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Whatcha Gonna Do With A Cowboy
by Jodi Linton
Series: Deputy Laney Briggs, #2
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Mystery
Publisher: Entangled: Ignite
Release Date: August 18, 2014
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Some cowboys are worth getting dirty for.
In her latest adventure, sassy Deputy Laney Briggs discovers the local high school football coach passed out under the stadium bleachers wearing nothing but a smile…and his wife’s lingerie.
Things really start to get wild when she runs into the smoking hot Federal Marshal, Colt Larsen, snooping around the Granger’s house. Quicker than a cold snap comes and goes in Texas, Laney finds herself up to her eyeballs in a case involving a ruthless motorcycle gang, a Mexican drug cartel, a kidnapping, and a shoot-out to rival the O.K. Corral.
In over their heads, Laney calls in the big guns—her very own Texas Ranger, Gunner Wilson, who’s ready to fulfill every last one of her desires. But as things heat up between them, the stakes get higher than ever, and Gunner’s help may not be enough for Laney to get out alive…
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I plopped into my chair, tossed my hat on top of the desk, then did the same with my legs. Leaning back, I shifted my weight to get comfortable and opened my mouth to begin telling him everything that had gone down since we’d parted ways at the stadium. “The gentleman I was speaking with is—”
“What the pretty lady was about to say,” a voice said, cutting me off in mid-sentence, “was that I’m the federal marshal she met at the Grangers’ place.”
I peeked past Elroy and wanted to die on the spot.
There, hunkered down in the back corner of the station, a hip resting against the wall, and a muscular arm tossed over the Igloo water cooler, was Colt Larsen. “How the hell…?”
He moved away from the wall and stood in the middle of the room, straight and tall. “More precisely, I’m Federal Marshal Colt Larsen from Tarpon Pass.” The smug asshole extended his hand toward Elroy.
“Tarpon Pass,” Elroy said, shaking his hand. “Now where might that be?”
“It’s down on the coast. Not too far south of Rockport,” Colt answered.
“Never heard of the place,” Elroy said.
“It’s a nice town,” Colt replied, then fixing his eyes on me, he added, “We’d love to have you come out and visit. We welcome folks of all kinds in our town.”
Elroy wiped his mouth. “My, my, a federal marshal.” He shot a look my way. “I bet Gunner’s going to lose it when he finds out you’ve tagged yourself another cowboy.”
Colt let out a short cough. “Do you mean Gunner Wilson?”
“Yeah. Who else would I be talking about?”
“I’ll be damned.” He smiled. “You’re the Laney Briggs.”
I shrugged. “And your point is?”
“It just all makes perfect sense why you shot at me tonight, that’s all.” He smiled some more, crossing by the desk and making a turn down the corridor leading to the single jail cell.
I got up and stalked after him. “Colt Larsen,” I shouted at his distancing back, “I’m warning you. If you take another step, I’ll…”
He spun around. “You’ll what? Shoot me?”
“Maybe.” I fisted my hands at my side. “Are you always a pain in the ass?”
He pulled off his hat and scratched his head. “Yes, ma’am. Well, that’s what my ex-wife used to always tell me.”
That silenced me for a minute. Before I could cough up a reply, Colt took it upon himself to help me out.
“I can’t believe it. The infamous Laney Briggs is speechless,” he taunted, winking. “Is it that you don’t see me as the marrying type?”
I narrowed my eyes and called, “Elroy, get the keys to the cell. We’re about to have ourselves a little chat with Mr. Granger.”
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I blew a piece of hair off my bottom lip. “It takes two if you wanna party.”
He tongued me through the scrap of silk, deepening the kiss as he shoved aside the fabric and slid his thumb across my swollen, wet, and oh so hungry pussy. “You’ll get your turn, darling.” He nudged my knees to spread my legs wider, and being the good girl that I am, I made him room.
“This is so unfair.”
“I never said I play fair, Laney,” he said, and teasingly tugged at the hair surrounding my slick nub.
And then my G-string met its fate around my ankles. No complaining on my part when he flicked a finger across my love button. I threw my head back over the armrest and spread my legs even wider. He was having way too much fun taking his time, getting me bowed up more than a Halloween cat. He pulled at my erect nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
I lifted my head off the couch, ready to beg him for relief, but damned if I’d do it. “Shit! I’m not gonna be able to take much more, Gunner. I’m about to come as it is.”
He grazed his thumb across my clit and pinched. “Does that feel like I’m done with the foreplay, darling?” he asked casually and then applied pressure.
“Oh Lord almighty,” I gasped. “You can’t do that.”
“This?” He chuckled, squeezing gently again.
It was time for those Wranglers to find a new home. On the floor looked mighty cozy. I grabbed at his huge belt buckle in hopes of setting that mind-blowing dick free, but that was before he drove two fingers into me and made me arch, gasping, off the couch. He practically killed me, thrusting against the outer lips of my sex. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, my toes curled, and he’d hit the mark when he pushed deeper at the exact moment he nipped at my swollen tit, drawing it between his teeth, and sucking hard and quick.
“I’m dying here, cowboy,” I screamed when a third finger impaled me.
He smiled at me, and shit, I knew I was in deep trouble. It took only one look at those lethal brown eyes to know he was fixing to give me a run for my money.
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