”The sheriff stared in amazement as he saw his daughter, naked and on her hands and knees, being railed by his most-hated outlaw...”
Being the sheriff's daughter in a small Western town is tough, especially when every guy that Callie brings to her bed is dragged away by her stern father! Despite her good looks, the eligible menfolk of the town have learned to stay away, after the last guy was dragged out literally from between her legs.
But now, Callie has heard that her father's biggest enemy, the outlaw Calvera, is back in town. And Callie knows exactly what to do about it – she's going to sleep with the grizzled outlaw, to stick it to her dad! And she has a good guess as to where Calvera is hiding out...
When Calvera first spots the girl trying to sneak into his hideout, he believes that she's just another town girl. Callie doesn't enlighten the outlaw as to her true identity as the sheriff's daughter – not until she's lowering herself onto his naked form, at least!
Warning: This wild Western contains scenes of hot, steamy sex between an outlaw and the sheriff's daughter, and is meant only for adult readers!
Most of the time, I love my father. But sometimes, he can be nigh insufferable.
Like now, for instance.
“Daddy, stop it!” I shouted, ineffectually clutching the sheets up to me naked chest. Despite my shrieking, however, my father, standing tall in his cowboy boots and shiny spurs, didn't stop dragging the man who had been sharing my bed away. The man's yells mingled with the clink of my father's spurs, forcing me to have to scream to be heard.
“Listen, Callie, my rules are simple!” my father shouted, as he yanked my lover out of the bed and dragged him, still clothed only in his smallclothes, out of the bedroom. “As long as you live in my house, you will not have relations with other men!”
My now-ex lover groaned as he landed heavily on the floor. “Dang, this is no way for a sheriff to treat his townsfolk!” he cried out, as my dad dragged him out the door by his foot.
“Yeah, well, the townsfolk shouldn't be moving in on my only daughter,” my father replied, giving him one more yank and pulling him out of the house. “I might only have a few rules, as sheriff, but keepin' my daughter safe from thugs like you is one of 'em!”
Once the two men were out of the room, I buried my head in my hands. This was the third time in twice as many months, and I was on my last nerve...
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About the Author
Claire Westwood grew up in the heartland of the country, surrounded by cornfields and cattle. She spent every summer reading, and by the time she left the Midwest, she had finished nearly every fiction book in her town's public library. Claire now lives in San Francisco, where she divides her time between composing long, intimate stories to send to her overseas lover, and editing these stories to share with the world.