Big Bad John (Bigger in Texas Series) Read Online Free PDF

hang on to some semblance of control and make a good enough impression that he was invited to stay on. To have a new life, a world away from the one he’d left behind.
    Seventeen. When he’d discovered how young she was, it had helped to keep him in check. His desires at twenty-seven were too dark to share with an innocent, though the idea of teaching her what he wanted was so tempting it made him hard. How many nights had he taken himself in hand, finding temporary release to images of her wide-eyed obedience? Of her kneeling in front of him, her wrists bound and his hands full of the silk of her hair as she learned how to take him in her mouth? Learned how to love the taste of his come, the tightness of her bonds and the bite of his teeth.
    He stopped outside the front door and took a deep breath, his body still reacting as strongly as it had that first night to the idea of taking her. But things were different now. Back then, she was a small town girl who was ten years his junior, and at that age, it mattered.
    It didn’t matter anymore. She was a grown woman now, one who knew a thing or two about darker desires.
    He wasn’t unaware of what she’d been up to in California. Long before Jefferson decided to visit, he’d made it his business to know. At first he’d had an old friend—one who’d moved to Los Angeles from Louisiana years before—check up on her at her work or a club where she was singing. Now and then. To make sure she was safe. That she didn’t make any mistakes she couldn’t come back from.
    He didn’t feel guilty about it and he damn sure wouldn’t apologize. Then again, he wasn’t planning on telling her anytime soon.
    The last few years she’d made checking up on her easier with her YouTube channel. She’d talk about her day and sing her latest song, as if she were singing directly to him. Talking to him. When he saw the number of visitors that came to watch her videos, it made him unaccountably proud.
    The way he’d found out about her kink was honestly accidental. He’d come across an intriguing back and forth in the comments section for her song, Tied Up, and discovered that someone had shared a link to an article on a fetish site about rope trainers, and the author looked all too familiar. Discovering she was a part of the same online BDSM community he was had startled him at first, made him jealous as hell second and then…unceasingly aroused.
    He may have found her by accident but he’d stayed and returned to her profile again and again, reading her discussions with her friends and followers on rope bondage and the things that turned her on. She’d written about how someone should teach men what women really wanted. What she wanted. Hell, he’d even had a few titillating late-night conversations with her and a few others on the site when he was too tempted to resist. But he’d never let her know who he was. That he was hiding behind the moniker Badland38.
    Maybe he was a son of a bitch for invading her privacy like that, but it made him feel connected. As if she weren’t so far away. Knowing she was safe was a relief, but knowing what she liked, and that they shared more in common than this place that she’d run from, gave him hope and the will to wait.
    John had wanted Trudy from the moment he laid eyes on her. And though he’d been with other women, played with other women over the years, she was always in the back of his mind. In all his erotic daydreams and nighttime fantasies.  She definitely wasn’t the innocent seventeen-year-old anymore, but he still believed he had a few things to teach her.
    He pushed open the screen door and heard the women talking. It was nice. Other than his bee wrangler Glory, and sweet old Margery, there’d been no women on the property for a long time.  The smell of perfume and the soft, feminine chatter made his lips quirk in a semi-smile.  If he had his way this house would never be quiet again.
     
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    “You look good, sis.”