Sexy Little Runaway

By Becca Sinh

Hawke had been living alone for so many years that he’d almost forgotten how incredible sex could be. Now he wasn’t alone anymore—not since he’d found a ragged little runaway hiding in his barn, and realized that she was an outrageously sexy teenage girl!

Having sex really was like riding a bike. No matter how long it had been, your body remembered. And his was coming alive again with a vengeance! How long could he manage to keep his hands off her, before hot lust tore him apart?
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Hawke waited until she was gone, then turned the water to icy cold and splashed it across his sweating face. Touching her had been a big mistake. A huge mistake. Now he was going to be hard all night, and he hadn’t suffered that particular malady in too many years to count.

He’d have to take care of the problem himself, in the privacy of his own bedroom, because for sure he couldn’t turn to her for comfort. Someone had abused that poor little kid, and he wasn’t about to compound it by forcing himself on her. No matter how desperately he ached to do just that.

The pots and pans could wait. If he didn’t take care of this little...check that, big...problem right away, he was likely to do something he shouldn’t.

His legs were a little unsteady as he hurried back to his bedroom, and that was something he hadn’t experienced in a long, long time, either. Who could have guessed that, at his age, he could feel as horny as a teenage boy lusting after his first soft tit again?

Never should have turned yourself into a hermit, he thought once his door was securely closed, and he could unzip his worn jeans with a soft moan of relief. You’re too old for seduction, and too young for a second childhood. So where does that leave you?

Panting in his room like an eager virgin, as he wrapped his callused fingers around the big chunk of meat that had made his Anna Maria sigh with blissful pleasure. Helluva time it had picked to rise from the dead!

Beating off really was like riding a bike, though, he realized as familiar pleasure began to spiral through his veins. Once you learned, it didn’t matter how old you were. You never truly forgot.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Jan 21, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310241222

Becca Sinh

Becca Sinh has been writing high-quality erotica for nearly 20 years, and is one of the hottest erotic authors on the market!

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The Hazard Chronicles

Sexy Little Runaway

By Becca Sinh

Cover Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2012 Becca Sinh

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~~ All characters in this book are 18 or older. ~~

(This book was originally titled Runaway.)

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Whenever it was freezing cold out, Hawke made one last sweep of the barns to make sure his animals were safely bedded down for the night. He probably didn’t need to…the barns were all snug and sturdily built. It would take a vicious wind to force its way through the insulated doors and windowsills. The long oval valley of Hazard was protected from most of the icy blizzards that swept through Montana every winter…but still a sensible man took precautions.

And anyway, after fifty-two years--most of it spent alone--a man got used to doing things in a certain way. If those ways worked well for him, then why change?

A biting wind was whistling in from the northwest. Grimly he pulled the flaps of his heavy-duty winter hat down over his ears, wrapped a thick woolen scarf around his throat, and pulled his fur parka over his double-knit seaman’s sweater. Thick gloves covered his rugged hands, and he prudently stretched the woven wristbands over his sleeves to ward off chilly needles of storm-driven ice.

His heavy boots left deep craters in this afternoon’s fresh snowfall as he clomped away from the house, and made his way to the first barn.

The new year was coming in like a lion…with its fangs bared, and roaring at the top of its lungs. Good thing all the grain bins had been recently filled, and the loft was packed with fragrant timothy hay. Now he only had to worry about the water pipes freezing. But most of the lines were sunk down in the permafrost, and securely wrapped. And the spigots emerged inside each of the barns, not outside where they were vulnerable to the harsh winter weather.

Animals inside the first three barns lowed, neighed, and whickered sleepily as he moved from stall to stall with his compact flashlight. None of them looked nervous or frightened. And the barns were snugly warm. They’d be fine throughout the night.

Something odd struck him, though, as he stomped his way toward the last barn. A shallow ridge was sunk between two drifts, and it seemed to lead right up to the big sliding double doors. It looked almost like…footprints? Had to be a while ago, though, because the brisk wind had almost filled in the tracks.

And there wasn’t as much snow mounded on top of the doors as there had been on the other three. Which meant that someone had slid the door open, and dislodged the drifts that had collected this afternoon.

Now who on earth would be sneaking into one of his barns on a night like this?

He was pretty sure that a couple of the neighboring teenagers used his barns on warm summer nights for purposes he did not want to confirm. Kids would be kids, after all, and a snug barn was a lot more comfortable than a mosquito-infested field when you were eagerly trying to get your girlfriend to give it up. He was pretty sure he’d walked in on one such encounter last summer…but if there had been kids up in the hayloft, they’d shut up real fast, and he hadn’t gone looking for proof.

It might have been many years since he’d courted a pretty young girl on a lovely summer night, but he still remembered how a trace of danger heightened the excitement.

Well, let them have their fun. They’d only be young once.

In the dead of winter, though, with another storm brewing just beyond the canyon ridge… Anyone venturing out in this kind of weather on foot had to be either crazy, stupid, or just plain desperate. And a little wild they might be, but none of the kids in Hazard fell into any one of those other categories.

Slowly he pushed the door open, and wished he’d thought to