Erotica- So Not A Cowboy/ Spanking Read Online Free PDF

Erik, who had dug his fingers deeper into her side. “I just….”
    His expression tightened for a second, disappointment in his eyes. “First, I’m definitely not a baby. I’m a full grown man, which I’m sure you are well aware of.” He ignored Drew’s stiffening. “Second, the trust money I inherited from my grandfather only paid for part of my college.”
    “I’m sorry,” she said quietly, embarrassed. “I didn’t mean anything… . I just don’t know….” She blew out a breath and shut her mouth. They needed to talk, alone.
    He met Drew’s gaze. “I’m a gamer.” That was all he offered in explanation and from the set of his jaw, it was all he would for now.
    “A gamer? Whatever the hell that means.” Drew clearly was not impressed.
    The guests were walking closer, led by one of the teenage boys who had been dragged to the ranch by their parents. The reed thin boy’s eyes grew wide in awe as he stopped a few feet away. “You’re him ! The Mallory ! I recognize your face from ‘Gamers International.’” He waved toward the other teenage boy. “Can you believe it? The god of gamers is here!”
    Drew looked confused, his brow furrowed. The boys were all but salivating in delight. And the ranch hands eyed Erik curiously, as well as his big ass Hummer. Mandy thought the giant truck interested them a lot more than him being a “gamer,” whatever that meant.
    Then one of the cowboys blinked and grinned. “ Death Con’s one of your games, isn’t it? Your picture was on the back of the box. Your first game, right?” He turned to the other ranch hands. “Remember that video game I showed you? The one none of us could figure out. He’s the guy who created it.”
    Mandy looked up at her husband. “You design video games? Really? I thought you mainly just surfed.”
    He shrugged. “Surfing is my stress relief. Game designing is my business.” He sighed. “We really need to talk.”
    “Hey, man,” the thin boy interrupted, “what d’ya have coming out next? I’ve got every one of your games. They’re the best of the best.”
    Erik gave him a tolerant look, apparently used to being basically adored by teenage boys. “We’re developing a whole new game series to be released this fall.” Then he grinned like a boy. “They’ll be the greatest of the great.”
    “So, this game designing business…” Drew inserted himself into the conversation, fully back in big-brother mode. “Can you provide for my sister?”
    Before Erik could respond, his devoted groupie snorted and said, “You’re kidding, right? Mallory is multi-gazillionare rich.”
    One of Drew’s thick eyebrows lifted, maybe more impressed now by her husband. She, though, was stunned.
    Erik laughed good naturedly. “Not quite.” He faced Drew. “ My wife isn’t going to starve. Is that good enough for you? Or do you need to see my Profit and Loss statement for the last quarter? Or see my stock portfolio?”
    Mandy had had enough of her brother’s attempt at interrogation, even if he meant well. She was a grown woman capable of taking care of herself, of making her own decisions. Okay, she’d been super impulsive about marrying a man she knew virtually nothing about. A gamer? A surfer? Not quite a gazillionaire, but definitely rich? Again, she realized how different they were. She was a simple girl from the Midwest. A cowgirl at heart.
    She eased out of Erik’s embrace and took hold of his hand. “If you can tear yourself from your admiring fans and my nosy brother, we need some alone time.”
    The flirty devil waggled his eyebrows suggestively, to make her crazy or Drew crazy, she wasn’t sure. Probably both. “Lead the way, sweet thing.”
     
    It had taken only a couple of minutes to drive across the main ranch yard to what she said was her house. Another log house, about a third of the size of the main one. Quite a lot different from his very modern condo in Tahoe or his designer beach house in Malibu, but it