MY interview with Clair

1. Will you tell us a little about yourself?

My name is Rebecca Schaefer. Sable Hunter is my penname. I live in Austin, TX. I have two dachshunds and a very small family. My lifestyle is reclusive, I am a very private person. I write romance of all varieties, mostly cowboy with suspense elements and lots of hot to-die-for sex. I’ve written almost 50 books in seven series, my most popular is the Hell Yeah! I am fortunate enough to be a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. My hobbies are ghost hunting and traveling. I travel to research my books.

2. Why did you start to write?

I’ve always enjoyed storytelling. I’ve done it orally in several capacities as a public speaker. I also like a particular kind of book – the strong alpha male brought to his knees by a woman who doesn’t think she’s perfect, but he thinks she’s perfect for him. I enjoy weaving stories about people with challenges. So, when I couldn’t find a book I wanted to read, I would write my own.

Have you always longed to write a book or was there a trigger? Writing was something I always dreamed of doing, but I was too practical – an accountant of all things. What triggered me was trying to entice a younger member of my family to write. I knew that was where his talent lay, so I challenged him to get a book published. Well, it didn’t work for him, but it did for me– the one I wrote began to sell – – and the rest, as they say – is history.

3. What sort of books do you write? Fully plotted contemporary romance with suspenseful elements, and sometimes a touch of the paranormal. Most of my books are cowboy, some are Cajun and a few are other things like firemen or military. But all have the distinction of having an alpha male with a heart of gold. Plus I add lots of delicious sex. But I do pride myself in the fact that you can remove the sex and still have a full, complete and entertaining story. The sex moves the plot, it isn’t gratuitous. I have a friend who says they come to my books for the sex and they stay for the story. That’s a compliment.  

Why did you choose that particular genre? Because it’s what I like to read and there is great value in a book that entertains, makes you feel good about yourself and teaches you something at the same time. I try to work those elements in. I research places, events, history and folklore to add extra dimension to my stories.

4. How autobiographical are your stories? Well, I wouldn’t say autobiographical, unless you count the insecurities of the heroines – they are all mine. But…there are family stories, funny things, paranormal happenings, and inside jokes in my books. If you do something around me that’s noteworthy, it makes it into a book. If you do something crazy – it makes it into a book. If I get mad at you, I make you a villain and kill you off. If I have a crush, you become the hero. THIS STUFF HAS TO COME FROM SOMEWHERE!

5. Have you a favourite setting for your stories? Yes, Central Texas and South Louisiana. There is nowhere more beautiful than the Texas Hill Country. It’s cowboy country, but it’s also hip and ritzy and artistic. I love it here. South Louisiana is mysterious, romantic and a place where the supernatural is considered normal. I have the best of both worlds. 


I write what I know, they are my home stomping grounds. One of the greatest compliments I receive is when I get letters saying that a person from another part of the US or the world is coming to Texas and Louisiana to see the places that I wrote about.

6. Do you ever fall for your characters? All the time. If I don’t fall for them, how can I expect anyone else to? I have a type. Most women do. So, all of my male characters have similar features and personalities. I fantasize about them. I dream about them. I write series so I can revisit them – I don’t want to let them go, so I don’t.

7. Do your characters ever surprise you? Of course they do. I create them, but they have a certain element of free will. I remember when I was writing MY ALIYAH about these hard-headed, tough as nails Texas Ranger – alpha as they come. He fell for this Mossad Agent that had been hired to protect him and they almost killed one another at the beginning. Then, when I wasn’t looking – I caught that rascal sneaking in with a bunch of wild flowers behind his back. Well…I let him do it and it worked – she let him into her bed. Ha!

8. How do you get yourself in the mood for writing? HA! I get hungry. My writing is how I live, that’s incentive enough. But…. I turn on the TV, I have to have noise but I hate for music to be playing, it annoys the heck out of me. I’d rather have the cooking channel or QVC or the blooming news than music. I get a cup of coffee or a diet coke and put it on the table beside me. I get comfortable – a sundress, usually – no shoes! And I get a dog in the chair with me and I’M GOOD TO GO!

