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  All of him.

  He drags his lips down my neck, down over the soft curve of my breast, kissing every inch of me.

  “Goddamn, princess,” he groans. “Damn do you taste like fucking heaven, and I haven’t even gotten to my favorite part yet.”

  His rough hands cup my breasts, teasing the nipples into hard little points as his mouth drops lower. He wraps them around one rosy nipple, batting it with his tongue and nipping at it just enough for me to cry out in pleasure. My back arches, and my legs wrap around his waist. He grinds into me, letting me feel every inch of that thick, rock-hard cock of his pulsing between my legs.

  “Fuck, I can feel how wet you are already, Chastity,” he growls into my skin. “I can feel how hot that tight little cunt of yours is for me — how much you want me to rip the rest of these clothes off and taste the rest of you.”

  I moan as Shepherd moves lower, kissing and sucking and biting at my skin. His hand finds the button of my jeans, and as he pops them, he suddenly rolls me over onto my knees. I moan, arching my back and stretching out across the grass as I feel him start to peel my jeans and my panties down over my ass. The sun dips below the horizon, and darkness sets in around us.

  The moon begins to rise though, illuminating us in soft white light as my rough cowboy pushes my jeans and panties down to my knees. His hands skim over my thighs, up over my ass, giving it a soft slap that makes me coo in pleasure. I can feel his lips trailing over my skin, sending shivers up my back as he moves between my thighs. His hands grip and spread my ass, and I blush, knowing he can see everything, but also loving that he can.

  Because all of me is his.

  “Fucking gorgeous,” he groans. “Such a pretty fucking pussy.”

  His tongue drags over my slit, and I whimper in pleasure. He drags it up and down, teasing me from my clit all the way up until his wicked tongue swirls across my asshole. I gasp, panting in pleasure I’ve never known as he dips back down, doing it again and again until I’m clawing at the grass.

  His tongue pushes deep into my pussy, teasing and tasting me as he yanks my jeans and panties off the rest of the way. Shepherd spreads my legs, letting his tongue tease over my clit before bringing it back up to press against my ass. I cry out, letting him gently fuck my forbidden hole with his mouth, the filthy pleasure exploding through me.

  “C’mere, baby girl,” he groans as he pulls me back, yanking me up onto his body as he lays back until my knees are spread around his head, right above his mouth. I moan, naked and panting as he pulls me down until his tongue pushes deep inside my eager, dripping wet pussy.

  “Ride my tongue, baby girl,” he groans into me, his powerful hands moving my hips back and forth as my clit drags over his tongue.

  “Ride my face while I make this pretty little pussy purr for me.”

  He devours me, and I cry out, rolling my hips across his chin, feeling the sensual mix of his rough stubble on my thighs and his soft, wet, incredible tongue tasting my pussy.

  My hands slide down his chiseled abs until I find his belt. I pull at it, tugging his zipper down too before I push his jeans down. He lifts his hips as I tug them and his boxers down until suddenly, that gorgeous huge cock of his springs free. I moan, cooing as I wrap my hand around it — well, as I try to wrap my hand around him, since my fingers don’t even touch. I stroke him up and down, watching the thick white precum leak down from his swollen head, making my mouth water as I watch it trickling over my fingers — making them slick and sticky.

  Fuck do I want him.

  I lean forward, pushing my ass back into his face as I open my lips and slowly sink them down over his big, pulsing, swollen cock.

  God he tastes good.

  I moan, slurping on his thick head as his tongue swirls over my clit. He drags it higher again, and when he starts to tease my ass again, I whimper as I inhale as much of his cock as I can. Shepherd groans into me, his hips bucking and his cock fucking my soft, pouty lips in shallow pumps that make my head spin and my pulse thunder through me. His rough hands grab my ass tight, spreading me as he pushes his tongue in and out of my tight little asshole. He slips a hand down between us, his thumb rolling my clit as he teases me with his tongue, and I start to tumble apart right there on top off him.

  I drop my mouth to the side of him, letting my tongue dance up and down his shaft as I stroke him. I lower my lips to his balls, cupping them in my hand and feeling the weight of them. I let my tongue dance across them, making him growl and groan into me before I slip my lips higher and slide them back over his thick swollen head.

