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  “Lacey’s a graphic designer,” said Flynn.

  “She put drawings on my wall too,” said Emily. “Can we go see Uncle Shane on the way home?”

  “Emily, he’s gone into Hamilton on sheriff’s business,” said Lacey.

  “Can I stay to see him when he gets back?” she tugged on Flynn’s arm.

  “Suddenly I’m no longer the number one guy in my girl’s life,” he said.

  “I have a better idea, why don’t you stay for dinner and stay overnight? You can help me put together the mobile for the crib. And it will give your dad an opportunity to introduce Natalie to the nightlife in town.”

  “Yeah, let me stay with them,” said Emily tugging on his arm again.

  “Well, I guess me and Natalie will have to entertain ourselves tonight,” said Flynn.

  Why had that sounded like the best thing she’d heard in months?

  ****

  Had Lacey been playing matchmaker?

  Flynn knew she loved having Emily stay over. She’d been kind to his daughter since the first time she’d met her. But somehow he got the feeling she’d seen the way he’d looked at Natalie while they’d been visiting. Did he have I’m smitten with this woman, written all over his face? It had been so long since he’d had this bubbly nervousness in the pit of his stomach that he’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be this attracted to someone.

  He’d tried his best not to think too far ahead just in case she was here one day, gone the next. However, each hour he spent with Natalie, he grew more attached to her. He’d dropped off an overnight bag for Emily and now he was on his way to the motel where Natalie was staying. He’d told her to wear something casual. He’d thought about taking her to the steak restaurant just a few miles out of Timber Creek, but finally decided on the bar and restaurant right in the heart of town because it was music night and lots of local folks would be there so she might get to know some people. She’d feel more at home and hence instead of looking for a vacation home, make it a permanent one. Yeah, Timber Creek wasn’t overrun with attorneys so one more wouldn’t hurt.

  He knocked on the door of her motel room and when she opened it he realized she’d not listened to his words about being casual. Here he was in his jeans and denim shirt and she’d put on a dark red wrap around dress that clung to her thighs and breasts too.

  His heart raced, and yes, he’d be honest, his cock twitched too just thinking about spending the evening with her.

  “That’s not what we call casual around these parts,” he said. “But you look beautiful.”

  “Thank you. Let me just grab my purse, and I’ll be right with you.”

  He leaned against the door jamb as he waited and watched her put on her jacket before swinging the purse strap over her shoulders.

  “I thought you might like to see our local bar,” he said closing the door for her. “It’s not all about drinking. The food’s great, and on Saturday nights they have live music.”

  “Sounds like fun.”

  They got into the truck and Flynn turned up the heater before he pulled out onto the main road. He didn’t want her thinking Montana was too cold.

  “Seems Emily loves Lacey and your brother. And your other brother too,” she said.

  “Yeah, she does. Her gran too, and they love her which makes me feel a lot happier. She’s not easy at times, but they all have lots of patience with her.”

  “It must have been difficult for you raising her without the help of a wife.”

  “I couldn’t have done it without my family.”

  “Did you know she had Down syndrome before she was born?”

  If the relationship was going to continue it was probably best she knew about Emily. Well, not the whole story, only his brothers and his mother knew the true story of how he came to be her father.

  “Emily’s not my natural child. My wife and I adopted her, and yes, we knew she was a special child.”

  He turned to look at Natalie. He was sure he saw tears in her eyes.

  “That was wonderful of you,” she said.

  She dabbed the corner of her eye with a tissue. He’d been right. Those were tears in her eyes. And it made him want her even more.

  ****

  Natalie loved the fact that his hair was long enough that it curled over the back of his shirt collar. She ran her fingers through it as they swayed in perfect time with the music. She hadn’t counted on her child’s father being do damn sexy and hot. Sleeping with him had been the last thing she’d imagined doing when she’d met him, but she wanted him to make love to her tonight. Did he have that on his agenda too? She hoped so or she’d be taking a cold shower at the motel as soon as she got back.

  He ran his hand up her back, just to the left of her spine and it sent shivers of a good kind throughout her body. She’d had too much wine, but she’d been nervous when they’d first stepped into the bar. Now her senses were lowered, and she was beginning to relax.

  He told her that he’d adopted Emily, that he’d known she was a Down syndrome baby, yet still wanted her. It had moved her, touched her heart, and she’d almost blurted out a thank you for taking my child and giving her a loving home. But she was still being cautious, yes, selfish too, not revealing who she was and why she’d come to town. She’d stepped over a line and couldn’t go back. The way was forward and once she felt comfortable about having his trust, then she’d tell him.

  She realized the deeper they got involved the more that was at stake by not being completely honest up front. But if he banished her at this point, she’d have to leave and she’d never see her daughter again. She wanted to be with her some more; teach her to knit, and teach her other things too. She also wanted to get to know Flynn much, much more.

  Natalie began crying and hoped Flynn didn’t see her. Resting her head on his shoulder, she closed her eyes and listened to the music and was sure she could hear Flynn’s heart beating. She’d only known him for a bit but the last time she felt exactly like this, she was falling in love with Emily’s father.

