a fiancé, Gramps. She lied to me, and she came in here pretending to be something she wasn’t.”

“Have you asked her why?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to speak with her. I don’t know what to say to her.”

“Do you love her, boy?” He stood from where he was sitting and moved to sit beside me on the hay bale. “You wouldn’t be reacting like this if you didn’t. She deserves to tell you her side of the story. If this girl is messing you up like this and making you punch trees, then, my boy, she deserves to have you to fight for her.”

“But she has a fiancé, Gramps,” I repeated softly, desperately trying to ignore his question.

“Grams had a fiancé when I met her, Destry. She was meant to be marrying Willie Mason from the next farm over. They had the date, the plans; they even had a house bought for them. I met your Grams at the school dance; she was the prettiest girl I ever did see. I knew the moment she first held my hand when we had that very first dance, that I would fight for her and I would marry her. Look where we are now. We have this farm; we have you boys and Ellie-May, and I am damn proud of who you have all grown up to be. I got your grams, Destry, because she was who I wanted; her fiancé was just a road bump. If you want the pretty girl, get her. Listen to her. The farm will need a woman to run it when we leave any way.”

“When you leave?”

“What? You think we bought that home on wheels just to park it out front. Grams and I are traveling, Destry. This is your place now. You are the man of the house now. You are the manager of this farm; everything around us is now yours. I couldn’t be prouder to leave it to you. I want you to live here, start your family here, love her, make this your family home and make sure that pretty girl is with you. Don’t lose her, Destry. One’s like that just don’t fall in your lap often. Remember how she made you feel; that’s what you need to focus on. I love you, boy, but I know you have a temper on you and I know you are a stubborn ass. Now, isn’t the time for that.”

Without another word, he stood, patted me on the back and left me in the silence of the barn. They were leaving? Grams had been engaged? Starting my own family? Fighting a rich man for his fiancée? My head was swimming with admissions and I felt dizzy with the overload of information. Rubbing my uninjured hand over my face, I groaned at the clusterfuck I found myself in. I couldn’t just forgive and forget, could I? I needed answers. I needed to know why Amelia had chosen to string me along? I needed to know why she had decided to give herself fully to me when there was some asshole in the city waiting for her to come home. I needed to know if I meant anything at all.

X X X

Gramps and Gran spent some time after dinner telling everyone their new plan was and all the details before they retired to bed, leaving the rest of us sitting around shooting the breeze.

The summer air of Texas swirled around us; this was my favorite place: just the four of us sitting on the veranda with the world zooming around us. The four of us hadn’t had it easy, but we didn’t have it that hard either. That was because of the two people who just told us that they were leaving. To say I felt nervous was an understatement. I always knew the farm would land in my lap one day, but I didn’t think it would be happening so soon.

“So what does this mean?” Ellie was the first to break the silence. My head shot up to look at my baby sister, such an amazing woman she was growing in to. She looked back at me nervously, with the look of the world on her shoulders.

“It means that things will be a little different here but nothing with change for the four of us.”

“Will you want to make this yours and Amelia’s family home?” Austin questioned from beside me. What the fuck? My eyes narrowed in on him as I tried to comprehend his words. Amelia? Family home?

“This is our family home. The four of us.”

“And Amelia.” Brax decided to jump in. What the hell was happening? It was like they were having some kind of intervention.

“Well I know this will always be our family home but I’m sorry but I’m not going to be living here my whole life. Ill be shaking up with a girl one of these days and having my own farm.”

“Austin Reeves, did I really just hear you mention, god forbid, settling down?” Ellie scoffed with wide eyes.

“Not for a very long time sis. A very long time.”

“Well I don’t want to leave. I couldn’t imagine leaving you guys. You three have been the only people I’ve loved.” Ellie’s soft voice broke under the honesty of her words. “It scares me the thought of this kind of change.”

“Ellie bug would I let anything happen to you? This is your home forever and it will be always here. Nothing is going to change between us. I just might need some more help around here now that gramps and grams are leaving, that’s all I mean.”

She nodded and moved so she was sitting beside me and her small hand took mine. I had always been so protective of her and now as she sat beside me I felt like she was a baby needed protecting all over again. When mom passed I knew I had to provide. Ellie was our mom all over. The same eyes, the same flowing hair, the same button nose. She was perfect and I would protect her until the last breath I took.

“Oh, shit.” Austin’s low curse had my head snapping up to find Amelia stepping out of her car. I was so lost in thought; I hadn’t even heard her car pull up. My mood darkened instantly. I moved to stand up and leave when Austin put his hand on my chest. “Just hear her out.”

“I don’t think I can. I thought I could talk to her, but I’m… I just can’t.” I clenched my fists and winced as pain shot up my left arm. I pushed out of the swing seat and headed inside, ignoring her when she called out, “Destry, wait. Please.”

I slammed the screen behind me and went directly to the fridge, pulled out a cold beer uncapped it and took a few long pulls. Breathing heavily through my nose, I pulled another bottle out of the fridge and downed the rest of the first one before slamming it down on the counter. I could hear Austin and Amelia talking at the front of the house, but I wanted to hear nothing she had to say. Ellie walked up beside me and put a hand on my shoulder. “You should give her a second to explain, D.” I ground my teeth together and gripped my beer.