9. What is the strangest place you have written in?

I write my books and run my little empire from the recliner, which is strange enough. But I tend to write wherever I am. I don’t compose stories in a notebook, I’m too lazy. But I do write down ideas, even dialogue when in a restaurant or in the car – I’ve even done it IN CHURCH! Which when you write what I do, is probably a SIN! At home, I’ve tried the ‘dragon’ where you talk instead of type, and that worked out well until I discovered the dogs were in the background and they were picking up their voices also – so it went something like this: He pulled her flush against him, she could feel his massive BARK BARK erection pressed up against her hungry core. She rubbed again him, pressing her BARK BARK hungry nipples BARK BARK against his hard BARK BARK chest. – – – didn’t work.

10. Have you ever experienced ‘writer’s block’ and how did you cope with it?

I refuse to acknowledge it. I call it ‘getting stuck’. And when I get stuck on one book, I go to another one until the jam in my imagination loosens and then I continue on.

11. Describe your perfect first date.

I never had a perfect first date unless I fantasized it and wrote about it. So, that’s what I’ll do here. I am old fashioned. I like the idea of meeting someone and them asking for my phone number. I want him to call and talk awhile, then ask me out for coffee. Taking it slow keeps the passion on simmer. After we go through the phone call and coffee and the chemistry is still there, I would like to be asked out for dinner. I live on the river and a dinner cruise is very romantic. Afterward, a walk by the river and if he’s very good….I might ask him back to my house for a ‘night-cap’ – which would include no sex, but I might make out on the couch. Ha!

12. If you could live anywhere in the world where would you choose and why?

I live in Austin, right on the Colorado River within spitting distance of Matthew McConaughey, I am where I want to be. My books are set here, my family lives here. I have 6th Street, Whole Foods, Lake Travis, Texas wine country and all the BBQ I can eat.


1.      Chocolate or ice-cream? Chocolate ice cream. Actually, I’m on a no-sugar diet, but I do buy low carb cheesecake.

2.      Favourite tipple. I’m sorry, I don’t have a clue as to what a tipple is. I’ll have to look it up. AH! An alcoholic drink! Maybe they should call it a TIPSY instead of a TIPPLE. That would make more sense to me…but to answer the question – A FREAKIN’ MARGARITA!

3.      Seaside or forest? I lived most of my life in Deep East Texas in the piney woods on a swamp BUT we were only two hours north of Galveston….so I shall say both.

4.      Rain or sun? Rain, every time. I don’t like bright sunshine, it hurts my eyes. Part vampire.

5.      Christmas or birthday? HALLOWEEN! Christmas is okay, my birthday is a non-event.

6.      Elegant or comfortable clothes? Comfortable clothes. Dresses, usually. Never socks and most of the time…no underwear!

7.      TV or cinema? TV – I like to binge watch TV shows like Scandal, Suits, Newsroom, Proof. If I go to the movies, it’s to see a scary show like Insidious or something like that, so I mostly go around Halloween – which is my favorite holiday!

8.      Laptop or notebook for writing? Laptop. Who wants to do things twice? If you write it in a notebook, you have to transcribe.

9.      Nail colour? Natural or very dark.

10.  Dom, sub or switch? I am a submissive in bed, a dom everywhere else.

11.   Bondage or spanking? Hmmmmm – – spank me, I like to touch

12.  Leather or lace? In Texas, they go together. Lace dresses, leather cowboy boots and a fringed leather jacket.


A loner by choice and a renegade by nature.
Rogue is living up to his name. He’s lived life on his own terms, doing everything from team-roping in college, Texas Hold ‘em champion to founding his own company, Lone Wolf Oil.
Everything he’s accomplished has been in spite of Dusty Walker, a man who sired four sons by four women – none of them his wife. Rogue might be following in his father’s footsteps, but he is nothing like his father.
And he never will be if he can help it.
When he flies to Kansas for the reading of Dusty’s will, three brothers and a quarter interest in a half-billion dollar business aren’t all he finds…Rogue feels like he’s been hit by a tornado after he walks into a room and finds a woman in his bed. Not just any woman, either…
The last time he saw Kit Ross, she was racing off in her truck leaving him naked and hard by the side of the road. Of course, he deserved it; he’d hurt her. To say she wasn’t happy to see him was an understatement. And when he wins her ranch with a good poker hand, the game is on.
It’s not just poker that’s being played. They can’t keep their hands off one another. Rogue doesn’t know if he has room in his life for family and love. He doesn’t know if he can be trusted with people’s hearts and happiness. What if he’s more like Dusty Walker than he ever knew?
The Sons of Dusty Walker. Four brothers – one tainted legacy and a wild, wild ride.


