"Who's a bastard?" I asked. "Who gave me what?" Sam," he snapped. "Preston, Sam Stevenson is not the heroic figure that you think he is, and neither i... his wife. I can't blame her for cutting me off at the knees, because she hates me. But I never gave her a reason to hate me, Preston. I can't help who I am. But Amanda, as you've seen with me, can be quite a bitch if you get on her bad side." Ellington, what did you expect? You tried to take over our company. And you tried to do it through a. You do what you have to do and come up when you’re ready. We’ll look forward to you and the family arriving.”“You have a wagon available here?” he asked.“No, but one of the reasons I’m here is to see the wainwright,” I replied and then hurried on, seeing him getting ready to object. “I need to arrange for coal wagons to be built and delivered. He usually has regular wagons for sale, and the Estancia never has enough wagons, so I’ll buy one and you can deliver it for me. That you’ll be using it. Tears streamed his eyes as his body refused to do what he needed it too. Pain had never been something Aaron feared. His mother's abandonment helped him to grow a callus layer emotionally, but never before had he felt such physical agony. Helplessness threatened to engulf him as he lay in his doorway, half his body inside half out.Forcing himself not to panic, Aaron took some deep breaths. He realised slow, shallow breaths did not cause a stir in his body too much, allowing his mind to focus on. Her breathing quickened and deepened, keeping time with her finger strokes. Moving her hands up, she centered her strokes about her woman’s place, touching her moist lips and stroking up between them, moving ever more quickly as she neared her release. Allowing a series of small moans to escape her lips, she brought her fingers up around her pearl, which brought her over the top while she envisioned Niall thrusting into her. “Oh, Niall,” she hoarsely whispered as the shudders ran through her.