Ain't no prettier face than a kissed one.

Morgan · (This post was last modified: January 28, 2019, 05:42 AM by Morgan.)

Cracks began in the resistance he had called himself trying to keep, a dam that wasn’t any better than an upside down umbrella in a typhoon. Because the killer half of the joke was that the gruff man turned the umbrella upside down on his own and started walking into the storm. He stood at that dam, sledgehammer in hand with every word this minx whispered in his ear.

And once she threw that little biscuit out there for him, that little treat that landed right across his feet, that man let go of that umbrella and swung that sledgehammer at full force.

”Well then, less gedda move on ‘fore them folks start missin ya,” he said with that roguish charm, trying to hide his urge to take her down right on her old pack turf then and there behind a smirk of his own.

She was warming him up in all the places a married woman would a husband, and damn it all. Just her being so close to him was warming him up, and it had been a few months since he felt a woman’s touch. “Came ‘cross a dark fella who’d talked about this posse he’s settin up in some good woods west a’ here. We get moving now, we can try to beat any new settin’ snows.” Champagne gaze running a smooth trail over the trace of her cheek up to the round of her nape only to gallop over that slim back of hers. Wasn’t no girl gone settle with a rat bum scum, so he outta atleast get settled now while he could. It was good he had a girl with him now, atleast.