Derek hadn’t moved since burying his cock all the way inside Clarissa’s body. Logan’s dick pulsed at the very idea of what it must feel like. Warm. Wet. Wickedly vise-like. Logan kissed her neck. “Are you okay, honey?” “I feel fine. It didn’t hurt at all.” “I’m glad because Derek’s gonna continue...
She threw off the bed sheets and quilt, grabbed her robe and quietly retrieved the pearl handled derringer from her unmentionables drawer. She checked to ensure it was loaded, exited her room and hastened down the familiar long hallway to the top of the staircase without the aid of a candle. Anot...
Wade purposefully left it for him to do in retaliation for the week before. Sometimes his brother could be so infantile. “Howdy, Wyatt.” Joe wouldn’t look him directly in the eyes, but instead made a big show of dusting his shop as if it were a life or death matter. “Don’t hurt yourself cleaning ...