WhiskeyBottleLover

Robin
Leigh Miller

When Chance purchases an antique
whiskey bottle, she doesn’t expect a “genie” in the form of a rugged, sexy
cowboy to come with it. Hayes claims he can grant her every desire. Her
yearnings don’t require wishes or magic, only his body. Hayes’ enchanted touch
sparks pleasures Chance never imagined. Unable to ignore the strange, familiar
draw between them or deny the erotic needs he fulfills, Chance sets out to keep
him in her life forever. All she has to do is figure out the rules before her
sexy lover disappears for good.

Too bad the rules are as ironclad
as the shackles on his wrists and the hold he has on her heart. Before the
clock runs out, Chance has to make a serious decision—give up the man she
desperately wants or sacrifice an innocent soul. In the end, someone has to
return to the bottle.

A
Romantica®
paranormal
erotic romance
from Ellora’s Cave

Kennesaw, Georgia, 1882

Hayes Martin pushed through the door of the local saloon and
headed straight for the poor excuse for a bar. Nothing fancy here. A few wood
planks over some shelving and it worked fine. What did he care if it wasn’t
fine oak polished ’til a man could see his bloodshot eyes staring back? Nope,
elaborate furnishings didn’t impress him. What they served over those boards
and offered a man for comfort, that’s what dragged his exhausted ass in here.

Months of pushing cross-country had taken their toll. Even a
man with his good nature could only go so long without having needs met. And
his first need—wetting his parched throat.

“Best whiskey ya got,” he told the partially bald man behind
the bar.

The man grabbed a bottle, cracked it open and poured two
fingers into a tin mug. Hayes poured it down his gullet, savored the burn and
waited for the explosion of warmth in his gut. Ah, there it was. All was right
with the world once again. Wasn’t the best but it wasn’t the worst either.

He made a deal with the barkeep for the price of the bottle
and then gripped it in his hand as he searched the room. As soon as he spotted
what he wanted, his dusty cock jumped to life behind his fly. Pretty and plump,
not so damn skinny he’d break her. With his sights set, Hayes pushed away from
the bar and strolled across the room.

She stood there against the wall with her leg propped on a
barrel and her skirt hiked to her knee. Now, he prided himself on being a good
judge of character in both men and women. This one, she had that look in her
eye that said she wouldn’t simply lie there and let him do all the work. No
sir. She had experience and that’s what he wanted.

She eyed him up and down, no discernible expression as to her
thoughts. He wasn’t no pretty boy but he did have a muscled body and a
not-so-bad face. At least that’s what the last lady he used told him. Didn’t
matter anyhow. She’d be more interested in the money than what he looked like.

Hayes reached into his pocket, pulled out the money set
aside for the whiskey and the woman and let her get a good gander. With no hint
of disgust or eagerness, she pushed away from the wall and nodded toward the
back door.

“Hold on,” he said, stopping her. “This money gets me more
than a body. You know what to do with a man?”

She reached out, cupped his straining erection pushing at
the dusty denim and with that same blank expression answered, “I give as good
as I get. If you’re limp, so am I. If you’re hard then I ride hard.”

Hayes couldn’t contain his grin. To show his enthusiasm, he
pushed against her hand before she yanked it away. “Well, then, let’s saddle
up.” He took a hefty swig of his whiskey and followed her out into the
darkness.

She lit a lamp outside a tent before stepping through the
flaps. Eager for the festivities, Hayes followed. Again, nothing fancy—a bed,
table with a washbowl and pitcher. That was it. Who needed silk and ornate
furniture for a rowdy rutting?

He decided to name her Annie ’cause she looked like an Annie.
Even if he asked her name she most likely wouldn’t give it or would offer a
false one. Neither was interested in anything other than pleasure of the flesh
so what was the point?

Annie set the lamp down on the table as Hayes tossed his hat
to the side. She reached around behind her, loosened her skirt and let it drop
to the ground. Not much surprised him these days. He’d witnessed and
experienced everything imaginable but he had yet to see a woman who wore
nothing beneath her skirt.

Hayes gave an appreciative whistle, taking in the dark curls
between her legs. Yeah, Annie knew what she was doing. Next she stripped off
her top. His palms itched at the sight of her plump breasts tipped with dark
areolas and nipples.

“Hair up or down?” she asked.

“Up, don’t like nothin’ getting in the way.” When he fucked
he wanted to see and experience everything. ’Course, that didn’t mean by the
end her hair wouldn’t be hanging.

