Sweet WORDS Nikki Winter
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For all my people who are romantic at heart, this one is just for you. Jayha made me do it. Oh, and so there is no confusion, Dex belongs strictly to her. —Nikki
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Even When You Don't Believe His long-legged strides quickly carried him up the steps of the large building. Since his hands were full, he took one huge booted foot and kicked the door a few times. Despite the fact that the place was closed and it was after hours, he had no doubt she'd open up for him. It was their nightly routine, something neither of them would ever break—or at least he knew he'd never break it. He stepped back when one large mahogany door cracked open just the tiniest bit. “What's the password?” Dex tried not to laugh at the poor imitation of a baritone that Harlow Roberts gave, but it slipped out anyway. Balancing his book bag, he held up the containers and cups. “Chicken-fried steak, rice pilaf, mac and cheese, a large sweet tea, and blondie brownies for dessert,” Dex answered. There was a husky moan that had his jeans tightening before the door swung open completely.
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“You're trying to do one or two things, Dexter Franklin.” Her thickly lashed gray-green eyes sparkled behind her glasses as her perfectly arched brows rose. “And that would be?” “You're talking dirty to me about good foods and such to get me outta my panties or add some more meat to these hips.” He watched as her hands ran down her sides and to said hips, mentally arguing with his cock. So far there had been statements like, Take her! Take her now, dammit! and, I'm begging you to take her! Please! Dex ignored each one and focused on swallowing normally. “Either result would be fine with me,” he retorted. She rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm. “Get in here, man. I'm starving.” Chuckling, he followed her as she locked the doors and then led him to their normal spot toward the back. She already had their table set up, the chairs pulled out. They got everything organized before sitting and saying grace. While Dex had picked up all
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Nikki Winter of Harlow's favorites from Grayson's Place and Sweet Temptations, he'd gotten something different for himself. However, listening to her moan over every bite of her food had him forgetting said food. Harlow must've felt him staring, because her eyes opened and she peered over at him. “You're not eating,” she stated around a mouth full of food. His lips quirked. That was Harlow—too blatant to censor herself and too aloof to give a shit. This was the same woman who'd once told him, “Generally when people give a shit it means I don't.” With the face of an angel, body of a full-figured vixen, and personality of everything one man could want, Dex often found himself wondering why someone hadn't snatched her up yet. She was, in a word, perfect—or at least perfect for him. It was a fact he could state out loud, if he wasn't so damn chicken-shit scared of her laughing in his face if he so chose to ask her out. He'd met Harlow when he'd started working on his MS in Biological and Agricultural Engineering at Texas A&M. He’d lived off campus but not too far
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away, which meant his apartment complex was full of frat boys, and that inevitably led to parties and noise, which inevitably led to him trying to find a peaceful place to study before he created a massacre. The more time he'd spent at the library, the more they saw each other. Eventually Harlow had just come out and asked him if he was some kind of weirdo. “You aren't some kind of freak who’s studying decapitation methods and old-world-torture just so I can be your next victim, are you? Because while I know everybody has to go sometime, I'm just not interested in that being my particular fate.” True, he'd watched her more often than not, but what were you supposed to do when your living wet dream was right in front you? It had to have been the strangest introduction he'd ever had in his life, but the woman was just too quirky and cute to pass up knowing. So much about her, from the simple way those strangely colored eyes looked at him to the way anything she wore hugged her generously curved figure, made him want her. The question was whether
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way your nostrils flared the tiniest bit, your pupils dilated, and your lids lowered. That's a 'I've got ass on my mind' look if I ever saw one.” Snorting, he shook his head. “The things that come outta your mouth...” “Are usually true unless I'm lying and someone can prove it.” He grinned and picked up his sandwich again while shaking his head. “Insanity wrapped in a very pretty package.” *** Was it wrong that her heart stopped just a little at the words? Or that she was staring at Dex just a little too hard? He always made her stare with the way that one piece of dirty blond hair always fell on his forehead, or how those two dimples he had in one cheek peeked out when he talked, or maybe it was the way those wide hazel eyes sparkled with a constant humor that intrigued her. Dexter Franklin was a conundrum. He was a walking advertisement for why saving a horse and
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Nikki Winter riding a cowboy was a good idea, but there was such a boyish, heartfelt romantic underneath that sometimes she had to just sit back and listen to him talk. The way his deep voice hitched with excitement every time he talked about working on the Halima ranch or how much closer he was to graduating never failed to enthrall her just a little. He was sweet, goofy, and he had one of the best asses she'd ever seen in a pair of jeans or otherwise. His build was beautiful. Standing at six foot five, he had the muscle mass of a man who worked and worked hard. Broad shoulders with a cut chest and back. Just watching his biceps flex made her bite her lip at times. The man was something straight out of a Beautiful Trouble Publishing romance. From the low rumble of his voice that bottomed out in the pit of her stomach to the lazy grace he possessed, Dexter Franklin turned all her gears on and into overdrive. Now if she could just figure out how to get him to fuck her until she was close to the edge of unconscious, then all would be right in her world.
