MADE MALEEN:
A Modern Twist on a Fairy Tale
Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
"Just let me love you..."
When Maleen King’s father catches her naked in the hay loft with her high school sweetheart, he sends the eighteen-year-old away to receive a college education and rise above the humble beginnings of an Idaho dairy farm. Now fourteen years later, Mal comes home to run the farm after the death of her father. The stress of a disastrous marriage and being a NYC stock broker made her long to return to a simple life.
Braydon Daniels, devastated when Mal’s father sent her thousands of miles away, has thought about her every day since. Now, over a decade later, he finds himself alone, divorced, and beaten down by the trauma of his broken marriage. When Mal comes back to town for her father’s funeral, he realizes the feelings he once had for her are just as strong. There’s one little snag, though. His ex-wife is the woman Mal has hated her whole life. And they have a child together.
Despite the struggle to recover from their past relationships, the undeniable attraction between them still exists. Can they rekindle the passion they once had?
Chapter
One
Once Upon a
Time… Fourteen Years Earlier
Something
poked her ass, and it was not the good sort of poke. Maleen King squirmed in an
attempt to find a more comfortable spot in the hay. Hay wasn’t very soft when
buck naked. Okay, she wasn’t technically naked. She still wore her sash.
Dairy Maid. Blech.
She was
sick of losing to Kaitlyn. For the last three years, the Wicked Witch of the Midwest
had won Dairy Princess. And the bitch never hesitated to throw it in Mal’s
face.
Whatever.
No matter what, this maid was getting what she wanted…
The
handsome Dairy Prince.
Where the
hell was her prince anyway? Late. Like normal.
She blew
out a breath and glanced at her cow watch. The one she received as the second
runner-up last year to the bovine bitch...err, Dairy Princess.
It’s not
like she wanted to wear that stupid tiara anyway.
Nope, it
was the principle.
A muffled
curse came from down below as someone stumbled at the bottom of the ladder. She
smiled. Kaitlin could keep the rhinestone tiara, the real prize belonged to
Mal…
Braydon’s
head popped up from the hole in the hayloft’s floor, his shaggy hair mussed up.
He gave her a pained smile. “I stubbed my fucking toe.”
“Where are
your shoes?”
“With the
rest of my clothes.”
“You
better have your sash on,” she warned him.
He barked
out a laugh, his dark brown hair falling across this forehead. As he finished
climbing the wooden ladder into the loft, his body slowly revealed itself. Oh,
he certainly had his sash on. And nothing else.
Braydon
Daniels, no doubt a farm boy through and through, appeared toned, muscular, and
tanned from working hard outside throwing hay bales, fixing fences, chasing
errant heifers, and any other physical work his parents needed.
The
Daniels drove their sons hard. Said it gave them good work ethics and morals.
Whatever. All she knew it sure gave Bray great muscles and calloused hands.
But rough
fingers and palms weren’t going to deter her from getting what she wanted. And
apparently, what the Dairy Prince wanted also, by the look of his erection which
stood at attention.
With his
hands on his narrow hips, Bray gazed down at her, studying every inch he could
see. Which was just about everything. Not that he hadn’t seen it all before. In
fact, too many times to count. He ended up being her first, and she planned on
making him her last. One day she would be Mrs. Braydon Daniels.
Yep. One
day soon, if she had anything to say about it.
She patted
the hay next to her. “Get down here, Cow-Boy.”
“Damn,
girl! Why didn’t you throw a blanket down or something? It’s going to be
obvious we were rolling around in the hay.”
“Who else
is going to see you naked besides me?” she asked, her eyes narrowed in warning.
He’d
better be very careful with the
answer.
“No one.”
“Correct
answer.”
“But you
know that shit cuts you up and makes you itchy,” he complained.
Mal
sighed. “Look, we gonna do this? Last thing I need is my pop finding us up here
caterwauling like a herd of barn cats in heat.”
A smile
lit up his hazel eyes—one of her favorite features on him. She patted the hay
again, and he practically belly flopped on top of her. All her breath escaped
in an “Oomph.” But she giggled when
he wiggled between her legs.
“Ah, right
where I belong,” he whispered, gazing into her eyes.
“That’s
right, Cow-Boy… I mean Sir Dairy Prince. Why don’t you dazzle me? I want you
something fierce.” Boy, did she ever. His hard cock, thick and ready, pressed
against her thigh.
Having
heart-pounding sex with him never grew old. The only time she’d found it not
enjoyable was the night he popped her cherry. At seventeen, neither of them
knew what they were doing, but now a year later, their moves were polished and
there was never a complaint from either one of them… Well, only when they
couldn’t find the opportunity to hook up. Her pop watched her like a hawk. And
Bray’s parents drilled into his head that he better not come home with any
grandchildren until he was good and married.
She
studied the man she loved and reached out to straighten his hair, smoothing it
down. Her fingers traced the lines of his face, his strong jaw, his corded
neck.
Bray
dipped his head to catch her lips with his, nudging her mouth open with his
tongue. Not that she needed any encouragement. She touched his tongue with hers
and deepened the kiss. He groaned into her mouth before breaking the kiss.
He
smoothed her hair away from her face. “I’m so ready for you, baby. Do you feel
how hard I am?”
“Yeah, so
stop talkin’ and start doin’, Cow-Boy.”
With his
heart-breaker grin, he slid down along the scratchy hay to settle between her
legs. He nudged her thighs up and she settled her feet on his shoulders as he
dove in to “dazzle.” Over the past year, he had discovered what she liked and
what she didn’t. Though there wasn’t much she didn’t like. This boy had mad skills
when it came to putting his mouth to her pussy.
