Free Kisses From My Cowboy Stepbrother, Part 2 (of 2) by Tiffany Madison

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    "Y ou just have to trust me, Emily," Connor said, before kissing my neck once more. "I can keep this a secret. I promise..."
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    M y new stepbrother, Connor, wasn't the man who I thought he was. It turned out that he had some secrets from his past that were too big to ignore.
    So I didn't hesitate to make the drive to his farm in Iowa to find out the truth. I had no know. Was what my mother told me about him actually true? Was the sweet Connor that I had met on the farm actually who I thought he was, or did he have a dark and dangerous side that not many people knew about?
    Either way, I was on a mission to find out the truth about him, one way or the other...
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    T his story is the final part of a two-part series and ends with a HEA.
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    “L ooks like we both got kind of wet out there,” he commented, innocently.
    I hadn’t even realized it because of the adrenaline, but my clothes had gotten soaked in the rain.
    “I have a change of clothes in my car,” I said.
    Then I turned around and looked out the window, where the rain had turned fierce. It was a total downpour.
    “I don’t think either of us are going out in that,” Connor said. “Just give me your clothes and I’ll throw them in the dryer.”
    As he spoke, Connor slipped off his shirt and bundled it up in his hands. His skin was shining, reflecting the light and accentuating the muscles of his chest and abs. My eyes moved downward, where the lines of his hips disappeared into the waist of his jeans. My lips parted and I breathed in quickly as my pussy ached.
    Oh, God... he’s so hot.
    Connor smiled at me and reached a hand out, waiting for me to hand over my clothes. I felt a bit nervous undressing in front of him, but I also didn’t want to sit around in wet clothes all afternoon. So I smiled coyly and then grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head. As I finished taking the shirt off, I noticed that Connor’s gaze had moved toward my bra-covered breasts.
    “Connor!” I chastised, covering myself up with one hand.
    He just smiled and brought his eyes back up to my own.
    “Sorry,” he responded. “You’re just so hot.”
    I blushed at the compliment. “Well, thank you,” I said, throwing him my shirt. He caught it with one hand and tossed it over his shoulder. He then quickly unbuttoned his jeans. He slipped them off in front of me, letting them fall down to his ankles. His black boxer/briefs were revealed, along with his muscular legs, which I had not seen before.
    Goddamn. Is there anything about this guy that isn’t sexy?
    It was like I was standing in front of an underwear model. It almost didn’t seem real. Connor noticed me staring at him and then immediately gave me flak about it.
    “Emily!” he cried, as he playfully covered up his chest. “You dirty dog, you! Stop staring at me!”
    I started laughing as I shook my head. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I responded.
    Then I reached down and unbuttoned my own jeans, carefully slipping them off so as not to accidentally slide my underwear off with them. The wet denim clung to my skin but was I able to get them down without my panties coming off. Once the jeans were down to my ankles, I stepped out of my shoes and my jeans at the same time. Connor walked over and picked my pants up from the floor. Then he stood up, sliding his gaze up and down my body.
    So there we were, standing inches from each other in nothing but our underwear. I could feel the sexual tension thrumming in the air. My body tingled and my crotch began to throb as I looked at my cowboy stepbrother who stood before me, looking as sexy as ever.
    “You are perfect,” Connor exhaled slowly.
    This is bad news, right here. I’m going to get into a lot of trouble...
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