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Jill’s skin heated, and she crossed her arms over her puckering nipples. She couldn’t help staring at the broad chest clothed in a black western shirt. The first few snaps were open, and several golden chest hairs peeked out.
Dale turned around and his jaw dropped. “Jill!” He rushed toward her, pulled her into his arms, and shielded her private parts from the other cowboy’s view.
“We used to share everything, Dale,” the blond said with a husky laugh.
“Go get something on,” Dale whispered in her ear.
“I heard that,” the man said, still smiling, “and I’ve already seen her gorgeous tits and her pretty red nipples.” He cleared his throat. “And what’s down below. Why not introduce us?”
“Be happy to,” Dale said, “once she’s properly covered.”
The other cowboy ignored Dale and stood, offering his hand. His denims hugged hips as lean as Dale’s. If he turned around, she’d no doubt see an ass just as fine too. He was almost as tall as Dale, which made him six-two, at least.
“I’m Travis Logan…” His voice was slightly deeper than Dale’s, with a little more of a cowboy twang. “Dale’s best friend since we were kids, and you’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen in a month of Sundays.”
The bold words sashayed around Jill’s heated body, and her already hard nipples stiffened further and poked into Dale’s golden chest. Dale’s cock came to life inside his boxers and brushed against her tummy.
An icy tingle raced through her. Amazing, how Dale could affect her so. Or was it Travis? Couldn’t be.
“Trav, don’t you have any shame?”
“You’ve known me almost my whole life, so you know the answer to that question.” Travis grinned. His full pink lips were nearly as luscious as Dale’s.
“Yeah, I guess I do,” Dale said. “Trav, this is my girl, Jillian Reynolds.”
A rush of warmth coursed through Jill at the words “my girl”.
“Mighty pleased to make your acquaintance, ma’am.” Travis squeezed her hand.
A flare of heat skittered over her skin.
“Seems Dale has all the luck. Beautiful women have always flocked to him.”
Jill leaned farther into Dale’s chest, but Travis continued to hold her hand, rubbing his thumb into her palm. His touch felt nice. Which wasn’t good. She whisked her hand away.
“Remember the good old days?” He spoke to Dale, but he stared at Jill, dropping his gaze to her breasts, which were still crushed against cowboy number one. “When we did everything together?”
Dale cleared his throat. “I remember.”
“We were team ropers,” Travis said to Jill. “Champions. Started when we were kids. Couple years ago, though, I went solo in ropin’, and Dale here switched to bustin’ broncs. I’ve been away since then, tourin’ the circuit.”
“And you, Dale?” Jill raised her gaze to his brown eyes.
“You know where I’ve been, darlin’. Here, helpin’ my grandma run this place. Doin’ the local rodeos.”
“But didn’t you ever want to tour?”
“Heck, no. I’m a homebody. I’m happy here, runnin’ the ranch”—he smiled—“hangin’ out with you.” He turned to Travis. “Jill’s from Denver.”
“I took you for a big-city gal,” Travis said. “What are you doin’ in a little cow-town like Sweetwater Junction, Wyoming?”
“I’m in computer sales. A few months ago, an opportunity came up to relocate here, and I jumped at it. I wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle.”
Travis chuckled and shook his head. “If only I’d come home sooner, I might have seen you first.” He winked. “’Course that didn’t always matter.”
“Trav…”
Jill’s heart raced beneath her chest. Why? From being held in Dale’s strong arms, no doubt. Or was something else going on?