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Sometimes Fate “What're you doing?” Dex jumped a little when Harlow's question reached him. He'd wandered off in the library when she'd gone to the bathroom, but he still hadn't gotten what he'd been looking for, dammit! Turning, he scratched the back of his head and said, “Uh...I was just looking for a book.” She raised a brow and tilted her head. “What kind of book?” He shrugged. “I dunno, just a good read.” “You do know that you're in the romance section, don't you?” He did his best to look confused. “Really?” Faking it as best as he could now, he looked up and down the shelves and grunted. “Hunh, I didn't even realize that.” “That's funny, because the big-ass sign hanging over this aisle that says 'Romance Section' is usually a clear indicator,” Harlow replied.
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Nikki Winter Dex gave a mock frown. “Are you calling me a liar?” Snorting, she answered, “I'm saying that you're over here for a reason but you don't wanna tell me, and I'm gonna respect that.” Puffing out his chest, he did a little male posturing. “I don't read girly books, thank you very much. I just wandered over here by mistake.” “Whatever you say, Dex.” “You sound skeptical. Do I need to prove my status as a man here?” He growled playfully. “Because I will.” Giggling, she backed away from him. “No, cromagnon. I already believe you're all man.” He nodded. “Damn right.” “You just happen to be a man who reads romances.” She was backing away as he mirrored her footsteps. “I don't read those touchy feely 'I'm gonna sigh now because this was just so romantic' stories.” Harlow's eyes went wide, and she bit her plump
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bottom lip before smirking. “Really?” One hand emerged from behind her back, and with it a book. As a matter of fact, it was one of those touchy feely 'I'm gonna sigh now because this was so romantic' books. The same book that Dex had been looking for the sequel to before she'd busted him. His face heated as he stared at the way her eyes twinkled. “What's that?” “Just one of those girly stories that I found in your book bag,” she answered all nonchalant-like. Now how did he get out of this one with his manly pride intact? Dex started to open his mouth, but she held out her other hand. “Whatever lie you're about to tell need not even leave your mouth, dude. So you read romances. What's the big deal?” Harlow shrugged, tossed the book at him and sauntered off. But she didn't get it, did she? He didn't read these books for the hell of it. There was something to those stories. Dex could admit that he wasn't exactly ready to scream that he had a collection of Beautiful Trouble Publishing romances hidden in the back of his closet, but the storylines, the
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Nikki Winter heroines... He couldn't explain it, but those books always managed to take him somewhere he'd never been. At least not until he met Harlow. And for the past few weeks, they'd even been teaching him how to step up to being an alpha. Dex looked down at the cover of Walk Softly and Carry a Big Lick. Sighing, he muttered to himself, “Maybe it's time to apply a few of those lessons,” before heading after Harlow. *** Great shizz balls! The man read love stories! Harlow was still in a state of shock. The man who was big as shit just because, the man whose voice sounded like thunder every time he spoke, and the man whose muscles had muscles who had muscles, was actually reading love stories! She didn't know whether to laugh or tell him how adorable it was. So deep in her contemplation, Harlow didn't even hear Dex when he came up behind her, but she definitely felt him when he swung her around and pinned her to a side wall. The look on his face made
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her swallow whatever she was about to say. He was wearing the “I've got ass on my mind” face again, and if she didn't know any better she'd swear that it was her ass on his mind. “Uh...Dex?” Those hazel eyes never stopped their slow appraisal of her, and every place they touched left a trail of heat behind. “Yeah?” Was it her imagination, or had his voice gone just a little lower and a little deeper? The fact that her clit thumped as if it were nodding to her question was answer enough for her. “What're you doing?” He stepped closer and leaned in before answering, “Something I've been thinking about for a while now.” Her breath stilted and then sped up. “And that would be?” “Asserting my dominance and claiming what's mine.” Forcing a laugh, she sassed, “Learn that from those girly books, did you?” Dex's smile was slow and wolfish at best. “As a
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cock that she'd been fantasizing about for months felt like granite as he melded their hips and pushed into her slightly. Harlow's short nails dug into his shoulders, and she couldn't help but push her hips back, his groan sending a shudder right through her. When the need for air became more important, he pulled back. Panting now, Dex stared down at her before grinning. “I think I learned pretty well, don't you?” All she could do was stare all wide eyed and nod before stuttering out, “Uh...y-yeah. I'd say so.”