“Not you too.” I shook my head and pinned her with a look that quite obviously said stop. Ellie being Ellie ignored me and kept going, “Just listen. You might be surprised.”

Halfway through my second drink of cool amber liquid, the front screen banged against the frame and a few seconds later, a teary-eyed Amelia stopped a few feet in front of me. Her tears stabbed at my heart, but I shut it down and looked past her, not able to bring myself to look at her treacherous and equally gorgeous face. One look at her would have my walls crumbling back down and I couldn’t afford for that to happen. Ellie had disappeared almost as soon as Amelia entered the room, leaving us to have a talk that just wasn’t happening.

“Destry, just let me explain, please,” she pleaded quietly.

“Nothing to say, Amelia. You should just leave. Go home to your fiancé and let me be.” I picked my beer up and left through the back door. Jumping into my truck and driving out through the fields, I pulled up at the lake. I hadn’t intended on ending up there; I hadn’t even been sure where I was going. I made my way to the bank and sat on an old log. Elbows on my knees, I hung my head and picked at the label of my beer. A few minutes later, I heard a car pull up. Without turning around, I knew it would be her.

She sat down on the log beside me and cleared her throat. She slowly slid towards me and I tensed immediately; just the smell of her set my senses alive. Fuck, she had control of me and I hated that.

13

Amelia

"Please give me a chance to explain. I need you to hear me out.” The warm summer breeze blew against us, doing nothing to ease the chill in my body that was all about our situation and nothing to do with the temperature. “Destry, you changed my life the moment you stopped for me on that road.” I stopped and took a deep, shuddering breath before continuing, “You changed who I thought I was when you opened your home to me. You made me the person I had always dreamed of being the moment you opened your heart to me. I want to explain.” Seconds passed and I received no sign he was going to say a word. “You can’t just ignore me, Destry.” I just wanted him to say something, anything. The waiting was agonizingly painful.

"What do you want me to say, Amelia? How do you think it felt to be told that the woman I had been sleeping with, who I opened my home and family to, who I finally let into my heart, had a fiancé? Honestly, how do you think that felt?” he asked roughly. He didn’t want to talk.

"Tell me what to do, Destry. Tell me what I can say to make this okay. I am so sorry. I should have told you everything. I can’t lose this; I can’t lose us." I placed my hand on his arm and he froze at my touch. Finally, he looked at me.

"Amelia, I can’t do this. I don't know what the hell this is? You have a fiancé and I am definitely not the type of guy that fucks around with another guy’s girl. I just, I can’t be that person.. Nobody else has hurt me like you have, Amelia.” A tear trickled down his face. “I want to trust you, but you lied to me. You kept secrets, secrets that shouldn’t ever have been kept. You should have been honest and upfront. I shouldn’t have started this. I should have known better than to think a city girl and a country boy could have had a future together.” He cleared his throat and stared out somberly at the moon reflecting on the lake. “I did know better.”

“Destry, don’t,” I croaked out through the tears streaming down my face, my heart shattering into pieces. I knew where this was headed, and it was breaking me apart. I’d never wanted to hurt him. I’d ruined us and there was nothing I could say to make it right. My heart hurt. I had a feeling of utter dread and helplessness.

“I wanted you. That’s all I ever wanted, was you. Past and all, ‘Melia.” He reached out and wiped gently under my eye with his thumb as my breath hitched on a sob. He leaned forward and laid his warm lips on my forehead, took a deep breath and let me go. A step back and he turned and walked away. His head hung low, he walked past his truck and into the darkness, taking with him a piece of my soul. I crumpled to the ground and let the tears flow freely. All the hurt I’d felt in the world didn’t equate to the pain pouring from my broken heart.

X X X

Days had turned to weeks and those weeks had slowly trickled by since that night at the lake where I had realized I’d lost the true love I’d accidentally run into. I had found a small run down place on the outskirts of town. It wasn’t much, but it was mine. I’d spent hours slaving over broken windows and overgrown hedges but I’d made it livable.

Daddy and Mother had put up a good fight at first, but I finally found out I was already entitled to my inheritance, and it’d been transferred to my new bank account, the one I set up the moment I found my job. I was now the newest waitress at Rach’s Bar.

I was, for the first time in my life, completely independent and I was taking my independence by the balls. Destry hadn’t let me explain anything; he’d flat out ignored me every time I’d tried to speak a word to him, and the last time was my breaking point. I promised myself I would no longer cry myself to sleep over him or any man ever again. I would be the strong woman I’d always wanted to be. Self-assured and full of confidence. There were only so many times you could try and right a wrong, before you were beating a dead horse… or rather a drunk cowboy.

That was exactly what Destry had morphed into, a drunken cowboy. He was at the bar every night I worked, drinking beer after beer. He hadn’t shaved in what appeared to be weeks and he sure as hell looked like he hadn’t bathed in twice as long.

While I hadn’t been free of blame, I wasn’t allowing myself to pine after something that wasn’t mine to have. Destry and I were doomed from the beginning; if at the first sign of trouble, he turned tail and ran. I still kept in contact with Austin, Brax and Ellie-May. Matter of fact, I had a lunch date with Ellie that day. She was going through a bit of boy trouble, and since I was the only female friend she had, she’d come to me to talk it out. Not that I had the best track record with the opposite sex, but it was nice to be needed all the same.

