Bourbon & Branch Water

By

Patricia Green

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Patricia
Green

I began writing for
publication at age seven, when a poem I wrote was printed in a children's
magazine. A long time went by before I got interested in further publications.
I guess I was resting on my laurels.

These days, I am living in
a city I'm not fond of, but with a partner I couldn't live without.

Things to note: my books
are all romances, in that they are about people falling in love and living
happily ever after. They also have quite a bit of erotic/adult content, so be
ready for the spicy stuff.

Enjoy!

Visit
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Chapter 1

It was such a pleasant dream, full
of heat where she sat upon a sun-warmed rock. The pine trees were fragrant and
the sky was clear and blue. Birds fluttered and called from the canopy. She
reached out to touch the red berries on the shrub next to her and her hand
encountered something else. It was weird, like she was half-asleep and
half-awake. The beautiful scenery in her dream began to fade as her hand
explored the shrubbery.

And encountered a penis.

Stormy squeaked and jerked her hand
away as though burned. Lying beside her was a gorgeous guy with light brown
hair, gray-green eyes and a smile that said he liked being the berries on her
shrub.

“Oh my god!” Stormy threw herself
from the bed dragging the luxurious bed sheet with her as she leapt. Of course
that left the guy completely naked. She squeaked again and raced for a door,
any door. Even a closet would be better than standing, wrapped only in a sheet,
in an unfamiliar bedroom with a guy she didn’t know.

Fortunately, she found a bathroom.
She slammed and locked the door, moving into the swanky room after making sure
the door was secure. It was a big bathroom, painted light blue with gold-tone
fixtures and a large walk-in shower. She glanced at herself in a full-length
mirror and caught a glimpse of something pink on her behind. Stormy let the
sheet sag in the back until her heart-shaped bottom was exposed, and all she
could do was gasp. Her butt was bright red!

Quickly she dropped the sheet and
began looking over her body for marks, bruises, anything that would explain
what the hell had happened. Finding nothing but a pink derriere, Stormy wrapped
the sheet around her again and sat down on the closed commode. Her butt smarted
and she winced. What a mess! As she rubbed her aching forehead she started to
remember the night before.

It had been a long day of festivities
as her older brother Drake got married to the love of his life, Mae. The whole
family had been there in the hotel ballroom of course. She remembered with a
smile how joyful her brothers and sister were. How heartwarming it was to see
her oldest brother, Buck, spinning his three year old daughter around near the
buffet table, his wheelchair pivoting rapidly on one cantilevered wheel. They
laughed with delight when they stopped, hugging each other as the little girl
kissed her daddy’s face with toddler enthusiasm.

Most of the guests were on the
dance floor but one guest sat about three tables to
Stormy’s
left. He was a lanky, broad-shouldered man with thick, conservatively cut, light
brown hair.

It was the guy from the bed!

She remembered how he stared
straight at her and how she’d gotten a little flustered. It was a wedding; everyone
there was an invited guest and a friend of the family. She didn’t know this
guy, but he had to be okay. Feeling flushed, she gave him a tentative smile
back.

As he stood, Stormy realized that the
man was tall, with long legs and a wedge-shaped physique, a real looker. His
suit and tie were
well-tailored
, his designer shoes
polished and gleaming. He started toward her and she tried not to stare as he
came her way. The guy walked like a panther, all easy grace and smooth, tight
muscle.

Smiling in a friendly way, he came
up to her and offered his hand. “I’m Jeff,” he said.

Jeff! His name was Jeff! The guy in
the bedroom was Jeff…Hand! That was it. His name was Jeff Hand and she was in
Jeff Hand’s bathroom.

Stormy had taken his hand and
accepted the handshake. “I’m Stormy Stillwater,” she told him. “Drake’s sister.”

“I know,” he responded. “Mind if I
sit down?”

She gestured at a chair and said, “No,
I don’t mind.”

He sat, his eyes barely leaving her
face. “I’m an old friend of Drake’s from college. He spoke of his family often
so I feel like I know you.”

Drake was not what anyone would
call a talkative fellow but she supposed he had to have done something other
than play football and study while in college. “Oh,” she struggled for
something to say. “
Uhm
…well, it was good that you
could come to his wedding.”

“It was no problem for me, Drake
and I don’t get together much anymore but we still keep in touch.” He flagged
down a waiter and gestured toward
Stormy’s
empty wine
glass. “Can you bring a bottle of white over here? The lady and I will pour it
ourselves
.”

“Yes, sir.”

They sat quietly for a minute
before Jeff spoke again. His voice was mellifluent, deep and warm. “So, tell me
about Stormy. You’re visiting from…Missouri? Montana?”

She smiled. “Montana is where I
went to school and started working, but I’ve recently moved back here to be
closer to my family. I live on the Paiute reservation with my mother and sister.”

“Ah, back in the bosom of your
family.” His gaze was friendly and interested in what she had to say. “That
must be nice.”

She giggled. Giggled! Gads. What a
ninny. “It’s got its good points and bad points. I’m looking for a rental house
either on the reservation or in Fire Gorge. They’re right next door to each
other so it would be convenient either way.” The waiter came, opened the bottle
of white wine and left them alone again. They were in a hotel ballroom full of
people, but Stormy felt like they were the only two there.

Jeff lifted his glass and gestured
toward her. She raised her glass for his toast, “to new friends.”

Her face got warm again as she
sipped her wine. “So, where are you from…Jeff?”

“I’m from Las Vegas. Well,
originally from Minnesota, but I came to Las Vegas for school and never left. I
live here in Las Vegas now. You could say we’re neighbors, Stormy--the
reservation being only an hour away and all.”

She smiled at him. This was the
kind of boy next door she could grow to like.

They chatted for a while and she
had several more glasses of wine. Stormy grew more comfortable with him as they
talked about movies, favorite musical bands and good places to dine out in
Vegas. He asked her to dance when the DJ picked a slow song, and she accepted
the invitation.

Jeff was so warm. He held her gently
but not tentatively. There was nothing hesitant about Jeff, and yet he treated
her respectfully. As they danced, he pulled her in closer to his body and
eventually,
she rested her cheek on his lapel.