They laughed and rode on. Rogue asked intelligent questions. He wanted to know what services and guides they provided and what White-Wing charged. “Do you process the deer for the guests?”
“Yes and there’s a cook provided for their overnight camping trips, if they choose to rough it rather than returning to the cabins.” To Kit’s surprise, he kept making notes on his phone. And when they rode across the fields to get nearer to where the pheasant nested, he took photos.
“We need to get a professional photographer out here. I think we need to make up some brochures and buy some advertising in Garden and Gun, maybe Southern Living or Texas Monthly.” He named some well-known periodicals. When Kit looked skeptical, he eased her mind. “This is something else I’ll take care of. Investments like these are what’s going to make the difference between a full house and vacancies.”
Kit knew he was right. “I guess I don’t have the best head for business.”
“Nonsense.” Rogue shook his head as he looked around. “Your vision was spot on. All we need to do is let people know about it. Next we’ll work on the website and some social media.” When he saw her amazed look, he winked. “I don’t know how to do this stuff. But when I got Lone Wolf off the ground, there was this young guy back in Austin who established an online platform for me. I’m sure the same type rules will apply.”
For the first time in a long time, the knot in Kit’s insides seemed to loosen. “I’m not sure how I can ever thank you. All of this is so unexpected. You didn’t have to do any of it, you didn’t owe me anything.”
Reaching over, he took her horse’s reins and tugged the mare closer. When he had her near, he leaned over and kissed her. “I never do anything I don’t want to. And I want to do this.” He captured her lips again and kissed her until the horse danced away, forcing their mouths apart.
Kit didn’t say anything as they turned to ride toward the lake. Rogue took the lead on the trail and she hung back, the fingers of one hand covering her lips where he’d kissed her.
For the next hour, she showed him the docks and fish cleaning stations, the trail that led around the lake for horseback riding and the area far away from the livestock that had been designed for skeet and target shooting. Finally, they ended up at a shady area near the lake. Dismounting, she raised her arms over her head and stretched. The hem of her shirt rose where he could see a strip of tanned, smooth skin. As she flexed, her breasts were thrust out and Rogue felt his cock respond. This erection wasn’t due to any oil beneath the ground, it was due to the sexy woman at his side
“Well, what do you think?” she finally asked.
“About what?” He teased, knowing full well what she meant.
Giving him a smirk, she expounded. “What do you think about the ranch, partner? Are you still willing to make the investment?”
“I am. I’ll get Zane on the papers as soon as we get back to the lodge.”
“Are you ready for a picnic?” She took the basket from behind her saddle.
“I’m hungry all right.” As she spread out a blanket and sat down the wicker container, Rogue untied a length of rope from his saddle.
“Are you coming?” Kit asked as she bent over.
“Soon,” Rogue whispered as he twirled the rope over his head and let it go, smiling as it gently settled over her shoulders. Before she knew it, he tightened the rope. “Gotcha.”
“Rogue!” Kit squealed as he took her by surprise. “What are you doing?”
“Flirting with you, is it working?” he asked as he threw one leg over the horse, stepping down, never letting go of the rope.
“Maybe.” She gave him a sly little smile. “You’ve caught me, now what are you going to do with me?”
Going to her, Rogue walked up behind her, wrapped her in his arms and pulled her back flush to his front. Pressing his cheek to hers, he answered, “That depends on how much privacy we have out here.”
Kit smiled, all of her female parts perking up at the possibilities. “Almost total. No one has any reason to come anywhere close today.”
Sliding his hand to her neck, he tilted her head back, brushing his thumb over her lower lips. “Good, because you’re impossible to resist.”
Kit’s stomach bottomed out. She looked up at him, drowning in his eyes. Her heart was pounding. “Rogue…” she whispered, shocked at herself at what she wanted him to do. She wasn’t certain if he truly cared for her or if he was still, in his own way, trying to make up for past mistakes. Did it really matter?
“Kiss me, Kit,” he whispered. Collaring her throat, Rogue angled her head and began to devour her mouth. Taking command of the kiss, he ravished her with lips and tongue. His chest eclipsed her back, she felt small and helpless, at his mercy. Tremors of excitement shook her to the core as he crushed her mouth with his and left her with no question as to who was in charge of her pleasure.
Knowing he didn’t need the rope to keep her in his arms, he gently removed it, turning her in his embrace. She tasted like sunshine, spring and desire. He rubbed his face on her skin, knowing he’d leave a mark – and liking it. “Lie with me,” he instructed, guiding Kit to her back on the blanket. Taking her wrists, Rogue pulled them over her head, holding them securely in the grip of one hand.
“I love kissing you,” she murmured just before he delved deep, taking complete possession of her mouth, laving and seducing her with his tongue. His other hand wasn’t idle, he palmed her breast, flicked her nipple, then moved to grasp her hip, holding her still.
Beneath him Kit writhed, bucking upward, wishing she could get closer. Her head spun and her heart took flight. The only thing tethering her to the earth was Rogue, so she clung to him, wrapping her arms and legs around him, rubbing against his thick cock. He seemed to enjoy it, Rogue rode against her, humping the vee between her legs, causing her sex to vibrate with electric arousal.
“Open up,” he moaned and she spread her legs wider, giving him more access. The noises of his appreciation made her shiver. Rogue knew how to please a woman, and Kit was grateful the woman was her. With a whimper she surrendered, tangling her tongue with his, arching against him and rubbing her breasts back and forth against the hard muscles of his chest, scrubbing and gyrating on the hard cock nudging between her legs.
“I need your hands on me,” Kit begged.
Rogue raised his head, taking in air in harsh gasps. “I have to be careful of you, I have to protect you,” he whispered, his eyes searching her face before he slanted his mouth over hers for another consuming kiss.