I picked up my purse and key and went in search of my cell so I could leave to meet Ellie-May for a little girl time. I just hoped she didn’t talk too much about her eldest brother. I knew she meant well, but I’d made my choice as had he. It still hurt me to hear about his downward spiral though.

“Knock, knock,” I heard called out from the small, paint-chipped front door.

I poked my head around the hall and saw Ellie-May standing at the open entryway. “Hey, you.” I cocked my head to the side slightly in confusion. “I thought we were meeting at the diner?”

“Yeah, uhhh,” she shuffled her feet a little and blurted, “Destry’s there.” I smiled at her concern. She was such a sweet girl.

“Come in then; we’ll have lunch here,” I told her and put my belongings on the cute hall table I had sanded back and whitewashed.

“It’s looking so pretty,” she told me, gazing around my kitchen and living room. I followed her eyes when they landed on my cute outdoor sitting area.

“It wouldn’t be without the help Brax and Austin gave me.” I took the big jug of lemonade from the refrigerator, snagged two glasses and wandered outside, setting them down on the sweet two-seater table I had set up under the gazebo.

“He’s losing it,” she told me quietly when we sat down. My head snapped up from pouring the lemonade and I stared at her, unsure if I wanted her to go on or not. “I don’t know what to do about it. He’s destroying himself trying to forget how much he loves you.”

“I— I’m. I can’t fix it. I tried. He won’t listen to me.” I knew how bad it’d gotten. I was watching it too, but what was I supposed to do? I was nursing my own broken heart and Destry wouldn’t listen to me if I said anything about the way he was behaving.

“Did you love him?” Ellie-May asked sincerely.

“I still do, honey.” I ran my hand down my face and explained, “I do still love him.” Sad, but it was the God-honest truth. I loved him like I shouldn’t, like I’d never loved before or probably ever would.

14

Destry

Weeks had passed since I’d held her in my arms, been lost in the sound of her laughter or been overcome by the familiar perfume that lingered in the air at home. Home was empty now she wasn’t there. Austin liked to inform me daily of what was going on with her. I wish he would get it through his thick skull that it killed me hearing about what she was doing. She had moved into a little rundown house at the end of Edgars Lane. The boys had been spending their spare time helping her fix it up while I slumped over the bar at Rach’s and slowly drank myself into oblivion. That was my life now. Work, drinking, passing out and then doing it all over again.

Was today Thursday or Friday? All I knew was that it was another day I was walking through the double wooden doors of Rach’s bar and heading to the familiar booth that was now my sanctuary. I didn’t even need to order; before I knew it, Rach had slid an opened beer in front of me and slid in opposite me, looking at me with concern flooding her face.

“Back again?”

“Where else would I be, Rach? I am here hanging out with my friend.”

“Or are you here because a certain girl is due for a shift tonight?”

It was only last week that Rach had made me aware that my visiting times at her bar always seemed to coincide with the shifts that Amelia was working at the bar. She would work and I’d drink. She didn’t speak to me and I didn’t speak to her. She had tried about a week ago, and in my drunk stupor, I had made a scene; that was the last of her attempts to talk, but it didn’t stop me from being here.

“What the hell is it with you and my brother thinking you can Doctor Phil on me and get away with it? You are as bad as Austin!” I smirked and threw back my beer; the feeling of the cool liquid sliding down my throat offered the emotional comfort I desired. In a few short hours, I’d be passing out and forgetting this shit storm. As I watched her, I noticed something flash over her face, something I had never witnessed before. Was she blushing? Why had her eyes darted away from mine at the mention of Austin’s name?

“Well, someone has got to tell you what it’s like, and if that’s me or your idiot of a brother, then so be it.” She slid out of the booth and took a step towards the bar.

“Rach, wait. Is there something you’ve got to tell me?” I asked, knowing full well I was prying.

“Yeah, there is.” She hesitated briefly before smiling. “Warn me next time you are going to have a breakdown. You are almost drinking my bar out of beer.”

She took off towards the bar in a cloud of laughter. Rach had been a fixture in my life for more years than I could say. I remember her in school. She was in Austin’s year and I swear I thought the two of them would end up shacked up, but then he ran off with Claire and they suddenly stopped hanging out as much. She was a good girl. She could stand her ground; I had witnessed her stand up to guys twice her size many times, and she had a mean left hook. She was everything you’d expect a bar owner to be, but underneath, I knew she was just a girl with a big dream. My thoughts were shattered by the sound of Amelia’s voice floating through the air as she announced her arrival. My heart twisted at the sound of her sweet voice.

Fuck, I wanted her but I knew I wouldn’t have her.

She stopped in the middle of the bar and swung around to where I was seated. Her eyes found mine, and in that second, the world around us disappeared. Her eyes dropped from mine as she rushed behind the bar and began speaking with Rach.

Rach looked over at me quickly. I looked everywhere but behind the bar. I was here to drink and drink I would. One beer led to two, which led to five and a nice buzz was overwhelming my exhausted body. It was about the time when I found myself staring at Amelia once again that Austin had slid in opposite me and sat there with a king-sized grin spreading over his face.

“And what are you smirking at?”

