(Studs in Spurs, Book 2)
This cowboy is looking for more than just an eight-second ride.
Mustang Jackson does two things well—ride bulls and love women. So the injury that takes him out of the arena leaves him only one way to make a living. Unfortunately, getting paid to be a stud in front of the camera isn’t as fun as private conquests. When he catches sight of little Sage Beckett, minus the glasses, braces and pigtails he remembers, doing time in his hometown suddenly gets a lot more interesting.
Sage had a crush on Michael long before he started using that ridiculous nickname “Mustang”. Though from what she’s overheard about his string of buckle bunnies, the man more than lives up to it. In the past he always looked right through her. Now that he’s home again, she’s determined to capture and tame this wild stallion, no matter what it takes. She intends to satisfy her curiosity and move on, but with every touch she’s less sure she’ll ever purge him from her system.
Once corralled in her arms, Mustang finds himself thinking that domestication may not be so bad after all. Except, once she finds out about his side job, she may not stick for the next go-round.
Warning: Contains one well-hung cowboy riding much more than just bulls, some ménage action in
front of and behind the camera, some whips and chains and some red-hot cowboy loving.
Enjoy the following PG 17 excerpt for Bucked
Rosemary used to sneak boys into her room after their grandmother had gone to sleep all the time. Sage tried to remember that as she felt guilty about plotting on how best to seduce Mustang under her grandmother’s roof.
She remembered the purpose of his visit and turned on her own TV, grabbing the remote control off the top and carrying it back to the bed. She perched on the other side of the bed, but since it was a twin-size they were still pretty close. For the first time in recent years she was happy the mattress was so narrow. Finding the right channel, she turned the volume up just enough that they could hear it and set the remote on the bed table. “It looks like it just started.”
He was in a strange mood. “You look tired.”
“A little.” Mustang shrugged. “Long day.”
Sage jumped on the chance. “Yeah? What did you do?”
Hmm. A one-word answer. It must have been a really bad day. Sage groaned in commiseration. “You have a bad drive with your dad?”
“No. Different work.” His short answers told her he didn’t want to talk about it.
“Oh. Okay.” Sage folded her hands in her lap and pretended to care about what was happening on screen.
She heard Mustang sigh and then his arm was around her shoulder. Luckily, he’d sat on the side that put the good arm, the one not in the sling, next to her.
Sage glanced sideways at Mustang and he answered her unspoken question. “I think I could use a hug.”
Mustang Jackson, the mighty bull rider, asking for a hug. Even in the old days when his father had taken a switch to him for something he’d done, or possibly hadn’t done, he’d never asked anyone for a hug. Not Rosemary or Grams or her. Something was definitely up. Her gaze met his. “Lucky for you, I’m good at giving hugs.”
Still looking sad, he managed a crooked, half-smile. “I know.”
As she leaned into his arm, he tipped his head down, brushing her forehead with his lips. Tilting her head up, she touched her lips to his chin, then kissed her way to the corner of his mouth. Mustang hesitated but it didn’t take any more coaxing before his lips met hers full-on.
In mid-kiss, he pulled away. “Your grandmother.”
“She’s settled in front of her programs. We won’t see her for the rest of the night.”
He drew in a deep breath and then he was kissing her again. This time deeper and with more energy. He didn’t seem tired anymore. Mustang only stopped kissing her long enough to slip the sling off his neck.
His hand came up to cup her breast. He ran a thumb over her nipple through the fabric of her dress. She felt it harden under his touch.
She groaned then broke away. “Is your arm okay?”
“Arm? What arm?” He lowered his head to trail kisses along her neck.
He pushed the top of her dress down with her bra and took her nipple between his lips, torturing her with his teeth and tongue.
Eyes closed, Sage leaned back against the pillows, memorizing every sensation that shot through her. His mouth sent electrical current straight through every part of her body. She wanted more. Sage guided her hand on a path up Mustang’s thigh toward the long, hard bulge straining the zipper.
She’d tasted him, felt what it was like to have the length of him in her mouth. She wanted it elsewhere. She stroked him through his jeans and he moaned, letting her breast pop out of his mouth.
“We’re not going any further than this.” The warning sounded stern and definite, until she stroked him again, harder. He closed his eyes and drew in a shaky breath. “You are going to be the death of me, woman.”
“Mmm, but it will be a fun way to go.” Smiling, Sage took advantage of his weakening defenses. She felt for the tab of his zipper until his hand clamped down over hers.
“You are a determined little thing, aren’t you?” He chuckled.
It was nice to hear him laugh, even if he wasn’t letting her have her way. Maybe the subtle approach didn’t work on Mustang. Steeling her nerves, Sage gathered her courage. “I want you.”
“I want you too, Sage, but we can’t always have what we want.”
She tried to move her hand to touch him again, but he held her firmly. “Why won’t you make love to me?”
He laughed. “Besides the fact your grandmother is in the next room?”
Sage felt the pout form on her lips. “But even at the lake you wouldn’t.”
Mustang drew in a deep breath. “I told you. I’m no good for you.”
“I don’t care.”
He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. “I know you don’t and I’m a bad enough man to take advantage of that.”
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