Stony Creek Hero [Stony Creek 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Taylor Berke Page A

a warm, wet pussy all the time? Where is your pride, man?” Ben asked humorously.
    “Um, have we met? Can I help it if I need the taste that only a soft-scented, aroused pussy can provide?” Cole responded with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Nope, if that’s the name that he thought up, with such loving concern, that I would be so worried about, then I will take it proudly!”
    The men all groaned and turned away to go back to their chores. Ben was particularly glad he was alone in one of the large box stalls. He had immediately gone hard as a rock when he heard warm, wet, and Lizzie’s name, although that was not how they were presented in conversation. Like a teenage boy, he responded simply to the thoughts of Lizzie as blood rushed to his brain and cock.
    Speaking of, she was going to give him an answer today, he thought with a thrill. If she accepted, he would have access to her, in a personal way that no one else would. Wicked images of how else he could intimately know her ran rampantly through his imagination. How he could taste her, touch her, tie her up… Shit, he was going to have to control himself. This was Lizzie, not one of the visiting buckle bunnies. He couldn’t just fuck her and run, like he always did. Damn, he would have to figure out how he was going to control his hands and his hormones later. Maybe he could just run into town for lunch?

Chapter Six
     
    “We really need to do this more often!” Beth said with a giddy enthusiasm as she shoved another loaded nacho into her mouth. The unofficial Stony Creek women’s support group meeting was now in order. It had grown from just Lizzie and Billie trying to sort out the endless labyrinth of Jackson’s inability to commit, to now including the forever-suffering Beth Saunders, who had a non-verbalized thing for Hunter, and Dr. Madelyne Daniels, or affectionately known as Maddy, who claimed not to have a thing for anyone, ever. The café was hoping for a Monday lunch time but then again, Lizzie served some pretty damned delicious comfort food here. The town’s mayor and his wife, Elijah and Thea Carson, were chatting it up at a table next to one with three handsome men. The men weren’t from Stony Creek and were staring right at her, the interest in her apparent although not seemingly sexual. One was looking at her with a very scheming-appearing expression, as though she was the object of his irritation. Right next to their table was what the girls were going to look like in thirty years. Mabel Winston, mother to the town’s handsome deputy, Millie Braxton, wife to Gus and owner of the Feed and Seed, and Julia Morgan, Billie’s saucy and quite delightful secretary, were cackling with each other, probably over some dirty joke that Julia felt that she just had to share.
    “Okay, let the Stony Creek Women’s Support League now come to order. That’s funny, we have already ordered! Right, Mimi?” Beth laughed out.
    Lizzie laughed as both her talented cook, Vera, and her waitress, Mimi Fisher, responded with a resounding “yes!” from the kitchen.
    “Have you been drinking already, Beth?” Billie asked with a grin. “That wasn’t funny at all.”
    “Well, it was a little funny,” the ever soft-spoken Maddy offered with a smile. Maddy was a wonderful addition to their little town. Pretty, intelligent, and with a gentle way about her that almost bordered on timid, until you saw her in action with any animals. Well, unless the animals were interested horny men like the Taggarts or the Saunders or especially one Mr. Troy Powell. Then she became downright ornery.
    “I thought it was funny, too,” Lizzie said supportively. “Pass me the plate of French fries will you, Maddy. I need brain food to think. Benjamin Powell is frying my brain and I need to fortify it. What am I going to do about that big gorgeous brute, girls? Well I need your advice as I am going fishing for a very big fish.”
    “Well, it certainly looks like you started off