here?’
Clara stared at the man before her. He was tall and handsome, with grayish-blue eyes and dark brown hair, a shadow of stubble around his thick jawline. She recognized him, but it still took her a second to realize from where exactly. It was the last person she’d expected to see.
‘You know how much my pa would like to catch you on his property? Damn…’
The man’s name was Bobby, Bobby Cooper. He was Ace Cooper’s only son. The heir to the Texxon business empire.
‘You look surprised,’ Bobby said, ‘don’t be. You’re not the only one who cares about the people in this state, you know.’
Clara couldn’t think of a thing to say, she just stared at him in disbelief.
‘You’re doing the right thing,’ she said finally.
‘Ha,’ Bobby snorted. He turned away, but not before Clara could read a whole world of pain and ambivalence on his handsome, sun-weathered face. ‘Am I?’ he asked, ‘either way I’m betraying somebody. Either way I’m a traitor.’
‘No,’ Clara said, stepping towards him, ‘Ace Cooper is the traitor here Bobby. He made his own choices. You’re only a traitor if you stand beside him.’
Bobby said nothing. He was still facing away from her. It was typical of all these men around here, Clara observed – as soon as they felt one bit of emotion they shut themselves off completely. She was only too familiar with that hyper-masculine cowboy attitude. It was why she’d gotten so frustrated with Harvey, her last boyfriend.
‘Look at me,’ Clara said, reaching out to place her hand on Bobby’s strong shoulder, ‘your father has ruined countless lives and now you have the choice to do something about it. That makes you a hero Bobby. I know how much you have to sacrifice here and it makes you a hero.’
The brooding cowboy turned towards her. She could smell the heat and power on his musk. ‘Is that what you really think?’ he asked her.
‘Yes,’ Clara said. She really did.
His eyes were so deep and sorrowful, even as he tried to hide the pain beneath a veneer of strength and power. ‘I’ve got some documents that could end this thing right now,’ Bobby said.
‘Then it’s your duty to make that happen,’ Clara said.
Bobby stepped closer towards her. ‘And what then?’ he asked, ‘what am I going to do then? Everything will change. We’ll lose everything.’
Clara reached out and took his strong hand in hers. She held it up towards her face, shivered as he rubbed his palm against her cheek. It felt like boiled leather on her skin. She opened her mouth as he ran his fingers over her lips. She was starting to get wet now, the whole night had been so exciting and now… Now she wanted to make it all worth Bobby’s while.
She closed her mouth gently over his fingertips, kissing him softly. Bobby tilted her head up to face him and then leaned forward and kissed her.
She put her arms around his waist, relishing the touch of his strong body beneath her hands as he kissed her, deep and tender.
‘You’re a very beautiful woman, Clara Silverman,’ Bobby said, his voice both strong and soft as he gazed at her with those deep eyes.
‘Hell, you’re pretty hot yourself, you know,’ Clara smiled and ran her hands down over his firm ass.
Bobby narrowed his eyes as something atavistic awoke inside him and he kissed her again, harder this time. Excited by the sudden display of passion Clara dug her hands into his ass, pulling him closer against her small body. A fresh of wave of excitement washed over her as she felt Bobby’s huge cock beneath his jeans, already hard as iron. She was looking forward to feeling it inside her.
As they kissed, Bobby reached down and ran his hands around her back, squeezing her flesh with primal dominance. The sensation of his touch filled her with lust and she pressed her crotch against his, as her pussy continued to plump out and moisten. This was turning out to be better than she ever could have expected.
Bobby ran his