Bounty Hunter Proposal

Bounty Hunter Proposal by Alix West

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he’d ever known, and the thought of making her submit to him sparked savage need inside him. Never in his life had he imagined tossing a woman over his shoulder and carrying her off to bed. He liked his women eager and experienced, but Isabelle challenged him in a way he’d never known.
    The little hellion had no idea that her threat of getting even with him made his cock hard and his hands itch to snatch her off her feet. One thing was certain. Her spanking hadn’t changed her tone one bit. Clearly her next spanking would need to be on that sweet, bare ass, with her pantalets yanked down to her knees.

Chapter Eight
    Matt went to bed that night in the room he imagined used to belong to Jerome. Isabelle retreated upstairs to the loft, and he heard her speaking softly to the boys. It seemed she was telling them a story, and it brought a smile to his lips. The story was about a golden horse named Arlo and how he was made of gold because he belonged to King Midas. Seth wanted to know who King Midas was. Instead of telling him the true story of King Midas, she told him he was the king of horses and could turn any horse into any color.
    Matt could tell Isabelle was exhausted, and the story took every bit of her energy. Her voice slurred, and she drifted, returning to the story when Seth prodded her, asking about the different colors of horses. Did King Midas choose all the colors? How many colors were there? And could he have a pony that was the same fantastical color as Arlo? Could he do the same for dogs, and maybe that was where the pup got his eye patch…
    From downstairs he listened, waiting to hear Isabelle's response. But it was quiet. She'd fallen asleep, and Seth must have fallen asleep shortly after. He considered going upstairs to check on them. He imagined what Isabelle looked like. Wild, golden locks cast across the pillow. Her plump lips parted. He wondered if she slept on her side or on her tummy.
    He sighed and tried to get comfortable in Jerome’s bed, but it was impossible. The man must have been not much taller than Isabelle. He had to sleep diagonally, and even then his feet stuck off the end of the bed. Restless, uncomfortable and aware of Isabelle upstairs, he didn’t fall asleep until almost dawn.
    In the morning when he woke he found both boys standing at the side of the bed watching him. Their eyes were wide with curiosity. Sounds came from the kitchen, the clatter of pans, the sizzle of bacon, and something being stirred.
    “Belle wants to know if you want some coffee, Mr. Hudson.”
    He scrubbed a hand over his face. He felt like he’d been pitched from a horse and stomped on a few times. “Tell her yes.”
    Seth grinned and left the bedroom with his younger brother trailing behind.
    He groaned. He’d slept better in a bedroll in the desert than he had last night in Jerome's bed. He threw the covers back and got up. After he dressed, he wandered into the kitchen. Isabelle worked, scrambling eggs and slicing bread. She glanced up at him and frowned. He probably looked like hell. She looked fresh as a daisy, dressed in a pale blue dress, a white apron tied around her narrow waist.
    “Did you sleep alright last night?” she asked.
    “Terrible.”
    She suppressed a smile.
    He grimaced. “I suppose you slept like a princess.”
    She bit her lip and nodded. “I'll admit it is a comfort to have a man under this roof.”
    He glanced over his shoulder and saw the boys carrying the small puppy outside. He drew a little closer and lowered his voice. “I could be more of a comfort. But first I need to build a proper bed.”
    She kept her gaze on her cooking. “Aren’t you leaving?”
    “I have nothing to do and nowhere to be until they hang Hughes.”
    “Please don't talk about such things in front of the boys.” She heaped eggs and bacon onto a plate and offered him a cup of coffee.
    “No ma'am. That sort of ugliness isn't for young children to hear about.”
    Isabelle poured herself a cup of

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