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Her nipples are hard against the cool air as the soaking wet T-shirt clings to her body like a second skin. My cock jumps to attention. My eyes are glued to her. Resisting her is going to fucking kill me.
“What’s been stressing you out?”
“Hmm?” I refocus my gaze on her face as she sits back, her breasts no longer visible above the water.
“You mentioned that work has been stressing you out. Anything you want to talk about?”
“Oh, yeah . . .” I run my thumb along her instep. “My dad wants to retire this year. He’s been pretty vocal about it to us over the last two years, so we knew it was coming. That being said, he wants one of us kids to take over his seat on the board.”
“Is that something that interests you?”
I shrug. “Yes and no. I want to make my dad proud, and I don’t want him to think I don’t care about the brewery side of the business, but—”
“But your heart has always been with the ranch.”
“Exactly. I know I can do both—Tyler does both—but that’s always been the deal . . . since I’m not on the board, I manage the ranch when Tyler has to step away for other business. It’s not often, but if we’re both on the board, who would run things while we’re preoccupied?”
“What about Deck?”
“Yeah, he could for sure. I sometimes get the feeling that Deck is itching for more responsibility. Honestly, I wish Milly would take over for my dad; it would solve one of the issues easily.”
“She isn’t interested?”
I shake my head, reaching for Dolly’s other foot. “Dad went to her first. I think we all agree she would be the best fit, and I think we were all shocked when she said no. We don’t understand it. She said she wants a simple life, less stress. She doesn’t want to take away from her job at the library. I get it, because that’s kind of the reason why I don’t want it as well, but she’s always been so involved with the brewery. I thought she wanted it. Deck and I think it might have something to do with that guy in Denver.”
She shoots up, her eyes bugging out. “Guy in Denver? What guy?”
“Shit.” Maybe I wasn’t supposed to say anything. “Nothing, no guy.” I grab her foot again and begin to rub it.
“No, tell me.” She scoots across the hot tub, placing a hand on each of my shoulders.
“Fine, but this stays between us. I honestly didn’t realize she was keeping it a secret, or I wouldn’t have said anything.” Dolly pretends to zip her lips and toss the key over her shoulder. “She’s been dating this guy for a few months. She met him in Denver, and I guess it’s getting pretty serious, pretty fast. But that’s all I know.”
“What’s his name? How’d she meet him?”
“I really don’t know anything else. She hasn’t offered any more info, and Deck and I haven’t asked. When she’s ready to share, she will.”
“Come on, you’re her brothers. I figured you guys would run him up the flagpole and threaten to rip his dick off and shove it up his butt or something if he hurts her.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Shove it up his butt? We’re not 14 anymore, Doll. Besides, I know she’s told my mom, and by the way my dad talks, he knows more than we do. I trust that if something wasn’t right, they’d be all over it. It’s none of my business, so I’ll stay out of it. Plus, I know how annoying it is when they won’t stop bugging me about you.” The second I say it, I wish I could take it back.
“About me?” An eyebrow shoots up as she scoots closer to me. “What do you mean?”
“Nothing.” I attempt to look away from her, but she reaches her hand out, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at her.
“I can tell when you’re lying to me, Ranger. Spill.”
“They’ve just teased me about you on and off over the years. It’s just them being stupid. It’s nothing, seriously.”
“What about me?” She’s not letting it go, and she’s inched dangerously close to me now. “Tell me.” She situates her body over mine to the point that she’s hovering over my lap by centimeters, her hands still on my shoulders, her full tits pressed against my bare chest.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” I can’t focus as she slowly lowers her body down onto my lap. My cock jumps to attention at the feeling of her warmth against me, only a thin piece of soaking-wet material between us. My brain is fuzzy, and my eyesight is blurred.
“Tell me and I’ll get off,” she teases, pressing down harder against my now-fully-erect cock.
“Fuuuck, not sure I want that.” I grit the words out, my hands sliding over her bare thighs and settling on her waist as I tug her down onto me harder again. This time, she moans. I slide my hand beneath the bottom of the shirt I’ve held down in place, up her thigh, and over her waist . . . and that’s when I realize she’s not wearing anything underneath. “Oh, Jesus, you’re not wearing panties?”
“No.”
