“I love you.” She leans up a little, looking down at me while biting her lip. Then she’s reaching between her legs and grabbing my cock.

  “Chelsea,” I warn, as she grips my length.

  But then she positions me at her entrances and impales herself.

  “Christ woman, warn a man before you thrust him right into heaven.” Her pussy is hot and slick and impossibly tight. I grab one of her hips to keep her from moving anymore. “Condom?”

  She pauses and looks at me, her lips parted. “We can use one if it would make you feel more comfortable. But I know I’m clean and I’m on the pill.”

  “I’m clean too. And I meant what I said that one time. I haven’t touched another woman since we met. Haven’t wanted to.” Still, I don’t let her move. “I’ve never gone bareback, I don’t know if I’ll have the same control.”

  “I don’t care about that. You don’t have anything to prove to me. I just would rather not have anything between us.”

  I lean up so we’re face-to-face, chest-to-chest. “Then no judgment if I come too fast because you feel so goddamn incredible, I’m hanging by a thread already.”

  She gives me a wicked smile, then starts to ride me.

  “You’re so damn tight. Christ.” I slide my thumb between our bodies to add pressure to her clit.

  “JD, you feel so good,” she moans.

  She wraps her arms around my back, her short nails digging into my skin. She’s getting close. The walls of her pussy are tightening.

  “Are you going to come for me?”

  “Yes. Oh, shit, it’s so intense,” she whines. Then she tips over the edge and I hold her through the tremors of her orgasm.

  “Can we switch positions?” I ask.

  She nods.

  As much as I don’t want to, I pull out of her. I lay her face down on the bed, then cover her with my body.

  “It’ll be even tighter like this.” I press myself into her pussy from behind.

  “Oh wow,” she says. Her fingers dig into the sheets.

  I start to rock my hips. She’s so wet, her pussy making squelching noises with every thrust. “Chelsea…” I’m not sure if it’s a plea or praise or both. “You are everything to me,” I tell her. “I loved you’d three years ago.” Thrust. “I love you now.” Thrust. “I will love you forever.”

  “Yes!” Another climax rolls through her body and the pulses milk my own release.

  I roar her name and my orgasm feels endless. I fall onto the bed next to her. She immediately snuggles onto my chest.

  “Let me go get something to clean you up,” I say.

  “I don’t want to move. I don’t want to be apart from you for even the briefest of moments right now. Thank you for being patient with my craziness.”

  I kiss her forehead. “No need to thank me. I was never going anywhere. I moved back here because I thought you’d made your choice. But in truth, it would have only been another week before I drove my ass to Austin and stole you.”

  “You would have kidnapped me?” she asks.

  “If I needed to. We belong together.”

  “I feel it. Two magnets.”

  “Yeah, baby. I just needed to make it all happen.”

  “Because the only fate is the one you make,” she says, her fingers gently stroking every part of me she can reach.

  “Exactly. Now, give me twenty minutes and we can do it again.”

  And that makes her laugh.

  “Might want to make that thirty minutes. I’m not as young as I used to be.”

  “I love you, JD.”

  “I love you too, baby. In this timeline and every other one.”

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  excerpt from lone star playboy

  Rory

  A few months ago…

  Recently my entire small Texas town of Saddle Creek has been abuzz because of some gossip regarding one of the local families. Well, I suppose you can’t call it gossip if it’s actually true. In any case, anyone within a forty-mile radius of Saddle Creek has heard of the Crawfords.

  They have a freakishly attractive gene pool and considering up until about a month ago all of them were single, their names were frequently on the lips of townspeople. Case in point, I might have called my very best friend, Callie, when I heard that juicy bit of gossip regarding their entire family. The one that said that all of the siblings—five boys and one girl—had to get married as quickly as possible in order to save their ranch.

  It’s like something out of a delicious holiday romantic movie. Thankfully I talked some sense into my bestie and she snagged one of the hotties for herself and is now blissfully married.

  I’m personally not looking for a husband. I got a close-up look at the ugly side of marriage growing up with my parents. Frankly, I’m not even sure who is worse, my father the Army colonel, or my mother the judgmental shrew and former Ms. Texas. Growing up in the shadow of a beauty queen when you don’t fit society’s beauty standards is less than ideal.

  I’m pretty sure she had me on a liquid diet before my tenth birthday. The fact of the matter is, I’m a thick girl. Curvy, voluptuous, fat, chubby, whatever you want to call it, that’s me. I’ve got rolls and cellulite and I’m soft and squishy.

  When I was a teenager, I tried to diet and starve myself and I ended up in the hospital with a stomach ulcer from an excess of stomach acid and my hair started falling out. That was the last time I tried to change the way I look.

  But I digress. I was talking about the Crawfords and their hot genes, not my tight jeans. So they all have to get married, which means they’re all on the prowl. Since I’m not interested in marriage, I’m not putting my name in any of their proverbial hats. Not that they’ve been knocking at my door.