  I’m so close.

  I’m so close, and he knows it. So close that my whole body feels like it’s going to explode with his tongue teasing my ass and his thumb rolling my clit. But suddenly, I’m gasping as he lifts me up and sits up straight. I moan in frustration at how close he had me before suddenly, he’s bringing me into his lap and centering his cock right against my eager pussy.

  “Just like this, sweetheart,” he purrs into my ear as he pulls me down onto him, his hand around my waist as he sinks that incredible cock into me. He slides in to the base in one stoke, and before I can even catch a breath, he’s easing it back out and then pumping right back in.

  Oh fuck yes.

  He starts to fuck me hard, driving in out and of me. His hips are a blur as he holds me tight, keeping me still as he fucks my pussy with that big thick cock of his, making me scream in pleasure into the country night air. My whole body erupts in fire, my head spinning, and before I can even suck in a breath, the orgasm he’s been building inside of me suddenly detonates.

  I cry out, my whole body shuddering as the wave crashes over me. Shepherd barely slows, his cock driving in and out, in and out, my clit dragging over his shaft as I just tumble from one climax to the next. I sink into his body, turning and kissing him fiercely as I start to bounce up and down on his lap. He groans into our kiss, one of his hands coming up to cup my face as we move together as one.

  Up and down, up and down, and so damn deep.

  His cock stretches me open, filling me like nothing else as his balls slap against my clit with every deep thrust. It’s animalistic and feral. It’s wild and untamed. Its primal, and fuck do I never want him to stop.

  His cock pistons in and out and suddenly, just as I think I can’t take anymore, I’m coming all over again. And this time, he’s there with me.

  Shepherd roars into my lips, and when I feel his cock throb so deep inside of me, I let go. The orgasm explodes through me, and I can feel his hot sticky cum blasting deep against my womb as his cock pulses and twitches inside. Rope after thick rope off his cum pumps deep inside of me, my own climax rolling over me again and again before we both just collapse, panting for air.

  We roll onto our sides in the grass, him still inside of me — his arms wrapped tight around me, and the moon glowing down on it all.

  Yeah, fuck strawberry daiquiris.

  …I know where I’m staying.

  Chapter 12

  Shepherd

  I’ve told her to stay back, or to run. We’ve already done that part — the part where I try and convince her that it’s a bad fucking idea to follow me down the road I’ve gotta drive down now. That she should take her half of the money and just go.

  …Needless to say, she’s in the truck right next to me, dead-set on coming with me. And damned if that doesn’t just get my heart swelling up inside. It’s not just that she’s a headstrong firecracker who won’t take orders from damn near anyone. It’s that she’s not budging from my side. She’s going to see this thing through. Hell, that’s a loyalty I’ve never known outside of family.

  We’re on our way to the Black Lung — this shitty, grimy little bar mostly frequented by the real old-time coal miners around here. No, we’re not thirsty. Well, yeah, I could probably use a damn drink or five right now, but the reason for our visit is that the Black Lung also happens to be owned by none other than Lawson Banner and also acts as his place of bus
iness.

  …We’re going because it’s time for me to pay my dues and settle up with the devil.

  We pull into the lot, and I shut off the engine. It’s empty save a few trucks, and I know the place has probably been cleared out of patrons so that Law and his crew can hold this meeting.

  “You should stay here,” I mutter as I open the driver’s side door and step out.

  “I probably should.”

  Chastity opens her door and steps right on out too, and I grin.

  “It’s always gonna be like this, isn’t it?”

  “Like what?”

  You being this headstrong little firecracker.”

  “Yep.”

  She beams at me as we meet at the front of the truck. She leans up and kisses me softly.

  “That might be a take it or leave it thing.”

  “I’ll damn well take it then,” I growl.

  She hefts the bag with my half of the cash in it and pushes it into my hands.

  “You know, we could just leave. Just run away.” Her eyes search mine, a seriousness on her face. “It doesn’t have to be Belize. With this money? Shepherd, we could go anywhere.”