  Sable Hunter writes romance, some of it quite spicy. She writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her stories are emotional reads where the heroine is faced with challenges, like one of her favorite songs – she’s holding out for a hero – and boy, can she deliver a hero. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and sweat. If she can wring those emotions out of a reader, then she has done her job.
She combines the cultures of her two favorite states into many of her stories – from the mysterious bayous of Louisiana where the Spanish moss hangs thickly over the dark waters to the rolling hill country of central Texas. She is passionate about animals and has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable has been known to haunt cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave.
Join her in her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy, to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where dreams can come true and orgasms only come in multiples


Well, I finished IF I CAN DREAM, fifteen days over my own personal deadline, but sometimes I just get out of hand. I’ll blame it on Tennessee and Molly, they led me a wild chase – but it’s done, thank goodness and will be up for sale before the end of the month.

 I’m keeping my fingers crossed – To celebrate, I went out to eat with a local author friend to a place in downtown Austin called Gloria’s. It’s located on Sixth Street and was very trendy and the food was delicious. I’m also shopping for cowboy boots for the conferences next year. I’m planning on getting a pair with inlaid turquoise, a pair with yellow roses (my symbol) and a pair of Lucchese that has a tapestry pattern to die for. I have an eclectic sense of style, nothing plain for me. I was shopping recently for the girlfriend of a family member who likes really tailored plain clothes and I got so depressed shopping for her, I nearly cried. My style is more ‘Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves’ rather than elegant understated look. If it doesn’t have beads, sequins, ruffle, fringe, embroidery or cutouts – I don’t want it! Anyway, it was good to write THE END. – Now on to Texas Chaos and Texas Maverick. Here’s a sex scene from IF I CAN DREAM:

“Good. Are you hungry?” he asked as he made a U-turn to head back to the hotel.

“Not for food,” she said mildly, deciding she was going to enjoy their time together. No one was guaranteed tomorrow. She had no idea what their future held, but a man like Tennessee didn’t come along every day.

Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me wreck.” Tennessee murmured as he tried to focus on getting them to the hotel in one piece.

Watching the lights go by, Molly admitted to herself she was nervous. Needing to tell him what was on her heart, she blurted it all out. “You don’t have to worry. I’m on birth control. I’m not a virgin, but I haven’t been with anyone in a long time and my experiences can be counted on one hand. So, I hope you’re not expecting too much.”