  But there is one Crawford who I know will be the last one to cave with this marriage mandate. He’s the playboy in the family. The only one who doesn’t even live in town because he’s got some fancy city boy job in Austin a couple of hours away. Well, technically Johnny, the youngest, doesn’t live here full-time, but that’s only because he’s going to college.

  To say this man is attractive is a serious understatement. We’re talking slap his face and body on a billboard in the middle of Times Square hot. It’s ridiculous. He’s known for being a total one-and-done kind of guy, which makes things perfect for me. Because I desperately need some bedroom action.

  As my luck would have it, he’s in town for the weekend. So I’m going to shoot my shot, as they say and see if I can take a ride on the Hayes train. Ugh, I will not be using that terminology when I proposition him though.

  Currently, I’m watching a couple of his brothers talk forcefully to him. I’m pretty sure it’s because he was trying to piss off his fraternal twin by flirting with said twin’s new wife. But frankly, I don’t even care. Like I said, I’m not looking for forever, I’m looking for tonight.

  Maybe he’ll be disappointing. I mean how can one man be that attractive, be a good lover and have a nice dick? That just wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the men out there. So I’m sure there’s something less than about him, but I don’t even care about that.

  I make my way over to see Callie and give her a side hug. She’s sitting next to her husband and second oldest Crawford hottie, Roe. He can barely take his eyes off his wife to grin at me.

  “Sibling rivalry?” I ask.

  Roe rolls his eyes. “Hayes has always been a troublemaker and now that Mama is gone, no one smoothes the way for him.” He glances over his shoulder at his brothers.

  “Well, you know what, I need some help loading my animals so I’ll just see if I can convince Mr. Beautiful to give me some assistance.”

  Roe barks out a laugh. “Good luck with that.”

  “I wouldn’t count her out,” Callie says. “Rory can be very persuasive.”

  I wink at Callie and walk over to the rest of the Crawfords. The token girl—their sister—Madison, is sitting there watching them like this is the best night of her life. I swear she’s taking notes. It’s the oldest, Quinn, and the youngest, Johnny who have cornered Hayes.

  “Excuse me boys. I find myself in need of some assistance.” I lock eyes on Hayes’s honey-colored gaze. We met once before, but I bet he doesn’t even remember. I glance down at his shoes. “We might ruin your twelve-hundred-dollar shoes, but do you think you could help load my critters?”

  He glances down at his feet, then back up to me with an arched brow. He’s now likely wondering how the hell I know anything about the kind of footwear he’s sporting. But I know I’ve intrigued him.

  “Lead the way,” he says. He shrugs out of his brothers’ holds on him.

  I nod and together we walk off towards the petting pen where I have some of my more popular animals that I bring to functions like tonight’s Bluebonnet Festival. You see, I own a hobby farm.

  “I’m not sure if you remember, but I’m Rory. We met briefly once.”

  “I remember you, darlin’.”

  That slow Texas accent hits its mark—right between my legs—but I’m smart enough to recognize it as a move. “Oh, I bet that gets all the city girls’ attention, doesn’t it?” I ask with a laugh.

  “I do okay.”

  “Mmhm.

  We work in silence and get my goats and bunnies loaded in my trailer.

  “Do you normally have an assistant?” he asks.

  “No. It’s not generally a two-person job.” I close the trailer and lock it.

  Those whiskey eyes of his trail down my body. Thankfully I’m not as messy as I could be. I didn’t work my petting pen tonight; I hired a few high school students from the 4-H club to do it. So even though I’m wearing my usual blue jeans, boots and a t-shirt with the name of my hobby farm on it E-I-E-I-Okay-Corral, I’m not covered in animal shit.

  He takes a step closer to me. “But tonight?”

  “You looked like you were having a rough go of it with your brothers. And I decided I wanted to take you home for the night.”

  His pillowy lips kick up in a seductive grin. “Is that so?”

  “It is, indeed.”

  “You have some work you need this city boy to do out at your farm?”

  So I can play this one of two ways. I can go the icky porno route and tell him I need him to come clean out my pipes. Or I can just tell him what I want.

  I grab his belt and pull him flush to me. “I would like you to come back to my house and fuck me senseless. If that’s something you’re up for, then get in my truck. If it’s not, then we part ways here, no hard feelings.”

  “Oh, darlin, I’ve definitely got some hard feelings for you.”

  It’s cheesy as fuck, but his smile is so full of genuine humor that it just lights my body on fire. I pull his face down for a quick, hard kiss. “Let’s go then.”

  The drive to my farm is quiet and tense. I feel like I won the hot-guy lottery and I’m not sure what I want to do with him first. Please let him have a big dick. He definitely has some big dick energy. But that could just be ego.

  Once we get to my farm, we make quick work of putting my animals in their regular pens.

  “It’s just you out here?” he asks.

  “Yep. Well, me and all my animals.”

  He threads his fingers through mine and we walk, hand-in-hand through my spacious yard to my back door. I unlock it and the minute we’re inside, he presses me against the wall and kisses me. His kiss isn’t slow or gentle. No, its pure carnal lust with tongue. Which is amazing considering how full his lips are. Did I mention this man looks like a damn model?

