Page 12 of The Cowboy's Magic Touch

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me hard? Please…”

With her ardent plea sending energy through his loins, he quickened his pace, fervently thrusting until her cries told him her climax was building. But he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out.

“Please, sir, please can I come?”

“God, yes,” he groaned as his orgasm threatened.

As the spasms seized her and she let out a series of wild wails, Brody knew there was no holding back. Gripping her tightly, he pounded her pussy, growling loudly as he erupted. The cascading convulsions seemed never-ending, each one stronger than the last…until they finally petered out. With his heart pounding and trying to catch his breath, he slipped out and fell beside her.

“Are you okay?” she murmured, resting her head in the hollow of his shoulder.

“Uh…I’m not sure,” he panted. “That was like…uh…intense.”

“Me too. For a minute I thought I was going to pass out.”

“I don’t know what’s goin’ on with you, but Annie, what we have…”

“Yeah, I know, what we have, it’s real.”

“Damn sure is.”

“I don’t want to leave you again,” she whispered with a sniffle.

Abruptly realizing she’d begun to cry, he tightened his hold.

“Hey, baby, we’ll figure things out together. You can still be the star you always wanted to be…the one you’ve become. It doesn’t mean we have to be apart. Maybe when you’re on tour, but—”

“It’s not that simple. Things are really messed up, and, uh, weird.”

“Weird?” he repeated. “Are you with someone else? Someone important.”

“No, no, not like that. I haven’t been with anyone, except once, and I was drunk.”

“Bad girl.”

“Yeah, well, it happened, and I’m not going to lie to you. But there’s other stuff. Bad stuff.”

“Let’s just stay like we are for a few minutes. I’ll finish what I need to do here, then we’ll go back to the house and you can tell me all about it. I’m sure things aren’t as bad as you think.”

“But, Brody…they are. Maybe even worse.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Seeing the fear in Annie’s eyes broke Brody’s heart. As he wrapped her into his arms he silently swore he’d not only protect her, he’d make sure whoever was behind her nightmare would pay the price.

“We’ll find answers together,” he promised. “Whoever’s responsible for scaring you like this have to deal with me now, and they’ll walk away very sorry they ever messed with you.”

“I hope you’re right, but—”

“Hey, trust me,” he said firmly, pulling back and staring down at her. “Anyone who picks on vulnerable young women is a coward. I’m sure whoever it is has money and power, but that’s artificial.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s window dressing. Can they use it against you? Sure, but once you get past all the crap they’re naked and alone. When push comes to shove they don’t have friends, only people they pay or bully, and there’s no loyalty there.”

“I hope you’re right. I can’t imagine what will happen if he catches me.”

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