Diamonds and Dust (Lonesome Point, Texas) (23 page)

“This naughty angel I’m married to.” Pike shoved his jeans and boxers down around his hips, baring his thick, swollen length before he reached for her. “And how I can’t wait to make love to her all night long as soon as our parents are out of the house.”

“That sounds per—” Tulsi’s words became a soft cry as Pike pulled her to the edge of the washing machine and drove inside her with one long, possessive stroke.

They came together with the same urgency they had that first time in Lonesome Point, Pike riding her hard and Tulsi welcoming every rough thrust with moans she tried her best to keep quiet, even though the walls were thick and the laundry far from the main rooms of the house. But by the time he brought her over, his teeth dragging lightly across her neck as his fingers dug into her hips, Tulsi wasn’t thinking about being quiet. She was pure feeling, so full of joy and love and passion she threw back her head and called Pike’s name as she came.

Her entire body caught fire and burned, but Pike was right there with her, making her feel treasured and beautiful and loved for exactly who she was, angel wings, hidden devil horns, and everything in between.

Pike

She felt so fucking good. Pike wanted to slow down and make it last, draw out this stolen moment for as long as possible before he had to share his wife again with all the other people who loved her. But she was so beautiful, so sexy, and when her fingernails dug into his shoulders and she came calling his name, there was nothing he could do but tumble after her.

“God, Tulsi,” he groaned as his cock pulsed inside her tight sheath and her breath came fast against his chest. “You feel so good. I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you so fucking much, too,” she said, in her sweet drawl, making him smile.

“You’re cute when you cuss.” He kissed the top of her head and hugged her tight, needing another moment to be this close to her, this precious woman who had given him the world.

The press had turned Tulsi and Pike’s whirlwind marriage into a Cinderella story, but Pike knew he was the one who had gone from sleeping in the ashes to bedding down with a princess every night. His love for Tulsi had made him happier than he could remember and had bled over into every other part of his life. He’d gone from “out of commission” to pitching the best games of his career in the World Series and batting his best average in three years. He’d ended the season with one of the highest averages for a pitcher in the post season and was determined to improve next year.

For the first time since he was a kid, he loved the game with all his heart and soul and it was all because of his wife and little girl in the stands, cheering him on. He’d always had the ability, but now he had a reason to relish every moment on the field, every minute with his family, and every second in Tulsi’s arms.

“I’m not cute,” Tulsi said with a sigh. “I’m a sex maniac. I can’t believe we had a quickie with my entire family upstairs.”

“A cute sex maniac.” Pike pulled out and reached for a roll of paper towels from above the washer. “Is it wrong that I can’t wait for our wonderful family to leave?”

Tulsi grinned. “It’s been a lovely visit so far, but no, I don’t think that’s wrong. It’s nice to have lots of people around to love, but it’s also nice to be just the three of us. We spent so much time apart that I’m still greedy when it comes to sharing you.”

“I’m always going to be greedy when it comes to sharing you,” Pike said, grabbing her panties off the floor and twirling them around his finger. “Can I keep these in my pocket as a souvenir, to keep me company during supper?”

“No, you may not.” Tulsi snatched the silk from his hand with a scandalized look. “I’m not going to eat supper with my family without underpants on, Pike Sherman. I have a wild streak, not a perverted one.”

“Not yet. But we were getting close the other night,” Pike winked, loving the way her cheeks turned pink as their eyes met and held. “I can’t wait to sixty-nine with you again. I love having your pussy sitting on my—”

“Ew, don’t say that word.” Tulsi slapped his arm as she hopped down off the washer. “You know it grosses me out. You need to think up a better nickname if you’re going to talk dirty to me and have me actually like it.”

“How about fluffy?”

Tulsi’s nose wrinkled as she stepped into her panties. “That makes it sound like I’ve got a 1970s disco situation down there, Mr. Sherman, and we both know that’s not true.”

“No, it’s not, Mrs. Sherman,” Pike said, still in awe that they shared the same last name and that this sweet and sexy woman was his for life. “Then how about muffin? Like my sweet love muffin?”

Tulsi rolled her eyes.

“My Lil Cooter?”

She pretended to gag.

Pike laughed. “Punani?”

She cocked her head and the hint of a smile curved her lips. “That could work. I can imagine you saying you like my punani sitting on your face and not being totally grossed out. Or my punani riding you in the morning or my punani—”

Pike snatched her up in his arms, growling against her neck when she squealed. “You keep talking like that and you and your punani are staying here with me until tomorrow morning.”