“You’re fucking her without even touching her. Why don’t you just talk to her? Make up with her?” His face suddenly grew serious, his eyes narrowing into mine. “D, I need my brother back. I can’t fucking do this work by myself. You have never had days off work, but in the last three weeks, you’ve barely done a week’s work. Gramps didn’t leave the farm to you to run it in the ground.”

It was a brutal kick in the teeth; the kind of truth I needed to hear. It was true. I had let the farm down and if it wasn’t for Austin and Brax picking up my slack, it wouldn’t be running. My newfound love of drinking had created the demon known as epic hangovers, which meant the alarm at four am was always slept through. I was letting down my family, one thing I had promised myself I’d never do.

“Can I get you anything, Austin?”

My head shot up at the sound of her voice, and there she stood. Looking almost nervous, her voice slightly weak, her eyes focused on Austin, refusing to look at me. I watched her closely, drinking her in, enjoying the sweet smell of her perfume.

“I’m just here to pick up Destry and take him home,” Austin said quickly with a nod towards me. I slid out of the booth and stood beside her, towering over her. She didn’t move. My eyes narrowed in at her, knowing that the amount of unfinished business between us was growing by the day, and to be honest, I was afraid of what would happen when it came to the surface.

“I’m not standing here, then?” I asked with a slight slur. “You’re supposed to serve all the paying patrons.” I slapped a twenty on the table. “And I’m paying,” I said with sarcasm.

“What you’re doing is turning into a drunk asshole,” she sneered at me. “One who’s about thirty seconds away from being thrown out on his sorry ass.”

She turned to Austin who was trying to hold in his snicker. “Sorry, honey. You’ll have to take asshat home.”

“How cute, you two are just so damn sweet my teeth are gonna fall out,” I jibbed, trying to hide the hurt at them being so buddy-buddy.

“Your teeth are going to fall out after somebody is smart enough to knock some sense into you.” She looked up at me with what could only be described as disgust. That one look tore me apart. “Pull your head out of your ass, Destry. And grow the fuck up.” With that, she nodded at Austin and stormed away.

“Not a word,” I growled at my brother, knowing he wouldn’t be able to help himself.

“You just got bitch slapped,” he guffawed with a smug look on his face.

“Screw you,” I threw back at him. There wasn’t much I could say after that ego-breaking blow. I couldn’t seem to help myself of late. I’d turned into a drunken fool with a bad attitude, and I didn’t like it one freaking bit. Ultimately, it was that look she’d given me, the one that shone in her eyes when she’d acknowledged me just now. She was absolutely disgusted in me, and that hurt my heart more than any of the words we’d thrown at each other. I slunk out of the bar without another word to anyone and climbed in to Austin’s truck. The entire ride home was a sad kind of silence that neither he nor I were willing to break. This was it, this was the point I needed to get my head together and either let her go, or fight for her. Only thing was, I didn’t know if we’d done too much damage to repair.

X X X

My worst nightmare was coming true. Ellie was hysterical, had locked herself in her bedroom and was refusing to come out. The boys and I had been sitting on the porch chatting about the day when Ellie turned up with a screech of wheels and a look of thunder flooding her pretty face. She stormed past us without a word, slamming doors as she went; she was still in her room while I paced the hall.

“Ellie bug, can I come in?” I asked gently, rapping on the door with my knuckles.

“No!” she yelled. I looked back at my brothers who were both at a loss. She was bawling her eyes out and I didn’t have a clue what to do. “I need Amelia! Someone call, Amelia!” she hollered with a hiccup.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the white bedroom door. “Ellie, talk to us,” I pleaded. The last thing I wanted to do was call Amelia. I needed time to form a plan before I saw her again.

“Well, tell me which one of you want to come in here while I talk about the guy I’ve just spent the night with? Yeah, boys, your little sister had sex,” she sobbed. I went ramrod straight at that and the tension in the air turned to pure fury.

“Somebody needs an ass kicking,” Austin growled. I turned around and shot looks at the boys. Hoping one of them would call Amelia for me. I didn’t know what to say just yet.

Austin was too busy clenching his fists and letting the steam come out of his ears to help, so I raised an eyebrow at Braxton. He nodded and pulled his cell out to make the call.

Within ten minutes, the sound of wheels crunching on gravel filled the house and suddenly the front door flew open and I heard her voice. "Ellie, Brax?"

"Up here," Brax replied quickly.

Amelia flew up the stairs, wide-eyed and frantic. My eyes ran the length of her body; she was wearing skintight sweat pants that showed off every delicious curve of her sweet body, and a tank top, which sat just short enough for me to glimpse at her toned stomach.

Fuck it.

Her eyes finally found mine as she stood before the three of us. The tension swirling around us and I knew it was because of my stubborn ass.

"Thank you for doing this," I said quickly, my eyes darting from hers to the closed door of Ellie's room.

"I'm not doing this for you, Destry, so no need for the thanks."

Without another look in my direction, I noticed the fierce eyes she had thrown me moments ago softened when she looked at Brax and Austin before she opened the door and walked through, slamming it after her.

“You royally screwed that up,” Brax said with a huff as he walked off and disappeared down the staircase.

“She lied. She was cheating,” I pointed out to the only other person left in the room.