  Chapter Nine

  The wine had relaxed her, made her uninhibited. She’d pulled Flynn up to the motel room and inside where it was warm, cozy, and the night was young.

  “Come here beautiful lady,” he said pulling her in close.

  He kissed her. He was a great kisser. They were going to make love. His cock was rigid and pressed against her belly. She could only imagine how it would feel inside her.

  My scar.

  He’d see her scar. Unless of course she got creative.

  She had the perfect plan. Natalie pulled away from him and bunched up her dress and pulled down her pantyhose and panties. Flynn didn’t take his eyes off her and the undergarments now lying on the top of her feet.

  “Is someone in a hurry for sex?” He reached for the belt on her dress ready to tug it, but she stopped him.

  “Take me like this with my dress on, but nothing underneath.”

  “Is that what you like? Because I had visions of the first time we had sex, you sprawled naked on the bed with your legs wide apart and…

  Shit, that sounded so much better, but for now, it had to be her way.

  “This is my fantasy,” she said.

  He smiled. “I have to admit that it turns me on too.”

  Without trying to talk her into sex his way, he got down on his hands and knees. He wrapped his arms around her legs and began kissing her calves, and then her thighs. He kissed her mound through her dress while running his hands over her butt. Maybe this was a lot sexier than she’d thought. Yes, maybe this would work out for the best for both of them.

  Flynn slid his hands around to the front of her body, gliding over her skin, like an expert massage therapist, and soon his fingers were running over her pubic hair. He glided a finger deep within her folds, catching her clit and stopping just short at the entrance of her pussy. Without warning, his long finger slipped inside her.

  It felt so good.

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  “Come on baby, relax because you feel very tense and I want you to enjoy this.”

  He’d called her baby. Those four letters made her feel sexy. Made her feel wet and hot where it mattered the most.

  And he was right about the tense pussy. She was nervous not only about the having sex with someone new, but making love with the man who’d had adopted her daughter.

  He slid his finger back and forth, exciting her nerve endings, and stimulating her juices some more. It had been so long since a man had worked her body, and yes, mind into such a state.

  Flynn withdrew his finger, stood, and looked her in the eye. “So you’re sure you want to do it like this?”

  She nodded. She wanted him, wanted him now.

  He put his hands on her biceps and walked her backwards until her butt gently hit the wall.

  “Pull down my fly.”

  His voice sounded deeper, his tone a little demanding, but she suddenly liked that quality. Flynn Monroe would be her first much older man. That excited her too. Nothing like experience in the bedroom.

  She did what he’d asked, eased down his fly, and went one step more by pushing her hand inside his boxers. His rigid cock hit her palm.

  He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a foil package as she worked her hand up and down his shaft, feeling it pulse, feeling its veins pump with blood, and a tiny dribble of pre- cum clinging to its head. He was big and long and her pussy throbbed thinking about it inside her.

  He pushed her hand out, dropping his pants and boxers and with a certain finesse she’d never seen before, and then slipped the rubber over his dick.

  “I have to admit I haven’t had sex in a long time so I might be a little rough and quick, but it’s only the beginning of what’s to come,” he said.

  Rough and quick sounded fine with her.

  Flynn yanked her dress up. She hoped he didn’t see the scar, but luckily the room was half lit. He nudged her thighs apart and then she felt the pressure as he parted her pussy lips and pushed his cock way up inside her.

  Holy shit. It had never felt so good. A man hadn’t excited her quite like this.

  He grabbed her and she held his arms as he thrust upward, almost lifting her feet off the ground. The big, strong cowboy taking her rough and against the wall. Her butt slapped against it a few times and she wondered if she’d have a bruised ass. Right now she didn’t care.

  They kissed, this time mouths open, tongues slipping over the other’s lips. Where had he learned to kiss like this? He pushed his cock up higher, hitting her G-spot and almost making her go cross-eyed. Instinct told her to wrap her legs around his hips. She lifted herself up to do just that, sending his dick toward the back of her pussy. He pushed harder, making her butt bounce off the wall.

  He licked her neck, making a groaning sound as he drove harder and deeper. Her ass continually hit the wall now, exciting her more and forcing her to dig her fingertips into his shoulders.

  She was coming in record time. Usually it took a lot of work on the guy’s part to get her even close to the edge. The pleasure began in her toes and traveled up her legs to her butt and then, that was it. Her pussy pulled and tensed and she moaned into his neck, biting him in the process. He drove hard two more times and then she felt the pressure inside her body that told her he’d climaxed too.

  Flynn rested his forehead on hers, slowly putting her back on the ground. The thick pile of the carpet squished through her toes and even that felt good.

  “That was a slice of heaven,” he said.

  He pulled at her dress. She knew he wanted to take it off her, but she held it in place.

  “Honey if you’re worried about being…”

  “Heavy,” she said.

  “I was going to say curvy, don’t be because I like my women big, and that’s the very reason I want to see you naked.”

  “It’s not that.”

  “Then what is it, you got a tattoo you don’t want me to see or what?”

