Shotgun Wedding

Liquid fire spread through his body, and his manhood pressed against her. To make matters worse, she slipped her legs around his middle and snuggled against him. His other arm snaked around her, and held her close. He captured her mouth in a heated kiss. He tore his lips away from hers and kissed a trail of fire down her slender throat, across her chest. Suntanned satin skin tempted him further as she leaned back. He captured her nipple in his mouth and suckled gently, flicking his tongue teasingly against the sweet morsel. Cassie cried out in passion just as the click of a gun made him tear his mouth away and look towards the bank. Carl Morgan sat on his horse, a scowl on his face, more threatening than the Devil himself. He let Cassie slide out of his arms, and she splashed into the water. He reached out and hauled her up to her feet.

Carl spoke up. "Luke, you got some explaining to do. Cassie, get your ass out of the water and put some clothes on and go home!"

"Yes, Papa."

Luke caught the smile that turned up her lips. She leaned over to him and gave him a quick kiss on the chest. He groaned and gave her a warning look, but she waded toward shore, giving him the perfect view of her lithe, sexy body and cute ass. "I can explain, Carl," he said, moving towards shore. A bullet hit the water in front of him. "There's no call for that, Carl!"