Tennessee took her hand in his. “This is our first time, that’s all that matters. The only thing I’m expecting is to lose myself in you. You have no idea how much I want you. Just you.”

Molly’s heart thudded in her chest. “I can’t wait,” she whispered.

Pulling into his parking spot, he was out and around to her side before she could gather her backpack off the floorboard. “You don’t have to wait. Let me carry that for you.”

She handed her bag to him and he shouldered it, using his other hand to pull her close. Making their way through an arched gate, he chuckled. “I’m so damn hard I can barely walk.”

“We’ll see what we can do about that.”

Her natural teasing personality enchanted him. Life with Molly would never be boring. There were people sitting on the long terra-cotta paved verandah, listening to the sound of the water from the central fountain. Tennessee nodded at them politely as he pulled out his key and opened the intricately carved antique doors that led into his room. Stepping back to allow her to enter first, Molly’s eyes went automatically to the huge king-size bed that dominated the room.

“This is nice.” She noted the dark furniture, the silver sconces on the wall and the pair of cowboy chaps that hung predominately over the bed as decoration. “Definitely cowboy themed.”

“I don’t see anything but you.” He whispered as he laid down his hat next to her bag on the bench at the end of the bed.

Molly fingered the hem of her top. She had on the same clothes she’d worn earlier, there’d been no chance to change. “I don’t have anything with me to sleep in, sexy or otherwise.”

Ten came to her, sliding his hand beneath her hair, cradling the side of her neck. “You won’t need anything, pretty girl. I plan on wrapping myself around you all night long.”

“God, I want you.” She shook, a little from nerves and a lot from arousal. Grasping the collar of his white cowboy shirt, she tugged, the snaps popping opening quickly one by one.

Savage satisfaction filled him as he felt her soft fingers move down his chest. “I have never wanted another woman the way I want you.” He feathered kisses across her face. “I’m shaking with it.” Running his hands underneath the bottom of her shirt, he caressed the warm smooth skin. “I need to see you.” Slowly with great care, he lifted the leather vest over her head, capturing her lips as soon as the material cleared her face.

Molly had worn no bra and as she pressed up to him, her nipples were abraded by the hair on his chest and frissons of excitement bloomed on her body.

“You’re exquisite. I love your tits.” As he deepened the kiss, his hands came up to tease her nipples.

When she moaned, he cupped both breasts, his moan of desire making her knees weak. “Can I?” she tugged at his belt buckle.

“Hell, allow me.” With two or three efficient moves, he’d undone his belt, slid down the zipper and shucked his boots, socks, jeans and briefs. “I bet this is a record.”

“It might be.” She wasn’t talking about the amount of time it had taken him to undress. Her eyes were glued to his cock. She placed the heel of her hand at the head and the tip of her fingers didn’t reach the root. “You’re beautiful,” she breathed, winking at him, “a perfect Ten.”

“In more ways than one,” he teased back. “I won’t hurt you,” he promised. “By the time I get through kissing you, you’ll be begging me to slip inside.”

“Show me,” she offered as his hands went to her own jeans and he helped her pull them down and off.

Once he had her undressed, Ten took her by the hand and held her at arm’s length. “Good golly, Miss Molly,” he whispered and whistled. “You are exquisite.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “So beautiful.” Her body was perfectly formed, an elegant hour glass with generous breasts, a narrow waist and flared sensual hips. The smooth mound of her pussy made him lick his lips with longing. “I am going to have such a good time with you.”

Joining their lips, he walked her back toward the bed. She could feel his big erection rubbing against her middle. “The first time I saw you, I thought you were too handsome for your own good.”

Ten chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Following her down on the bed, he couldn’t keep his eyes or hands off her supple breasts. “I can’t wait another moment.” Lowering his mouth, he swirled his tongue around one turgid nipple. Molly gasped and arched her back, pushing her tits up toward him. He welcomed them, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. When he began sucking hard at one breast while massaging the nipple of the other between his fingers, she bucked so hard beneath him that he had to hold her down.

