Chasing Dreams (Devil's Bend) (36 page)

“Oh!”
Tessa’s body bowed beneath him, her hands coming up to latch into his hair and
pull him down to her. He thought about restraining her for half a second, but
Cooper wasn’t going to be able to make it that far.

Ever
since she came walking down the aisle toward him, minutes before they made
their vows to one another, he’d wanted to get her beneath him. And now that he
had her there, he wanted to bury himself inside her and make her scream his
name over and over.

Cooper
alternated sucking and nipping each breast, applying suction and a tiny bit of
pain as she writhed and moaned beneath him. His cock throbbed, but his heart
did a crazy dance every time she said his name – which was quite a bit, he
realized.

Releasing
her breast, Cooper pulled his fingers out from between her legs and proceeded
to lick them clean while her eyes widened, the lust burning bright and hot.

“Tell
me you love me, Mrs. Krenshaw,” he commanded as he shifted between her thighs.

“I
love you, Mr. Krenshaw,” she said softly, her hands resuming their place on his
cheeks.

“What’s
that? I don’t think I heard you. And this time, lose the mister.”

Tessa
laughed, placing her wrists on his shoulders and cupping his jaw again, their
eyes locked on one another. The words weren’t necessary anymore because Cooper
knew just what he meant to this woman and he made sure she knew the same. That
didn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy hearing her say them for as long as he lived.

“I
love you, Krenshaw,” she teased. Cooper pinched her nipple roughly, her scream
of shock was followed by an uncontrollable giggle.

Shoving
his cock deep inside of her, he watched Tessa as her breath locked in her
chest, her eyes wide with surprise.

“Try
again,” he ordered, trying to keep the demand in his voice. Cooper didn’t move
while he waited, letting her slick pussy sheath him in heat, making his body
break out in a sweat.

So,
so worth it.

“I.
Love. You. Cooper.” Tessa’s words resounded through him, and he smiled.

“That’s
better, baby. I love when you say my name.”

“I
thought you liked when I screamed your name?” she asked playfully.

“Oh,
trust me, that comes next.” Cooper pulled out and slammed home. Then again. He
didn’t stop pounding into her, their eyes locked, her hands still cupping his
jaw as every ounce of love they felt for one another was transferred not only
between where their bodies were connected, but also through their hearts.

“Tell
me one more time, Tessa.”

And
this time, as Tessa said the words, he drove into her, punctuating every word
with a punishing thrust while Tessa’s body bowed, her hands moving behind his
head, her fingers finding their way into his hair.

“Now
come for me, darlin’.”

“Cooper!”

Yep,
that’s exactly what he’d been waiting for.

The
End

Books
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Temptation

Addicted

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Infatuation

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Devotion

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Alluring Indulgence Series:

Kaleb

Zane

Travis

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Devil’s Bend Series:

Chasing
Dreams

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Kaleb

An
Alluring Indulgence
Novel

Nicole Edwards

♂♀

“Are
you fucking kidding?” Kaleb could barely make out his youngest brothers words
as Zane doubled over in laughter.

“Hell,
no. I’m dead serious. Sawyer was standing on the side of the road, holding up a
sign that said ‘will work for sex’. I shit you not,” Kaleb finished pouring his
coffee before taking his mug back to his desk, dodging Zane in the process.

Hello?
This was Sawyer
Walker they were talking about, so Kaleb shouldn’t have been all that surprised
really. But, he’d been hard pressed to keep his jaw out of his lap as he drove
past his brother standing shirtless, wearing jeans and shit kickers while
standing on the side of the road holding up the damn sign. To top it off, there
was a truck full of women pulled over talking to him.

“You
know Dad’s gonna be pissed when he sees it,” Zane doubled over in another fit
of laughter.

Kaleb
wasn’t all that worried about their father and what he thought about Sawyer’s
wild and crazy antics. It was their mother they actually had to worry about.
Curtis Walker would laugh right along with Zane, but Lorrie Walker would be fit
to be tied.

But
that was Sawyer for you. At thirty three, he wasn’t supposed to be the wildest
of the seven of them, but he even gave Zane a run for his money.

The
screen door slammed and Zane sat upright, immediately choking on his laughter.
As Travis made his way into the small kitchen, Kaleb barely suppressed a groan.

 “What’s
going on?” The oldest of the seven Walker brothers wasn’t smiling, and Kaleb
had a feeling he wouldn’t find Sawyer’s antics all that funny anyway, so Kaleb
kept his mouth shut.

 “Sawyer’s
down on Main and First half-dressed holding up a sign,”

“Fuck,”
Kaleb muttered and pinned his brother with a death glare. “Seriously, Zane?”

He
was met with a shrug.

Telling
Travis anything that didn’t pertain to Walker Demolition was like telling their
mother as far as Kaleb was concerned. The oldest of the Walker boys at thirty
five, Travis had turned into an old man in recent years – at least as far as
his mood was concerned.