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Will Intervene If he thought kissing Harlow would solve anything or make anything easier, he was so wrong. Somehow he just couldn't bring himself to make the next move, and so he fled like a virgin on prom night. For three days straight he'd been just dropping off food for her and making his lonely way home. How was he ever supposed to get Harlow if he couldn't even get past a kiss? Frustrated, Dex kicked around a haystack until a voice cut in. “Abusing the hay is not gonna make you feel any better, dude.” He turned toward Victory Hines, raising a brow at her. “Excuse me, penguin, hasn't your waddling been restricted to the grounds close to the ranch house only?” She rubbed one hand across her large belly and grinned. “Yes, but you and I both know that my 'give a shit' is off kilter due to recent changes in my body.
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Therefore anything my husband says is promptly ignored unless the words fried, pickles, and/or fried pickles are involved.” For the first time in days, Dex smiled. “You say that now, but when Rod finds you it'll be a whole different story.” Snorting, she found an unmoved haystack and he watched, with great amusement, as she tried to sit down. Finally she appeared to get fed up and glared at him. “Will you help?” He grinned a bit. “I was kinda hoping to see you roll over by mistake and end up on your back...like a turtle.” “Dexter Franklin.” Sighing, he rolled his eyes and helped her. “There, now you're all comfy.” “You wanna tell me what happened between you and Harlow?” He swung back around at the question. “How...” Smirking, Vic said, “I took the troop to the library to grab some new books, and while they were
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you
and
Rod
first
started...I
dunno...dating, how exactly did he go about it? I mean what made you want him?” Vic's smile was so warm, her eyes looking at something that he couldn't see, but from the expression on her face he could feel it. This was a
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woman in love. “Ah...my Roderick is a take and conquer kinda guy, if you haven't noticed. All alpha, all the time.” “And that didn't scare you?” “Oh yeah, it most definitely did, but that had more to do with me than him. It freaked me out that every time he got like that something softened in me and, dare I say it, wanted to submit.” She shuddered. “Not that insane crap that happens in some relationships where one spouse gets run over by the other, but not having to be strong all the time or depend on myself...that's what I wanted but couldn't say. When you're stubborn as hell and the only daughter of an ex-Marine, you know and learn how to do things on your own because you never wanna have to depend on anyone, but Rod made it easy. Okay, that was a lie. He made it hard as hell because he'd just rush in instead of consulting me first.” She sighed and then smiled a bit. “But in the end I learned to stop fighting it so much because it led to nothing but us going in circles. Now I have this insane
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Southerner, baby boy. That means that subtlety and slow operation aren't in your genetic code. You weren't built like a brick shit house to sit on the sidelines and watch everyone else conquer. Dexter Franklin, you're an alpha. That's in your genetic code. It's a part of who you are whether you want to admit it or not.” She tugged his ears. “I get that it scares you, but you've gotta stop being chicken-shit.” “Pregnancy has made you meaner than you were. That scares me,” Dex said, making the saddest face he could muster. “Allow me to get a nine-pound weight and drop it on your bladder for hours and hours a day; then we can see how nice you feel,” she said sweetly. “Um...no thanks.” “Okay, then shut the hell up and listen. If you don't snatch Harlow up someone else will, because let’s face it, the woman is someone's wet dream come true.” “That's such a wonderful way to compliment her.”
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quickly as she could and waddled toward the back exit. “Lemme know how everything goes!” she threw over her shoulder as she left. “She moves pretty quick for a pregnant lady,” Dex muttered. “Have you seen Vic?” Rod asked, finally making it into the barn. “She waddled that way,” he answered, pointing in the direction she'd gone. “Dammit! I told her to keep her pregnant ass close to the house!” Rod growled, heading out after her. Dex shook his head and thought about what Vic had told him. Nodding, he left the barn. “Time to really put those stories to use.”