Ten didn’t let up. She loved to have her breasts sucked, he could tell by how she was writhing and moaning. Her hands were moving over his shoulders and arms, using some of those same rubbing and kneading techniques she’d teased him with on the massage table. Ten couldn’t get enough, he pushed her tits together and gorged himself, sliding his lips from one pink peak to the other. They were melt in his mouth sweet and he suckled at them until her fingers were digging almost painfully into his flesh. The pleasure he was finding in her was almost incomprehensible.

“Ten-a-see!” she cried, wrapping her legs around his, needing to be as close as she could get.

He craved her, his cock ached with unadulterated desperation. She’d confessed how little experience she had and how long it had been, so he had to make damn sure she was ready for him.

Plus he wanted it to last, Ten wanted to savor this moment and this woman for as long as he could.

His mouth blazed a trail from her chest to her neck, placing open-mouth sucking kiss on each inch of succulent flesh. She was amazing. For the first time he was as attracted to a woman’s personality and character as he was her body. And what a body! Spread out before him was every man’s dream, an erotic playground of silky flesh and sweet curves. He wanted to kiss and touch every inch of her.

Ten’s breath was coming hard and fast, he needed her as frantic for him as he was for her. With hands, lips and tongue he fed the heat that was blazing between them, worshiping every inch of her. When he had performed his own version of the head to toe attention she’d given him, he spread her legs and applied himself to a task he’d been dreaming of since the moment he’d seen her astride that horse. He’d been jealous, wanting to be the one between her legs. Kissing his way up the inside of her thigh, he nipped the tender flesh and smiled when she grasped him by the hair, clutching the long strands between her fingers.

“You’re completely bare,” he whispered, mesmerized by the soft smooth mound and glistening pink folds.

“I work in a spa, there are some perks,” she said, her voice hitching in her throat.

With care, he opened the satiny lips of her sex, revealing a delicate opening and a swollen bud he knew pulsed with every beat of her heart. Valuing each keen of pleasure like gold, he used his tongue to rub and twirl around her clit.

Molly was beyond thinking, she opened herself as wide as she could, inviting him to feast to his heart’s desire. The feel of his mouth on her pussy was almost more pleasure than she could stand. And when he nuzzled her sex, taking her clit between his lips to suck, she couldn’t haven’t kept her hips still for anything. She pushed upward, demanding more. “God, Ten, yes!”

Tennessee was trembling – fuckin’ trembling – with a need so powerful, he was afraid he’d just explode on the sheets. As he licked and laved her clit, he pushed one finger up into her sheath and the soft hot walls hugged him tight, beckoning him to push further. Ten was dying to do just that, he groaned at the thought of his hungry cock being squeezed in such lushness.

Molly’s world wound tighter and tighter. Tennessee was making her burn. She raised her head and met his eyes and the intensity and desire she saw there caused her to shatter into a billion pinpoints of pure euphoria. Screaming his name, she gave herself to him body and soul. He might not understand the implications, but it made the surrender no less true.

Unable to wait another moment, Ten rose up and eased down between her thighs, spread wide like the wings of a butterfly. She was so beautiful, there was nothing on God’s green earth he wanted more than her. Holding the gaze of those deep blue eyes, he held himself up and placed the head right at the mouth of the tender well, pushing forward until just the tip of his cock was enveloped in the embrace of her velvet walls. Ten threw back his head and bellowed, being inside of Molly was the closest thing to heaven he’d ever known.

Molly clung to his shoulders, holding on as tightly as she could. “Oh, Ten, that feels so good,” she gasped. Raising her hips, she urged him to go deeper.

Watching her closely, he pushed in slowly, giving her time to get used to him. Ten felt like he was being burned alive. She was the hottest thing he’d ever held against him and he was sure he’d be completely consumed. “Nothing has ever felt like this,” he murmured.

“Love me, Tennessee, love me,” she keened as she locked her legs around his hips.

Her sweet acquiescence freed him. With a low moan, he covered her lips with his and thrust to the hilt, burying himself completely within her. They were one. Over and over he plunged into her tight pussy as tongues tangled and her body arched up to cling to him, absorbing and meeting every pump of his hips. “Ten, oh Ten, it’s happening again!” she moaned, her fingernails marking his back, her little teeth scraping the skin of his neck.

Hearing her bliss, feeling the rhythmic clamp of her pussy around his cock – that was all the incentive he needed. With a harsh cry he abandoned his restraint, hammering into her again and again – harder, faster, deeper. Burying his face in her neck, he erupted, glorying in the spasms of her pussy as she came again, tightening around him, milking his cock until he almost passed out from the pleasure.