“Fuck,”
Travis groaned as he turned to the coffee pot sitting on the counter. “When
will he ever grow up?”

Today,
just like any other day, Kaleb was going to give Travis a wide berth, not to
mention, knock Zane upside his head for telling on Sawyer. “Likely never if I
had to guess,” Kaleb chimed in, knowing that was the only sufficient answer.

“Did
you hear back from Carl Stranford?” Travis glanced over his shoulder at Kaleb
before returning his attention to pouring his coffee. “You were going by his
house yesterday?”

Suddenly
wishing he’d had more coffee, Kaleb rubbed his hand over the back of his neck
trying to squeeze some of the tension out. Not that there ever was a good time
to have this conversation with Travis, but now certainly wasn’t it.

“Yeah,”
He definitely stopped by Carl’s, just like he had several times that week, but
his brief conversation hadn’t resulted in anything other than the expected
‘Let
me think about it, Kaleb, and get back with you.’

“Shit,”
Travis groaned again, obviously knowing what that response had been before
Kaleb even had to say it out loud. “That man keeps stalling, and I don’t know
what the hell for. You’d think he’d be ready to sell off a portion of that land
by now. He’s all but lost every one of his crops and to tell you the truth, I’m
getting damn tired of waiting,”

And
if Carl didn’t do something soon, he’d lose a lot more than just his crops, but
Kaleb wasn’t going to share that with Travis just yet. Until he had the chance
to talk to Zoey about it, he wasn’t ready to spread the devastating news.

Not
to mention, it wouldn’t matter what he told Travis because until he had a firm
agreement from Carl, none of it mattered. His oldest brother would just get
even more pissed off than he already was.

Walker
Demolition – the company Kaleb and his brothers had built from the ground up –
had grown leaps and bounds over the last few years, and instead of being
content with what they’d built, Travis was ready to venture in another
direction, expand their horizon’s he’d said.

Instead
of focusing solely on tearing shit up, Travis had come up with the idea to
build a resort. Not that Kaleb didn’t think it was a brilliant idea because he
did. He was just content with the tearing shit up part.

The
plans he’d seen for a mega resort the likes of which their small town had never
seen, were underway. They’d received the necessary approvals, and now the only
thing left to do was to secure the land. Travis had already bought out two of
their adjacent neighbors, acquiring a good three hundred acres of decrepit old
farmland, but he hadn’t been satisfied with that. Now he was looking for
another hundred that backed up to what they’d already purchased. Only this land
belonged to Carl Stranford, an ornery old farmer who had been giving them the runaround
for the better part of the last six months.

“Call
him,” Zane’s tone was laced with sarcasm. “Or better yet, go see him. Maybe
some of your macho intimidation will make him come to a decision,”

Kaleb
groaned.

Zane
was the youngest of seven and considering the age difference between him and
Travis, he didn’t remember much of the Travis they had all grown up with. The
fun loving, hang on by the seat of your pants guy they’d all wanted to be like.
But that man never returned from the four year stint in the Army. In his place
was the grouchy, unsmiling man that sat before them now.

“I
might just do that,” Travis snapped, before turning and walking out of the
room.

When
the screen door slammed behind their brother, Zane turned to Kaleb. “Why don’t
you go talk to Carl? Or better yet, Zoey?”

“What
does Zoey have to do with this?”

Zane
liked to give Kaleb shit about Carl Stranford’s only daughter. Not only had she
been Kaleb’s closest female friend for the better part of the last decade, she
was also the woman Kaleb had always wanted, but never had. Despite the ever
present physical attraction, he’d somehow managed to be friends with her
without ever trying to push it any further, although he’d wanted to.

More
than wanted to.

Since
she’d never shown even an inkling of interest in him other than friendship,
Kaleb had opted to take what he could get and they’d established a very solid
friendship. Hell, the woman knew everything there was to know about him and
most of his brothers, yet she still chose to associate with him, so he
considered himself lucky.

They
were infamous in their little town, but that was mostly due to their wild and
crazy behavior since about the time each of them could walk. They were a rowdy
bunch, and there was a long list of rumors associated with them – some true,
some not entirely true. For whatever reason, Zoey chose to ignore them, and for
that, he was grateful.

Not
that Zoey Stranford wasn’t as wild as they came. That was partly what he found
so damn attractive about the woman. She didn’t care what other people thought
about her, and it seemed her one goal was to have fun and not hurt anyone in
the process.

So,
he’d mastered the art of pretending when it came to Zoey. First and foremost,
he was her friend, but that wasn’t the problem. His issue was in learning to
hide the unbridled lust burning deep and hot for as long as he’d known her.

And
since his brothers had dubbed her the one woman who wouldn’t give him the time
of day, they loved to give him a hard time about her.