“Promises, promises,” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him sweetly on the lips. “Thank you, baby, for the best Thanksgiving ever.”

“Thank you,” he said, “for making every day something to be thankful for.”

“Aw,” Tulsi said, her eyes starting to shine. “That was so sweet I almost threw up a little.”

Pike grinned. “You think you’re pregnant already?”

Tulsi rolled her eyes. “No. I told you, I’m on the pill until March.”

“But the pill didn’t work against my super sperm the first time,” Pike said, wiggling his eyebrows. “So maybe you are.”

Tulsi laughed as she ran an affectionate hand through his hair. “I swear, you’re like a stallion in heat.”

“Alpha Male,” Pike corrected, squeezing her butt one last time before he set her on her feet. “Alpha Male in heat, who loves you so much he can’t wait to make more babies with you.”

Tulsi took his hand, smiling up at him. “Still thinking three more?”

“Five. Enough to fill every room upstairs. And we can add on if we’re not finished after that.”

“Our families are going to think we’re nuts if we have that many kids,” she said, reaching for the door. “You realize that right?”

Pike shrugged, following her down the hall, past the entrance to the home gym and the rec room Clem had taken over as her playroom. “They already think we’re nuts for getting married so fast, and you know how much I care what other people think. Your opinion is the only one I care about.”

Tulsi sighed happily as she looped her arm around his waist. “My opinion is that we should have lots of sweet babies, but we should have pie first. I’m starving. I don’t know if I can wait for the turkey to come out of the oven.”

“I’ll distract the grandmas, you go for one of the pumpkin pies and two spoons,” Pike said. “Then we can sneak out to the tree house and eat it straight out of the pan.”

“I like the way you think,” Tulsi said, slipping out from under his arm and dashing for the stairs. “Race you.”

“Cheater!” Pike bolted after her, but let her stay in the lead because it was more fun to sneak peeks up his wife’s skirt as she ran than it was to beat her at a race.

Upstairs, they scored their pie, but ended up sharing it with Clementine, who caught them on the way out to the tree house. Later, they all settled into the dining room with the floor to ceiling windows and breathtaking views of the snow-covered Bitterroot Mountains, but there was nothing bitter in Pike’s heart. He was decadently happy and after supper, when everyone had settled into the comfy couches in the great room to watch a movie and nap off the food coma, he drifted off to sleep with heaven in his arms—his wife curled against him on one side, his daughter on the other, and all the love he’d ever need living in the air between them.

There were people who said Pike was a lucky bastard for making such a comeback so late in the season, but Pike knew the biggest stroke of luck he’d ever received was the day his path had crossed Tulsi’s again, and they got back on the road to forever.

***

The End

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GLITTER AND GRIT

Lonesome Point, Texas, Book Four

This ride is going to last a lot longer than eight seconds…

Female professional bull rider, Reece Hearst, graduated from the school of hard knocks. With honors. Because life is like bull riding—when it sends you to the dirt, you do whatever it takes to get on your feet, even if you have to crawl. Like when officials stripped her of her rodeo queen title on the basis of vicious gossip years ago and not even her father would believe her side of the story. Reece could have stayed in the dust, wallowing. Instead, she fixed Lonesome Point in her rearview, joined the pro circuit, and never looked back. But now a serious injury threatens to end her career and she’s back in Lonesome Point, living next door to the family that once made her life a living hell.

After multiple tours of duty in Afghanistan and his father’s death, all Grayson Parker wants is to get his family’s cattle business back in the black and live a quiet life. But the return of Reece Hearst opens old wounds, throwing his ordered world into chaos. Grayson was serving overseas when Reece was a teenager and can’t believe the girl he once knew has grown into a heartbreaker as hardened as she is beautiful.

Grayson finds a kindred spirit in wounded Reece and soon longs to be the man to show her that there is life after pain and loss. But can two people as damaged as Reece and Grayson find their way to happily ever after? Or will the scars on their hearts forever keep them apart?

CHAPTER ONE

Reece

Reece Hearst stepped off the bus in downtown Lonesome Point just as the sweeper chugged down Main Street, cleaning up the mess left behind by the annual Christmas Eve parade. The crowd had vanished long ago and the carnival lights in the square had gone dark, but the smell of funnel cakes and hot chocolate still hung in the air. Garlands of red and green stretched across the street and a banner with old western lettering wished the citizens of Lonesome Point a Very Merry Christmas. A rare southwest Texas snowfall sifted down to complete the scene, and from one of the closed-up shops Reece could hear the faint strains of Bing Crosby crooning carols into the night.