Trusting Her Cowboy

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Gavin McCullough knew his family obligations prevented him from accepting a human mate, but one look into Aislyn Lankford’s golden eyes and he couldn’t resist making her his. An accident six months later left him no option but to return to the McCullough ranch and take up his duties to both his family and pack.

When Aislyn is framed for a crime she didn’t commit, her only hope is to seek help from the man who shattered her heart. Would putting her trust in Gavin again be her salvation or another mistake?

Aislyn’s heart tripped, her palm turning clammy as she took Master Gavin’s hand. Her eyes traveled from his booted feet, up his long, jean-clad legs and over the bulge pressing against his zipper that caused her pussy to flutter. The thick, wide black belt made her buttocks clench, his tight abs and hair-sprinkled broad chest revealed by the open leather vest turned her pouty nipples into stiff pinpoints. She swallowed hard as she took in his thick, corded neck and sun-kissed shadows of his lower face. She couldn’t make out his eyes but shivered as he tugged her up, picturing the bright green gleam as he yanked her against his hard frame.

“Sir,” she breathed, a surge of excitement rushing through her veins. “You’re late.”

“I’m sorry. Something came up. I’ll make it up to you.”

His clipped tone alerted her to something bothering him, but as he led her to the back of the cavernous room, ignoring the greetings from friends, she relished his urgency to get started and take-charge attitude. It had been that way from their first meeting. Something about his calm but strict demeanor had soothed her nerves, made it easier to get through her initiation into the lifestyle that had drawn her interest after her college roommate confessed about her membership here.

He stopped at the new fuck bench, the apparatus she had shown interest in last weekend only to be denied the experience because he couldn’t watch her face. She loved that about him, the way he kept his eyes on her during a scene, his gaze focused on her and her responses regardless of what was going on around them. Flicking her eyes up, she couldn’t help asking, “You’ve changed your mind about letting me try this bench?” While she was all for new experiences as long as he was her tutor, she wondered if his change of heart had to do with whatever was bothering him. A possible explanation popped into her head and her throat clogged as she took a hasty step back. “Are you trying to tell me something, Master Gavin? If you’re done with me, I’d rather…mmmf.”

Gavin’s hard mouth cut her off, his hands coming up to cup her face and hold her head still for his possession. Aislyn melted inside every time he did that, took her over and erased her doubts with his controlling kiss and hands. She opened for his thrusting tongue, groaned as he ground his lips on hers and stroked her tongue and mouth. Lifting her hands, she gripped his corded forearms, his muscles rippling under her palms, his sigh sliding into her mouth, raising those delicious goosebumps of awareness.

He lightened the pressure on her lips before sinking his teeth into her lower lip and giving a sharp tug on that sensitive flesh, the minute sting finding its way down between her legs. She dug her nails into his arms as he pulled back, some inner fear prompting her to hold on, to cling to him as long as possible.

“Let go, Aislyn.” Gavin released her face and swept his calloused palms down her arched neck, over her rounded shoulders and under the short camisole to cup her breasts. “You wanted to try the bench. I’m giving you what you want. Isn’t that what I’ve always done these past months?”

“Yes, and I have no complaints, you know that. But you seem…off tonight, and I need you to tell me if I did something to displease you.”

“You, little one, could never displease me. Now”—he released her and moved back, crossing his arms—“behave, strip and hop up.”

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