The fact that she’s a married woman isn’t a thought in my brain right now. Her husband doesn’t count in my mind, because real men don’t abuse and hurt their wives.
All I can focus on is her and the way she’s turning me on with every little whimper that falls from her lips.
I grip her hair at the roots, pulling her back slightly. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”
She stares at me with piercing emerald eyes before dipping back down to kiss me again with her sensual pink lips. She moves her body so that she’s straddling me now, grinding against my rock-hard cock. I could come like this, just from this movement and the fact that I’ve fantasized about her for as long as I’ve known her.
She suddenly jerks back, hands scrabbling to undo my belt.
Fuck, she wants to do it right now.
After years of rejecting me, she can’t even wait until we get to a bed, and it’s hot as fuck.
While she works on getting my pants undone, I reach for the button of her jeans. I slide the zipper down before dipping my hand into her underwear to feel how wet she is.
“Fuck, baby, you’re dripping.”
I rub my finger over her, exploring her entrance. I dip the tip of my index finger into her, watching her mouth form an O as I do it. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she moans.
“Duke …”
I pull my hand out, bringing my finger to my mouth before I suck it between my lips. She blinks at me, like she’s in a daze.
She tastes sweet with a little tanginess that’s so perfect, and like Dallas, I want more. I slide my hand back into her jeans, but she grabs my wrist, stopping me right before my knuckle grazes her clit.
I freeze, waiting. She squeezes my wrist until I slowly remove it from her jeans. She climbs off of me, chest rising and falling with each heavy inhale.
Her gaze flutters over to me again. I can’t make out her full expression in the dimly lit vehicle.
“This was a mistake,” she says.
She wets her lips, swallowing. Then she opens the door to my truck, gets out, and slams it shut.
3
DUKE
“Damn, these girls look good! All right, let’s get them back to the chutes. I hear a beer and a shower calling my name.” I’m yelling so my voice will carry across the thundering herd of cattle to my best friend, Sam Seymour’s, ears.
The stench of manure and sweat permeates the air as the Texas sun steadily lowers toward the horizon.
Sam came over to work cows on Redford Ranch. He’s the best thing that ever happened to his fiancée, Dolly—aside from the pleasure of her getting to be my sister, of course. If he wasn’t such a damn endearing son of a bitch, who killed a man to protect her, I wouldn’t have given him my blessing to put a ring on her finger.
“You just wanna do it here or back at my place?” Sam yells back.
We’re supposed to be going out for his bachelor party tonight, but he keeps trying to get me to cancel the original plan to go out to the bars, instead wanting to stay home andplay poker. He’s so pussy-whipped. My sister’s been carrying his balls around in her purse for months now.
“No, we’re going out. You can be away from her for one night, Seymour, damn.”
We’re herding the half-grown bulls and their mamas up to the ranch house, where the arena and the pens are for sorting. They’re due for a round of vaccines. This group is at the age where we start determining which ones are bound for the sale barn, which ones will be fed out for beef, and which, if any, we want to keep here.
I spur my horse, Lady Liberty, and take off on the flank side of the herd. Holden—my oldest brother, who stole my ex-girlfriend like a dick—is riding up ahead with one of his and said ex-girlfriend’s little girls in front of him on the saddle. Birdie is two and a half, so this is her first cattle drive.
Judging by the grin splitting her chubby cheeks, she’s in heaven.
Never thought I’d see the day when my tough-as-shit ex-con brother became a girl dad with a marshmallow center, but I’ll be damned if it isn’t the cutest thing in the world.
He brushes her coppery-red curls out of her eyes.