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And it All Starts Harlow was in a bad mood. Wait, no, that wasn't an accurate description. She was pissed. Three days. Three freaking days he'd been avoiding her. All for what? Shaking her head, she leaned against her station's counter and thought of different ways she could maim Dexter Franklin as she watched a few stragglers mull about the library. It was about fifteen minutes from closing time, and she couldn't wait to get the hell home. She'd just managed to get to a lovely fantasy of shoving a stiletto-clad foot up his ass when a paper bag, with some of the most delicious smells known to man floating from it, was set in front of her as one large arm slowly threaded around her waist. “You mad at me?” Harlow really, truly hated the way her nipples went all hard and started stinging when that low, smooth voice reached her ears. “What's in the bag?” she asked, instead of answering his question.
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“Louisiana-style gumbo with fresh-baked French bread and red velvet cheesecake for dessert.” One large palm splayed across her belly and pulled her back until they were pressed together. “I asked if you were mad at me.” “And I could answer if I were talking to you, but I'm not because you're an asshole,” she whispered. “So I take it you're mad at me.” His tone was amused as he walked them forward and closer to the counter. “You broke our routine.” Could he tell she was hurt? Because she was. Three days without Dexter was something she never wanted to experience again. His other arm came up and around her as he squeezed her closer, and Harlow gasped when she felt something akin to the size and width of a cucumber pressing into her ass. “I know.” He kissed her temple as his hands slid down her legs and slowly gathered the bottom of the knee-length skirt she'd been wearing, dragging it up. She knew no one could see them due to the fact
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somebody's
gonna
see
us?”
he
questioned, nuzzling the side of her neck before he found that sweet spot on her right shoulder and bit down ever so gently. Harlow's exhale left her in a hiss of air as her hands reached for the counter, trying to find some form of an anchor. He grunted before commanding, “Keep 'em there. If you move them, I will stop.” “Dex...” “Hush, I'm working here.” She finally felt his hand slide in a maddeningly slow pace as it reached her panties. When he stopped, she started to turn around, but his softly murmured “Unh-unh” made her stop.
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Harlow's knees almost buckled when those large hands made their way around her waist and to her ass, but she kept her eyes forward, watching as the few people who'd been there started filing out. His growl was deep when he asked, “Have you been wearing scraps of nothing like this every day?” Since her mouth was full of cotton, she decided to just nod, knowing he was referring to the pink lace thong she was wearing. Dex's palm colliding with her ass made her jump. “When I ask you something I want an answer, not a nod. Understand?” Well shit... “Yes,” she croaked. Who was this woman, and what had she done with Harlow? Right about now she should've been beating the living shit out of Dex, but she was too busy trying to keep herself from begging him to take her. That was so not normal. “Good. It's closing time, which means I can lock the doors. Don't move,” he commanded as he walked off. Don't move? She was bent across a counter with
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“You thought I was making a request while in actuality that was a demand.” Calmly he put that shirt with his hat, and his hands went to his belt buckle. He didn't take it off, just undid it along with the top button of his jeans. “And while I've played it safe and calm, that's getting me nowhere, which means I have to take a whole new approach.” His gait was easy as he made his way toward her. “And what's that?” She was trying desperately to stop shaking…without success. “To stop fighting what's a basic part of me. That starts now, and it starts with you.” Since she had no response for that, she promptly shut her mouth. *** If he didn't know any better, he'd think he’d broken her, but this was Harlow he was talking about. She'd come up with a snappy remark eventually. Right now, though, he was on a roll and didn't really care if she spoke unless it involved screaming his name. Dex found that not holding back was way easier then he
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He trailed his hands from her collarbone to the globes of her breasts and rotated his palms against her nipples, enjoying the way her hips jerked forward. His right hand made its way to her back and then slid over the beautifully formed globes of her ass, stopping to give a squeeze to both before coming back to her opened thighs. The smell of her was driving him crazy. Did this woman not understand the power she had over him? Didn't she get that he wouldn't trade being on his knees for her like this for anything in the world? Three days without her had been three days of hell, but he was about to remedy that. Using his forefinger and middle finger, he slid them between the wet folds of her sex, almost grinning when she groaned and jerked forward again. He pulled back, knowing that the tease was just as pleasurable as what he was about to do. “So wet,” Dex murmured. “Is all this just for me, baby?” Looking up, he watched her bite her bottom lip and nod. “What did I say about nodding?” His hand
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floor. “Harlow.”