“I don’t do this without the man wearing one of these.” She
picked up a sheath, holding it out. “You don’t have to put it on until your
cock gets close to me but I’m not the mothering type and I don’t take chances.
No negotiations about it either. Wear it or turn yourself around and choose
another lady.”

Hayes took a swig of his whiskey. He’d never worn one, hell,
he’d never seen one. Curious, he took it from her and looked it over. “I put
this on.”

She nodded. “It catches your seed and keeps me from carryin’
a babe. Hard enough to take care of myself. Don’t need the responsibility of
another. I’ll even put it on for ya,” she said, and for the first time gave a
small smile. “Men like the way I put it on them.”

“Okay.” What the hell. He’d never given any thought to
leaving behind a child after getting his needs serviced. Damn, he hoped there
weren’t any little Hayeses out there running around. “I ain’t gonna argue.”

Right now, with her soft, supple body so inviting, he wasn’t
about to argue. If he didn’t get out of his dirty clothes soon he’d rip them
apart at the seams. Hayes handed the sheath back to her and then yanked his
shirt from his britches as he toed off his boots. Another quick swallow of his
whiskey warmed his blood further, making his head swim.

Annie took his bottle, set it down on the table and then
helped him undress. Her fingers brushed his hot flesh, sending shocking
currents throughout his system. Annie jerked his pants down, freeing his aching
cock. His head brushed against her belly, drawing a moan from deep in his
throat. He wanted to toss her down, drive himself deep inside her hot body, but
he knew it would be over all too soon if he did.

That’s not the way he did things. Not even when it’s been
eight months feeling nothing other than his own hand touching his throbbing
cock. It came as a challenge to satisfy the woman and he hadn’t had a complaint
yet. Matter of fact, he usually ended up being invited to stay longer,
receiving a reward of food and a bed to sleep in. Annie would be a tough
conquest though. She might be soft and womanly on the outside but he knew hard
innards when he saw them. Annie had to be the hardest.

“You’re big,” she commented and then wrapped her tiny hand
around his shaft.

Every muscle in his body locked down hard to keep his
impending release at bay. She gave a slow stroke from root to tip and damn if
the hair on his head didn’t curl as tight as his balls. Yeah, Annie knew how to
handle a man.

“You ever have pleasure?” he asked in a tight voice,
struggling to keep both heads attached to his body beneath her too tender
ministrations.

Annie shrugged, her face as stone-cold as a killer. “That’s
not what this is about.”

Her voice couldn’t have been any less emotional. She’d been
at this a long while. That he would wager his horse on. Hayes grinned.
Challenge accepted. Very gently he gripped her wrist, pulling her hand from his
throbbing cock. “Lie down on the bed.”

Just like that she obeyed, probably thinking it would all be
over in the next five minutes. Hayes had other plans. He guided her to a
suitable position with her legs over the side, feet on the ground, and then
knelt.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her brow furrowing
slightly.

“Men get pleasure in different ways.” He pushed her knees
apart, took two fingers and spread her outer lips. Annie propped herself up on
her elbows, looking down at him, her expression of confusion a nice change from
the cold mask.

She kept herself clean, he noticed, all her pretty pink
flesh sweet and inviting. With his other hand he rubbed gently, paying extra
attention to the little nub of sensitivity. After a few moments of bringing the
flesh to life, he looked up to find her face slightly flushed and a look of
wonder in her eyes.

“No one’s ever done this before?”

She replied with a jerky head shake and a quick lick of her
bottom lip. No, these women were only used for quick gratification. Little
attention, or none at all, was paid to their needs. Well, she’d discover what
real pleasure was all about tonight.

“Hold on tight,” he told her with a smile. “You’re about to
experience heaven and hell all rolled into one.” With that warning he leaned
in, gave a little flick of the tongue to her clitty and then sealed his lips
over it, sucking gently.

Annie gasped, her body tightened and he rubbed his tongue
over the tender flesh. He kept his eyes open to see every expressive reaction
she had. He couldn’t help it. It made his body burn hotter. By the time he
finished with her she’d be moaning and pleading for more. He liked the sounds
women made when he did this to them, liked the taste of their arousal and how
wet they became. It made it more pleasurable when he slid inside their warm
bodies.

