| Author: | Anjette Avery | ISBN: | 9781476064390 |
| Publisher: | Anjette Avery | Publication: | May 8, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Anjette Avery |
| ISBN: | 9781476064390 |
| Publisher: | Anjette Avery |
| Publication: | May 8, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Jack Hart, astronaut and hometown hero, gets more than he bargained for when he meets up with an old friend. Melody is hot, willing, wild, and she still hasn't gotten over her high school crush! Now she's determined to give him the "welcome home" he deserves - even if it means doing it in the store room of the bar!
This sexy short contains hot and heavy m/f sex between a cowgirl and her man.
Part of the "Saloon Sluts" series: Whiskey Mountain Saloon is the hottest country and western bar in town. More than sexy girls in short skirts riding big mechanical bulls, Whiskey Mountain is known to house a wild time or two... behind closed doors, in booths and bathrooms, or just out on the bar!
EXCERPT:
“You know...” She leaned in close to him, moving so her breath was hot against his neck and ear. “I dropped that towel on purpose. I wanted to know what you would do. I had such a crush on you. Still do.” Jack could feel her hand creep up his thigh, hovering just over his rapidly hardening cock, feeling as the bulge in his pants grew. “If you want, I could show you again. You know, for old time's sake.”
Even though Jack had been where most men have never gone before, a real pioneer of outer space, he had never been privy to such an offer before. His could feel the ache in his dick, see the small nubs of her nipples strain against her t-shirt, but he hesitated. He liked to think himself a gentleman, and while Melody seemed more than willing, he was not sure it would be the right move to sleep with her. “At least let me buy you a drink...”
“Nope.” She looked straight into his eyes. “And you aren't drinking either. I want you to know that I want you—have since I was fifteen—and that I am stone-cold sober and know exactly what I am doing. And I want you to be just as sober both so I know I'm not forcing myself on you, and because I want you to be able to remember ever last detail.”
“Were you always this pushy?” Jack's laugh betrayed his nervousness.
“No sir. If I was, I would have dated you in high school.” She smirked and leaned forward, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “If I was, I would'a up and done that one day when you were over my house and my bother had wandered off and left you alone.”
He could feel his lips tingle where she had kissed him, and the tinge in his balls and cock told him what their vote was.
“Could be go someplace quieter?” he said after a time.
Melody was up in a flash, and took his rough hand in her small one, tugging him through the bar, Cheshire grin spread across her face as she brought him through a series a doors, before ending up in the storeroom.
“I don't think we should be here,” Jack said.
“I never though an astronaut would be such a damn chicken.” Hands on hips, furrowed eyebrows, and a distinctive pout crossed her face. It was both a demonstration of her thoughts, and a display. This is what you're missing out on, she seemed to say. Jack found her confidence astoundingly sexy.
“Can we at least, you know, lock the door?”
“Are we going to be doing something that will require locking the door?”
Jack Hart, astronaut and hometown hero, gets more than he bargained for when he meets up with an old friend. Melody is hot, willing, wild, and she still hasn't gotten over her high school crush! Now she's determined to give him the "welcome home" he deserves - even if it means doing it in the store room of the bar!
This sexy short contains hot and heavy m/f sex between a cowgirl and her man.
Part of the "Saloon Sluts" series: Whiskey Mountain Saloon is the hottest country and western bar in town. More than sexy girls in short skirts riding big mechanical bulls, Whiskey Mountain is known to house a wild time or two... behind closed doors, in booths and bathrooms, or just out on the bar!
EXCERPT:
“You know...” She leaned in close to him, moving so her breath was hot against his neck and ear. “I dropped that towel on purpose. I wanted to know what you would do. I had such a crush on you. Still do.” Jack could feel her hand creep up his thigh, hovering just over his rapidly hardening cock, feeling as the bulge in his pants grew. “If you want, I could show you again. You know, for old time's sake.”
Even though Jack had been where most men have never gone before, a real pioneer of outer space, he had never been privy to such an offer before. His could feel the ache in his dick, see the small nubs of her nipples strain against her t-shirt, but he hesitated. He liked to think himself a gentleman, and while Melody seemed more than willing, he was not sure it would be the right move to sleep with her. “At least let me buy you a drink...”
“Nope.” She looked straight into his eyes. “And you aren't drinking either. I want you to know that I want you—have since I was fifteen—and that I am stone-cold sober and know exactly what I am doing. And I want you to be just as sober both so I know I'm not forcing myself on you, and because I want you to be able to remember ever last detail.”
“Were you always this pushy?” Jack's laugh betrayed his nervousness.
“No sir. If I was, I would have dated you in high school.” She smirked and leaned forward, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “If I was, I would'a up and done that one day when you were over my house and my bother had wandered off and left you alone.”
He could feel his lips tingle where she had kissed him, and the tinge in his balls and cock told him what their vote was.
“Could be go someplace quieter?” he said after a time.
Melody was up in a flash, and took his rough hand in her small one, tugging him through the bar, Cheshire grin spread across her face as she brought him through a series a doors, before ending up in the storeroom.
“I don't think we should be here,” Jack said.
“I never though an astronaut would be such a damn chicken.” Hands on hips, furrowed eyebrows, and a distinctive pout crossed her face. It was both a demonstration of her thoughts, and a display. This is what you're missing out on, she seemed to say. Jack found her confidence astoundingly sexy.
“Can we at least, you know, lock the door?”
“Are we going to be doing something that will require locking the door?”