“No. She didn’t. You were just too hard headed to hear her out.” Austin shook his head and walked off in the same direction as Brax, leaving me to follow after them with Austin’s words swimming around in my head. I wasn’t at all surprised Austin knew the details considering the friendship that had developed between him and Amelia. I knew that he and Brax had been helping her set up the home she had bought outside of town. Knowing that she was staying around excited me, but I’d never show it.

I heard the screen door slam and knew where to find my brothers. What else was there to do besides sit around and wait impatiently for either Amelia or Ellie to resurface and set our minds at ease? Collapsing on the wooden bench beside Brax, he handed me a beer, which I took with a nod of thanks. The Texas air was still warm and the haze of a hot summer day still lingered. I wouldn’t live anywhere else. This was home and this was where my family became what it was today.

“I am not happy about this whole boy business with Ellie,” I muttered under my breath. Ellie would always be my little girl. Us boys raised her from when she was tiny. I felt like a protective big brother, but also a concerned father when it came to her.

“Does anyone else still think she is like five years old?” Brax asked with a smirk.

Austin grunted in reply, “Yep, so this is freaking me the fuck out.”

“I still remember her first steps and her first words,” I said nostalgically. “And when she broke her arm. She was lucky she was the baby of the house. Remember her demands?” We all laughed as memories flooded us before the reality of being orphans hit us and silence fell amongst us.

Being the oldest, I always felt a sense of responsibility being forced on me. I was so young when Mom died, and then when Dad passed, I had to take on the role of man of the house. I could have either gone down two paths. I could have completely let it destroy me or I could have stood up and been the man the three most important people in my life needed.

“You did right by us, Destry. Don’t think any other way,” Austin said softly, picking up on the thoughts swamping me.

“I hope so.”

My head whipped around when I heard the screen door close. Amelia walked towards us and leaned down to kiss Austin on the cheek, and then repeated the action with Braxton. Her eyes never met mine. She quickly said goodbye to them and walked off down the steps. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was going to fix this.

“Amelia, wait!” I called and went after her.

I grabbed her arm to stop her, but she instantly ripped out of my hold and spat, “Don't touch me.” Her words were a big slap in the face. Not long ago, she was crying out for my hands on her, now she was that hurt by me, she couldn’t stand it.

“I just want to know what is going on,” I told her honestly. Only I didn’t just want to know what was wrong with Ellie, I wanted to know about her. Amelia turned and kept walking. I ran my hands through my hair and yelled out, “Amelia, stop! Talk to me.”

She pulled up to a stop between the barn door and her car. She spun around to face me with something close to a snarl, “Oh, so now I’m good enough? You’ve decided you’re talking to me, now?”

“I— I mean. I just— it’s not like that, Amelia. You hurt me,” I stuttered. She unnerved me. Threw me of balance… she brought me undone. I caught movement from the corner of my eye when the boys got up and went inside to give us some privacy.

“Oh, it’s not? You’re the one who wouldn’t give me the time of day to explain to you what had happened. You made your mind up about me before you let me get a word in,” she roared at me. I stood stock still, stunned at the way she’d just completely blown her top.

“You had a fiancé,” I pointed out. That was all I had; I was a ball of mixed emotion.

“If you’d bothered to give me the time of day or a Goddamn second to explain to you, you’d know I had left him! When I crashed my car, I was driving as far away from him as I could get after I walked in on my ‘fiancé’ and my sister fucking each other’s brains out on my Goddamn sheets!” she screamed at me. Her breathing had picked up from pure anger and frustration.

“Fuck!” I cursed. I was such a fucking tool. She wasn’t cheating on me. My Goddamn ego had gotten in the way. I had screwed this up in the most epic way possible. “I’m sorry. I was hurt and I didn’t want… I don’t know what I wanted. I just know I didn’t want you to be able to hurt me like that.”

She gritted her teeth and glared at me, “You’re just like every other cocky cowboy I’ve ever met. Ignorant, full of shit and fucking blind. I was in love with you, but you couldn’t even see it.” She took a deep breath and my heart stopped.

She was in love with me? Holy fuck! She was in love with me. My heart started racing behind my ribs and I took a step toward her backing her up against the barn wall.

“Now, leave me be. Get back on your high fucking horse and ride off into the sunset. I’ll find my own freaking happily ever after.” Her words said one thing but her body said a whole other. She hadn’t been wearing a bra, and despite the warm breeze, her nipples were clearly hard. Her breathing was coming in fast bursts, making her chest rise and fall, drawing my attention to the pink flush of heat that was slowly traveling up her neck.

“You’re in love with me?” I asked, wanting to hear her say it again.

“Don’t be smart. It’s not cute,” she grouched.

“Amelia,” I asked seriously. “Are you in love with me?” I stepped a little closer, barely leaving a millimeter between us. My dick was now so hard I could hammer nails and her hands were clenched into fists beside her. She was either going to deck me, or she was trying not to touch me. I’d take either or both, so long as I knew the truth.

“Yes, I love you, you idiot!” Without a second thought, I closed the gap between us and pinned her flush against the wall, crashing my mouth down on hers. I kissed the ever-loving breath out of both of us. Her hands came up to my chest and rather than pushing me away, she fisted my shirt and pulled me impossibly closer. I brought my hands up to the wall either side of her head; she made a sexy little sound in the back of her throat, which broke my tightly reigned in composure. I growled into her mouth and moved my hands down, picking her up under her luscious ass. Her legs came up and wrapped around my waist effortlessly as I stumbled through the barn doors in a frenzy of tongues, teeth and lips. God, I’d missed the taste of her cherry flavored lips.

