A Love in Lone Star Novel by Ashley Bostock
Publication Date: May 2, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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Ever since my divorce became final, I decided to start putting myself first. The problem is when I think of putting myself first, I think of my son’s biological father, Thatcher Patterson. The man that wanted nothing to do with me when he found out I was pregnant. When he left me, he took my heart with him and I’ve never gotten it back. Suddenly my son and I are forced to live with Thatcher indefinitely and it’s difficult to remember all the reasons why I don’t trust him. The way he looks at me, the way he is with our son and the way he makes me feel are all the reasons I’m running toward him instead of away from him. But if I run toward him, how long will it take for him to up and run the other way from us, much like he did before? ~~ I’ve never stopped loving Abigail Murphy or wishing I could be the perfect dad to my son. So, when a stipulation in my late grandfather’s will states that I must have an heir to claim my inheritance, it’s the push I need to get them in my life. Because I need them as much as I need that money. With my business in the red, I have no other option. As the deadline creeps closer, I never counted on the guilt I would feel at trying to get a two for one deal. When the two of them move in with me, I’m reminded of all the wonderful things this woman has to offer and all the emotions she makes me feel. She makes me feel worthy. Wanted. Loved. She makes me feel like I could be the man she needs and just maybe I could be the father my son deserves – the father I’ve been so afraid to be.
I shrieked and tore out of the kitchen with Thatcher hot on my heels water dripping from my hands. I ran toward the stairs hoping I could make it to the sanctuary of my room but I was no match for him. His wet hands slid around my waist, taking me down along the stairs and I turned into him as he stumbled on to me.
“What were you thinking about?” his wet hands began tickling my sides as I thrashed against him, trying to get away.
“I’m not telling,” I managed between laughs.
His hands were all over me, tickling the skin along my ribs and the insides of my thighs. He was large, overpowering me with his body as he tortured me with his fingers. I squirmed and struggled, still trying to get away when suddenly his thick thigh intruded between my legs, pushing up against my sex and his hot mouth was over my nipple biting into the red cloth. I arched into him, my almost-dry hand tugging his head into my bosom so I could revel in the feel of him a moment longer.
I rubbed shamelessly against his thigh set between my legs while his reverent mouth sucked and bit into my breast. The position was perfect enough that I could have an orgasm any moment. I had no shame. Only desire. Aching desire for this man, a man I hadn’t had in such a long damn time. His teeth bit into my nipple, tonguing me through my top and before I knew it…
“You’re making me come,” I whimpered.
He didn’t speak, just pressed his thigh into me a little harder allowing me the chance to ride my orgasm through. He pulled away, a savage, hungry look in his eyes as he glanced about my body. His lips glistened as his tongue darted out and swiped at his bottom lip. His breathing was heavy as was mine, remnants of my unexpected orgasm. Oh, my God. My first real orgasm given to me by a man and not myself – not my toy – in five long and lonely years and neither of us were even naked. My cheeks heated at what I’d just done. At how desperate I must look to him sprawled out on the stairs like this.
His hand came down to the bulge in his pants and he blatantly adjusted himself as I watched, turning my desperation even further into need.
“You look like a fucking Goddess right now. Don’t be embarrassed,” he whispered before standing and pulling me to my feet with him. “Your wild eyes are fucking killing me. My cock…”
I looked down at the large bulge in his jeans and saw the wet spot on my shirt and it was hard not to be embarrassed by what I’d just done. What I’d let him do. About how desperate I was. How insane I probably seemed to him.
“I wasn’t imagining that we would do this tonight.”
“We’re not,” he replied.
We’re not? Hurt weaved through my heart at his confirmation, even though it’d been my thought to begin with. Did he not want to do…some of what we’d just done?
About Ashley Bostock
Ashley Bostock was born and raised in Colorado where she currently resides with her husband, two children and her animals. She loves reading, writing, and music and is always trying to find more time in the day to incorporate all three. Seeking an outlet and pursuing her life-long passion for writing, she began composing her first novel in 2013. She has traveled all over the world, but still has an extensive list of places she would love to visit. Anywhere near a sky-blue ocean will always be at the top of that list. She carries a Bachelor’s Degree in History with a concentration in Elementary Education from Metropolitan State College of Denver. While she loves children, she now fears teaching, which probably has something to do with being a stay-at-home mom. She is mostly active on Instagram, but feel free to follow her at any or all of her social media pages!