Page 226 of Forbidden Heroes

One thing is for damn sure, seeing Harper’s ass clad in barely-there material does things to my body no TV show has ever done.

Cum wets the tip of my dick and I can feel the sticky mess it's making of my boxers.

I raise an arm and wipe at my brow, the temps suddenly way too fucking high for only being noon. I reach over and crank the air conditioning lower.

I need to back up. That or I'm in real danger of fucking my brother's goddaughter in every way imaginable and this time I won’t stop until I get her pregnant. And then do it all over again.

I pull my cell phone and hit my brother's name from my favorite's list.

"Pick the fuck up, Austin," I grind out.

“Yo, what’s?—?”

I don’t let him finish before I'm already talking. "—Hey, yeah, get the fuck out here. Now.” I brace a hand on the counter, swallowing thickly at the next pose Harper’s graceful body sinks into.

"Whoa, did someone die? The house burn down? The horses get stolen?"

“No, your goddaughter is here and needs a ride back to town. She's fucked up two tires and managed to find the only loose barbed wire within a hundred miles. It's all tangled around the undercarriage."

"That's not the only thing she had tangled up by the sounds of it."

“Stop dicking around. Get here.” I know I’m barking orders, but dammit, I can’t hold out much longer. Keeping my hands and dick to myself is getting harder by the second. Speaking of hard, my dick is breaking my jeans open at the zipper.

Austin sighs. “It’s gonna be a while, man. I have a new client coming in with new horses. They want us to saddle break a few mares. Can’t leave just yet. It might be an hour, it might be a day.”

Fuck, I’m in deep trouble.

I pry my eyes off the gurgling water of the pool where I forced them to stay only to see Harper’s nimble fingers reach for the tie dangling down her back. When the dental floss of a top falls to the deck, I hit end on the call and grind my teeth until I hear a crack.

I reach for my cock and tear the zipper down. My dick, angry, hard and in need of unloading into Harper’s tight pussy leaks cum down the veiny length to wet my hand. I tighten my hold and I pump from base to tip. All that glistening sun-kissed skin. My breaths are hard and fast just like my climax when it hits. I groan through my release, grabbing a clean dish towel from the drawer to catch the ropes of cum I unload into my hand. Finished, I stuff the towel in the trash just as I spot a cloud of dust kicking up over the horizon heading our way.

I storm for the door and walk past Harper sprawled out on a towel twice her size, creamy tits up and her bikini bottom pushed so low I can see the seam of her pussy just over the ridge of the hem.

Cool eyes hit mine. “Cover up—we have company.”

Maybe a better man would walk away, but I stand there until she reaches for some sort of sheer cover I don't see from a bag off to the side. She rolls, sliding the scrap of cloth over her ass and nothing else.

“Harper!” I warn harshly.

The little blonde-headed wench shrugs those pretty tanned shoulders, baiting me. I know she is, but I have a little more patience in me than I did five minutes ago when I had my dick in my hand cumming like a young buck into a towel.

“What? It’s too late for me to move unless you want me to stand up right now.” The fresh Texas twang on her lips has my cock stirring again. I swear I’m nothing but a walking hard-on lately.

When she goes to make good on her words, a few of my lives are shaved off in that millisecond. Someone else seeing my Harper’s pink-tipped tits. No fucking way.

I raise a finger and point it at her. “Don’t you dare fucking move and when I get rid of our visitor, you and I are going to have a long talk.” I stomp down the deck stairs to the sight of her pouty lips jutting out. A few minutes and I’m able to point a lost college kid back toward town. Not an uncommon occurrence. One wrong turn out here and you could get lost in the wide-open spaces easily.

Back on the deck I stand over her, blocking the sun in her face. “You need to go inside and pack your things or get dressed.” I press my thumb and finger to the bridge of my nose. “Both. Whatever. Did you even bring clothes with you?”

Her chest rises and falls, her lotion-covered nipples beacons to my eyes. I picture my cock buried between the valley of her tits, her tongue caressing the head of my cock as I fuck her tits.

“Not much. Why? And why do I need to get dressed?”

She’s sitting up now, her tits swaying with her movements.

“Cover the fuck up and stop acting like a spoiled brat or you’ll get that spanking your daddy and godfather never gave you, baby girl. Stop pushing me, Harper.” My voice drops. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, dammit.”

Her lips tilt up into a snarky challenge. “Don’t I, Boone.” The defiance I always knew she had in her comes rearing up in the stance she takes. Hands on the curves of her feminine hips. Eyes alight with something so fierce I’m in awe for a breath of a moment.

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