The kid's shoulders relaxed a fraction, like he'd found safe ground after navigating a minefield.Smart boy.Relief washed over his sun-weathered face.
"Yes, Ms. Calvin."
Nowthathad a nice ring to it. Better thanma'am, with its stuffy formality that made me feel ancient. Ms. Calvin struck the perfect balance—respectful without being patronizing, authoritative without being cold. I let the title roll around in my head for a moment, weighing how it felt. Like wearing a perfectly tailored jacket that hugged in all the right places.
"Alright, now deal me in."
I tossed my duffel on an open bunk and took a seat at the table. All the while, my boy scout stood in the doorway, looking at me like I hung the goddamn moon. Shit, I really needed to stop thinkin' about him asmyanything. Sure, he gave me a mind-blowing orgasm with just his tongue. And sure, his cock was, in fact, massive and I'd love to take it for a ride. But he was all drama, and I didn't need that shit. If I was smart, I would steer clear of Brody Lancaster and his supporting cast of characters.
Except I was a lot of things. Smart just wasn't one of 'em.
"You comin', Brody?"
"Yes, Ms. Calvin," he shot back with a wink.
CHAPTEREIGHT
Calvin was drunk. And so fuckin'pretty it hurt to look at her too long.
Ain't no way in hell I was lettin' her stay in the bunkhouse, no matter what kinda threats she'd thrown out.
Fuck, she was as scary as she was sexy.
And, I coulda been wrong, but I was thinkin' she had a sweet side, too. One I was certain not too many got to see.
Sounded like her daddy did a number on her. But where was her mama? Somethin' told me a woman didn't suit up with that kind of armor if she had one around.
"Alright, boys. Think it's time we call it. Got a long Monday ahead of y'all tomorrow."
"Buzzkill." Calvin jutted out her bottom lip in a pout that had my cock twitchin' in my pants. I'd been half hard all night. Couple of times I thought I might pass out from the lack of blood pumpin' to my brain.
"C'mon, viper. Time for bed. You ain't seen Rhett in boss-man mode yet. He can be a real pain in the dick."
"You ain't wrong!" Slim shouted. He was a short, stocky fucker, despite the nickname, with a head of thick, curly hair that always seemed to have his hat poppin' off. He'd been the first toYes, Ms. Calvinlike the good little boy his mama raised him to be.
"Yeah, Ms. Calvin. Better get some shut-eye," Tommy added. He was the newer of the two cowboys. A transplant from Texas. He held his own and buddied right up with Slim, whose father had retired from the ranch last year.
"Alright, boys. Thanks for playing with me." She waggled her eyebrows before turnin' toward her bunk, thick hips swayin' with each step. She had a damn fine ass. If I closed my eyes and thought real hard, I could almost imagine the feel of it, my hands squeezing tight while she rode my face.
Fuck.These really weren't the things I should be thinkin' about. I should probably be thinkin' about how I was gonna make shit right with Sassy. With Rhett.
But, damn, if that didn't feel like one big clusterfuck I wished I could avoid. I hated that Sassy was hurtin'. It was never what I wanted for her—the opposite, in fact. The Calvin slip-up had been salt in a still-open wound. I shoulda known better than to try to get my dick wet when things were still so unsettled.Such a fuckin' idiot.
Couldn't say I regretted it, though. One night coming on my own stomach while getting smothered by this woman's delicious pussy would stay locked up tight in my spank bank for eternity.
It was more than just how pretty, how sexy she was, though. She made me feel different, somehow. Maybe it was 'cause I hadn't known her my whole damn life, but it was like I could be anyone with her. Whoever the fuck I wanted to be without the expectation of being Rhett's best friend or Sassy's fiancé or Steven Lancaster's son.
I could just be her boy scout. Let her boss me around. Tell me her secrets.
Calvin toed off her black boots and slid them under the bed before she reached her hands around to her back, under the hem of her shirt and unhooked her bra. She did that wild thing I'd seen Sassy do a thousand times where she slipped the straps off and pulled it out from under the front hem.Like a goddamn magic trick.One that resulted in hard nipples straining against a too-thin t-shirt. I glanced left and right, checkin' for Slim and Tommy, who both happened to be in the bathroom.
"You ain't sleepin' in that, are you?"
She scoffed. "Of course not."
Then she thumbed open the button of her jeans, unzipped them, and wiggled the skin-tight material over her hips and past her knees before steppin' out and leaving 'em in a heap on the floor.
"Much better." She shimmied her shoulders and her tits gave a little bounce that had me hard enough to pound nails.
