“That is so thoughtful!” Her stomach rumbled again. “Do you think there’s some chicken in one of the containers?”
Travis hauled the truck onto the ranch road.
“Are you hungry?”
She thought about it. Still no warning gurgles erupted. “I think I am.”
“Sweetie, watching you eat would be the best wedding present ever.”
“It would?”
Travis parked, and turned to her.
“It rips me up inside if you’re not happy, or feeling good. I’ll gladly bring you anything you want. Ice cream, pickles, chicken, whatever you want.”
“And you’ll just watch me eat?”
A familiar heat appeared in his eyes. Because of her stomach it had been a long time.
“I’d prefer you ate naked so I could see all the wonderful changes motherhood is bringing to your body.”
It had been a month since her pussy had purred. She shifted on the seat. He turned off the truck.
“Hold that thought,” he said.
He raced around to the passenger side and lifted her out. He carried her silently into their home and up to their room.
“I am going to undress you. Then I’m going to feed you.”
She both longed for his touch, and felt the old shame that she should want to be cared for like a child.
“You don’t have to do that,” she whispered.
He set her feet on the floor and tilted up her face. He ran his knuckles along her cheek. She leaned into his caress.
“I haven’t been able to care for you in too long. I need to hold you, and make love with you.” His smile was gentle, his eyes kind. “If you don’t feel up to it, I’m happy just holding you all night.”
Heat erupted. Her body responded.
“But if you’re up for some gentle loving, then sweetie, we—”
The slamming of a door startled her. Heavy feet thudded up the stairs and down the hall. Riley, eyes wild, rushed in the door. He stopped, stared at her, and then slumped.
“Damn! Someone said you carried Jane out to the truck and I thought…” He inhaled, then blew out, hard. He wiped silver tracks from his cheeks. “I was so damn scared, Janey. Are you okay?”
Tears of her own welled up. If this wasn’t love, she didn’t know what was. She smiled at Riley through her tears.
“I’m hungry!”
“Our wife thinks she feels well enough to eat.”
One second turned Riley’s fear and worry into aroused predatory male. Arousal, greater than she remembered, flooded her body. She wanted these men. Now, and forever.
“What’s on the menu, Janey?”
His voice rippled over her skin like lightning, awakening every nerve cell.
“You want us to fill your stomach?” asked Riley in that lazy, sensual drawl that made her think of slick sheets and chocolate. “Or something else?”
“I want you to fill me with your love.”
Her tall, dark cowboy and tall, blond cowboy both nodded.
“We can do that,” they said in unison, and reached for her.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Reece Butler didn’t realize she was a born storyteller until halfway through writing the Bride Train series. Now that she’s discovered a passion for writing erotic cowboy romance, she hasn’t looked back.
As a storyteller Reece takes in everything she’s experienced or read about and stores it in her brain to feed her imagination. It then flows out in the words and actions of her characters.
Continually learning more about the craft of writing romance, as well as a healthy dose of research and time to think, leads to the creation of characters that come alive for her.
She hopes they come alive for you as well.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
About the Author