Page 4 of Awaken My Heart

“True,” I say.

“You keep saying that you’re determined to make a place for yourself here? Well, in small towns when someone offers to help, you take them up on it. So you definitely need to meet with him in person. And then let me know how it goes.”

I reach over and squeeze her hand. “Thank you, Luna. You are a great friend.”

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three

Bram

I stayed at Ace’s until she left.

Even Grant deserted me, claiming some lame excuse about an early morning. I should have left after seeing her sit with her friend—a woman I even know since she’s my son Dane’s fiancé’s sister.

Still, I couldn’t leave.

Not until I saw her get safely into her car. I’d even tracked her drinks, making sure no one put anything into them (unlikely here in Saddle Creek, but you never know) but also ensuring she didn’t have too much to drink before she got behind a wheel.

One damn look at her and now I’m a damned stalker. I don’t know what’s happening. More than likely it’s because I don’t really have to worry about Daphne anymore. Fletch takes the best care of her. He’s every father’s dream for their little girl.

So maybe I just need to focus my protective papa bear energy on someone, and this girl is new to town. That’s all it is. I remind myself of that fact again and again on the drive home, where I force myself to drive out to my ranch and not follow her.

I remind myself once I get home and all the way until I’m in the shower, the hot spray of water beating down on my body.

Here, though, my reminder falters because there’s nothing papa bear-like about the heavy weight of my balls or the raging erection straining between my legs.

I can’t even begin to process my reaction to her. The insatiable need coursing through my veins. I shove all the thoughts out of my mind as I brace one hand on the slicked tile wall and grip my dick at the root. My fist tightens around my hard length, and I close my eyes.

Emma’s plump curves fill my mind as I begin to shuttle my hand. Fantasy Emma pulls at the ties of her wrap-dress, and it flutters to the floor. She’s a walking wet dream in bright pink lingerie. Her full tits press upwards over the lacy pink bra and her matching pink panties barely cover the strip of her pussy.

My cock jerks in my hand. Fuck this feels good.

She feels good.

She turns away from me and bends herself over the bar stool because apparently my fantasy isn’t creative enough to get us out of the damned bar. A little ass wiggle and she glances over her shoulder.

“It’s bad manners to make a lady wait,” she says with a sexy little pout.

I barely pull her panties down to her knees before I’m pressing myself into her.

Hot. Wet. Tight.

Perfection.

I grip her hips and pound into her. No preamble. No manners. No patience. Just raw need.

She’s so damn slick around me and her pussy walls squeeze against my cockhead.

I kick one of her legs further out to shift my angle so I can thrust right into her G-spot with every movement.

It doesn’t take my fantasy Emma too long before she’s coming all over my dick. I growl my own release as I paint the shower walls with ropes of my cum. It’s one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

I choose to not analyze that either. I rinse off, then dry myself before pulling on my pajama pants because I’m a grandfather, for fuck’s sake. I don’t have fantasies about women and jack off in the shower like I’m a goddamn teenager.

Except… apparently, I do.

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