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Suddenly off-balance, she fell backward. As her shoulders landed against the brick wall of the building, Logan pressed his chest into her soft breasts. He saw slight concern in her gaze the moment she realized she couldn’t stop his actions. Arms locked behind her, shoulders pressed to the wall, Jocelyn’s movements were blocked from any hope of escape.
She was well and truly under his control, right where he wanted her. The frown marring her expression deepened when she tried to dislodge her arms, but he held her in place.
“Now that we’re all alone, here’s what I’m capable of.” Logan blistered her mouth with the most seductive kiss he could manage. Licking his way between her lips to tangle with her tongue, Logan soon pressed his hips forward as his cock rose to the occasion. She tried to move her arms again, but he held her down. He liked having complete command of situations such as these. In fact, he insisted on utter control.
If this wasn’t the experience she was looking for and she tried to get loose again, Logan would back off and let her go. He ravished her mouth as forcefully as he dared until he heard the barest of moans from her throat. Smiling to himself in triumph, he then turned the kiss way up to the volcanic level. He pressed his rising cock into her belly to the same tempo as his tongue commanding the space in her mouth.
She only moaned louder with each push.
Logan was just about ready to move some clothing out of his way, unzip his pants, and go for it. With the very sweet and subdued Jocelyn pinned against the wall of this building and even in broad daylight, Logan suddenly wanted her with everything that was in him.
“Excuse me. Aren’t you the stable master here in town?” came the completely unwanted, yet not unfamiliar voice from the direction of the wooden sidewalk, disrupting his lusty desires.
Chapter Two
Kendall rode into town after what he considered the debacle at the mock stagecoach robbery with the intent to find Logan and scold him once more for his stupidity with the admittedly attractive passenger. Pretty or not, the beautiful girl was a stranger. They didn’t know who she was or her intent. What if she were the newest reporter sent to discover what imaginary lurid, prurient sexual acts went on in the local saloon on any given day? Maybe she was just an enthusiastic passenger. However, it was borrowed trouble he didn’t want to address currently.
While there were a few lurid and prurient sexual acts going on after hours, the Old West Town park was mostly family friendly. Well, PG-13, given the mild violence of the daily mock shootouts. At least until Logan devoured the lips of the beautiful guest this morning, it had been fairly tame anyway.
He’d immediately gone to his “sheriff’s” office and into a private room where the twenty-first century lived to discover the identity of the woman Logan was marking as “his woman” earlier.
“Jocelyn Demarco,” he read out loud from the computer screen showing her limited information and short video of her ticket purchase earlier at the entrance gate.
The name didn’t ring any bells of either recognition or alarm. If she was a reporter, blogger, or someone else out to get him, she was a newcomer. He pushed out a sigh, hoping for none of the above.
The front ticket office had already informed him there was a zealously overbearing freelance blogger already on the loose in town. The man reportedly only seeking the “truth” had done several articles on the Old West Town park and what he called “questionable practices” of the amusement park. Privately, when asked to stop, the jerk congratulated himself on giving their business helpful publicity.
Kendall wished the guy would stop giving them so much helpful publicity. The guy was a troublemaker. He always started out with some backhanded compliments stressing a sarcastic use of the word authentic with regard to their town and then asking pointed questions about what went on after the park closed.
Up to now, Kendall had always been able to deflect this odious man, but as sure as the world, Reggie Bender, by merely being in town today, would most certainly discover what happened with Logan earlier. He’d promptly put his own personal and salacious spin on it. His columns were filled with tawdry claims under the guise of being the truth. Instead of Bender Seeking the Truth, he should call his site, Almost Never Factual by Bender.
