Kate gasped and gripped his shoulders, stars pushing the backs of her eyelids as he flipped her onto her back, still buried deep inside. Her hair flared across the sheets and she gazed into his eyes.
Cade leaned on his hands and watched her as he made love to her. "Keep watching me, honey. Don't close your eyes. I want you to see what you do to me."
She gripped his butt with her hands, digging her fingers into his toned flesh. With each thrust, she met him, with each pant of breath, she raced toward another climax.
"Oh Kate, you are perfect." Cade leaned down onto his elbows, placing his forehead on hers, pale blue eyes fixed intently on hers.
"I can't hold it much longer, please hurry." Kate cried out as she peaked again, wrapping her legs around his thighs to hold him close.
With a final thrust, he cried out, his body going stiff and a guttural moan rang out, loud in the small cottage. He tucked his head in the crook of her neck and held her while they panted in exhaustion.
When her breath slowed, Kate turned her head to him, brushing her lips over his. "You’re amazing, Cade."
"So are you, beautiful girl. My very own beautiful girl. I can't believe it took me all this time to realise what was right under my nose.
Her laughter rang out in the bedroom. "Welcome home, Cade. I'm so glad you're finally here."
The End
TAMING THE OUTBACK
Ann B Harrison
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First Published in 2012
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Taming the Outback
First published in 2012
Chapter One
“For once, Josh, can you just do what I ask and get in that office?” Libby pushed her son in front of her and gripping her daughter's hand, followed him into the lawyer's building. “It's not my fault we're here. You’re fifteen, for goodness sake, old enough to know what you’re doing is wrong. If it takes some lawyer to knock that chip off your shoulder, so be it.”
She scanned the waiting area. The receptionist lifted her head and smiled a welcome.
“Libby Holland to see Mr. Thomas.” Libby's voice was more confident than she felt.
“Take a seat, Mrs. Holland. Mr. Thomas will be with you shortly.”
Tightening her grip on her son's arm, Libby leaned down and spoke quietly. “Tell me please, Josh, what you've done.”
“Why do you have to think the worst of me? It's all you do.” A sour look marred an otherwise good-looking, young face.
Was he kidding? “Probably because it's what I'm getting used to with you, doing things that always seem to get you into trouble. I don't know how much more of this I can take.”
“Why is it always about you?”
“Get a grip. Don't make this any harder than it has to be. It's hardly my fault we're here at some lawyer's beck and call.” She twisted a stray strand of hair back into the knot on her head. The skin on the back of her neck prickled. Looking up, she met the gaze of a tall, dark-haired man behind the reception desk. He glared at her, his dark eyes cold and his brow creased into a frown. She stared back and wondered if he were the lawyer who would drag her wayward son away from her at the end of the day. She’d tried so hard since John had been killed. They all missed him, and Josh was showing it by acting out. Petty theft, destruction of property, cutting school, the list went on and on. She wandered over to the window and took a chair, nervously pulling at her bottom lip with her teeth.
“I'll inform Mr. Thomas of his next appointment. I have to give him these papers,” the lawyer said, giving Libby another cold look as he strode past her down the corridor.
What is it with that guy? It would be nice if he met me before he decided to act like an ass. Unless he has something to do with Josh's case, he has no right to be judging me. Libby watched him walk away, kicking herself for noticing how well his butt filled his tailored black trousers, but still confused about his attitude. She really was at her wit's end, and she was dreading what the lawyer had to say. The last thing she needed to be doing was fantasizing over the moody guy, but it had been so long since anyone had looked at her, let alone touched her, even a cold look from a hot man had her stomach churning.
If Josh had done anything that would break up what was left of her family, she’d lose it. Five years on one's own with two emotionally distraught kids was not for the fainthearted.
“You can go in, Mrs. Holland.” The receptionist waved her hand down the corridor in the direction the good-looking, grumpy guy had gone.
Libby herded the kids in front of her, trying not to listen to the raised voices coming from the office at the end of the hallway. The door stood slightly ajar, and the words echoed in the corridor.
“It's not going to work, Aaron. How many times do you have to be told?”
“Just leave it to me.” A voice soothed over the angry tone. “It will all work out, you'll see.”
The door opened, and the space was filled with pure, unadulterated male aggression. The hostile lawyer glared at Libby until her face heated with uncomfortable embarrassment, then brushed past her, leaving her with a hollow, anxious feeling in her stomach. The guy was a total jerk. They didn't even know each other, yet
