She couldn’t decide between them…
Orchid O’Neal is in love with two men. When Clint Bollinger, the man she’d thought she’d marry, leaves her behind at the Double O with Lowell Meeks, the boy she’s loved since childhood, she goes a little wild. Her outrageous behavior is shocking—and dangerous. Clint must return to set her straight and save her from herself, but when the three friends come together again, they realize that there was only one choice all along.
|Publisher:||Totally Entwined Group Ltd|
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About the Author
Delve into the emotions, dive into the erotic.
An extensive traveler who loves to incorporate various legends from around the world into her tales, author Lola White likes to twist reality at its edges in her stories. She likes delving into the emotions of her characters, finding their strengths and weaknesses, and seeing (and showing) how they get themselves out of whatever trouble has found them—if they can.
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Copyright © Lola White 2017. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.
US Marshal Clint Bollinger tied his horse to a stunted tree and carefully picked his way down the steep, wooded hill toward the flat riverbank. Beyond the sound of rushing water, he could hear the gentle laughter of the two people he cared for most in the world.
His heart clenched at the thought of leaving them, but that’s what he had to do. With the railroad expanding ever westward, new mining towns cropping up on the far edges of the plains and in the high peaks of the mountains and a whole new coast to settle, Clint was being sent farther afield. Unfortunately, he’d agreed to go wherever the government needed when he’d signed up for the job. He’d served his time in Creek Bend and was now being ‘rewarded’ with a promotion and a new location—no matter what his personal feelings were on the matter, no matter what the sight of Orchid O’Neal with her faded skirt hiked up to her knees as she waded in the shallow edges of the river did to Clint’s cock, and no matter that the grin spread out over Lowell Meeks’ mouth spurred a warm feeling of camaraderie deep within his chest—the marshal had to move on.
He didn’t know how to tell them.
“I’ll just say it,” he mumbled to himself.
Orchid laughed then looked up as if he’d announced his presence. Her pretty blue eyes sparkled with excitement the moment she noticed him pushing through the bushes. She lit up as she always did, the expression grabbing Clint’s heart every time he saw it. Nothing in the world made him feel as good as that woman’s smile.
But Lowell’s grin came close. The bond between himself and Lowell was something Clint hadn’t realized he’d hungered for until he’d discovered it—a connection that went deeper than brotherhood. As the other man leisurely climbed to his feet with a strength and lazy grace developed through years of handling unbroken, bucking horses, Clint understood that he’d never had a friend until he’d come to Creek Bend and met these two young people.
And they were young. In fact, they were just old enough that the townsfolk and Offer O’Neal, Orchid’s daddy and Lowell’s boss, hadn’t said anything outright about how much time Clint spent in their company—after all, he wasn’t old himself—but there had been plenty of askew glances.
Good thing those people couldn’t see them now, what with the way Orchid threw her lithe body against Clint’s and held on tight to his neck. He hugged her back for a minute, closing his eyes, savoring the press of her firm breasts to his chest, aware she didn’t have on a corset or anything more supportive than a shift, most likely. Under his stroking hands, she felt next to naked, and his body responded quickly.
He set her back and glanced at Lowell. The welcoming grin had fallen from the man’s face, but rather than seem perturbed at Orchid’s greeting, he was studying Clint’s eyes. Lowell reached out and dragged Orchid back a step as she chattered about nothing in particular.
The other man interrupted her soon enough. “What’s wrong, Clint?”
“Oh, well, I…um…”
Clint hesitated, his plans to simply spit out the truth dissolving at the sight of the two of them together. In the normal run of things, Clint would have asked Orchid to marry him two years ago, the moment she’d gained the proper age for marriage to a man like him. He’d have taken her with him wherever the government declared, happy for her company.
Except what would happen to Lowell? It was plain as day the boy loved Orchid. Hell, he probably had never even spoken to another woman, but he was attached to her. Clint couldn’t take Lowell’s girl from him. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.
Besides, he was having enough trouble imagining life without Lowell, too. It wasn’t like he could take them both with him, could he? No, the young man before him, standing tall, his lean body wrapped in faded work clothes, the appealing scent of horse and leather still clinging to him, needed a ranch to mind. He needed fillies to tame—and Clint didn’t just mean Orchid.
And what would people say if the three of them went off together?
“Clint?” Lowell reached out and caught his shoulder.
The pair before him made a beautiful couple. An ache formed in Clint’s gut as he looked between them and cleared his throat. Before he could chicken out again, he caught hold of his resolve. “I’m leaving Creek Bend.”
The two of them stared at him for a moment. Then Orchid asked, “For how long?”