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TORY RICHARDS

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Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Never before posted excerpt of The Cowboy Way!

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Now it was Chase’s truck barreling down the road toward her. Before Lacey had time to act, he swerved around her car and stopped his vehicle with a squeal, just missing her. Lacey caught her breath at his recklessness and then fumbled with the key in the ignition when she saw the expression on his face. It didn’t occur to her that all she had to do was lock her door. Her fingers were shaking so badly that, in the end, all she succeeded in doing was dropping the keys at her feet. Chase practically ripped the car door off when he opened it to get to her.

“Don’t touch me!” she whispered sharply, shrinking away from his hand.

An angry muscle twitched in Chase’s clenched jaw, and he pulled Lacey out of the car anyway. “If you don’t behave, I’ll do more than just touch you.”

A threat if she’d ever heard one.

In his haste to catch up to her, he’d obviously donned his clothes in a hurry. Only one button was buttoned on his shirt, the loose ends flapping against the stormy wind. And his jeans were unsnapped and half unzipped, revealing that he wasn’t wearing underwear. Reminding her all over again of the intimate scene she’d walked in on.

“Me behave?” she hissed, pulling against his powerful hold. “I wasn’t the one caught in bed with my pants down!”

“If you’d looked with your eyes and not with your heart, you would have seen it was a one-sided affair,” Chase rasped down at her, breathing heavy from his efforts to subdue her. “What will it take to get it through both your heads that I don’t want Stella?” He jerked Lacey to him roughly, his hands hurting her shoulders unintentionally. “It’s you I want, lady! And only you!”

His gaze was fierce on Lacey. The wind of the oncoming storm whipped over them, bringing with it a cool sprinkle of rain. The sky was one black cloud and thunder vibrated the ground beneath their feet. Lacey wanted to believe Chase, but he didn’t say the words she really wanted to hear. Wanting her wasn’t enough. She wanted him too, but she also wanted marriage and a family someday. And so far, none of that had been mentioned between them. What would happen once he tired of her?

“There’s nothing to discuss.” She managed to jerk away from him and started to turn back toward her car.

“That’s what you think.” Chase’s big body pushed Lacey against her car, pinning her there. His hands went to her neck, circling it in a subtle warning. “I have a lot to say.”

“Well, I’m not interested,” Lacey fired back, struggling slightly. She was painfully aware of the strong length of Chase’s body pressed intimately against her. “I saw everything I needed to see.”

He chuckled mercilessly down at her. “I thought I told you that I wasn’t participating in Stella’s little game.”

The light sprinkle of rain was quickly turning into a full-fledged rainstorm. Lacey shivered against Chase, blinking the rain out of her eyes, but he ignored the storm and her movements. Lacey felt herself blush hotly when the front of her shirt quickly became plastered to her, revealing her braless state. Her nipples became hard the second Chase lowered his hot gaze to her breasts.

He took a deep breath and captured Lacey’s gaze with his smoldering stare. “Let us get a few things straight between us, baby. First, I dislike Stella immensely. No, hate is a more appropriate word for what I feel for her. And what’s more, she knows how I feel.”

Lacey opened her mouth, and Chase gave her a threatening squeeze. It didn’t hurt, but the message was clear for her not to interrupt.

“I could never want Stella.” He whispered the words down at Lacey, moving so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath against her lips.

They parted, eager for his kiss, wanting it. They were both soaked now, but the rain didn’t seem to bother her anymore. An inner heat kept her warm.

Only Chase didn’t kiss Lacey. “Second, I’m sorry for the way I treated you last night. I nearly lost my mind when I saw that wall of fire crumbling down behind you and knew I’d never reach you in time. Then, when I saw Brian pinned beneath it…”

“You blamed me.”

“I blamed you for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, not for the accident. I was elated you were safe, but crazy out of my mind that Brian was injured and not knowing how badly.”

“But you said—”

“I know what I said. I won’t lie and say I wasn’t mad as hell at you at the time.” His hot gaze drifted lazily down the front of her, taking in the pointed peaks of her full breasts as they strained against the clinging knit shirt. “I’ve never wanted any woman the way I want you.”

Lacey’s heartbeat accelerated, and she suddenly grew unbearably hot. She was vaguely surprised that the rain pouring down on them wasn’t producing steam. She couldn’t believe they were still standing along the side of the road. Given their intimate position, she was thankful it was an old country road and had little to no traffic.

Instincts told her that Chase was struggling with himself. She could almost visualize him mentally counting to ten. She smiled seductively, even though his eyes were shut, and brought her hips closer into the circle of his. She felt the tight muscles in his thighs and knew her power over him when he gritted out, “Lacey, I’m not done talking to you.”

“So talk.” She knew if Chase had been looking at her she wouldn’t be nearly so brave. Before she was aware of what she was doing, she began to rotate her hips gently into him. She lost a little of her own sanity when she felt the hardness of his desire push impatiently against her.

His hands moved to Lacey’s hips, and he held her in place while slowly torturing them both. It was Lacey who lost control first and moaned with pleasure, caught in her own web of desire. Her knees turned to jelly and she rolled her head back lifelessly, offering Chase her exposed throat.

He didn’t need a verbal invitation to put his mouth on her. “You started this, sweetheart.” His lips moved against her damp flesh. Lacey shivered uncontrollably as Chase’s teeth roughly grazed her skin, bringing a mixture of pleasure and pain. He slanted his mouth over hers for a hard, quick kiss. Then, without warning, he grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him.

“Come on, you’re going back to the house with me.” He opened the door to his truck.

“I thought you wanted to talk,” Lacey reminded him, pausing at the opened door to meet his smoky eyes. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly, and his eyes narrowed on the deep cleavage exposed by the buttons undone. 

He gritted his teeth. “Get in, unless you want to do this here and now.”

Lacey didn’t have to ask Chase what he meant. She glanced around them, taking in the lonely countryside and quiet road, seriously doubting they had to worry about anyone coming by. But the look on Chase’s face worried her. He was barely in control now. His arousal was quite evident, and she felt the answering weakness invade her limbs. Without another word, Lacey ducked her head and slid across the soft leather seat.

She didn’t have to ask Chase what home he’d been referring to when he made a reckless U-turn on the narrow dirt road. With a speed that had Lacey gasping and grasping for the door handle to keep from flying to his side of the truck, they were racing down the wet, muddy road.

“Who taught you how to drive?” she questioned, throwing him a concerned look.

Chase chuckled. “No one. I taught myself when I was about fourteen.” His silver gaze moved over Lacey, smoldering with unspoken intentions. “That’s not all I learned how to do when I was fourteen.”


Lacey caught her breath, coloring. “I don’t doubt it. And I bet that was in a car too.” 

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