A loner by choice and a renegade by nature.
Rogue is living up to his name. He’s lived life on his own terms, doing everything from team-roping in college, Texas Hold ‘em champion to founding his own company, Lone Wolf Oil.
Everything he’s accomplished has been in spite of Dusty Walker, a man who sired four sons by four women – none of them his wife. Rogue might be following in his father’s footsteps, but he is nothing like his father.
And he never will be if he can help it.
When he flies to Kansas for the reading of Dusty’s will, three brothers and a quarter interest in a half-billion dollar business aren’t all he finds…Rogue feels like he’s been hit by a tornado after he walks into a room and finds a woman in his bed. Not just any woman, either…
The last time he saw Kit Ross, she was racing off in her truck leaving him naked and hard by the side of the road. Of course, he deserved it; he’d hurt her. To say she wasn’t happy to see him was an understatement. And when he wins her ranch with a good poker hand, the game is on.
It’s not just poker that’s being played. They can’t keep their hands off one another. Rogue doesn’t know if he has room in his life for family and love. He doesn’t know if he can be trusted with people’s hearts and happiness. What if he’s more like Dusty Walker than he ever knew?
The Sons of Dusty Walker. Four brothers – one tainted legacy and a wild, wild ride.
They laughed and rode on. Rogue asked intelligent questions. He wanted to know what services and guides they provided and what White-Wing charged. “Do you process the deer for the guests?”
“Yes and there’s a cook provided for their overnight camping trips, if they choose to rough it rather than returning to the cabins.” To Kit’s surprise, he kept making notes on his phone. And when they rode across the fields to get nearer to where the pheasant nested, he took photos.
“We need to get a professional photographer out here. I think we need to make up some brochures and buy some advertising in Garden and Gun, maybe Southern Living or Texas Monthly.” He named some well-known periodicals. When Kit looked skeptical, he eased her mind. “This is something else I’ll take care of. Investments like these are what’s going to make the difference between a full house and vacancies.”
Kit knew he was right. “I guess I don’t have the best head for business.”
“Nonsense.” Rogue shook his head as he looked around. “Your vision was spot on. All we need to do is let people know about it. Next we’ll work on the website and some social media.” When he saw her amazed look, he winked. “I don’t know how to do this stuff. But when I got Lone Wolf off the ground, there was this young guy back in Austin who established an online platform for me. I’m sure the same type rules will apply.”
For the first time in a long time, the knot in Kit’s insides seemed to loosen. “I’m not sure how I can ever thank you. All of this is so unexpected. You didn’t have to do any of it, you didn’t owe me anything.”
Reaching over, he took her horse’s reins and tugged the mare closer. When he had her near, he leaned over and kissed her. “I never do anything I don’t want to. And I want to do this.” He captured her lips again and kissed her until the horse danced away, forcing their mouths apart.
Kit didn’t say anything as they turned to ride toward the lake. Rogue took the lead on the trail and she hung back, the fingers of one hand covering her lips where he’d kissed her.
For the next hour, she showed him the docks and fish cleaning stations, the trail that led around the lake for horseback riding and the area far away from the livestock that had been designed for skeet and target shooting. Finally, they ended up at a shady area near the lake. Dismounting, she raised her arms over her head and stretched. The hem of her shirt rose where he could see a strip of tanned, smooth skin. As she flexed, her breasts were thrust out and Rogue felt his cock respond. This erection wasn’t due to any oil beneath the ground, it was due to the sexy woman at his side
“Well, what do you think?” she finally asked.
“About what?” He teased, knowing full well what she meant.
Giving him a smirk, she expounded. “What do you think about the ranch, partner? Are you still willing to make the investment?”
“I am. I’ll get Zane on the papers as soon as we get back to the lodge.”
“Are you ready for a picnic?” She took the basket from behind her saddle.
“I’m hungry all right.” As she spread out a blanket and sat down the wicker container, Rogue untied a length of rope from his saddle.
