Hope Against Hope: The Hope Brothers Series

HOPE AGAINST HOPE

THE HOPE BROTHERS SERIES

BOOK ONE

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2015 HONEY PALOMINO

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This book contains mature content and is intended for adults only.

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Lee Haggard watched as Eva Montgomery unbuckled his large, round belt buckle that he won in the state bull riding competition years ago. It dangled to the ground as she unfastened the front of his jeans, exposing his unbridled stallion-sized prize.

“I told you it was big,” she said to her best friend, and partner-in-crime, Violet Taylor. “It’s the biggest in Sugar Hill!”

Violet stared, wide-eyed and mesmerized, as Lee looked on with a smirk.

“I didn’t believe you,” Violet murmured. “Or anyone else.”

“Best you found out for yourself, right, ma’am?” Lee asked, tipping his hat at the kneeling women in front of him.

Violet responded silently, and soon the only sounds you could hear were Eva’s moans of approval as she watched her best friend engulf the masterpiece of masculinity that she had come to see, followed by Lee’s moans of pleasure.

Lee Haggard was a woman’s man. He knew what the women wanted, and he found great pleasure in giving it to them. All they had to do was ask, and maybe give him a place to crash now and then, a place to escape from the overwhelming reality of life for just a little while, and he was willing to go the extra mile, taking extra care to make sure it was exactly what you needed and how you needed it.

He was the rare type of cowboy that had grown up in the ‘good ol’ boys’ club, but his first priority had always been making the women in his life happy. Nothing made his cock harder than a pretty woman’s smile.

Eva and Violet were smiling. Well, Eva was. Her friend was making being in the same room with them almost unbearable, and he decided to take charge.

“Get up,” he demanded. “Both of you.”

They stood obediently, those pretty smiles spreading across their face like private gifts of consent.

“Undress,” he insisted, as he towered over their petite bodies. They peeled off their clothes, a tornado of billowy blouses, jeans, frilly panties and bras, until they stood stark naked in front of him.

Slowly, he pulled open the black pearl-buttoned shirt that stretched across his broad chest, revealing the results of years of hard work performed under the blazing rays of the unforgivable Texas sun. Tan, rugged skin covered his sinewy, lean muscles, hypnotizing the women as the shirt fell to his feet, landing in a crumpled pile next to his discarded black leather cowboy boots.

He pulled off his jeans and stood naked with the two gorgeous women, his eyes trailing up and down their bodies as he walked forward and gently pushed them down onto Eva’s bed.

He went slow at first. Tasting Eva’s nectar before diving in and engulfing Violet’s delicately perfumed center. Back and forth, he partake in their deliciousness until they were writhing on his tongue, their abandoned hands and mouths finding pleasure in each other.

He looked up and watched them, their hands caressing their soft skin, their mouths working together as they writhed under his tongue and fingers until they were crying out, their juices flowing over his hands, giving him just the pleasure he was looking for.

When he took them, Eva first, then Violet, he went slow, waiting, watching for the flush of their skin, the pulsing squeeze of their warm centers, the quickening of their breath, watching for the tiny, intuitive signs that told him to slow down or speed up or press into that spot right there until they could breathe again…and then doing it all over again, just the way they liked it, the way they yearned for it, the way they needed it.

A shiny sheen of sweat clung to his body as, hours later, he was still hard, still sinking himself into their quivering centers, his body never satisfied for long. He kissed Eva, his tongue delving deeply into her warm mouth, the passion flowing between them like a wildfire. He broke away, turning his head and kissing Violet, her warm and inviting mouth causing him to sink his cock into her harder, deeper, his body on the verge of exploding.

A loud slam of the front door shook them all out of their passionate revelry.

“Eva! I’m home!” The man’s voice sounded from the first floor.

“Fuck!” Eva hissed, standing up and digging through the pile of clothes on the floor furiously, her eyes wild and full of fear. “He’s early! I’ll distract him! Get dressed both of you! And Lee…fucking hide!”

Lee, still buried inside Violet, watched Eva leave and then turned back to Violet with a smile. His cock twitched and he began thrusting again, swelling even larger with the thrilling threat of danger on the other side of the door.

“Lee!” Violet admonished, while she opened her legs wider, her pussy quivering at Lee’s renewed vigor, and that ever present pretty smile on her face. He quickened his pace until he found exactly what he was looking for - sweet release.

The sound of approaching voices and footsteps only made him more smug. Slowly, he peeled himself away from Violet and found his clothes. Violet looked at him in awe as he shrugged on his pants, threw his shirt on, and grabbed his boots.

“Not only do you have the biggest dick in Sugar Hill, but apparently you’ve got the biggest balls, too.”

“I reckon I do, ma’am,” Lee drawled, grinning as he tipped his hat as he put it back on. He leaned down, quickly brushed Violet’s lips, and turned away, opening the French doors that led to the balcony off of Eva Montgomery’s bedroom. Stepping out into the darkness of the night, he stared up at the stars for a second before making his way down the rose trellis that led to the front yard.

“Hi there, Sheriff Montgomery,” Violet called from above.

“Violet, why in the dickens are you naked as a jay bird in my bedroom again?” the low deep voice answered her.

Lee laughed as he made his way back to his truck, hidden in the trees and out of sight of the house. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey he had left waiting on the seat and took a big swig out of it. Putting the truck in gear, he turned on the radio, and hightailed it down the Montgomery’s winding driveway, his thick tires kicking up dirt behind him, and Willie Nelson’s voice serenading him home.

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Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops - at all.

~Emily Dickinson

“Do you think they got enough balloons?” I said, as my big brother Crit, pulled dozens of red balloons from our parent’s car.

“You know how Mom is,” he replied. “She over packs, over cooks, over shops, and apparently her balloon problem is spiraling out of control, too.”

“Do you think there’s a twelve step program for over-enthusiastic mothering?” I said.

“Are you kidding? Get a bunch of women like Mom in a room, and they’ll just come up with new, inventive ways to torture us with kindness and attention.”

“I was hoping this would lighten up now that that I’ve graduated from college.”

“You’re disillusioned, sis. Did she let up on us?”

“No, I guess not.” He was right. Mom acted like we were all still six years old. I think she thought if she pretended long enough, the clock would turn backwards and she would be back in control of everything.

Now that her youngest - me - had finally graduated college, she seemed to be holding on harder than ever. Hell, Crit just turned twenty-nine and she still insisted on doing his laundry for him. Even my other two brothers, Seth and Jesse, still lived at home, and they were twenty-five and twenty-three.

Not me, though. Now that I was twenty-one, and now that I had finally graduated from Rice University in nearby Houston, I was determined to make a life of my own as soon as I could. I was starting an internship at a wildlife sanctuary outside of Houston this summer that would hopefully turn into a job after it was over.