  Ridiculous.

  He picks me up, so we’re better matched in height. I wrap my legs around his waist, and my denim covered core presses to the hot seam of his pants. Oh, what I would give to be naked at the moment.

  He sucks my tongue into his mouth and rocks his pelvis against me. The hard ridge of his erection rubs against me, where I need him most, but through two layers of blue jeans, I’m not getting enough friction. I groan in frustration.

  I rake my fingers into his hair; it’s soft beneath my fingers. I expected it to be crispy with hair gel, but it’s just effortlessly soft. I should probably be embarrassed that I’ve given myself my last two haircuts and, for efficiency’s sake, I use a shampoo/conditioner combo. Maybe there’s a bit of me that does both of those things just to spite my mother.

  He leans back from our kiss one brow arched. “I can hear you thinking. What’s going on?”

  “Uh, I was noticing how soft your hair is and then thinking about my own hair care routine.” I give him my best fake sultry look. “I know it’s amazing that a sexy beast like me hasn’t been snatched up.”

  He barks out a laugh. “You are a sexy beast. Where is your bedroom, because I’ve got to feel your pussy without seventy-five layers of fabric between us?”

  “Excellent plan. Down that hall. Last door on the right.”

  He moves to head in that direction.

  “You don’t have to carry me.”

  “Oh, but I do. This way, I’ve got your plump ass sitting in my palms, and my hard cock is riding up and down the line of your pussy with every step. I can feel your nipples pressing against me as we walk too.”

  He’s right. Every step towards my bedroom creates a flurry of sensations. I lean forward and lick his throat. He’s salty and delicious and he groans, angling his head to give me better access.

  “When we get to your room, I want you to take off all of your clothes. I need to make you come. I’ve got to watch you fall apart.”

  “Yes, let’s do that,” I say.

  Thankfully my house isn’t that big and we do get to my bedroom quickly. He immediately lowers me to the ground.

  “Strip, Aurora,” he says. The sound of my given name coming out of his sexy mouth sends shivers racing over my body.

  He slowly unbuttons his shirt while I tear off my t-shirt and wiggle out of my blue jeans.

  “Goddamn. Look at your fucking curves. Your body was made for loving.” He grabs me and pulls me to him and kisses me again. His lips are hot and needy as they explore my mouth. He presses my back against my bedroom wall and devours me.

  Our tongues slide against one another as he begins a slow, methodic pump of his pelvis against me. The rhythmic rocking of his dick against my pussy coils pleasure tightly inside me. I should probably be embarrassed that he’s going to make me come like this in less than five minutes, but I’m not.

  I whine into his mouth and try to rock myself harder against him. I grip his biceps in an attempt to pull myself up and give myself some leverage. Anything to try to race to my finish line. Nothing affects his steady pace.

  He leans back from the kiss. “Be patient, Aurora. You’ll get there. I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want tonight. However you want them.”

  “Oh God.” I groan when my orgasm finally hits. I arch against the wall at my back, as intense pleasure rockets through every nerve of my body.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he says. Then he walks me to the bed and dumps me unceremoniously into the center. “Take off the rest of your clothes.”

  His breathing is labored while he strips off his jeans. His bright blue boxer briefs are tight, everywhere, showcasing how thick his thighs are and how big his erection is.

  His body is like a photoshopped perfection of muscles only interrupted by brown curly hair that bisects his ridiculous six-pack of abs. His body is perfectly honed, but there’s nothing about him that looks like a gym rat. Nothing about his nearly naked body that looks like a slick city boy, no, he very much has the body of a man who works with his hands.

  “I really like the way you’re looking at me right now, darlin’.”

  I’ve gotten so distracted watching his body be revealed that I’ve forgotten to remove my bra and panties. I quickly unhook my bra and fling it across the room. Then slide my no-nonsense cotton undies down my thighs and kick them away.

  I spread my legs just a little to give him a peek.

  He grabs the front of his boxers, gripping his dick. “Aurora,” he murmurs. “You are the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen.” He climbs onto the bed, prowling up my body like a giant panther.

  I stare into his whiskey eyes, searching for proof that he’s used that line time and time again on women. Instead, I see only sincerity shining back at me.

  Danger, Will Robinson!

  Do not look directly into the sincere eyes of the sexy man. Look at his mouth or his dick and focus on the sex. Only the sex.

  Because I’m pretty sure that staring into those gorgeous eyes and feeling like I’m the only woman in the world will only make me fall a little bit in love with him. Okay, a lot in love with him. Hayes Crawford is clearly dangerous, which is why it’s a good thing this is only a one-night stand.

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  about the author

  USA Today Bestselling Author, Kat Baxter writes fast-paced, sweet & STEAMY romantic comedies. Readers have dubbed her “The Queen of Adorkable.” and her books “laugh-out-loud funny,” and “hot enough to melt your kindle.” She lives in Texas with her family and a menagerie of animals. Kat is the pseudonym for a bestselling historical romance author.

 

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