“Are you coming?” Kit asked as she bent over.
“Soon,” Rogue whispered as he twirled the rope over his head and let it go, smiling as it gently settled over her shoulders. Before she knew it, he tightened the rope. “Gotcha.”
“Rogue!” Kit squealed as he took her by surprise. “What are you doing?”
“Flirting with you, is it working?” he asked as he threw one leg over the horse, stepping down, never letting go of the rope.
“Maybe.” She gave him a sly little smile. “You’ve caught me, now what are you going to do with me?”
Going to her, Rogue walked up behind her, wrapped her in his arms and pulled her back flush to his front. Pressing his cheek to hers, he answered, “That depends on how much privacy we have out here.”
Kit smiled, all of her female parts perking up at the possibilities. “Almost total. No one has any reason to come anywhere close today.”
Sliding his hand to her neck, he tilted her head back, brushing his thumb over her lower lips. “Good, because you’re impossible to resist.”
Kit’s stomach bottomed out. She looked up at him, drowning in his eyes. Her heart was pounding. “Rogue…” she whispered, shocked at herself at what she wanted him to do. She wasn’t certain if he truly cared for her or if he was still, in his own way, trying to make up for past mistakes. Did it really matter?
“Kiss me, Kit,” he whispered. Collaring her throat, Rogue angled her head and began to devour her mouth. Taking command of the kiss, he ravished her with lips and tongue. His chest eclipsed her back, she felt small and helpless, at his mercy. Tremors of excitement shook her to the core as he crushed her mouth with his and left her with no question as to who was in charge of her pleasure.
Knowing he didn’t need the rope to keep her in his arms, he gently removed it, turning her in his embrace. She tasted like sunshine, spring and desire. He rubbed his face on her skin, knowing he’d leave a mark – and liking it. “Lie with me,” he instructed, guiding Kit to her back on the blanket. Taking her wrists, Rogue pulled them over her head, holding them securely in the grip of one hand.
“I love kissing you,” she murmured just before he delved deep, taking complete possession of her mouth, laving and seducing her with his tongue. His other hand wasn’t idle, he palmed her breast, flicked her nipple, then moved to grasp her hip, holding her still.
Beneath him Kit writhed, bucking upward, wishing she could get closer. Her head spun and her heart took flight. The only thing tethering her to the earth was Rogue, so she clung to him, wrapping her arms and legs around him, rubbing against his thick cock. He seemed to enjoy it, Rogue rode against her, humping the vee between her legs, causing her sex to vibrate with electric arousal.
“Open up,” he moaned and she spread her legs wider, giving him more access. The noises of his appreciation made her shiver. Rogue knew how to please a woman, and Kit was grateful the woman was her. With a whimper she surrendered, tangling her tongue with his, arching against him and rubbing her breasts back and forth against the hard muscles of his chest, scrubbing and gyrating on the hard cock nudging between her legs.
“I need your hands on me,” Kit begged.
Rogue raised his head, taking in air in harsh gasps. “I have to be careful of you, I have to protect you,” he whispered, his eyes searching her face before he slanted his mouth over hers for another consuming kiss.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best Selling Author
Sable Hunter writes romance, some of it quite spicy. She writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her stories are emotional reads where the heroine is faced with challenges, like one of her favorite songs – she’s holding out for a hero – and boy, can she deliver a hero. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and sweat. If she can wring those emotions out of a reader, then she has done her job. She grew up in south Louisiana along the mysterious bayous where the Spanish moss hangs thickly over the dark waters. The culture of Louisiana has shaped her outlook on life and made its way into her novels where the supernatural is entirely normal. Presently, Sable lives in Texas and spends most of her time in wild and wonderful Austin. She is passionate about animals and has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable has been known to haunt cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave.She owns Beau Coup Publishing company where she publishes her own work as well as many other fantastic authors. Join her in her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy, to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where dreams can come true and orgasms only come in multiples.