Bent Over By The Cowboy

Bent Over By The Cowboy

When Hannah is forced by circumstance to marry, she's far from impressed with her husbands wealth and finds him incredbily boring. So when he decides to go on a business trip and leave her with two handsome, muscular cowboys dripping with testosterone, she finds herself struggling to be a good girl as they take full advantage of the situation...

Excerpt:

That night, I decided to cook our own supper. I figured that might take my mind off of things, so I gave the maid the night off. As I was boiling the soup and chopping up the vegetables, I saw Carl walk into the kitchen. He nodded, “Ma’am…” he started.
“Please, call me Hannah,” I replied, smiling.

He smiled back at me. “Mind if I wash up in the sink?”

I held back, letting him through. “Not at all.” I continued preparing the food.

“It smells amazing in here.” He replied, showering me with the compliment.

“Why thank you, I…” before I could finish the sentence, I heard the door open and saw Jonathan standing there. “Welcome home!” I replied, putting on the best face that I could.
His eyes went to Carl, then me, and then the pot of soup. “What’s going on?”

“I gave Stella the night off and I am preparing supper.” I responded, proudly.

However, it wasn’t a look of happiness on his face. “You did what?”

I repeated the fact that Stella would be having the evening to herself. “I figured that we could have the evening to ourselves.”

I saw that Carl was looking at Jonathan, but didn’t dare say a word. “YOU had no right giving MY staff the evening off.” He threw his hand down on the counter. “Understand?”

“Excuse me,” Carl mumbled, leaving us alone.

“Yes, I...I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.” I tried to apologize.
He shook his head, storming out of the kitchen. I turned back to the stove and turned off the food. As I sat down in the chair, I could feel my tears taking over. I didn’t want to live this way. I started sobbing, but then heard the kitchen door opening again. I quickly wiped away my tears with my apron and looked up to find Carl.

“I forgot my…” his voice drifted off as he cocked an eyebrow. “You alright?”