  I nod. “Except anywhere wouldn’t change the fact that I owe this money fair and square. And it wouldn’t change the fact that my family is still here. Law isn’t the type to lean on people that way, but me fleeing the country or something might just change that. And with Colton and Tara still living here in Sugar County? And Taylor coming back from college soon?”

  I shake my head.

  “No. I’ve run from my own bullshit for most of my life, darlin’. But I’m not running from this.”

  She bites her lip, her eyes blazing as she nods and pulls me close. “Good,” she whispers fiercely. “It was a trick question.”

  I roll my eyes, grinning. “Bullshit. You’d have jumped on the first plane to wherever with me if I’d said yes.”

  She sticks her tongue out at me. “Can you blame a girl for not wanting the guy she’s into to walk into a seedy bar full of gangsters he owes a shitload of money to?”

  I smile, pulling her close. “So, you’re into me, huh?”

  She groans into my chest. “That’s what you took from that?”

  “Uh, yeah?”

  She rolls her eyes, trying to hide her grin before she drags that gaze back to mine.

  “Yeah, I am,” she says quietly. “I am very much into you.”

  “Funny,” I growl, pulling her close. “Cause I was just gonna say that I loved you.”

  She swallows, this flush creeping over her face as I pull her close and kiss her hard.

  “Let’s do this thing.”

  * * *

  Inside the windowless bar, one of Lawson’s guys pat us down after we voluntarily hand over my guns and her shotgun. He nods us through into the main bar, and there’s the man himself.

  Law Banner is a tough-looking guy. He’s big, and just as built as me or my brother, even if he’s easily got fifteen years on me. He’s a good-looking guy too, I’ll give him that. A strong jaw, these intense, downright freakishly blue eyes, hair silvered at the corners making him look distinguished, not old, and this silvered goatee and mustache. He’s sitting with his arms folded over his chest, his denim shirt rolled up to the elbows with his tattoo ink showing. But when we walk in, he nods, standing and stretching his muscled form.

  “I’m surprised.”

  “That I’m here?”

  He shrugs. “A bit.”

  “A debt is a debt,” I growl.

  Law and me? Well, our family’s got bad blood going way back. Someone’s cousin shot someone else’s grand-nephew or some hillbilly shit like that. Honestly, I don’t even know the full story, I just know that Banners and Bronsons tend to get along like napalm and fire.

  It also doesn’t help that a few months before I borrowed half a million bucks from the guy, I had a gun pointed at him on my brother Colton’s front porch. A misunderstanding that got cleared up, but just the same — you might describe our professional relationship as frosty at best.

  I drop the bag of cash on the table and nod. “It’s all there.”

  Law’s brows raise, and he nods. He gives a quick glance at Chastity — not like he’s checking her out, which is good because even with his three armed men here, I’d take his fucking head off if he looked at her like that. But now, it’s more like he’s sizing her up and seeing clearly that she’s more than just some pretty face I pulled in here with me.

  “I’m impressed, kid,” he grumbles, unzipping the bag and glancing inside. The guy who patted us down moves next to us, laying my guns on one of the bar tables and leaning her shotgun against the edge of it. I glance at them, but when I bring my eyes back up to his, I see that hard look and that head shake.

  I just grin at him.

  Law clears his throat. “Though I wager I know how you got this.”

  “You asking?”

  “It have anything to do with that shit-heel Billy-Ray getting his cookhouse ripped off yesterday morning?”

  I grin, and I’m about to respond when suddenly, the door to the bar behind us kicks in with a smashing sound. Law’s guys are quick, but not that quick, and suddenly, me, Chastity, Law, and all three of his guys are putting our hands up as four guys with guns train them right on us.

  Well, shit.

  One of them steps forward, and instantly, that “well shit” I muttered inside just doesn’t quite do the situation enough justice. Because suddenly, standing in front of us with a gun in my face is Billy-Ray Coleman.

  …And man he does not look too happy.

  “You’re making a big fucking mistake here,” Law growls lowly behind me, his baritone thundering through the room.

  But Billy-Ray just chuckles. “Says you, old man?” He grins, shaking his head. Billy-Ray is about my age, with these beady little eyes, a piggish nose, and one of those stupid fucking thin, chin-strap beards that looks like it was drawn on with a goddamn crayon. I mean the man has a fucking diamond tooth, like he’s some sort of gangster out of a music video.

