A Dirty Dicks Novel
Allen has never been afraid to get his hands dirty. Hard work, sweat, and
determination have gotten him where he is today—and that’s holed up in a
hospital room, wondering how he let that damn bull buck him off. He’s also
wondering why he thought it was a good idea to let his twin brother talk him
into returning home to heal.
Heaven, Texas, and only one reason to stay away. That reason comes in the form
of a sweet and feisty girl who stole his heart long before he ever thought to
give it away. The only problem…that girl has turned into a stunning woman.
curves than he has notches in his bed post. It’s been six years since he’s seen
her, six years since he’s felt any form of peace, and six years since she
gripped his heart in her delicate little hands and squeezed the life out of it.
The longer he’s in Heaven, the more he starts to realize that the heart she
took from him—the one she crushed into a million pieces—she also never gave
shoes and slip her sandals from her feet. Her eyes follow my every move.
Careful not to lift my left arm too high, I reach behind my head and pull my
shirt off. When I reach for my sweats, she sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes
glued to my cock as I let my pants fall to the floor.
me. When I undo the button of her shorts, she lifts her hips, allowing me to
pull them off, along with her white cotton panties. Sitting up, she reaches for
the bottom of her shirt, lifts it over her head, and flings it off to the side.
in front of me, I was too young to appreciate her—too young to understand the
depth of what she was giving me. But that’s no longer the case. I’ve dreamed of
her many times over the last six years, but my fantasies didn’t do her justice.
Nothing compares to having her in my bed—hair fanned out, chest heaving, creamy
skin begging for my mouth. I have to reach out to touch her to make sure she’s
beneath my touch.
your eyes on me. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ve seen every inch
of you, remember?”
long time. My body has changed.”
beautiful breasts spilling out. She shrugs out of it, and I lower my body to
hers, scarcely able to believe this is happening.
MO. She is entertained daily by her
extraordinary husband, who will forever inspire every good quality she writes
in a man. Her entire life rests in the
palms of six dirty little hands, and when the day is over and those pint-sized
cherubs have been washed and tucked into bed, you can find her typing away
furiously on her computer. She has a
love for alpha-males, brownies, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy
endings…and not particularly in that order.