All Chapters of Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: Chapter 971 - Chapter 980

But he didn’t. He positively grinned and chucked his niece under the chin. “I figured that might be the case. When you track him down, tell him I’ll finish up tomorrow. Ma sent me out to ask if you needed help carryin’ anything in the house.”“That’d be great. There’s a portable crib in the back seat.”After Skylar deposited Eliza with grandma and grandpa, she leaned against her car door and studied the map Kimi had drawn.Kane sauntered over. “Got an idea where you’re goin’?”“Not a clue.”He chuckled. “Throw away that map. Ma goes a little overboard. It’s easy to find. Go five miles east on the gravel road. Turn right at the first four-way. Two miles later on your right, you’ll come to a barbed wire gate. Go through it and follow the tire tracks along the fence line until you see dust and tractors.”“Much easier.” She smiled at him. “Thanks.”Kane gestured to Sky’s Subaru wagon. “You takin’ this?”“Yeah. Why?”“’Cause with the rain there’s a couple places you might get stuck.” He po

Chassie West Glanzer squinted at the lone figure ambling up the snow-covered driveway.Visitors were few and far between at the remote West homestead, especially on foot in the frigid month of February. The mildly warm day and clear skies could change in a helluva hurry on the high plains of Wyoming and she shivered at an odd sense of foreboding.Each steady clip brought the man closer, but she couldn’t see his face. A long sheepskin coat brushed the thighs of faded Wranglers, drawing attention to the championship belt buckle centered between trim hips. Leather gloves covered fingers curled around the strap of a camouflage duffel bag. This man wasn’t one of those young, green city boys looking for “real” ranch work and a wild Western adventure. This guy was one hundred percent cowboy, from the tips of his scuffed Tony Lamas to the brim of his dusty black Resistol.Chassie probably looked like a rube, or worse that unkempt woman from American Gothic, standing in front of their old wood

“No.” Trevor quickly glanced at the living room where Chassie was chattering away.“You surprised?”“Maybe that she isn’t aware of our official association as roping partners. There was no shame in that. We were damn good together, Trev.”The word shame echoed like a slap. As good as they were together, it’d never been enough, in an official capacity or behind closed doors. “What are you really doin’ here?”Edgard didn’t answer right away. “I don’t know. Feeling restless. Had the urge to travel.”“Wyoming ain’t exactly an exotic port of call.”“You think I don’t realize that? You think I wouldn’t rather be someplace else? But something…” Edgard lowered his voice. “Ah, fuck it.”“What?”“Want the truth? Or would you rather I lie?”“The truth.”“Truth between us? That’s refreshing.” Edgard’s gaze trapped his. “I’m here because of you.”Trevor’s heart alternately stopped and soared, even when his answer was an indiscernible growl. “For Christsake, Ed. What the hell am I supposed to say t

“I’m the lucky man to test your stamina? All night?” He grinned. “I’m all over that.”“I’ll bet a guy like you has plenty of stayin’ power,” Chassie shot back with a sexy growl. “I’m lucky, showin’ up with the two hottest guys in the county. That uppity Brandy Martinson is so gonna eat her heart out.”“I’m sure she’s used to no one noticing her when you’re in the room, sweetheart,”Edgard drawled.“Ed, stop flirtin’ with my wife.” Trevor pointed at Chassie. “And you better behave, missy. I ain’t opposed to puttin’ you over my knee and paddlin’ that badonkadonk if the situation warrants it.”She stood and started stacking plates. “You threaten to spank me but you never follow through.” She paused, looking thoughtfully at Edgard. “Since I’m not Trevor’s usual type—a big boobed blonde—I wondered if Trevor’s claim is true or if he’s feedin’ me a cowboy line.”“What line would that be?”“That he’s always had a thing for asses and it’s the first body part he notices.”Right. How could he an

Her cousins already owned most of four Wyoming counties. For the first time in her life she understood her father’s resentment toward the ranching family. If the McKays got their hands on Dutton’s land it’d feel like encroachment, whereas if she and Trevor bought Dutton’s land, it would feel like progress, despite either way they ended up with the McKays as neighbors.Neither she nor Trevor owned anything worth anything. No antiques, or jewelry or heirlooms. Their pickups were running on baling twine and prayers. The farm equipment was ancient. They could sell off a couple bulls, a couple horses and it still wouldn’t put a dent in the kind of cash they needed to come up with.The financial situation weighed on Trevor, making him feel like he couldn’t provide for her. He’d considered asking his dad to loan them money, but Chassie would rather lose out on the land than have Trevor beholden in any way to his father.Which put them back at square one; dreams without the resources to reali