Free One Last Sunset (The Long Ranch Series Book 1) by Michel Prince Page B

had culminated in a kiss she’d never forget. Sunny’s lips made her most vivid fantasies rated G. It was as if she finally knew what her body was for.
    A cool breath of air kissed her left breast before being surrounded by the warm wet heat of Sunny’s mouth. Her fingers tangled in the mop of hair on his head as moans vibrated against her skin and she unhooked her leg from around his waist. Suckling at her breast while nimble fingers unbuttoned her shorts.
    “Please,” Melody moaned while his thick fingers slid under her thong. Her hands cradled his head and brought him up so they were locked eye to eye, as he thrust three fingers inside her slickness. His free hand held her hip and even though her legs were weakening just from Sunny thrusting deep inside her, his thumb also rubbed against her clit. “Fuck,” she moaned again, as her eyes rolled back in her head.
    “Look at me,” he commanded.
    Melody stared in his hooded blue eyes staring back at her as his rhythm increased.
    “Your pussy feels so damn good.”
    Melody panted. She’d never been talked to this way. In college, the guys were childlike grunting fools.
    “I bet you taste good too,” he purred as his thumb pressed circles harder and she didn’t even understand how he could bring her to the brink like this. Her pussy clenched hard around his fingers. “You gonna come for me? Right here when I haven’t even started with you.”
    “You haven’t,” Mel panted.
    “Melody.” His southern drawl made her name sing and her pussy clench anew. “Woman,” he groaned and claimed her lips.
    “Yeah baby, I knew you liked that shit,” a man with a Hispanic accent said.
    Sunny retracted his hand and Melody pulled her shirt back up. The man from a few days ago stood with a swollen black eye and six friends. Already trembling from being on the brink of orgasm, Melody tried to focus on what was happening, but all she could do was clutch Sunny’s muscular shoulders as she hid behind him.
    “You just wake up?” Sunny goaded the guy. “Or did I knock you into last week and you forgot the last ass whoopin?”
    “It appears you’re new in town,” the man said as he pulled out a switchblade.
    Melody started to look for an out to go get help. Something about the swish click turned her brain back on.
    “Gee Fonzie, no, I was born here, but then again is it nineteen fifty again?”
    Mel pinched Sunny. “At some point in my life I’d like to finish what we just started,” she whispered. “Would you do me a big favor and not get killed?”
    “Don’t worry, Puta , we’ll all take care of you.” The man’s laugh was followed by a chorus.
    “They don’t know who you are, do they?” Sunny laughed as he looked back at her with no fear.
    “Some uppity bitch that thinks because she went to school she’s too good for a ranch hand,” the man sneered. “Then again, maybe she’s changed her mind.”
    Three more blades emerged.
    “Leave the girl, step away now and you live,” he said.
    Mel’s heart stopped.
    “Run,” Sunny said as he shoved a guy standing at the edge of the building.
    It gave Mel a straight shot to freedom. Taking off, she turned around long enough to see Sunny toss one guy, then get knocked to the ground by another. Pushing past the guy working the door, she knocked people aside until she saw Miles leaning over to whisper in a woman’s ear. “Come quick,” she said, tugging him away.
    “Hey honey, I saw him first,” the woman said.
    “Fuck off,” Mel snapped. “Seven guys with knives are out back jumping Sunny.”
    “Clay, Monty,” Miles called without so much as a goodbye to the girl.
    The guys knew from his voice what was going on and all three burst from the club and went around the back of the club.
    Sunny was being held down by three guys with the leader standing over him threatening him with the knife to his throat.
    Clay picked up a chunk of concrete broken off a parking bumper. When the man reared back, Clay whipped