Elaine leaned forward, bracing her arms on the desk, all humor gone from her face. "You listen to me, Killian Walker. Your daddy loved you boys, and he loved your mamas. Yes, it was an unusual situation, but he did right by all of you. The will was structured to give you a way to bond together. That was very important to him."Killian just shook his head. "This is a no-win conversation, Elaine, and I like you too much to get in a fight with you about it.""Then what about Lexie?"He drew his brows together. "What about her?""Couldn't she be enough to convince you to hang around here?"He snapped the rubber band. "You think I'd make good husband material, Elaine? How long before I'd be off cheating on her, and maybe with more than one woman?"She pinned him with her dark-brown eyes. "First of all, I'll say again Dusty's situation was unique. Second of all, if you were able to love a woman half as good as he did, try to be a father as hard as he did, I'd say any woman-especially L
Parking the SUV behind Lexie's building, he took the stairs two at a time. When he reached the landing, he stopped for a moment to settle himself before he knocked on the door. When it opened, for a moment, he was struck so dumb he couldn't breathe. He was sure his heart had stopped beating. Every intention he'd lectured himself on for tonight melted like butter on a hot biscuit. Lexie was barefoot, her graceful toes decorated with purple nail polish. Instead of a dress or jeans, she wore a pair of short jeans shorts and a halter top offering a great view of her cleavage. Her familiar jasmine scent made his hormones sit up and beg, and his cock was already yelling for attention.Her eyes widened when she saw the bouquet. "For me? Wow! You sure do know how to sweep a girl off her feet." She held out her hand for them.Killian blinked and remembered to give them to her."Would you like to come in? I don't think I can serve dinner out here on the landing." Mischief sparkled in her eyes
Lowering his head, Killian scattered kisses along her collarbone and down between her breasts. He laved the upper swell of her breasts then followed the damp trail with more kisses. Unable to stop himself, he lifted his hands to cup her breasts, brushing his thumbs over the now-beaded nipples. He swallowed a sound of satisfaction when she gave one of those breathy little moans he loved so much."We're not doing this standing in the kitchen," he told her, his mouth against her jaw. "I want you where I can spread you out before my eyes and feast on every naked inch of you.""Promises, promises," she goaded, standing on her tiptoes to nip at his chin."And I follow through," he told her.Lifting her in his arms, he carried her into the bedroom, plastering his mouth to hers as he set her gently on her feet beside the bed. But she pushed away from him, climbed up onto the bed, and sat with her legs curled beside her."Uh-uh. Tonight, you get naked first, and I get to watch."She was m
Lexie's heart pounded so loud, she was sure Killian could hear it. She wasn't a novice sexually, nor was she timid, but this was the boldest thing she'd ever done. Killian Walker called to a darker side of her sexuality she'd never even known she had. She might never want this with any other man, but she wanted it with him.Careful to keep her balance, she walked across the mattress to where he stood at the side of the bed. Kneeling, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over his lips. When he groaned, she did it again then pushed her tongue inside to give him a full, openmouthed kiss. He tasted delicious. She thought she could drink from him forever. Shoving her fingers into his, thick midnight silk hair to anchor herself, she took the kiss as deep as she could, licking every inner surface.Killian spread his fingers on her hips, steadying her, holding her in place. When he pulled her closer, the rigid thickness of his magnificent cock impressed itself on her. It was hot and hard, a
Killian arranged Lexie on the pillows at the headboard, placing her body just so. Then he grabbed the length of rope lying on the bed and dragged it across her breasts."You know one of the things I thought of when I saw you?"She shook her head wordlessly."I got a picture in my mind of that luscious body naked with one of my ropes wound around you in a special design." He wound the rope around one breast then pulled it away. "Do you know anything about shibari?"Again, she shook her head."It's the practice of creating intricate designs on a body with knots at special pressure points to bring about the most exquisite pleasure." He brushed his mouth over hers. "You'd be surprised at the things you learn about in Montana."She finally found her voice. "I don't think anything about you would surprise me, cowboy.""And there you have it. You know how good cowboys are with ropes." He tugged her arms over her head and braceleted both wrists with the fingers of one hand. His eyes gli
Killian rose over her, locked his gaze with hers, and took her on the ride of her life. In and out, harder and harder, the restraints of the rope enhancing the eroticism and driving her right up that steep cliff again. In moments, she forgot everything except being in Killian's control and his cock pounding into her. Everything faded away, the only thing that mattered, the climax hanging just out of reach while her body cried out for it.Then Killian thrust once more, twice more, and took them both over the edge, his body stiffening as he pulsed inside her and her walls spasmed around him. They shuddered together as if they were one person, and, in that instant, she had the sensation they were. She clung to him as the tremors eased to aftershocks and the aftershocks finally subsided.This time, when she came down, she was totally spent, limp, unable to move an eyelid. She could barely breathe, and her heart thudded so hard it echoed in her ears. What had happened here? In giving him