  He grins at Law. “Nah, old man, you’re just mad cause I’m muscling in on your county. Well, deal with it. Your time is over.”

  He turns, and when his eyes narrow on Chastity, I growl. My hands clench to fists, and I take a step forward to move between him and her, but one of his guys shoves me back.

  “You think I wouldn’t recognize you, you dumb bitch?”

  Chastity’s jaw tightens, and I can see that fierce green fire in her eyes.

  “Either of you bother to really even look at the people who happened to be at the cookhouse the other morning when you kicked in my damn doors?”

  He sighs. “I was there, you stupid cunt. Wearing a mask like my cooks because, well—” He shrugs. “It’s a fuckin’ meth lab. Oh, but I was there. And I knew it was you the second you opened that pretty mouth of yours.” He sighs, and this time, he turns to me.

  “Oh, and you?” He smiles wickedly as his eyes narrow on me. “You it wasn’t hard to find. I just asked around who the dumbest motherfucker around was who’d be stupid enough to steal from me. I checked that with a list of ‘dumb shits who owe a lot of money’ and surprise-fucking-surprise, there you are.”

  His eyes narrow to slits on me, and his smile vanishes.

  “Hand it over.”

  “It’s not his to give,” Law growls.

  “And I don’t give a flying fuck, old man,” Billy-Ray spits. “It’s mine now.”

  “You take that,” Law says lowly, his voice edged. “And you’re taking from me.”

  “Good,” Billy-Ray snickers.

  My eyes dart around at his crew. These aren’t tough guys. Actually, most of them look about as strung out and fucked up as the cooks back at the meth lab. I hesitate for one more second, and then I make my move.

  …Problem is, so does Law.

  The room erupts into chaos as Law grabs for the bag of cash on the table the same time as I make a grab
for the gun in one of Billy-Ray’s guy’s hands. But seeing as all attention is on that bag of money, when Law yanks it off the table, every gun in the room swivels at him, and I miss by a fucking inch. Instead, I tumble into the guy, who swears and shoves me back, sticking that gun right in my face.

  Shit.

  Billy-Ray swears loudly, and suddenly there’s a scream as he grabs Chastity and yanks her into him. I roar, lunging for her before one of his guys sinks a fist into my gut. I hiss, doubling up for a second as the wind gets knocked right out of me. But I’m up, and I’m going right for him again before Billy-Ray suddenly yanks a gun out of his belt and jabs it right against Chastity’s temple.

  I go still as stone.

  Slowly, Billy-Ray smiles thinly.

  “Yeah, let’s put a stop to the bullshit right the fuck now.” He swivels to Law, the gun still on Chastity’s head. “The money, now.”

  “Go fuck yourself, kid.”

  I can’t tell if I want to grin at the balls on Law or fucking punch him in the face for pissing off a guy with a gun to the head of the woman I love.

  “The money, now.”

  “Eat a dick,” Law growls, spitting on the floor by Billy-Ray’s feet.

  The drug dealer snarls, pushing the gun right against her head, and I hiss as every muscle in my body coils, like I’m just waiting for an opportunity to lung at him.

  “It’s her or the money, how about that?”

  “She ain’t mine,” Law shrugs.

  I turn, my lips curling into a snarl at him. But his face stays hard, glaring right at Billy-Ray, who starts to snicker.

  “Ahh, right, she’s yours, huh?” His eyes narrow dangerously at me. “You know, you stole from me.”

  “No shit.”

  He sneers. “Not the money, shit-bag, her.”

  “No, the money I stole. Her you never had,” I hiss.

  “Bullshit,” Billy-Ray mutters. “She was mine — part of the deal I had with her father.”

  “That how you get all your dates, douchebag?”

  I know I’m pushing him, but I keep going. Because I know guys like Billy-Ray. Back in the poker scene, I could and did spot them a mile away. Because guys like this asshole are easy money. They lose their cool real easy, and when they lose their cool, they get careless and sloppy. And careless and sloppy at a card table with me will get you broke faster than you can blink.