The Cowboy's Milk

By Kinky Press

I lost his prize cow; now I need to take her place.

I was running from trouble, but I didn’t know I was about to get myself into more of it. Sleeping out the thunderstorm in a barn seemed like the wise thing to do, and I hadn’t thought anything of it when the heffer inside got lose. But the cowboy who woke me up in the morning was angrier than I could have imagined.

Reed says I need to work off the price of his award-winning cow, and an injection of his serum is the fastest way to get those results. It doesn’t take long for my utters to fill and ache for release. There’s one man on this ranch who knows what a woman with full breasts needs.

How far am I willing to go to work off my debt, and will I let Reed inject me with more than his serum?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steamy eReads
• Release date: Jul 18, 2020

Book preview

Chapter One

The storm whipped me around, pushing me inside the barn. It might’ve been bad, but it wasn’t anything close to the storm brewing back home. Finally discovering my sanctuary, I dropped my knees to the soft hay. There was darkness and then violent flashes of light as the door crashed against the frame.

I tried to reach it, but it was a useless attempt. I was exhausted, bogged down, and drenched with rain. I scooted my hips to get closer. I reached out and found a handle. I pulled down and used all of my energy to stand.

There was a rusty creak followed by a roar. Darting away in time, I avoided a massive black shape charging past me and into the door. Smashing into it, the animal was freed. Lightning crackled in the distance and illuminated the back of the charging animal as it disappeared into the night. It was spotted black and white.

Just a cow.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I staggered to the door, caught it, and slammed it shut. Roaming in the dark, I discovered the lock.

I didn’t bother to look for a light. It was a long walk. I was exhausted. The hay was comfortable. I didn’t need to worry while in that barn. It was far safer than what I was used to.

I slept easily.

I WOKE TO BLINDING light. I shielded my eyes after noticing someone in the doorway. His silhouette was large, intimidating, and with the sun blazing behind him, he looked even more menacing.

I knew he wouldn’t be happy. My mind spun. I reeled and gasped, backing my ass up until I hit a stall. The cow. I remembered now. I’d been so delirious the night before, it didn’t even occur to me that it would be a problem.

Who are you? he asked. His voice was threatening but smooth, like a shot of whiskey that would take me over the limit — that shot I know I shouldn’t take but want to. I liked my whiskey, and I liked the sound of this man, but he meant trouble.

I couldn’t go back home.

That wasn’t an option. Maybe he would call the cops on me? Even worse.

He pulled the door shut and flicked the lights on.

Oh yes, I was right. He was scowling at me. I saw that scowl reign in once he studied me.

Not every day a pretty young thing falls asleep in one of your barns, cowboy? I liked his style; dark jeans with a huge buckle and a thick belt, a white t-shirt hugging his muscles. I glanced up to his wide, powerful shoulders. Then I spotted his eyes, sharp and blue, and I was trapped.

He looked like he could take a punch with that wide jaw. I wasn’t thinking about fighting him. He would win.

Sorry I slept here last night. I’ll be on my way.

I stood up. My clothes were still damp. I wore a long tank top with a thunderbird print. It clung to my skin but hung low in the front, flashing a lot of cleavage. I wore some low cut shorts that revealed a lot of leg, and some ass too if I turned around.

Where’s Cass?

Cass? Oh, the cow. I grimaced and peered away. He took a step closer. I watched his eyes flicker with hatred and his muscles tighten, threatening violence. I backed off and held my hands up.

Wait, let me explain.

He held