"It's not stupid at all. It's the truth." Killian uncapped the beer and took a long drink straight from the bottle. "What if I took a chance, and I was right? Someone like you can't imagine what it would be like to make a mistake in a personal relationship."Enough."Is that so? Someone like me? Well, I made a monumental mistake, and I've regretted it ever since.""Like what?" he challenged."I went to art school in Savannah. Yes, art school," she repeated, when she saw his expression of skepticism. "Even people in Red Creek can love the arts.""I didn't mean-""Oh, yes, you did. I saw it on your face. See? See what happens when you make assumptions?" She swallowed some of her wine. "So I met someone in art school, a very talented painter. His name was Rick.""Let me guess." His mouth twisted in a grimace. "The two of you fell in love.""At least one of us did," she snapped. "But he had an ulterior motive. I was in line for a prestigious award and the possibility of my own show
Killian didn't remember the last time he'd been so miserable. When he'd left Lexie's, he'd felt worse than garbage, so upset with himself he didn't think he'd feel better any time soon. He drove around for a long time, not thinking, just trying to get his head on straight. Lexie's excellent dinner sat like lead in his stomach, much as the whole situation lodged like a rifle bullet in his brain.How had he let this happen? All he'd wanted was to get into Red Creek, do his week of servitude, and get the hell out. There was nothing here for him, he'd told himself. And certainly it was no place for him to pursue his dream.But then he'd walked into Heart Starter, and his brain took a vacation. Lexie Choate slammed into him with the force of a tornado. He felt like Dorothy must have in the classic movie, The Wizard of Oz. Unfortunately, he didn't have red boots, and when he clicked his heels, all that happened was the sound of the heels hitting each other. He'd done his best to keep in mi
Rogue cleared his throat."I have something to say." The room grew so quiet you could've heard a pin drop. "This past year has brought a lot of changes for all of us. We've stepped out on faith to form an alliance none us ever expected. We've faced challenges." He held out his hand to Kit. "We've had to come to terms with our father, Dusty Walker, and his legacy." Rogue chuckled. "I'm glad I can laugh about it now. A man I scarcely know did his best to destroy me. But what I've gained is so much greater than what I lost." Smiling at Kit, he continued. "I have a beautiful wife, a baby on the way, and..." He raised his glass to his brothers and their ladies. "I have the best family a man could ask for.""Here, here!" Jackson cheered as the rest joined in with raised glasses and happy comments. "I think this calls for refills."Marliss, who was standing near, came forward with a tray full of drinks when, with a bang, the front door opened, and a tall, thin woman walked in. Her long, gray,
At approximately five in the evening on December twenty-fourth, the entire family arrived at Dusty's house on Osprey Lake. Marliss opened the door for the group as they crowded together on the porch, giving hugs to the women, and manly pats on the back to the brothers. Hunter jumped up and down with excitement."Oh, good." Marliss grinned at them. "You're all here together. Well, come on in and let's get to celebrating."Marliss and Lou had gone all-out in decorating the place. Flickering electric candles glowed in every window, pine greenery graced the mantel of the big flat stone fireplace, and garland wrapped in white lights ran along the railing of the walkway on the second floor.The tree was a massive white pine culled from a local grower, since no pine trees called Kansas their native home. Multicolored lights shimmered among the green needles, but no ornaments hung from the boughs.Theresa Walker had boxes of white bulbs that she'd always decorated the tree with, but after the
Killian took his wife's small hand in his, giving it an intimate squeeze as they walked to where the microphone had been set up. Anatole Rudman, one of the partners in the Rudman-Speight Gallery and a major sponsor of the competition, was already there, smiling at everyone."I want to thank everyone for coming," he began. "This is an important night for everyone. You all know why we are here, so I won't keep you in suspense any longer. We have some outstanding entries this year and the choices were very tough. Let's begin with third place."Lexie squeezed his hand harder than he thought she could for someone so small.He leaned down to her. "I don't care if you don't win one of their stupid prizes. I think you're the best artist in the world, and I'll take out an ad telling everyone.""Okay." She tried to smile, but it wasn't working well.They announced third place and then second, and, with each announcement, Lexie's grip grew tighter."And now," Anatole Rudman said, "we come to our
