Neighbor
Damn fool woman thinks she can tame this prairie alone.
Her ranch teetering on dust and debt, pride the only fence holding it up.
I've watched from my spread too long, hunger building like thunderheads.
Then the drifter appeared, same fire in his gut.
We cornered her at that splintered post, wind ripping skirts and secrets alike.
Rough palms slammed her down on sun-baked wood.
She bucked, all spitfire snarl, but her hips ground back greedy.
Our grips bruised, spanks cracked sharp over golden grass, stars wheeling witness to her unraveling.
She whispers husky defiance even as she shatters.
This forbidden dance risks her land, her name dragged through town mud.
Lose us, and that isolation swallows her whole.
But hell, the way she clenches around our possession...
Drifter
Ghosts ride my heels across endless trails.
Till her - lone flame spitting sarcasm at the horizon.
Joined the neighbor in breaking her open.
Bent over that fence, sweat tracing paths down starlit skin.
Her thighs quiver under echoing slaps, vast sky drinking her moans.
I rasp truths into her ear, haunted need pouring out.
She craves this savage yield, fights it with every sarcastic bite.
Two rough hands her salvation or doom.
Town whispers could strip her bare, ranch gone to wind.
Her self-respect? Shattered if she admits how deep she needs us pinning her down.
Yet pulling away feels like carving out my own shadow.
Will her hunger win, or send us scattering to the dust?
A full-length Rough Outdoor Western Erotica erotic romance featuring defiant homesteader, gruff neighbor, haunted drifter.