Using two fingers, he rubbed her opening, drawing another
shocked, breathy sound from her lips. Keeping his gaze firmly fixed on her
face, he worked his fingers in. Already her body was responding, slicking with
warm juice, but not nearly as much as he liked. Annie’s lips parted slightly,
her eyes glazed over and when he rubbed her inner walls she actually let a tiny
groan free.

The sound caressed his tense, eager flesh, making his cock
twitch. There wasn’t anything like the sound of a woman enjoying pleasure. With
tender strokes of his fingers and tongue, Hayes worked her body until Annie
dropped back onto the bed, succumbing to his attention. She made sweet,
desperate mewling sounds as her head twisted side to side on the mattress.

He took his time even as his body demanded release. No
telling when he’d get this again, so drawing it out and enjoying every moment
was worth it. He knew she neared her limit when her body clamped tighter on his
fingers and she gripped his hair, fisting the strands tight. He didn’t want her
coming yet, they had so much more to experience.

Hayes pulled his fingers from her hot body and moved away
from her core. Annie groaned in protest, nearly yanking his hair out by the
root. “Easy now,” he crooned, getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“We aren’t done yet.”

His large hand cupped one of her plump breasts, squeezed
lightly and then he rolled her hard nipple. He took in the sight of her, all
spread out naked there for the taking. His brain committed the vision to
memory, something to draw on in the upcoming cold months as he hunkered down in
the mountains. Hell, maybe he’d just toss her over his horse and take her with
him. No doubts she’d be a worthy companion with her lush body and harsh
attitude.

Hayes leaned down, lashed her nipple with his tongue and
then sucked. Annie cried out, arching her back, offering him more. Yeah, that’s
the way he liked it.

“You’re the devil,” she murmured, gripping his head and
holding him to her bosom. “I didn’t know the fires of hell would be like this.”

Amused by her wonder, Hayes gave her more to burn with. He
tucked his hand back between her legs and then dipped his finger inside her
tunnel. With each draw on her nipple, she grew wetter. He’d have no trouble
fitting inside her now.

“I don’t understand what you’re doing to me,” she cried out.
Her hips pumped against his hand as she writhed on the bed. “I feel so strange.
I’m going to tear apart from the inside out.”

The desperation in her voice startled him. He released her
nipple, rolled it between his thumb and forefinger and then gazed down at her
pink face. “You’ve never climaxed before? Ever?”

Her glazed eyes rolled around in her head. “I don’t
understand.”

How could that be? “A man has never made you climax during
sex?”

“If this is climax, no. I’ve never felt anything like this.”
She gripped a handful of hair, tugging his mouth back down to her breast.
“More.”

He nuzzled the hard nub, debating whether or not to allow
her the release at this time. He rather liked having his women out of control
while he pumped into their bodies. Yet Annie, she was different. He’d never
come across a woman who hadn’t experienced this level of pleasure at one point
in their lives. He looked down her body, watched her ride his hand with
enthusiasm and wanted her to do the same with his body.

“If I bring you to climax now, you won’t make me leave
before I finish?” To most men it wouldn’t matter, they would simply take what
they wanted even if it meant hurting the woman. He could never do that. Harming
the fairer sex never appealed to him.

“Our deal ain’t done ’til you finish,” she whimpered.

“It could take more time,” he warned.

She turned her head, pinned her glassy gaze to his face and
smiled. “I like the time you take.”

That smile, it punched him in the gut. With her skin so pink
and her eyes glowing, the smile brought out a beauty he hadn’t noticed. Maybe
he would take her up into the mountains with him.

“Good.” He slid off the bed, positioned himself between her
knees and eagerly went about eating and fucking her with his fingers, driving
her higher. She thrashed on the mattress, moaned and when her body clamped down
tight on his fingers she cried out with shock.

Hayes worked his fingers in and out of her, watched her
pretty, moist, pink pussy milk him, groaning at the thought of what was in
store for his cock. When she finished she lay there panting, her flesh
shimmering in the dim lamplight.

“That, my dear,” he said, in a tight voice, “is a climax.
Don’t ever forget it or who gave it to you.”

“I’d have to be dim to forget that,” she whispered. “But you
paid me to service you. What is it you wish me to do?”

Hayes stood, took her calloused hand and helped her sit up.
She looked up his body, her eyes so young and innocent now but eager at the
same time. “Have you ever taken a man in your mouth?”

She blinked several times, giving him his answer. Gripping
his shaft, he held his hard cock in front of her. “Open.”