Molly cradled him close, stunned by what she’d just experienced. When he went limp in her arms, she kissed his sweat dampened brow.

“Molly, Molly, I don’t know…I’ve never…”

“I know,” she stroked his back. “Me either.”

“I need to move, I’m too heavy,” he whispered.

“No.” She tightened her arms around him. “You feel good on top of me. Stay.”

They were still connected, he was still cradled in the sanctuary of her femininity. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.” He held himself up on his forearms so he could look in her face.

She moved a strand of his hair from his forehead. “I have to go back to the trailer. Work comes early in the morning.”

“I need to hold you tonight.” Memories of the evening and the O’Neil’s were threatening to haunt his dreams. Placing his lips to her forehead, he rubbed them back and forth. “If you’ll sleep with me, I’ll set the alarm and get you home in time enough to change clothes, then bring you back.”

Molly looked at his handsome face, trying to read his thoughts. “Don’t you have to go home tomorrow?”

Ten took his time answering. “I think I can stay a bit longer.” He smiled against her skin. “I have a little family business to attend to nearby.”

His answer should have pleased Molly. Instead she felt a pang of disappointment that he didn’t feel as if she were reason enough to stay. Fighting back such a selfish thought, she gave him a smile. “Can we get a wake-up call?”

“Would five-thirty be about right?” He picked up the phone.

“Yea, I think so.”

She wiggled beneath him, causing his dick to spring to life. Hitting the button for the hotel operator, he gave them the information. “Now, where were?” He hung up the phone, refocusing all of his attention on her.

“Right about here.” She tightened around him, loving the way his still large cock filled her. Molly hadn’t realized how empty she’d been, her life as well as her body.

“Oh!” He grinned at her. “Now, I remember.” Taking each of her hands in his, he held them above her head and began to move.

Molly undulated under him, closing her eyes, luxuriating in the feel of his big body moving on top of her. “You’re very well equipped for this job.”

Tennessee smiled, then chuckled. “I’m glad I please you.”

She tugged her hands free and put them to use, running her fingers over his chest as it moved above her, reaching down to feel the intriguing place there were joined. “Just fits. When I first saw you, I was worried. You’re hung.” Ten leaned down to kiss her, stealing her thoughts. All she could process was how good it felt. “I love the way you’re touching me all over.”

“Good.” He peppered kisses all along her cheek and the swell of her breasts, feeling triumphant when chill bumps broke out beneath his lips. “I bet I can make you feel better.” He moved up a bit in the bed, causing his cock to go deeper at a little different angle, his pelvis riding high against her sex. When he began rocking against her, his every grinding stroke hit her just right. Her pussy swelled and creamed. Molly reveled in the friction.

So tight. So wet. So hot. Being inside of her was so damn good. Slamming against her, he pumped his hips, ramming back in. Over and over, faster and faster until there was no thought in his head that wasn’t her.

Cum was boiling up from his balls, his cock swelled even more tightening at the base. He groaned as he jetted hotly into her. His climax seemed to trigger hers. Tennessee felt a powerful contraction milk his cock. Molly pushed her head back into the pillow and he couldn’t resist that creamy expanse of her throat. He touched his lips to her neck, took a bit of sweet flesh between his lips and sucked – marking her.

She kept moving her hips, wanting the feeling to last and last. “You told me I could sleep with you wrapped around me. Did you mean it?”

“I sure did. Hold on, I’ll be right back.” He rose and went to the restroom. She heard the toilet flush, then the water run. In a few seconds, he returned with a warm cloth. “You’ll sleep better if you’re not sticky.”

The small gesture warmed her heart, so she spread her legs wide and then became thoroughly enchanted as he gently cleaned her up. Once he was finished, he wiped her dry with a towel, then joined her on the bed.

As promised, he wrapped himself around her, tucking her head against his chest so that she was nestled against him from head to toe. Pulling the cover up, he kissed her on the lips. “Sleep well, Miss Molly.”

“Dream about me.” She made the same request he’d made the day before.

He whispered in her ear. “Since I met you, I’ve been dreaming of nothing else.”

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