"Hey, boys! It's nice to meet y'all." I instilled as much saccharine sweetness as I could into my tone, my smile. Reel them in. Make them suffer. "But look, you're barkin' up the wrong tree. 'Cause this guy's massive cock?" I tossed a thumb in Brody's direction. "Cracked me wide open, and I'm afraid your little dick energy just ain't gonna cut it." I smiled sweetly. "Sorry!"
They chuckled and shook their heads, making for the tack room.
When I turned around, Brody's expression was lighter than I'd seen it since I arrived on Wild Acre Ranch. And for someone who seemed so full of light last night, I was glad to be the one to help him get it back today.
"Alright, Brody Lancaster—best damn farrier in all of Meagher County—how's about that tour?"
CHAPTERSIX
Tours weren't reallymy thing. I was a farrier, not some damn tour guide.
But here I was, leadin' Calvin across Wild Acre Ranch like she was a visiting dignitary instead of the woman who'd made me come untouched less than twelve hours ago.
The memory hit me every few steps—her taste still lingerin' on my tongue, the sound she'd made when she came apart on my face. Made it hard to focus on pointin' out feed troughs and fence lines when all I could think about was how she'd looked at me like I was somethin' to be devoured.
Definitely didn't hate her company, though.
Seein' Wild Acre Ranch through her eyes was a goddamn delight.
"How big is this place?" she asked, stoppin' at the edge of the ranch's largest grazing pasture.
"Little over twenty-two hundred acres."
She whistled low, and the sound went straight to my dick. Everything about this woman seemed designed to mess with my head.Heads.Calvin hummed as we stood lookin' out over the herd. "Twenty-two hundredwiiiildacres."
I followed her gaze across the rolling hills dotted with cattle. The sun painted everything golden, and with the mountains rising in the distance, I guessed it was pretty damn spectacular. I'd just forgotten to notice.
"Been here my whole life," I said. "Sometimes you stop seein' what's right in front of you."
She turned to look at me then, somethin' shiftin' in her expression. For a second, the sharp edges softened, and I caught a glimpse of somethin' vulnerable underneath all that armor.
"Must be nice," she said quietly. "Having roots that deep."
"What about you? Where's home?"
"Wherever I park my truck." She shrugged, but it felt forced. She turned back to take in the view. "It's beautiful," she said softly.
"Yeah," I agreed. But I wasn't lookin' at the scenery. I was lookin' ather. "Beautiful."
She must have caught something in my voice because she turned, eyebrow raised.
"Whatchya starin' at, boy scout?"
I shook my head. "Can't believe you're here. This mornin's been wild."
She giggled, but it wasn't really a giggle.Too girly.It wasn't a chuckle either.Too manly.It was this light yet husky, taunting yet comforting sound that had my dick twitchin' in my pants.
I wanted to hear it again.
And again.
And again.
Goddammit. I needed this little infatuation I was developing like I needed a hole in the head.
Which was to say, not fucking at all.
Shit had already gotten awkward as fuck up at the house with Sassy and Rhett. Last thing I needed was Calvin gettin' wind of the whole drama fest we had going on here on the ranch. From what I could tell, she'd take far too much pleasure in stirrin' up shit.
