Lipstick and Leather: Three Sexy Cowboys, Three Sexy Tales by Cheyenne McCray

picnic they’d had earlier today.
    No good.
    She turned onto her other side and shut her eyes again but they popped open.
    Nope, not working.
    Was he thinking about her as he lay in his bed? Was he having as much of a hard time sleeping as she was?
    Love at first sight… He loved her.
    Crazy. It was insane.
    But it happened all of the time. Why not to her and Joe? He didn’t seem the type to say anything he didn’t mean, especially something as important as the L word.
    Her body ached for him from her nipples to that damp place between her thighs.

    She was the one who had suggested the slowdown. How stupid. Now she couldn’t sleep thinking about him.
    Before she even realized what she was doing, she was swinging her legs over the bed and standing on the tile. She headed out of her bedroom, her short nightgown brushing her thighs as she walked, the tile smooth and cool beneath her bare feet.
    She turned right and started down the hallway that led to the back of the house. What am I doing? she asked herself.
    Just as she reached the door that opened up into the backyard, the door swung open.
    Joe stood in the doorway. His black hair was messy and he had a day’s stubble on his jaws.
    “I couldn’t sleep,” she said.
    “Same here.” He hitched his shoulder against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his powerful chest. “So tell me, what are you doing here this time of night?”
    “Going for a walk?” She tried for innocent but by his amused expression, she knew he wasn’t going for it.
    He pushed away from the doorframe and in the next moment she was in his arms. “Truth is, you’re in the hallway for the same reason I am.”
    “You’re hungry and going to the kitchen for a snack?” she said with an innocent expression.
    “The only snack I’m going for is you.” He brought her closer and she felt a low thrill in her belly.
    Her words came out soft and throaty. “How hungry are you?”
    “Starving.” He cupped the back of her head with his palm and pulled her up against him.
    She felt his cock, hard against her belly as she tilted her head back and looked into his blue eyes. “I’m kinda hungry, too.” She paused then added, “For more than just a night.”
    “Good thing. I didn’t like the slowdown plan, boss.” He brushed his lips over hers. “Now that I have you, I don’t plan on letting you go.”
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Back in the Saddle
    Copyright 2011 Cheyenne McCray
     

Chapter 1
    The valley had never looked so beautiful. Her return had never felt so bittersweet.
    Susan Fairfield stood on her aunt’s porch and stared at the mountains that rose up out of the desert like a barrier to another world. The monsoon rains had been good to this part of the valley. Mesquite trees and range grass were green and the summer breeze a little humid from the heat and the rain.
    At the foot of the mountains was Turkey Springs, a place that could have been part of another world. What had happened there nine years ago seemed more like a dream than reality. As if the love she’d had for him never existed.
    Gray Reardon. A part of her had hoped he would still be here. That maybe he would forgive her and they could begin where they left off. But that was just a fantasy that would never become reality. Gray was married. End of potential fairytale return.
    Not that he would likely forgive her, but there had always been hope.
    She stared in the direction of his place that bordered the ranch that had been in her family since before statehood, when Arizona was only a territory.
    The screen door squeaked as Sally opened it and then it slammed shut behind her as she stepped onto the porch. Susan smiled at her aunt.
    “I’ve missed this place.” Susan breathed in the scents of summer and earth that was damp from last night’s rains. “I always wished that Dad would move us back here.” Sally rubbed Susan’s bare shoulder. “It’s time for me to retire. You could always take the reins rather than me selling it