Free Texas Wild (western romance and sex) (western romance) by Cristina Grenier Page A

she purred. “If you take a shower, I might let you have more than just a kiss.”
    Her words brought him to full attention and he broke away from her and looked at her. His eyes traveled up and down her form, taking in her breasts, her waist and her legs all in one glance. “If I take a shower?” he asked. “I can..?”
    “Ummmhmmm, cutie,” she flirted. “Hurry, we don’t have all night. You sister will be looking for you soon.”
    “I dished, I dinched,” he sputtered. “I ditched her in town.” He grinned like a mischievous school boy. His face suddenly changed to a question before he asked it. “You know my sister?”
    “Yes,” she replied. “I know Amy.”
    “Hey!” he exclaimed as a light came on in his head suddenly. “I have a sister named Amy.”
    “Yes,” she replied patiently. “I know. She’s my friend.” She started guiding him toward the bathroom.
    “What’s your friend’s name?” he slurred.
    “My friend’s name is Amy,” she repeated as she pushed him into the bathroom.
    “My sister’s name is Amy!” he exclaimed again. He stopped suddenly and turned back toward her. She was afraid that she had failed and he would soon come roaring out of the bathroom and she couldn’t stop him. Instead, however, she saw a light blink on in his head. “Hey, maybe you and your friend Amy could do me together, for my birthday. Today’s my birthday.”
    “I don’t think Amy would want to do it with her brother,” she replied.
    “No, not my sister,” he replied. “That’s disgusting. Your friend Amy and you.”
    “My friend is your sister,” she answered.
    It took a moment for it all to sink in. When it finally did, he looked up into her eyes. The serious look bored through her. “You know my sister?”
    “Yes,” she replied.
    “You won’t tell her, right?”
    “Not if you get in the shower,” she answered. The thing with drunks is that you had to use their own ideas to manipulate them. “When you’re smelling nice and fresh, we’ll have our own little birthday party and Amy’s not invited.” She smiled at him and raised her eyebrows slightly. “But you have to take a shower first.”
    The action happened so fast that she didn’t have time to turn away before he had dropped his pants and underwear and started pulling off his shirt. He was pretty well endowed. Even in a flaccid state he was equipped with a pretty nice package. Amy tried to look away as his shirt came off, but the buff chest, shoulders and arms over a trim, firm set of abs, caused her to look back and take another scan of the physique that he presented. She noticed also that the toe of one boot was working on the heel of the other. It was quite a struggle, but it was only a little more than a minute before he was standing completely naked in front of him.
    “You better take your shower,” she whispered, trying to gather her wits back together. If he wasn’t a drunk asshole, he was a tempting piece of meat. She turned away from him closing the door behind her. She heard the water in the shower come on and he suddenly erupted in song. She didn’t recognize the song, but she could hear it very clearly through the door as she moved back down the hall to the living room. She hoped that Amy would show up before he got out of the shower.
     
     

Chapter 2
     
    Reenie had escaped from Boston after having had been so badly burned by the man whom she was about to marry. He was a lying bastard who she caught in bed with a red head from Philly. The picture of her pale skin, huge breasts and bright red hair spilling down over her arched back and bare ass while she was riding her fiancé was still burned on her mind. The heavy breathing and soft moans from the two of them was burned into her brain as well and she had immediately turned and walked out the door without looking back.
    She didn’t give a damn about anything anymore. Her job, her clothes, her stuff; none of it mattered when her heart instantly shattered