She lifted
her hips off the ground as he swirled his tongue around her clit before sucking
it, then whimpered as he slid two fingers of his rough farmer hands inside her.
One thing about being young and full of raging hormones, it didn’t take much
for her to get off. And it helped that Bray knew how to push her buttons. As he
brushed his tongue along her clit and thrust his fingers in and out, she fisted
his hair to hold him in place, though she doubted that he planned on going
anywhere just yet.
Within
moments, she bowed her neck and opened her mouth, releasing a scream that could
have woken the dead. Her inner walls clenched, rippled, and rocked-and-rolled
around his fingers.
When the
world finally came back into focus, she looked down her body at him. He lifted
his head slightly and wore a wide, shiny smile. “I think I enjoy that as much
as you.”
Mal
doubted it. Judging by the boneless state of her body, she was sure she enjoyed
it more. She reached out her hand. “C’mere, Cow-Boy.”
He crawled
up her body like a prowling mountain lion. Any moment he was going to let out a
loud roar. She giggled at the image.
“What’s so
funny, Princess?”
She only
shook her head and then released a deep sigh when he once again settled between
her legs, his erection pressing against her.
They had a
thing. Every time he’d enter her for the first time they would declare their
love for each other. Sappy? Yep. But they both considered sex a serious thing.
And even at eighteen, they wanted to show their devotion to each other.
As he
pushed forward, they looked each other in the eyes and whispered their “I love
yous.”
Bray drove
so deep she wanted to scream. He filled her up, made her his. When she wrapped
her legs around his thighs, she grabbed his ass in an attempt to bring him
closer. His pelvis ground against her already sensitive clit, making her gasp
and clench her muscles around him, inside and out.
“God,
baby, you’re always so tight. It drives me crazy.”
Mal didn’t
even try to respond. She couldn’t. She was too busy caught up in the sensations
he pulled from her body as he moved in and out of her, making her slicker,
hotter.
“It’s us
forever, Princess,” he whispered, his lips against her ear. His cheek pressed
to hers, his warm breath blew against her heated skin, pushing her close to the
edge. She dug her fingernails—the fake ones she donned just for the
competition—into his ass, scoring his flesh.
The flex
of his glutes as he pumped into her became more intense as he increased his
pace. He thrust into her over and over until her toes curled, her body tensed,
and she sank her teeth into his shoulder to smother her scream. With a grunt,
he joined her, his cock pulsing deep within her.
He lowered
his weight gently onto her, gathering her close.
“Forever,
Cow-Boy,” she murmured against the damp skin of his neck.
A loud
clatter from down below made them both jump. Bray sat up, holding her tight as
if he would protect her. When the bellow of her father’s voice rose to the
loft, Mal knew he couldn’t protect her…or them. They were royally fucked.
“Boy! I
know you’re up there! Get down here now or I’m coming up!”
They both
shot each other a look and said, “Shit,” at the same time. Bray’s eyes were
wide, most likely from fear of his impending death. Even though they both
glanced around, they already knew there was no escape, nowhere to hide. And
worse, Bray’s clothes were still downstairs. Mal scrambled to pull on the
stupid dress she had worn for the Dairy Princess competition, yanking panties
full of hay up under the skirt. Talk about a prick being between your legs…
“Shit,
shit, shit,” she whispered. She gave a look of pity to Bray since he still only
wore his badly wrinkled sash.
The
clanking and knocking sounds were getting closer as her father climbed up the
ladder to the loft.
Mal’s eyes
widened. She shoved Bray behind her when her father’s head appeared above the
loft floor. Not only his head but a…
Pitchfork!
Fuck.
Her pop
slammed the pitchfork flat on the floor as he used it for leverage to pull
himself the rest of the way up through the hole. He huffed and puffed, his face
a bright red. No doubt he was steaming mad.
When he
regained his balance, he pointed at Bray behind her with a shaky finger. “Boy,
I’m going to skin you. What are you doing naked with my daughter? Get away from
her.” He picked up the three-pronged fork and continued to point at him with
it. “Get out from behind her. Be a man!”
With a
not-so-reassuring squeeze to her shoulders, Bray stepped out to face her angry
father, nudging Mal out of the way. And when her pop aimed the pitchfork, Mal
screamed at the top of her lungs.
As if
almost in slow motion, they watched in horror as the pitchfork flew through the
air. Bray scrambled out of its path just in time so it missed him and the tongs
stuck into the wood plank floor with a twang.
Mal’s
heart beat so hard it felt like it would escape her chest. She wanted to feel
relieved… until she saw her pop stalking towards them.
“Bray, go!” she screamed.
With the
quickness of youth, Bray ducked around her father and jumped through the hole.
Mal’s stomach rose into her throat as she heard him land hard on the floor
below. She heard his groan and a curse, then a scrambling of his feet which
sounded like him running out of the barn.
She faced
her father in shock. “Pop, why!”
“Why?
Because he’s going to knock up my daughter.”
Mal
stomped her foot, getting just as mad as her pop was. “No, Pop. No! I love
him!”
“Bullshit!
You’re too young to know what love is. This is lust. Braydon Daniels is just a
bull looking for a cow in heat. Don’t be a heifer. Now get in the house.” When
she hesitated, he yelled, “Now! If you know what’s good for you. And don’t you
dare even think about back talking me.”
With a
sob, she climbed down the ladder and ran out of the barn. She deserved every
prick from the dry hay stuck to her clothes on the way to the house.
She never
looked back toward the barn. She knew her Dairy Prince was long gone.
JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic
romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage
angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine.
Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up,
was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She
writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
She has a few new releases coming up
in 2017. So keep an eye on her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for
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