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“More,” she begged. “More, Cade.”

His fingers joined his mouth, moving the drenching lubrication of her body to her anus. His finger dipped in with each pass, pressing against her, easing his way into her body. Marly was on fire. She panted, fighting to relax, to further invite the invasion of his finger into her body. When it came, she nearly screamed from the bite of bliss that seared her.

His finger was inside her now, stretching her, moving smoothly as he tongued her cunt to delirium, spreading the silky liquid back, keeping the entrance hot and easy to access as he drove her higher, always higher.

She was falling. Dying. The harsh ring of the phone on the table beside Cade’s bed was barely noticeable until he reared up with a virulent curse.

“No,” she gasped, clutching at him, her body slammed suddenly back to earth, the edge of oblivion shattered.

Growling, cursing, he jerked the phone from the bedside table.

“What?” His voice was so harsh, so graveled that even Marly flinched.

“Then get the fuckers back in the damned pasture.” He raked his fingers through his hair, his chest heaving. “Shit. Shit. I’ll be right there.”

Cade slammed the phone down, then turned and looked down at Marly. She looked drunk, high and dazed.

“Cattle are filling the yard. They got out of the pasture.” He raked his fingers through his hair again. “I have to go, Marly.”

She was fighting for breath, her fists clenched beside her, her eyes large, dark and pleading. She had been so close. So fucking close, but not close enough to throw her over before that damned phone would have disturbed her.

“Cattle?” she gasped, closing her eyes.

Her body was tight, once again damp with sweat and trembling. Trembling in need. It was a shimmer through her body that echoed in his. A need to release. He couldn’t leave her this way. He dropped to the bed again, his mouth going to the saturated flesh between her thighs and began to feast on the creamy nectar.

With his thumb on her sensitive clit, rasping it with gentle strokes, he moved his head lower, then plunged his tongue swiftly inside her melting vagina. One thrust and she heaved. On the second she tightened, arching high and hard. The third had her screaming, convulsing mindlessly as the sweet essence of her release began to fill his mouth and his own hollow ejaculation spilled to the sheets.

She collapsed to the bed long moments later, boneless and spent, her hands falling from his shoulders. Cade rose painfully from her body, and shook his head in disbelief. She was asleep. Damn it all to hell, but she was asleep. He flipped the blanket over her body, and went quickly to the bathroom to clean up. Ten minutes later he was dressed and running down the stairs to meet Sam and Brock at the front door.

“What the hell happened?” Sam mumbled sleepily.

“Cattle’s loose in the yards. Bret says it looks like the whole herd is busy munching the lawn grass,” Cade bit out furiously, not even certain why he was so pissed. Cattle got loose all the time. “Get out there and get them herded back, then we’ll find the break in the fence.”

“Damn, thought we had cowboys hired,” Sam sighed.

“We do, and they need help, so get your ass out there.” He pushed Sam none too gently out the door, then stared in amazement at the sea of bovine guests. “Dammit to hell.” His curse rang through the yard with his disgust. “Get these damned animals back the hell where they belong.”

There were days, or nights in this case, Cade thought, that he wondered if Sam was right all along. Surely to hell he could pay someone to put up with this shit.

* * * * *

They dragged into the house long after dawn, dusty and tired, with nerves fraying at the ends. Entering the kitchen, he found Marly and Greg seated at the kitchen table, laughing at some joke as they finished breakfast. Eggs, ham, biscuits. He was starved.

“Well, at least the two of you are comfortable,” he snapped, eying them suspiciously.

Once again, Marly was dressed in only one of his shirts and a pair of his socks. Her legs were crossed, in the boy’s line of vision and it infuriated him. Especially considering the fact that it was all the James boy could do to keep his eyes off them.

Marly blinked in surprise.

“Um, I need to shower, Marly.” Greg jumped to his feet, uneasy in Cade’s presence anyway, the sight of his anger was enough to leave him scurrying.

“What’s your problem?” She frowned as she rose to her feet.

“What could be my problem?” he growled, stomping to the coffee pot. “You leave your balcony door open all night then awaken me screaming like a banshee. Some moron let the cattle out, and I walk in here to find you two cozying over breakfast. At least be good enough to do it in private.”

He watched the surprised hurt that crossed her face.

“I don’t have time to baby-sit you today either,” he bit out. “I have work to do.”

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