The moment I had her inside, I pushed us against the barn door and let lose. My hands were everywhere on her, unable to get my fill. I pulled her tiny tank off, causing us to pull away for a second. “I need you, ‘Melia.” I groaned when she pulled at the top button of my jeans.

She looked up from my crotch through hooded, lust-filled eyes and pulled my head down to her mouth. “You’ve got no idea,” she breathed against my lips, nipping my chin slightly as she peppered small kisses along my jaw. Reaching up, she pulled my shirt up and over my head. Dropping it behind us, she trailed her delicate fingers down my chest painfully slow. My dick started to throb with need when she stopped at my partly opened jeans and looked back up at me licking her lips.

“‘Melia,” I growled when she dropped to her knees, pulled down the zipper, and then tugged them part way down my thighs. My cock strained toward her thanks to my lack of boxer briefs. Without any hesitation, she took me fully into her mouth. My head spun and I reached out for the wall in front of me to stop from falling to the ground at the intense pleasure rushing over me. One of my hands landed on her head, as she started moving back and forth, the occasional hum from her throat running right to my spine.

“Holy fuck,” I groaned when she swallowed, taking me right to the back of her throat. My knees locked up when she did it again. I was so close to losing it down her throat; I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up. “You’re gonna make me blow, darlin’,” I explained and stepped out of my boots and jeans while tearing her yoga pant things off her and throwing them somewhere to the side.

I pulled one of the thick picnic blankets down from the shelves beside us and flicked it out before laying her down, tracing over her body with my tongue, teeth and hands. Not an inch of her body was untouched. Writhing under me, she cried out when I lined myself up and rubbed the head of my cock against her sensitive clit. “Destry, please,” she begged, moving her hips in an effort to hurry me up.

I took a shuddering breath and planted myself balls deep. Amelia arched her back, her eyes rolling back in her head while she moaned long and loud. The sound of my own groans echoed around us. I pulled my hips back until I was almost completely unsheathed and pushed back in recreating that feeling over and over, until I couldn’t go slow any longer. I picked up my pace and pounded into her, both of us calling out as we neared the end of the tether. She bit down on my shoulder as she screamed out. Dragging me down with her, our sweat slicked bodies moved together. I moved my hips faster when the all too familiar tingle started up my spine and my balls drew up tight. “Fucking hell, “I cursed loudly and came deep inside her with a roar.

Before I could collapse on top of her, I rolled to the side dragging her with me, where I tucked her up beside me and we caught our breaths. I needed to make my feeling clear, lay it all out for her. I ran my hand slowly in circles across her lower back, relishing in the feeling of her skin against mine. Knowing I’d been damn close to losing the best thing that’d crashed into my life, I held her tightly, unwilling to let her go.

"So we just officially christened the barn," my voice was deep and content. I had been searching years for this exact moment. I still held her in my arms, her breathing echoing out of her chest after what was possibly the craziest, intense sex session I’d had.

"Well, I didn't think that would be happening when I turned up." She buried her face in my chest and I closed my eyes under the intense feelings swarming me.

"I love you, ‘Melia. I knew there was something about you the moment I saw you, but I was a stubborn ass. I want you in my life; I want you and all your past. I promise I won’t be so reactive in the future. The past few weeks have been hell without you."

"You're all I have now, Destry. You're all I want," she told me quietly.

"What do you mean, ‘I'm all you have, darlin’?" I asked, slightly confused.

"I left them... my family. You don't understand the life I was stuck in before I met you. Always told what to wear and how to act, told who I was supposed to marry. My parents expected me to stay with my bastard ex-finance and be the perfect Stepford Wife, even after he slept with my sister and got her pregnant," she rushed out.

Anger at the way she’d been treated and how she’d been brought up spread through me. I sucked in a breath. "Are you fuckin’ kidding me?"

"No. I told them to go to hell and they cut me off. I want nothing to do with those toxic people. You're it for me. You're my everything. You, Brax, Austin and Ellie, you're my family now."

I caressed her back and took a moment for the anger to dissipate. "You're my everything too, darlin’ and you're perfect the way you are. Those people never deserved you. Maybe I don’t either, but I’ll spend every waking moment making sure you know how special you are." I dropped a kiss on her forehead and ran my hand in lazy circles on her back. "I'll never let anyone make you feel that way ever again. There's not a goddamn thing about you that I don't love, ‘Melia. I was wrong about you being a city girl. This is where you belong. You’re a country girl through and through. You fit here, darlin’. You fit me."

She pulled her face away from my chest. Her satisfied eyes smiled at me in pure contentment. "And I promise no more secrets. If we are going to do this, everything has to be shared, no secrets, no fears, no regrets."

15

Amelia

Destry and I cleaned up, our eyes never leaving each other and our hands touching each other whenever possible. I was so damn in love with this man. Grabbing my hand tightly in his, Destry pulled me out of the barn and we walked hand in hand toward the house.

“You done drinking up a storm, cowboy?” I asked, the question hanging on my lips.