Killian spent most of the day cursing himself and calling himself all kinds of a fool. How the hell had he made such a mess? Of course Lexie didn't want anything to do with the asshole. He'd just been feeling so inadequate since they arrived in Savannah. He knew this whole thing was way out of his league and worried Lexie would wake up any minute and realize it.Now, he was the asshole, ruining what was probably going to be the biggest day of her life. At least her professional life. He had been blown away by her talent from the first moment he saw her paintings and, as subtly as possible, encouraged her to spread her wings again. The fact she'd applied to enter this prestigious art show was a big step for her, and now, he'd turned it all to shit. He'd play hell trying to make it all up to her.He wondered how he'd be able to do that. She'd spoken to him today only when absolutely necessary and then in the coldest of tones. He would have thought it pent-up anger except, in unguarded mo
Killian put a possessive arm around her shoulders. "Anything you have to discuss with my wife, you can discuss with me, too."Rick glared at Killian, a hint of disdain on his face. "Lexie and I have things to discuss that can't possibly be of interest to you. I'm sure you can excuse us for a few moments."Lexie finally found her voice. "I can't think of a thing we have to say to each other, Rick. Now, if you'll excuse us, we were heading for the bar."At first he stood in place, blocking them. Then he shrugged. "We'll see."She let out a long breath of relief when he moved away."You should let me take him out in back to the woodshed." Killian's deep voice was low, just loud enough for her to hear.She laughed, a nervous sound. "I don't think the hotel has a woodshed. Anyway, he isn't worth your time and trouble.""As long as he doesn't bother you, no problem."Lexie hoped Rick had gotten the message to stay away because she knew full well Killian was in no mood to tolerate him.The ne
Lexie peered in through the open doors to one of the hotel's smaller ballrooms, taking in the activity inside. A large crowd-she knew more than two hundred people had been invited-were milling about, the chatter of conversation a loud hum that flowed out to the wide hallway. Most of them would be at the reception tomorrow night, also, the one where the prizes would be awarded and the artist selected for a gallery show. Tonight was to give people a chance to chat ahead of time with the artists and generate buzz in advance. She thought she was prepared for this, but she had a sudden attack of stage fright, the butterflies in her stomach dancing the fast jive. Now that she'd left the solitude of the ranch and the protection of her hotel room, could she really do this?Would Rick be here? What would happen if they met again? After he'd used his family's money and influence to make sure he won that last competition instead of her, she'd sworn never to put herself in this situation again. Ye
"Never done this before?" Killian sure hoped not."Are you kidding?" Lexie stared at him. "Who with? Besides, you're the only man who has ever thought up special things for me.""Well, hang on for the ride, honey. It's gonna be a good one." Maneuvering so he could reach his hands down between her legs, he spread the lips of her sex to get maximum exposure for the jet stream. "Now, start sipping the champagne. That way you've got bubbles inside and out."Her thighs tensed against his legs as the bubbles hit her, teasing at her sensitive flesh. Those sweet little noises she made whenever they made love drifted on the steamy air. He didn't know how much he could take of her moving her nicely rounded little ass back and forth against his cock and balls, but he was determined to hold off until he made her come this way."Oh! Oh! Oh!"She tried hard to squeeze her legs together, but Killian was focused and relentless. He felt the tension rise in her body, the tightening of all her muscles, h
Killian left Lexie's skirt in place, covering her thighs to the knees, but slipped his hands back up and lightly stroked her full labia. She trembled beneath his touch, trying to squeeze her thighs against his hands and draw them in tighter, urge him to touch her everywhere. But Killian was on a mission, and he wouldn't be deterred. He stroked her lips with his thumbs, brushed his knuckles against her thighs, and squeezed her soft mound with his fingers. When she was squirming beneath him, he rose, helped her to a sitting position, and unzipped the back of her dress, lowering it to her waist."I don't know why you even wear this." He stroked his thumbs over the satin of her flimsy bra. "I'd like you much better without it.""But I don't think you'd like the people of Savannah getting an unrestrained view of my goodies bouncing when I walked, would you?""Hell, no. I'm the only one who gets to enjoy them, and don't you forget it." To emphasize his possession, he lowered his head and cap
Lunch had been wonderful, and they'd even had wine with it. Then they'd decided to do a little strolling and walked through historic Savannah, an incredible section of downtown. The four-block city market had a variety of shops and outdoor café tables and chairs for weary walkers to rest their feet and their wallets. Late in the afternoon, they'd stopped for ice cream cones and eaten them silently as they people-watched.By the time they returned to the inn, he noticed Lexie had relaxed fractionally, but he knew she needed something more to take the edge off before the reception tonight. He ached for her as she battled her unpleasant memories. He wanted to do something, anything, to remind her how cherished she was and that the damn award didn't mean as much to him as she did.But he also knew how the past ate away at her. He just hoped if he saw that bastard Rick he could restrain himself from punching out his lights.As soon as they were back in their room, he pulled her into his arm