  This was stupid. This wasn’t going to be a one-time fuck. Or at least she hoped it wasn’t going to be. They couldn’t always do it standing with her still wearing her dress.

  “It’s because of this.” She let the dress open. “You might as well see it.”

  He ran his hands over the scar a few inches above her pubic hair. She had a tear in her eye, remembering the day they’d cut her open and took her baby from her body. Emily. His daughter.

  “You had an operation and you think the scar is ugly or what because I don’t.”

  “It’s from a C-section.”

  “You have a child?”

  She shook her head. She should own up, but she couldn’t. Now she’d crossed the line by miles. She couldn’t risk losing him.

  “I lost her.”

  “I’m so sorry.” He kissed her forehead. “So you were married?”

  “No, I got pregnant while I was in high school.”

  “No shame in that. Happens all the time.”

  Not to nice little rich girls. Or at least that’s what my mother told me.

  He pulled the dress off her shoulders and then took off her bra. He held her breasts.

  “I knew you’d be quite the view without your clothes, but I didn’t expect to see the most beautiful woman in the world standing before me.”

  ****

  Flynn couldn’t get enough of her body. He loved every inch of it. He sucked her nipple while swirling his finger around inside her pussy. She wiggled and groaned, and he loved that too. He tickled the back of her channel, loving the little guttural sound she made. He guessed by the grip on his finger she was about to come.

  Should he let her, or should he slip inside her and let his cock take her all the way?

  He liked the latter more. Good thing, he’d already sheathed himself. Flynn got up on his knees and nudged her thighs apart and glided into her. Her warmth and tightness made him feel like the luckiest man in the world.

  Her breasts were the most beautiful he’d seen; full and their nipples a dusty pink. He touched them, she touched his arm, and for the first time in forever, he felt a connection. A woman he could envision having a future with.

  Flynn rocked his hips some more, diving into her deeper and faster. She pushed her legs up behind him, touching his butt as she rested her calves on him. The action made his cock slide into her pussy even farther and she groaned and pushed her chin into the air. He raised himself up, straining harder against her body until he heard her draw in her breath and then call out his name.

  Not just a groan, a moan, but his name. Someone had sent this woman to him. It had to be fate that had sent her car into the ditch and him finding her.

  He ran his hands over her breasts again, feeling his own climax building and building until he saw stars and fireworks. It was getting better each time they made love.

  Flynn stayed inside her, resting his body down upon hers.

  Yes, this time around he’d hit the jackpot.

  Chapter Ten

  “I can’t do it.”

  Emily threw the wool and needles across the room and got up and paced up and down. For the first time since she’d meet her daughter, she had no idea what to do. Flynn had left them alone while he went out to feed the cattle, and Natalie had thought it the perfect time to give Emily her first knitting lesson.

  “I didn’t get the hang of it the first time either,” she said. “Let’s give it another try.”

  “Don’t want to.”

  “You can do it. I know you can.”

  “Cannot.” She stomped her feet on the ground.

  “Emily, you have to try.”

  “Don’t want to. It’s stupid.”

  Emily picked up the wool and threw it at Natalie just as Flynn walked through the door.

  “Hey, just what do you think you’re doing young lady?”

  “It’s stupid. I can’t do it.’

  “No one can do something on the first try, that’s why we have to learn,” said Flynn.


  “I won’t do it, I won’t do it.”

  She picked up the needles and hurled them at her father. He ducked out of the way but one caught his cheek and made it bleed. He wiped it with his fingers and looked at it.

  “How dare you do something as dangerous as throwing something sharp at a person. Go to your room and stay there, okay. I’m tired and I don’t need your crap.”

  She didn’t argue with him but stormed out of the room. A door slammed shut a few minutes later. A painting fell from the wall to the ground. Flynn took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair.

  Natalie guessed she’d been around long enough now to see all the frustration that Flynn had to deal with as a parent. Everything she hadn’t while she’d gotten on with her life and career. She suddenly felt guilty.

  “I’m so sorry about that,” he said.

  “Nothing to apologize about. All kids get frustrated, and she’s no different.” Natalie stood and walked over to him. “Let’s get that cleaned up,” she said pointing to the gash on his face.

  They walked out to the kitchen and Natalie reached for a paper towel and ran it under the tap and then dabbed it on his cheek.

  “I guess it was my fault for being an awful teacher,” she said.

  “No, she gets like that when she gets frustrated. She thinks she can do something right the first time. Shit, none of us can do that, but she doesn’t understand it and thinks it’s because she has Down’s. She wants to be like other kids and can’t understand why she isn’t.”

  Natalie swallowed the lump forming in her throat. This man had dealt with a lot yet he was kind and patient. Maybe that’s why she was falling in love with him.

  Falling in love. Yeah, that’s what was happening.

  “Will she be okay?” asked Natalie, trying to stay focused on the moment.

  “Sure. She’s gotten a little worse since she started her periods. I think it’s getting close to that time of the month.”

  Her daughter was already a woman.

  “Yeah, I’ve been known to throw a few things when I have PMS,” she said.