getting wet? It’s still dripping.”
“Yeah.” She’d unpacked her suitcase and stuffed her few clothing items in the dresser. As she pulled open the mahogany drawer and grabbed her sweater, she felt Booker’s gaze on her.
Shoving her arms into her sleeves, she faced him. “Ready.”
They went out of the bungalow. Water sparkled on the grass, which seemed extra green. What they said about Texas was true—it was bigger and better. The grass was greener and the cowboys…well, she hadn’t sampled one yet, but from what she saw they were bigger too.
“You’re doing that breathing thing,” Booker said close to her ear.
“What breathing thing?” Irritation rolled through her.
“The thing you do when you’re turned on.”
“I’m not turned on.” She flapped a hand at him to shoo him out of her space. He was taking too many liberties, and she wasn’t going to stand for it.
As they ran between the slow raindrops to the barn, it was impossible not to admire the lines of his body.
“Tonight there isn’t a group activity planned. Mondays are about getting to know each other,” he threw over his shoulder.
“What about the middle of the week? Cornhole?”
“You’ve done your homework. Yeah. Strip cornhole.” His beard looked strangely redder against the gray day.
“I’m terrible at cornhole. That means I’ll be naked in minutes.”
“You aren’t doing it.”
“What? The hell I’m not.” She stressed the last word. She wasn’t going a week without getting what she’d come here for—and plenty of it.
“Hey, there’s the King of Toys,” someone hollered.
Booker waved at the cowboy passing with a pretty woman on his arm. She had warm brown hair streaked with blonde and some red. And she was tall and curvy with that certain sex appeal some women were born with.
“King of Toys?” Skye asked.
“Wait up, Booker. Let me introduce you to Leanne.”
The woman gave a white-toothed grin and tucked herself closer to her cowboy. Booker nodded at her. “Nice to meet you. You’ve got one of the best Boot Knockers, Leanne.”
She beamed at her man, and Skye felt a worm of jealousy. She deserved to be twined around a guy like that too.
“This here is Booker, known as the King of Toys. He’s got more playthings than you’ve ever set eyes on, honey bunch,” the cowboy drawled.
“I might have a battery-operated thing or two.” Booker dropped Leanne a wink, and she gave him a coy smile.
“How ’bout opening that cupboard for me? I’d like to show Leanne some fun,” the cowboy said.
“I’m sure your ten inches is enough to keep her satisfied.” Booker’s bald statement left Leanne blinking, the cowboy grinning with pride and Skye reeling.
Did the Boot Knockers all know each other’s sizes?
“You’d know, Booker.”
“Yeah, I do,” he drawled. “I’ll let you get out of the rain. Have fun with him, Leanne.” Booker grabbed Skye’s forearm and dragged her to the barn.
She shook off his grasp and ducked under the eaves. “How do you know he has a ten-inch cock?”
He laughed. “This is the Boot Knockers Ranch, baby.”
As he moved down the center of the pristine barn to a certain stall, she was left to follow, her mind still mulling over the conversation with the cowboy. Ten inches? Damn, that was just a little bigger than Booker, and he’d filled Skye to perfection.
“How do I shake you off and get myself another cowboy?” she asked.
He threw her a look from under the brim of his rain-speckled hat that would make a lesser woman run. But she knew he’d never hurt her—not physically, anyway.
Voices sounded from behind, and they both turned to greet another guy and his lady. Skye’s body reacted to the vision before her—this cowboy was built like a bull. Strong, roped with muscle. His thighs were bulky and his eyes shockingly blue and fringed with black lashes.
He gave her a once-over that made her pussy clench, and Booker moved. Positioning himself in
“Yeah.” She’d unpacked her suitcase and stuffed her few clothing items in the dresser. As she pulled open the mahogany drawer and grabbed her sweater, she felt Booker’s gaze on her.
Shoving her arms into her sleeves, she faced him. “Ready.”
They went out of the bungalow. Water sparkled on the grass, which seemed extra green. What they said about Texas was true—it was bigger and better. The grass was greener and the cowboys…well, she hadn’t sampled one yet, but from what she saw they were bigger too.
“You’re doing that breathing thing,” Booker said close to her ear.
“What breathing thing?” Irritation rolled through her.
“The thing you do when you’re turned on.”
“I’m not turned on.” She flapped a hand at him to shoo him out of her space. He was taking too many liberties, and she wasn’t going to stand for it.
As they ran between the slow raindrops to the barn, it was impossible not to admire the lines of his body.
“Tonight there isn’t a group activity planned. Mondays are about getting to know each other,” he threw over his shoulder.
“What about the middle of the week? Cornhole?”
“You’ve done your homework. Yeah. Strip cornhole.” His beard looked strangely redder against the gray day.
“I’m terrible at cornhole. That means I’ll be naked in minutes.”
“You aren’t doing it.”
“What? The hell I’m not.” She stressed the last word. She wasn’t going a week without getting what she’d come here for—and plenty of it.
“Hey, there’s the King of Toys,” someone hollered.
Booker waved at the cowboy passing with a pretty woman on his arm. She had warm brown hair streaked with blonde and some red. And she was tall and curvy with that certain sex appeal some women were born with.
“King of Toys?” Skye asked.
“Wait up, Booker. Let me introduce you to Leanne.”
The woman gave a white-toothed grin and tucked herself closer to her cowboy. Booker nodded at her. “Nice to meet you. You’ve got one of the best Boot Knockers, Leanne.”
She beamed at her man, and Skye felt a worm of jealousy. She deserved to be twined around a guy like that too.
“This here is Booker, known as the King of Toys. He’s got more playthings than you’ve ever set eyes on, honey bunch,” the cowboy drawled.
“I might have a battery-operated thing or two.” Booker dropped Leanne a wink, and she gave him a coy smile.
“How ’bout opening that cupboard for me? I’d like to show Leanne some fun,” the cowboy said.
“I’m sure your ten inches is enough to keep her satisfied.” Booker’s bald statement left Leanne blinking, the cowboy grinning with pride and Skye reeling.
Did the Boot Knockers all know each other’s sizes?
“You’d know, Booker.”
“Yeah, I do,” he drawled. “I’ll let you get out of the rain. Have fun with him, Leanne.” Booker grabbed Skye’s forearm and dragged her to the barn.
She shook off his grasp and ducked under the eaves. “How do you know he has a ten-inch cock?”
He laughed. “This is the Boot Knockers Ranch, baby.”
As he moved down the center of the pristine barn to a certain stall, she was left to follow, her mind still mulling over the conversation with the cowboy. Ten inches? Damn, that was just a little bigger than Booker, and he’d filled Skye to perfection.
“How do I shake you off and get myself another cowboy?” she asked.
He threw her a look from under the brim of his rain-speckled hat that would make a lesser woman run. But she knew he’d never hurt her—not physically, anyway.
Voices sounded from behind, and they both turned to greet another guy and his lady. Skye’s body reacted to the vision before her—this cowboy was built like a bull. Strong, roped with muscle. His thighs were bulky and his eyes shockingly blue and fringed with black lashes.
He gave her a once-over that made her pussy clench, and Booker moved. Positioning himself in
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