Her eyes snapped open at his voice, staring directly into the hazel orbs that had once seemed so unsure and boyish. Now they stared down at her with a possessiveness that should've scared her but did nothing except turn her on more. “Yes.” “You're mine, and if another man who isn't in your same gene pool ever touches you, I'll snap him in half like a number two pencil and have no regrets. Are we clear?” What was she supposed to say to that except for, “Yes.” Dex nodded. “Good.” And that was when she felt the head of his cock just waiting for entrance inside her. “I plan on taking you now. Any objections?” Of course her answer was, “No.” He nodded and said, “Good” all over again before he slammed inside her so hard that they slid a foot away from their original positions. As an anchor he took his forearms and put them beneath her knees,
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“You, you, you, just please don't stop.” “Never, baby, never.” He grunted, pumping harder. Harlow could feel the tension slowly build from the base of her spine on up until it spread through her hips and belly, branching out down her legs and even causing her toes to tingle right before she came hard enough that all she saw was bright lights. Dex's roar of satisfaction soon followed. When he gently lowered himself on top of her, still between her thighs as his head rested on her breasts, she could do nothing but weakly run her fingers through his dirty blond hair and whisper, “Apology accepted.”
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demanded.
“I'm
Sweet WORDS up thinking
because
I've
got
something really important to tell you, and I want you to listen closely. If I think for one moment you're not paying attention, then I stop. Understand?” “Yes.” The word was said softly, as if she were desperately trying to ignore his fingers as he took the tip of his middle finger and encircled her clit while his other hand easily found the hard buds of her nipples and tugged. In the next instant her head dropped forward with a groan. “I'm not perfect, Harlow,” he whispered against her ear, tugging at the lobe. “I'll do my damnedest to make sure that you wake up with a smile every single day, but you have to give me the chance. Hear?” “Unh-huh,” she stuttered out. “I don't want anyone but you. There's nobody else who makes me feel the way you do. Nobody else understands me the way that you do, and no one could ever make me as happy as you do.” He easily widened her thighs and put her left leg over his hip, turning his hand to thrust two fingers inside her. Harlow gasped
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Sweet Words Five years later...
“Daddy!” Dex tried really hard to ignore the tugging on his pants’ legs, the tugging on his hair, his ears and his nose. “Daddy!” He kept right on reading, having gotten through only half the pile of stories that he'd been waiting on. So far he'd managed to read Sweet Temptations, Sweet Surrender, Slow Bucking, Deep in the Smart of Texas, Windows, Irresistible, and, well, the list could go on. Currently he was doing his damnedest to finish off another story before he could get to some more, but he had three very insistent merchants of evil trying to throw him off! “Daddy!” Knowing they wouldn’t be going anywhere until they had his full attention, he put a marker in the book and set it down, and then gave a mock scowl to his
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Nikki Winter daughter and two sons. “What do you little stinkers want?” Hendrix was the first to grin up at him. “Mommy says its bedtime and it’s your turn to get us ready.” “Yup!” D.J. added. He looked over at his baby girl. “You got something you wanna add?” Hannah grinned around the thumb in her mouth and said, “If you don't do what Mommy says, you're gonna be in trouble.” *** “Why did you send these to me?” Harlow didn't look up from her book until she heard giggles. Smiling slightly, she watched her husband do a good job of trying to get their kids off his legs. “Because it's your turn,” she answered, going back to reading. “Wait...is that my book?” “It most certainly is.” “Why do you have my book?” “Because I can.”
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Sweet WORDS
“That's not a valid reason.”
“It is in my world, now go away. You're ruining my enjoyment,” Harlow retorted. “But...” Looking
up
again,
she
raised
a
brow.
“Remember page fifty-five of this story?” she asked. He frowned and then nodded. “Yes.” “Well, if you want any of that to take place after you put the kids to sleep, I’d advise that you shift into gear and quickly.” Realization slowly dawned on Dex's face, and he turned with ease and left the room, saying, “Thank heaven for creative authors.” Giggling, Harlow went back to reading. She never would've thought that she'd get what she'd been reading about for years. Someone who adored her with every fiber of his being and could make her heart stop with just a look. Dexter Franklin was all hers, and it had all started with just a few sweet words.
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Nikki Winter When Nikki wrote her first story in the tenth grade, she knew without a doubt she was destined for greatness. Now if she could just convince everyone else… Buckling down, she’s taken the time to polish what she refers to as her “writing superiority.” She hopes that the tales she has created grab the readers’ attention, and make them devoted slaves to her will fans. If you want to let her know just how absolutely, positively awesome she is, you can always e-mail her at
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