He stopped walking and pulled me into his chest, my hand landing on his muscled stomach. “You gonna move in with me?” he asked with a small smile and a need flickering in his gray-blue eyes.

I stared up at him and laughed. “Well, my place was about to get crowded anyways. Ellie decided she wants to move in there.”

I watched him closely as I announced the news. I knew how much he adored his little sister, and this would be massive for him to get his head around. His eyes widened and I heard the hitch in his voice as he spoke, “When was this decided?”

I stood on my tiptoes and grazed his lips with mine, offering him comfort. “She will be safe, and it’s time for her to have her own space. She is a young woman, but she will always be your little girl.”

“You do realize I’ll be over there all the time.”

“She knows that.”

He looked at me in a way I’d never seen before. His eyes flashed with recognition and something else, maybe hope, maybe new beginnings. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me even closer to his chest. “Ellie can have your place, as long as you come and live in sin with me.”

“Mhmm, how am I meant to reject an offer like that, cowboy?” I mumbled against his mouth when I bought his face back to mine. “I think I like your particular flavor of sin,” I told him with a smirk.

He palmed my ass and pulled our bodies flush, grinding his hips into mine. “Cherry,” he laughed. “Cherry’s the only flavor I need.”

“Let’s get inside and get this done so I can show you how many times I can sin in a night.” I pulled him up the stairs towards the house, loving his throaty chuckle as we went. The house was unusually quiet; there was always noise in this house. For a moment, I thought everyone had left; that was until we stepped into the living room and were met with three sets of curious eyes staring expectantly at us.

“‘Bout fucking time you two sorted your shit out,” Austin drawled, stretching his long legs out in front of him when he leaned back on the sofa, hands behind his head and a big shit-eating grin on his face.

“Don’t be a douche,” Ellie chastised him from her spot on the arm of Braxton’s chair. I looked around, knowing in my heart I was where I wanted to be. This place, and the people in it, had healed the brokenness inside me. I’d found my true self here right alongside Destry and his family. It felt like home. A real home.

Destry flicked his head to the kitchen, silently indicating Ellie should come with him. “I’ll be right back, darlin’,” he whispered in my ear, leaving a small kiss at the edge of my shoulder before he let my hand go and followed Ellie out of the room. I loved how close those two were; he really was so much more than a big brother. He was their rock and he’d move mountains for them.

“So should I start calling you sister yet?” Austin laughed from beside me as I flopped onto the couch. He nudged his elbow against my ribs. “In all seriousness, I am glad you two sorted this out. He hasn’t been the same.”

“I’m happy too.” I leaned my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes for a moment, absolutely worn out from the panicked drive over to the ranch.

“Well, I’m going to head out. Got some stuff I’ve got to do in town,” Braxton’s deep voice echoed from across the room. My eyes shot up and I looked at him questioningly. I had noticed a change in Brax over the past few weeks. He had suddenly been disappearing at random times. Austin told me he’d missed a couple of family dinners, which was so unlike him and Ellie had told me he had been moody all the time. “It’s good to see you smiling again, ‘Melia.”

He kissed my forehead and left without another word. Turning in my seat, I looked at Austin who simply shrugged his shoulder; he was as clueless as I was.

Destry wandered back in not long afterward and found me snuggled up under a blanket with my head on Austin’s lap watching a movie. “You trying to steal my girl already?” Destry laughed and stopped in front of me dropping a kiss on my forehead.

Austin gently moved my head and stood up stretching out his arms. “All yours buddy. I adore this pretty girl, but we’ve all seen what an asshole you turn into without her.”

“Ha ha ha. Very funny,” Destry said sarcastically and slid down onto the couch. I lifted my head but he grabbed me behind my back and under my legs, pulling me all the way onto him and tucked the throw blanket over us. I snuggled down into him and let out a content sigh, perfectly happy to stay like this for the rest of eternity.

“Missed you, darlin’,” he mumbled into my hair after Austin had said his goodnights and left for bed.

“Missed you too, cowboy. Like crazy,” I whispered into his chest. “No more crazy,” I told him.

“Not unless it’s our own kind of crazy,” he replied honestly. “I’m not gonna mess this up again, ‘Melia. You’re it for me.” His voice had turned rough and a lump formed in my throat. This man undid me in every possible way. He drove me a little mad but took all my worries away with a few seemingly simple words.

“Take me to bed, cowboy,” I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He immediately obliged, picked me up and carried me upstairs to show me how to sin all over again.

Epilogue

Braxton

The moment Destry turned up with Amelia, I knew shit was going to get real and quick smart. I loved the girl like she was blood, but I knew things would change. The moment it was announced that she was moving into the farmhouse, I knew it was time for me to move on. It was time for me to get the fucked-up life I was secretly living under control. I loved my family; they knew everything about me, well, just about everything. I knew they were thinking I was being sketchy and I had seen the questioning looks and the flash of concern linger over their faces, so the only thing I could do was use Amelia moving in as an excuse to find my own place.

For the past six months, Ellie and I had been living in ‘Melia’s house. It was quiet, homely and a great place to hide away from prying eyes. Ellie was so wrapped up in her new life as a college student, so she was barely at home, which suited me perfectly fine. It meant I could come and go as I pleased without questions. Ellie’s transformation over the past six months had been incredible. The influence Amelia had on her was amazing. Ellie, Amelia and now Rach, had weekly catch ups and it was during one of these catch ups that Ellie had decided she wanted to go to college. She wanted to study for a business degree, as she wanted to take on a greater role with the farm. My baby sister never ceased to amaze me.

