Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Then she was gone.
I stood in the barn, gaping at the door.
Taming my stallion?
Regardless of my stupid mutterings, the fucker wanted more.
I wanted more.
And I had a feeling she did too.
But it was a bad idea. I couldn’t get involved with Sammy. I shouldn’t get involved with her. She was nothing but trouble. Her and those damn smiles of hers.
Something caught my eye, and I bent, picking up the material from the hay. Sammy had left behind her underwear. I held them up, wondering if you could really call this scrap of lace underwear.
Then I tucked them into my pocket.
I grabbed a broom, but her words kept swirling in my head.
Scratched an itch. Lust. Chemistry. You’ll never know. We both got what we wanted.
I tossed the broom aside and pushed open the barn door. I stalked toward the house, walking past Tim on the way.
“A bale got broken in the barn. Clean it up,” I snapped and kept going.
Maybe she got what she wanted, but I didn’t.
This was my damn ranch, and I called the shots here.
Not Sammy.
My itch hadn’t yet been scratched.
CHAPTER TWELVE
SAMMY
I made it to the house without anyone seeing me. Hurrying down the hall, I shut the bathroom door, leaning on it, breathless.
Holy shit—had I had sex in a barn with Luke?
Sexy, dirty-talking, cowboy Luke?
My God, the man could kiss. Never mind what he could do with his fingers and cock.
He had totally wrecked me for any other man—without even trying.
I walked to the vanity and studied myself in the mirror. Thank goodness I hadn’t seen anyone on my walk—or, in this case, run—of shame. My hair was everywhere, and there was straw in it. I had scruff marks all over my neck and chest and a small bite mark at the base of my throat. My cheeks were flushed, and my lips looked as if they’d been sucked on by a vacuum. They were red, wet, and swollen.
My body ached in an entirely new way, and I knew it was going to be worse later. I would feel every bruise, mark, and unused muscle. Yet, somehow, I didn’t care.
My clothes were misshapen as if they’d been yanked off my body, and I realized I had no idea where my underwear went. I dropped my head into my hands, imagining having to sneak back to the barn later to try to find them.
And how was I going to face Luke? I had taunted him, teased, and flaunted the “no biggie sort of sex” thing to him. Why had I done that?
Sex to me was a big deal, and he was the first man I had ever lost my head with that way. And I only said that to piss him off. His over-the-top reaction to me being nice to Tim was laughable. Tim was a boy to me. Luke was a man. A jealous man who was undeniably sexy when he was being possessive.
I shook my head. Rachel said he liked a challenge, and in my own way, I was throwing down the gauntlet. I wanted him desperately, and by telling him the opposite, I hoped he would want me back as well.
The bathroom door opened, and Luke stood in the doorway. I tried not to whimper as I realized I had gotten my wish.
Our eyes met in the mirror, his gaze like blue fire. Icy and hot at the same time. His expression was furious, and he looked freshly fucked.
Which, of course, he was.
His hat was missing, and his hair was everywhere, his flannel shirt torn at the shoulders. I saw some nail marks on his chest, and I tried to recall putting them there.
“Lose your hat, Cowboy?” I asked. “I’ll save you some time. It’s not in here.”
I swallowed as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. “Let’s get something straight,” he said, his voice low, raspy, and full of dark promises.
I tossed my hair, pretending not to be affected by him. I ignored the aching feeling in my center, or how my nipples tightened as he came closer, his chest to my back.
“What might that be?” I asked, pretending to concentrate on picking straw from my hair, praying he didn’t notice the way my hands shook as I did.
“You don’t call the shots here, Lady. My ranch. My rules.”
I shrugged, my body reacting to his closeness. Wanting him closer.
What the hell was he doing to me?
“You said no more.”
Our eyes locked in the mirror, and he smiled. It was wicked, wide, and made my thighs clench.
“I changed my mind.”
Then he spun me, covering my mouth with his and kissing me hard. I threw my arms around his neck, kissing him back with equal abandon. He devoured my mouth, almost frenzied, ramping up my need for him. My blouse was torn from my body, and he pushed down my jeans, stroking me.