Rowdy or Not (To Tame a Burly Man #4) Read Online Frankie Love

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Novella Tags Authors: Series: To Tame a Burly Man Series by Frankie Love
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
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“See, the way that one is set up gives us a little bit of privacy from the driver. So I was thinking that I’d take you on that ride, and when we’re far enough from everyone else, I’ll strip you down, bend you over some bales, and fuck you silly until you ask me to stop because you’re sore, and to keep going because you still want so much more than that.”

I grin devilishly at him. I like his proposal, a lot, actually. But I see one flaw in his logic. “I don’t think we want the kind of audience that’s already on that truck though, Nelson.”

“Yeah, and that’s what makes it so unfair.”

I take my phone out of my pocket and check the time. “Well, well, looks like we’ve hit our required attendance time at this event in order to fulfill the duties of the King and Queen of the Fall Ball.”

“Have we, now? We’re free to go?”

I nod. “Why don’t we blow this pumpkin patch and go somewhere a bit more private? Far away from kids who would have questions, and the parents who would be so furious at us.”

He laughs, his smile growing as he never breaks eye contact with me. “Well then, given your place is currently housing a man who hates the very air I breathe, how about we head to my place?”

“I think I like that idea, Nelson. I think I like that idea a whole damn lot.”

We start toward his truck, waving at the festival goers as we pass, trying to do the whole king and queen thing right.

But the temptation is too much to deny. It’s going to turn to torture if I deny myself for too much longer.

And I know once I get into that truck with him, I’m committed to something that would make my father’s anger shift from intense displeasure to apoplectic.

So be it. I’m my own woman. I have my own desires.

And I desire Nelson.

He drives over to the Rowdy land, down a road beside the massive grazing fields they maintain for the good of their cattle. We pull up to a small cabin, which isn’t much to look at.

“Sorry if this isn’t up to your standards, your highness.”

“This is where you live?” I ask.

“Yeah. Between this and my dad’s place. There’s a half-dozen cabins spread around the Rowdys’ acres of land. Dad wanted a place for anyone out in the fields to retreat to if a storm rolled in, as often happens up here in Washington. When us Rowdy boys got older and wanted our own places, but didn’t have families to justify buying houses, we claimed these cabins as our own private places. They have electricity and plumbing, and they’re just little, quaint places. One bedroom, one bathroom, and a fireplace, just in case things get bad.”

“Sounds perfect for us right now,” I smile, rubbing his thigh as he turns off the truck.

“Don’t think this is slumming it too much for a princess like you?”

“I said it already, Nelson, it’s perfect for us right now.”

“I don’t know. I’m fresh out of college myself, and I’ve always had bigger aspirations for home and family, but I don’t have much to my name right now.”

“None of that matters to me, Nelson. I want you to do what you want with your education and career and all that... and maybe I’ll even be part of that family.”

We both grin like idiots as we exchange glances.

“But money? Being born into it, I can say after a certain point it doesn't mean all that much to me. Look at my father. He’s rich, but he seems miserable all the time, still nursing an old grudge instead of stepping back and realizing how utterly stupid it is. Dad’s living proof that more money does not equal more happiness.”

We step out of the truck, and make our way to the cabin. He unlocks the door, and I follow him in.

“If money isn’t what’s going to make you happy, then what is, Nicole?”

The door closes behind us, and we move into a nice, modest living room. There’s a fireplace in the center, a long couch, and a plush rug between them. It’s just the basics, and sometimes that’s all you need.

He kicks off his boots and stretches out, looking my way, waiting for my answer.

I give him a soft smile and then speak from my heart. “You, Nelson. You’re the thing that’s going to make me happy.”

Then I strike. I leap into his arms and he’s so eager to catch me. He pulls me close for a powerful kiss. The delightful tingling spreads over me as our embrace grows more intense, tongues entwining, so marvelously horny for one another. His hands go down my sweater, then infiltrate it to get more of a hold on me.



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