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At the stroke of midnight, Owen was pacing the banks of the lake. He checked his watch for the hundredth time to find time crawling so slowly it might have been going backwards. The light of the phone was harsh in darkness lit only by an occasional glimmer of a pale moon, as it dodged between clouds. He’d almost broken his neck a half-dozen times on the path over the mountain. He’d almost turned back a dozen more, but here he was, phone in hand, watching the numbers march onward to his doom.
The Sheriff #58 (13.6) by Julie Lynn Hayes
Dustin gripped Roy’s cock to use for guidance. He raised his ass just above it until he could feel the cockhead nestle against his opening, then slowly and deliberately lowered himself onto all that glorious heat. Roy’s moan of pleasure was gratifying, but he refused to hurry, trying to prolong this moment. Once he was fully seated, with Roy completely sheathed within him, he stilled his movements, enjoying the sensation of being filled with Roy.
“Like that, do you?” Roy gently stroked Dustin’s inner thighs
“I could sit here all day,” Dustin confessed. “You feel so good.”
Cullen led his horse from its stall as he prepared to check the flocks. Eli had found the remains of a lamb yesterday so today he was not only checking for birthing issues, but something was getting past the dogs. He slid his rifle into the saddle holster and swung into the horse. The sun would break above the horizon in a few minutes and the day would begin its climb to the staggering heat typical for this time of the year. He enjoyed the early morning silence of the ranch. It seemed quieter here on the high plains than at his families farm in Georgia. It might not be as hot back home, but the humidity in the southeast made the air so thick it felt like you could slice it with a knife.
Denied: Chapter Twenty-six by Cia Nordwell
Sardella cocked her head sideways. “Ahh. You are part of this crew?”
I dithered, not quite sure how to answer that. Captain kept saying I was part of the group of rescues, but I was working on the ship, unlike the rest of them. “Sort of.” She didn’t move and kept staring at me, so I kept talking. “I was on the station where the crew found everyone. But I can be helpful to the crew, so Captain lets me help out.”
“You were there?” Her voice dropped even deeper on the last word, and her hands fluttered along her