chin, opened his eyes and found Chantilly standing over him with her hands cupped in front of her.
“You look so uncomfortable.” She lifted one of her legs and straddled his lower body. Lowering herself, she sat on his thighs facing him. “Take your hat off. I have something that will cool you off.”
He set his hat beside him and leaned back on his arms to keep from doing what he really wanted at this moment—to touch every part of her body. He smiled. She was so intent on not dropping any of the water pooled in her hold that she stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth.
All the blood rushed out of his head and centered in his jeans. He groaned.
Chantilly raised her arms above his head. Her breasts strained against the flimsy material of her blouse, cupping the plump, firm shape like a glove. “Here you go…get ready.” She dribbled the water on his head.
Jack swiftly inhaled. Chills ran down his arms. The sudden coldness did nothing to stamp out how much he wanted her right now, this second.
She laughed and pushed his chest until he lay flat on the ground. “You don’t think I asked you out here to sit and watch me play in the water, didja?” She kissed his forehead, his eyelid, his cheek and hovered over his mouth. “Let’s see how hot we can get…”
Stuart turned away from the scene beside the creek and urged his horse toward home. He smiled as he set off in a nice smooth gait. It’s ’bout time, Chantilly Lace. You had me worried there for a while. Now to put everything into action for the other four girls.
Glancing up at the sun, he sighed. If he didn’t hurry, he’d be late for his doctor’s appointment. The doctor already knew his fate, so Stuart saw no reason to run even more tests.
Damn, I hate this.
Chapter Eight
The half moon overhead lit up the area enough Chantilly didn’t need a flashlight to find her way to the foreman’s cabin. Every inch of the property was branded in her head from years of running wild over the land, and she could find her way half drunk and blindfolded without any problems. Hurrying across the lawn, she glanced up at the one lit up window and hoped Jack had waited up for her.
Jumping up on the porch, she almost ran into Jack’s legs sprawled across the path to the front door. She squealed. Her hand fluttered to cover her chest. “You scared me half to death.”
He chuckled and drew back his legs. “I thought you had seen me.”
“Not with the overhang blocking the moonlight.” She stepped over, sat down on his lap and curled against his body. “Mm…you’re nice and warm. It always fascinates me how in the summertime we can boil when the suns out, but once night falls, the temperature drops so fast it gives me the chills. Must be Mother Nature’s way of saying she’s sorry for making us suffer during the day, huh?”
He kissed the top of her head and tucked her against his chest. “I think I could stay out here all night after working through the heat all day.”
She giggled. “You call what we did down at the creek workin’?” Tilting her head back, she gazed up into his face. “I didn’t see you arguing and telling me to stop. In fact, I quite remember a little whooping and hollering.”
“I’m not stupid.” He squeezed his arms around her. “Besides, it could be freezing outside and you’d still make my blood run warm, darlin’.”
“Mm…that gives me all sorts of wicked ideas for the winter when the snow is hip high and the wind chills you to the bone.” She kissed the underside of his jaw. “That is if you’re planning on sticking around.”
“I’ll be here as long as your dad needs me.”
She pulled her head back. “That’s a funny thing to say.”
“Well, darlin’, he hired me to run the ranch. It’s up to your daddy if I continue in his employment.” He scooted her off his lap and stood up. “Let’s go inside. I wanna show you something.”
Chantilly held his hand and followed him into the
“You look so uncomfortable.” She lifted one of her legs and straddled his lower body. Lowering herself, she sat on his thighs facing him. “Take your hat off. I have something that will cool you off.”
He set his hat beside him and leaned back on his arms to keep from doing what he really wanted at this moment—to touch every part of her body. He smiled. She was so intent on not dropping any of the water pooled in her hold that she stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth.
All the blood rushed out of his head and centered in his jeans. He groaned.
Chantilly raised her arms above his head. Her breasts strained against the flimsy material of her blouse, cupping the plump, firm shape like a glove. “Here you go…get ready.” She dribbled the water on his head.
Jack swiftly inhaled. Chills ran down his arms. The sudden coldness did nothing to stamp out how much he wanted her right now, this second.
She laughed and pushed his chest until he lay flat on the ground. “You don’t think I asked you out here to sit and watch me play in the water, didja?” She kissed his forehead, his eyelid, his cheek and hovered over his mouth. “Let’s see how hot we can get…”
Stuart turned away from the scene beside the creek and urged his horse toward home. He smiled as he set off in a nice smooth gait. It’s ’bout time, Chantilly Lace. You had me worried there for a while. Now to put everything into action for the other four girls.
Glancing up at the sun, he sighed. If he didn’t hurry, he’d be late for his doctor’s appointment. The doctor already knew his fate, so Stuart saw no reason to run even more tests.
Damn, I hate this.
Chapter Eight
The half moon overhead lit up the area enough Chantilly didn’t need a flashlight to find her way to the foreman’s cabin. Every inch of the property was branded in her head from years of running wild over the land, and she could find her way half drunk and blindfolded without any problems. Hurrying across the lawn, she glanced up at the one lit up window and hoped Jack had waited up for her.
Jumping up on the porch, she almost ran into Jack’s legs sprawled across the path to the front door. She squealed. Her hand fluttered to cover her chest. “You scared me half to death.”
He chuckled and drew back his legs. “I thought you had seen me.”
“Not with the overhang blocking the moonlight.” She stepped over, sat down on his lap and curled against his body. “Mm…you’re nice and warm. It always fascinates me how in the summertime we can boil when the suns out, but once night falls, the temperature drops so fast it gives me the chills. Must be Mother Nature’s way of saying she’s sorry for making us suffer during the day, huh?”
He kissed the top of her head and tucked her against his chest. “I think I could stay out here all night after working through the heat all day.”
She giggled. “You call what we did down at the creek workin’?” Tilting her head back, she gazed up into his face. “I didn’t see you arguing and telling me to stop. In fact, I quite remember a little whooping and hollering.”
“I’m not stupid.” He squeezed his arms around her. “Besides, it could be freezing outside and you’d still make my blood run warm, darlin’.”
“Mm…that gives me all sorts of wicked ideas for the winter when the snow is hip high and the wind chills you to the bone.” She kissed the underside of his jaw. “That is if you’re planning on sticking around.”
“I’ll be here as long as your dad needs me.”
She pulled her head back. “That’s a funny thing to say.”
“Well, darlin’, he hired me to run the ranch. It’s up to your daddy if I continue in his employment.” He scooted her off his lap and stood up. “Let’s go inside. I wanna show you something.”
Chantilly held his hand and followed him into the
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