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“Thank you,” Tess said, pulling him down to kiss her. She wasn’t quite ready for that yet, and maybe she never would be, but she liked the fact that Spike was leaving it up to her to decide.

Tess was still kissing Spike, when she felt Peyton’s whole body go rigid beneath her. He didn’t pull out of her because he didn’t need to. He grunted loudly as his cock pulsed within her, and Tess came a second time. Her rear hole tensed and released rhythmically around the bisonman’s shaft as his abundant climax filled her.

“Oh my God,” Tess moaned. “Peyton, I can feel it. I can feel you coming inside me. It’s so warm, and there’s so much of it.”

She fell back against him, panting and spent. Then she turned her head and looked for Roscoe. The alpha was still standing there in the distance, but Spike and Peyton still hadn’t seen him.

“I think I’m ready to be milked,” Tess said softly. “But this time, I want you both to lie down on your backs so I can feed it to you.”

The bisonmen didn’t argue with her about that. They laid themselves down on the grass just how she wanted, and she leaned over them so her breasts were hanging down in their faces. She could feel Peyton’s sticky warmth leaking out of her and dripping down her legs, and she wondered if Roscoe would be able to see that from so far away.

She hoped so.

CHAPTER 29

That night, Tess’s heart was beating a little less frantically as she slipped inside the barn and climbed the stairs in the dark. This was the second night in a row she had snuck into the barn. If everything went according to plan, it would be the last.

As she made her way down the long walkway, she heard the creaking sound again, but this time it didn’t startle her because she knew the source of it now—the old metal weathervane perched atop the roof of the barn. She smiled and shook her head, remembering her foolish fear from the night before.

Nearing the end of the walkway, she searched the wall for the light knob, and this time she found it almost immediately. She was getting way too good at sneaking around like this. It made her feel both proud and ashamed at the same time.

After tonight, she wouldn’t need to sneak around anymore. She just needed to send one final message to Shannon Duffy. Then her sneaking days would be over.

Tess twisted the knob just a smidgen, until the light bulb gave out just enough light to see by. Then she knelt in front of the desk and gathered what she needed from the drawers—the telegraph key and a flat-head screwdriver. After a minute, she had the key connected to the telegraph machine, and she was ready to send her message.

This time, she didn’t need to spend as much time preparing it. She already knew exactly what she wanted to say.

She asked Shannon Duffy to please disregard her previous message. She no longer needed transport to Arizona. She apologized for any inconvenience she might have caused—hopefully not much, since Shannon would not have departed yet—and she told Shannon not to worry about her. She was safe and sound right where she was.

As soon as Tess was finished tapping out the message in Morse Code, she disconnected the telegraph key and placed it back into its drawer. Immediately, she felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

She’d been much too hasty in sending that first message to Shannon Duffy the night before. She shouldn’t have done that. She should have talked to Spike first, instead of simply believing everything Roscoe had told her. She still wasn’t sure whether or not she would stay here in the secluded valley with Spike and Peyton. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to put up with Roscoe’s presence.

But she was willing to try.

And she had ten more days to make up her mind. After that, Peyton’s airship would be ready. If, by that time, she still hadn’t managed to reach some kind of peaceful coexistence with Roscoe, then she would ask Peyton to take her to Arizona as he had promised. Until then, she would do her best to avoid making any more rash decisions.

Tess doused the light and walked back down the long walkway in the dark. She heard the weathervane creaking outside, but she paid it no mind. She descended the stairs back down to the ground level, then exited the barn and started making her way across the yard to the house.

The moon wasn’t as full as it had been the night before, but there were fewer clouds now, and the light fell more evenly across the valley. It was a beautiful sight, and Tess paused to take it all in. She could see wild bison sleeping in the distance, dark specks against the paler color of the moonlit grass. The only sounds were the soft sweep of the breeze drifting down the valley, and the gentle clatter of the windmill as it spun lazily in the dark.

Suddenly a deep voice shattered the quiet.

“What are you doing, hucow?”

The unexpected question startled Tess so badly she almost jumped right out of her skin. She gasped on an inhale and spun to see who had spoken to her. Even in the dark, Tess had no trouble discerning which of the three brothers she was looking at. The golden alpha sign gleamed brightly where it caught the silver of the moon.

She hadn’t spoken to Roscoe since she had seen him watching her in the field that afternoon. The alpha had been absent at dinner, and she had already been in bed by the time he had gotten home from whatever tasks he had been doing. But now, here he was, standing right in front of her. His presence filled her veins with ice.

Then Tess’s eyes dipped below his waist, and the ice became fire.

Roscoe wasn’t wearing any britches, and between the twin pillars of his muscular thighs, the shape of his exposed male member hung huge and heavy in the moonlight. Tess choked back a startled cry.

“I asked you a question,” Roscoe growled. “What are you doing up?”

Tess jerked her eyes up to the bisonman’s scowling face. Her cheeks sizzled with a combination of defiance and shame.

“I had to use the outhouse,” she blurted.