Free Calendar Girl: October: Book 10 by Audrey Carlan

set in the West? Have you seen your fucking brother? He’s a God in cowboy boots and a Henley!”
    “Oh, brother,” I said not wanting to hear this about Max of all people.
    “Damn right, oh brother. Only if it were me, I’d be screaming, ‘fuck yeah, Max. Harder, Max. Give it to me, Max!’” She howled and groaned for mass affect, making a little bit of vomit rise up and clog my throat.
    “You’re sick.” I gagged.
    “But you love me.”
    “I need my head checked,” I said.
    “While you’re doing that, I’ll be packing my shit. See you in two weeks. Love your ugly face, hobag!” Ginelle spouted and then hung up.
    Damn. She’d won that round. I’d win the next.

Chapter Six
    T he blood-curdling scream tore me from the sweetest dream. As this was the new norm, I hopped out of bed, hit the light switch, and watched as the man I loved tossed, turned, and cried out, lost to the demons lurking within the deepest places in his mind. It broke my heart. His body arched, his bare chest glistening in sweat curved towards the heavens, as if his whole being were reaching for salvation. The thick ridge of his cock tented his boxer briefs in a vulgar display of his virility. Before I woke him, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, allowing his screams to put me in the state I needed to be. Commanding, strong, the tool to bring him back from the depths of despair, over and over. I’d be that and more, until eventually, he’d find peace. There was no other option. Wes would find serenity again.
    Slipping the nighty over my head I let it drop in a silken puddle to the floor. I checked my emotions at the door and pushed down my underwear.
    Standing strong, I roared. “ Wes !”
    I stood naked, bare for him as his eyes opened in a flash. The pupils were almost entirely black, I couldn’t even discern a hint of green. He was an animal. Lost to his fears, he zeroed his eyes in on me.
    “Mine!” he growled between clenched teeth and then lunged forward. His mouth was on my tit in what felt like an instant. Pleasure ripped through the painful suction. Hands groped and tugged at the cheeks of my ass while he ground his rigid cock against me.
    “That’s right. All this is yours for the taking. All you have to do is tell me why you love me,” I stated while gripping his hair and holding him tight against my breast. This was a new method I was trying. A theory I had. Make him remember why I was here. Bring him back to the present moment so the memories of captivity would drain from his subconscious more quickly.
    “I love fucking you!” He pressed against me and walked me up against the wall until my back slammed against the surface. He switched breasts and his lips covered the other one. His fingers curled around the heavy globe, two fingers plucking the tip, twisting to the point where strands of pleasure stung and threaded a gossamer web to my clit.
    I gasped and nudged my legs wider so I could get more of him. “But tell me what you love about me, and I’ll let you sink so deep inside I won’t be able to breathe.”
    Wes’s mouth tore from my nipple with a plop, the tip swollen and glistening from the attention. I mewled at the loss. His mouth came at mine, and I turned my face to the side, preventing the kiss I wanted more than anything.
    “What are you doing?” he grated through his teeth, anger seeping past the lust I knew was there, clouding the healing process.
    I lifted a leg and rubbed my wet sex along is thigh, coating his skin and proving my desire. His eyes narrowed. “Do you love me?” I asked again.
    His voice was hard, each word a staccato beat against my fragile heart. “You. Know. I Do. Now. Give. Me. What. I. Need.”
    I shook my head, pushed his boxers down where he stepped out of them without losing eye contact. With all the strength in my legs I hopped up, swinging them around his waist. He caught me by the ass as if I weighed nothing. He inhaled sharply when he pressed me into the wall,