It
certainly wasn’t a hardship being friends with Zoey, but it had gotten
increasingly more difficult in the last few years. Ever since she and that
jackass Jason Tribbons divorced, Kaleb did everything he possibly could to make
sure he kept his feelings for her hidden. But hell, he wasn’t a saint and he
wasn’t sure how much longer he could pull off the charade.

“Zoey
doesn’t have any say in what her father does with that land,” Kaleb added as he
watched the wheels turn in Zane’s head. His little brother was going to piss
him off, he could feel it.

“Yeah,
but she likes you,” Zane goaded. “I’m sure if she goes running to daddy,
telling him her boy toy wants to buy the land, he’d sell it in a heartbeat,”

Boy
toy?
“I know you’ve got something better than that,” Kaleb pushed.

Kaleb
had grown quite fond of his own dick over the years, and he didn’t have any
intentions of losing it, thank you very much. Carl Stranford would just as soon
cut off Kaleb’s dick than let him date his daughter.

Carl
was an overprotective son of a bitch when it came to his one and only daughter,
and he and Zoey had had to clarify their friendship on more than one occasion
over the years. Granted, Carl was close to eighty now, and Zoey was very much a
grown woman who didn’t let her daddy tell her whom she could see, but still...

Hell,
he’d expected Carl to answer the damn door with a shotgun in his hand the night
he had taken Zoey to her senior prom. Thankfully Carl hadn’t, but that was
probably due to Zoey’s mother who had liked Kaleb. Not that Kaleb could blame
the man. If a nineteen year old man had the balls to show up on his doorstep
asking to take his seventeen year old daughter to the prom, Kaleb knew damn
well that young man would know how acquainted he was with his gun collection.

But
true to his word, even back then when he was ruled by hormones alone, Kaleb
never laid a finger on Zoey, no matter how badly he wanted to. And to this day,
he’d never so much as kissed her, and his dick knew it all too well.

Shaking
off the thought, Kaleb pushed himself out of his chair. “I’ll go talk to Carl.
Until we get that land, Travis won’t let it go,”

“Nope,
he won’t,” Zane agreed as he stood. “Tell Zoey hello for me,”

“Fuck
off,” Kaleb grinned as he walked out the back door.

Not
fifteen minutes later, Kaleb was pulling up to Carl Stranford’s house, wishing
like hell he didn’t have to do this again today. Thankfully Zoey’s truck wasn’t
in the driveway, which meant she was probably working – something Kaleb
should’ve been doing. Instead, he’d get the pleasure of explaining to Carl yet
again what he wanted and why he was there.

He
pulled around to the back of the house, put the truck in Park and climbed out.
Stealing himself for the conversation to come, Kaleb took a deep breath and
looked around. With the sun shining bright and not a single cloud in the sky,
Kaleb took in the vast landscape, looking off to the south as he tried to
picture the entrance to the resort as Travis envisioned it.

He
could see the massive wrought iron gates in his mind, the ones that would be
manned twenty four hours a day by security, allowing only those invited to come
inside. Kaleb had seen the artwork for the gates design, including the large
“A” and “I” that would be welded into the intricate iron design.
Alluring
Indulgence
, the name he and his brothers all agreed on.

Given
the type of resort they were looking at creating, the name suited it. The goal
had been to come up with a name to reflect the carnal temptation they fully
intended it to be. So, thanks to an online dictionary and a case of beer,
Alluring Indulgence was born.

He
wouldn’t lie, he was anxiously waiting for the day they opened their doors, but
in order for that to happen, Kaleb had to convince Carl to sell him the land.
With a resigned sigh, Kaleb shut the truck door and made his way to the side
door of the house.

Rapping
his knuckles on the wood frame, Kaleb waited like he always did until Carl’s
gruff voice instructed him to “Come in,” The man never bothered to get up, nor
did he bother locking any of his doors so Kaleb let himself into the large,
typical farmhouse kitchen.

“Mr.
Stranford,” Kaleb greeted Zoey’s father as he stepped into the living room.

Instead
of a greeting, Kaleb was met with a muted “Hmmphh”.

Figures.

“How
are you today?” When Carl pointed to the couch, Kaleb took a seat, keeping a
smile on his face and his eyes on the old man sitting in the chair.

Just
like in recent days, Kaleb felt an overwhelming sense of nostalgia sitting on
the couch in the Stranford’s dated living room. With the dark wood paneling,
well-worn hardwood floors and a ceiling fan that had to have been produced in
the 1980’s, he was hit with flashbacks from his teenage years. There was even
the faint smell of cigarette smoke still lingering, although Kaleb knew Carl
had quit smoking long ago.

He
and Zoey spent many days sitting right there on the very same maroon and green,
flowery couch Kaleb sat on now, talking, laughing and avoiding the glares of
one ornery old man who continuously traipsed back and forth through the room,
making sure the up-to-no-good teenage boy in his living room wasn’t somehow
taking advantage of his sweet little girl.

“Was
doing fine until you showed up,”