She has always loved her cowboy, but, to keep him, she’ll have to show the world her heart.
Colton and Steph have been a thing since high school. Colton, a cowboy who stubbornly tends to his family’s horse ranch, likes a simple life. Steph, now a famous Hollywood star, likes things with a little more flash and bang. The two of them couldn’t be any more different and yet, when they come together, it’s an explosion of lust that rivals the intensity of a flame to gasoline.
Steph gets away as often as she can, visiting Colton between movies she’s working on, and Colton is always there waiting for her. She has put her career ahead of everything, and in an effort to keep Colton a secret and ensuring his privacy is not disturbed, she also lets the media have control over her love life, allowing whatever gossip they dream up to run unchecked, except where he’s concerned. But when the media finds her visiting Colton’s ranch, she lies about how much he means to her in an effort to protect his anonymity.
It’s a lie that could destroy her life completely because it’s one that Colton believes. And the next time she goes to see him, he’s not there to greet her. Steph finds herself in a race not just to find him but to show him how much he means to her and what she’s willing to do to prove it.
Publisher's Note: This book was previously released elsewhere. It has been significantly revised, and reedited, for release with Totally Bound Publishing.
General Release Date: 30th June 2020
“Do you know how much I love coming home to find you in my bed?”
Steph opened her eyes to see Colton crouched in front of her, tenderly brushing aside the hunks of hair that had fallen across her face with one of his big hands.
Her body coiled, desire pounding through her just from that little touch. “Cole,” she breathed.
He knew her so well.
After slipping his fingers into her hair then sliding down until he was clenching the nape of her neck, he pulled her up to meet him halfway, devouring her lips as he plunged his tongue into her mouth.
Like a bolt of electricity scorching through her, he brought her back to life. She launched onto him, knocking them both onto the carpeted floor as they tore at each other’s clothes, discarding his shirt and her dress in a frenzy of ripped fabric and flying buttons.
She needed this. She needed him. He was the only real thing in her life—the only one she could trust and count on. He was always there when she needed him to be and gone when she didn’t. Her Colton.
He pulled her under him, rolling his hips between her thighs. She loved the feel of his jeans abrading her. Everything about Colton was rough, from his callused fingers to the stubble painting his jaw. Everything except his heart… She owned his tender, loyal heart.
“Did ya miss me, sweetheart?” He ran his fingers over her collarbone and down to one lace-covered breast, circling her nipple until it budded into a hard peak. He gave a little squeeze before trailing his hand down her stomach. “I’ve missed you.”
He looked like a surfer with his shaggy, shoulder-length blond hair, dazzling blue eyes and easy smile. A country boy through and through, he was built like a man used to working hard, all muscle and sinew, corded and lean—so very different from all the Hollywood men who were pampered and pandered to, demanding and selfish.
He shifted his magnificent body to the side and slid his fingers into her panties, trailing over the little nest of curls to rub against her aching clit.
She moaned as she arched into his touch, her body coiling taut, her pussy wet. “I want you, now.”
He chuckled as he leaned down to nestle his lips against her throat. “Patience.”
He plunged one finger then two deep into her pussy, teasing her with anticipation as he began to slowly piston her.
“Colton!” She reached down and popped the button of his jeans then quickly slid her hand into his boxers and circled his cock. “Let’s see how much patience you have.”
He groaned as she stroked him while his fingers were still nestled deep inside her, his rhythmic pumping keeping the same tempo as hers. “Steph.” His voice was strained, breathless, his eyes hooded.
She knew she’d won.
He pulled his fingers out of her, hooking them into her panties and yanking them down before she could do so much as lift her ass out of the way. He pulled himself from her grasp, pushed his jeans and boxers to his knees then nestled back between her thighs. This was what she wanted, quick and hard. She needed to be fucked this time. The loving could come later.
While he held her hips, he nudged her pussy, the head of his penis deliciously wide, stretching her like his fingers couldn’t.
“Is this what you want?” He was staring down at her, gobbling her up with his lusty stare.
That look he gave her… No other man could make her so wet with such a look. He smiled wickedly, as if to punctuate his words. She nodded as she arched into him, begging with her body for what she so desperately needed from him.
He thrust hard and fast, taking her breath away as he forced her body to accommodate his size, rubbing his shaft in one long stroke against her clit as he did.
Her pussy clenched against him, a ripple of pleasure that only promised a great release to come.
He rolled his hips, catching her clit at every possible angle, jacking her up until every sensation threatened to overwhelm her completely.
Only Colton could do this to her. He was the only man who could drive her to madness. Her body craved him.
As he continued to thrust, he slid his hands from her hips, over the curve of her waist to her breasts. He cupped her with both hands, squeezing her breasts together as he brushed his thumbs over her aching nipples.
It was enough to send her spiraling into her climax, wave upon wave of pleasure rolling over her, her pussy spasming, squeezing Colton so intensely that he couldn’t hang on a moment longer and bellowed his own release seconds later.
Colton collapsed next to her, his breathing ragged as he grasped her hand and brought it to his lips. “It’s good to see you, Steph. What’s it been, six months?”
Angela Addams is an author of many naughty things. She believes that the written word is an amazing tool for crafting the most erotic of scenarios and likes telling stories about normal people getting down and dirty and falling in love. Enthralled by the paranormal at an early age, Angela also spends a lot of her time thinking up new story ideas that involve supernatural creatures in everyday situations.
She is an avid tattoo collector, a total book hoarder, and loves anything covered in chocolate…except for bugs.
She lives in Ontario, Canada in an old, creaky house, with her husband, children and four moody cats.
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