Fire On The Farm (Second Chance Cowboy Romance) by Betty Shreffler

Author:Betty Shreffler [Shreffler, Betty]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-29T05:00:00+00:00

I let Brock rest while I went out to the barn and got the feed put out for the horses. Last night, putting the photo of Darrell and me away had been harder than I thought. As soon as I opened the containers, the memories flooded me. I touched Darrell's shirt and instantly missed him and his warm and affectionate touch. The tears flowed out of me, and I did my best to control them. I was so tired of crying, especially in front of Brock.

He'd come down to check on me and found me exactly the way I didn't want him to. I could see the internal struggle and discomfort on his face. Guilt pummeled my gut. I knew I needed to start looking forward, and that's what I was trying to do. He just caught me at a very delicate moment, but as usual, he put his feelings aside and offered me comfort. The man was too good to me. There were times I felt guilty for how good of a man he is. My broken and messed-up heart was still holding me back when he was all-in.

I truly wanted to move forward with him, but for every few steps forward, something always knocked me back a step. Today was a day of love and celebration and I wanted to embrace it.

I headed back to the house and found Brock making breakfast. I admired his backside in his gray lounge pants. He looked over his shoulder, caught me staring, and grinned as he tilted his head for me to come to him. I think he had my body trained at this point. The slightest curve of his finger, head tilt, or whisper of words, and my body responded to his demands, willingly and hungrily.

He pawed my ass and pushed me against the counter. His large, solid frame covered me as he planted his lips on mine. When his lips parted, my head tilted toward him, still wanting more. He reached around me to grab the plate, and I pouted. He laughed, bit my lip, and pulled it between his teeth.

"Don't get me started, gorgeous. We can't be late. I have to walk Bethany down the aisle."

My eyes remained locked on his solid, chiseled torso as he carried our plates to the dining table. Memories of the way he'd loved me with that body sent a trickle of arousal over my limbs and buried itself deep within my sex. He rounded the corner and winked at me. No doubt, my heated cheeks revealed my passionate inner thoughts.

My feet woke up and followed him and our breakfast to the dining room. Just as I expected, my plate was next to his and when I tried to take the seat next to him, his strong hands nestled over my hips and gently slid me onto his lap. I giggled before his lips covered mine and snuffed out the sound.

I placed a hand on his chest and pulled away as my breath grew heavy.

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