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Monday, May 22, 2017

Is she too old for a rodeo cowboy

I had so many readers w rite to me when Rodeo Heat disappeared from the virtual shelves. Everyone who hadn't;t read the story abut Grace and Ben wanted to read it. Well, now you all can. It's back and better than ever.

She never knew what heat was until she met her cowboy—then fire consumed them.

It could have been the animalistic heat of the rodeo, or the pin with special powers that the old woman had all but forced her to buy. But whatever it was, within seconds of meeting rodeo rider Ben Lovell, Grace Delany safe world crumbled in a voluptuous explosion of lust. Every night was something new and Grace gave in to it all, relishing her body’s. As Ben Lowell led her from one earth-shattering climax to another, as her body softened and opened to him, her juices lubricating the way, all she could do was hang on for dear life and follow his lead. But when it was over, could she really walk away from the man who had taken her on an outrageous journey of sexual self-discovery where there were no limits or boundaries?


The big room seemed even noisier than usual, a raucous babble of voices and laughter and shouts as people recognized and greeted each other. This was opening night, so there were more people in here than usual. The long picnic tables were jammed with riders and workers catching a quick snack before getting back to business, and family and friends spending a few minutes with them. No one was dressed yet for the evening’s events. The rodeo would open at seven, just a couple of hours from now and there was a lot to do before then. For everyone.
Ben Lowell leaned against a wall cradling the Styrofoam coffee cup and let his gaze travel over the gathering of people. Many of them he knew—fellow competitors, rodeo workers, ranch hands bringing the stock specially raised for rodeo competition or delivering horses newly trained for their events. Ben had ridden those ‘special’ bulls for years and had the scars to prove it. His cutting horse, a big Appaloosa named Hotshot, had come from one of the largest ranches in Texas whose trailers were parked all over the lots here at the rodeo grounds.
And of course there were the usual buckle bunnies, the rodeo groupies who chased after every competitor. They were easily recognized in their glitzy Western wear, heavy makeup and blatant sexual smiles. Ben had been doing this for what seemed like forever, racking up an impressive list of wins. Lately, however, he’d been feeling much older than his thirty-two years. He’d shared more time with the ever present “buckle bunnies” than he wanted to admit, so much couldn’t even remember names any more. At some point they’d lost their appeal for him, and didn’t that just shock the shit out of him. He was ready for a change in his life, but he had no idea what that would be.
He was sipping his coffee, not really focusing on anyone or anything, when she came into the room and he almost dropped his cup. The first thing he wondered was what she was doing here. She certainly didn’t look like a rodeo hound, although the same couldn’t be said of the woman with her. No, this one had a freshness about her, almost an invisible glow. Her clothes were obviously new, probably purchased for her outing. Even the hat sitting atop her chin-length warm brown hair had probably come from one of the vendors here.
He knew the woman she was with. Everyone knew Melanie Keyes—most of them more intimately than Ben. Oh, she’d put it out there in Fort Worth one night, letting him know she was available, but she hadn’t even made his cock tingle. Since then, whenever they’d run into each other, she’d given him a look that would make ice feel warm
Now, Melanie was waving at everyone as she made her way through the room, tugging the newbie behind her. When they were close enough for him to get a better look, Ben realized the woman was not as young as he’d first thought. Her face was a curious mixture of innocence and maturity, as if she’d seen a lot of life but hadn’t really lived it. Not a hard look, though, he told himself. Not at all.
The new clothes were little disguise for a lush figure with ripe curves. Curves a man could hold onto.
This is a woman I could sink into and stay forever.
Now where the hell had that come from? He wasn’t scoping out the scene for another casual fuck. Far from it. He’d made up his mind to hang up his bedroom spurs for a while, figuring there was something wrong with him when none of the women fawning over him turned him on.
But this woman. Jesus! He was swamped by a desire to strip her naked, suck her breasts, taste every inch of her skin before licking her essence from what he was sure was a delicious pussy. Then he’d plunge himself into her heat and fuck her until neither of them knew their names. Or cared. What would she think if a stranger came up to her and said, “Pardon me, ma’am but I’d dearly love to fuck your brains out”?


Janice Seagraves said...

Your book excerpt was a hot read.

jean hart stewart said...

Love this...A great excerpt and thanks.

Melissa Keir said...

Wonderful for you to get it back out there! All the best!

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