I walked out from my room at the back of the house with a towel wrapped around my waist. It was the first night I’d had somebody over and it was only because Ellie was away on a camping trip with friends and wasn’t due back until late that afternoon. The feeling of being able to share my bed and being able not to have to hide or worry about being seen was amazing. I had no idea why I chose to start a relationship—or whatever the fuck we were calling it—with someone I couldn’t be seen with. Just another fucked-up situation in the life of Braxton Reeves, that was why.

Even though it wasn’t the easiest situation to find myself in, I couldn’t help but notice I was smiling more these days. I was floating around on cloud fucking nine. It was a great feeling and today was no exception. Walking through the empty still house, I moved into the kitchen, filled the coffee pot and hit the button, pulling two mugs down from the top cupboard. I was taking the day off. My plan was to stay indoors and hopefully in my bed. I dialed Destry’s number to tell him that I wouldn’t be in and there shouldn’t be a problem, as he owed me a few days off so I was taking one off.

He didn’t answer his cell right off, which wasn’t unusual, so I left him a short voice message letting him know I had a few things I needed to do. My usual flaky excuse, but it was all I had ‘cause I sure as shit couldn’t tell him that I was planning on being balls deep all day while our sister was out of town. I ducked into the now empty bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face, calling out as I went “Coffee’s on!” and smiling at the small grunt I heard in acknowledgement.

Standing at the bathroom sink, I placed my palms flat on the porcelain sink, looked at my reflection and sighed. How I was going to continue keeping my secret was beyond me. My family loved me; there was no question about that, but I wasn’t sure how they’d take my news if and when I did ever decided to share it. I shook the uneasy thoughts from my head and focused on what the day would bring. I quickly showered and dressed, before I made my way toward the kitchen to finish our coffees and then lock myself away in my room with the one person who was slowly but surely overtaking my heart. Just as I stepped in the room, the back door flung open and in walked Ellie holding her bags.

“Hey, I’m back early. Coffee,” she sighed, grabbed a cup and walked out of the room without another word, and without commenting on my guest who just stumbled into the kitchen. I watched Ellie’s retreating figure and cursed under my breath that I wouldn’t be having crazy sex today with my sister in the house. The problem with old houses was the paper-thin walls. As I was turning around to grab my own liquid gold from the bench, the back door opened again with such force that it nearly jumped off the hinges. This time a furious Destry stormed in, followed by Amelia, Austin and Rach looking anxious and concerned.

“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me!” Destry roared and shot forward grabbing my best friend Ryder by the throat. “You’re banging my baby fuckin’ sister!” he yelled, the veins in his neck pumping furiously. Ryder looked at me and my wide-eyed expression in fear. He then closed his own eyes looking defeated once again. A look I had seen so many times over the past couple of months. It was then that I made a decision that could rock the foundations of the Reeves family.

“Stop” Ellie screamed when she rushed in from her room.

“Stay out of it, Ellie,” Destry told her and turned his attention back to Ryder, who was staring at me with pleading eyes.

“Destry, put him down!” I yelled back at him. By this stage, everyone was watching on in shock as Destry assaulted the deputy sheriff and my best friend.

“You allowed it! You knew about this, Brax, and you allowed it!” He was seriously pissed. I had to do something to fix this. It was now or never, right?

Fuck!

“She’s not sleeping with him!” I said sternly. Ryder’s head flicked to mine. Destry continued to stare daggers through him. “I am.”

Destry took a second to register my words and instantly let go, his arms falling to his side. He looked at me with a completely confused expression sweeping over his face. The anger which was there moments ago, had all but vanished, only to be replaced by pure shock.

The most fearful thing was he didn’t say a word. Ryder took a step back, out of arms reach of Destry, and Ellie rushed to his side to see if he was okay, while I stood cemented to the spot, waiting for my family to disown me or at the very least say something. I had four sets of eyes burning into me, Destry, Amelia, Austin and Rach, and I couldn’t for the life of me read their expressions. All I could see was Ryder from the corner of my eye.

“Well, fuck me,” Rach said, finally breaking the deafening silence of the room. Her head tipped slightly to the side, a smile on her face. A smile that instantly made me relax. Just maybe this would be okay.

“Did that already,” Austin snickered, loud enough to be heard. Rach turned quickly and punched him fair in the nose. We all looked over when Austin hit the ground, and Rach turned and walked out the door muttering under her breath. What was going on with those two was anyone’s guess, and right now, I had enough problems of my own without worrying about whatever that was.

All eyes shot back to me and it was then, standing in the kitchen of the place I now called home, that I realized I’d just told my family, my protectors, my blood my biggest secret… but definitely not my only one.

Content

Destry
Rough and Hard - 1
Lola Stark

Acknowledgement

Dedication

DISCLAIMER

Prologue

1 Amelia

2 Destry

3 Amelia

4 Destry

5 Amelia

6 Destry

7 Amelia

8 Destry

9 Amelia

10 Destry

11 Amelia

12 Destry

13 Amelia

14 Destry

15 Amelia

Epilogue