Espino, Stacey - Hardcore Cowboys [Ride 'em Hard 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Stacey Espino Page B

be able to cut her losses after the sex or forever want more? Samantha didn’t want to be disposable, but also couldn’t resist the heat of the moment.
    “I’d be dead if it weren’t for you,” she whispered, not wanting the magic to end.
    She let the weight of her body lean against him, anything to show him she was willing and not a victim. His frame was strong and solid, not budging from where he stood. Right now, she didn’t want to be the strong, independent woman in charge of her own destiny she’d strived to become. She was tired of life, tired of having the weight of the world on her shoulders.
    “Doesn’t matter. You owe me nothing.” Did he purposely graze his lips along the shell of her ear? Her pussy pulsed, liquid heat escaping her body. “I’ll help you get your car, get it running, and anything else you need. I don’t expect any payment.” Why was he making this so difficult? She didn’t want to second-guess herself. For once, she wanted to live the fantasy, do what her heart desired, even if it wasn’t the proper choice.
    “I know, Wyatt.”

    * * * *

    The sound of his name on her lips made his cock harder yet. Didn’t women know better? You didn’t ask a man to help dress a half-naked woman and not expect him to become aroused. The fact the woman in question was the little angel he’d rescued made the situation more complicated. Samantha wasn’t some tail he picked up in a bar. She was sweet innocence, the current center of his world. Her health and happiness had taken over his life since he found her. During the night he could hardly sleep, playing childish fairytales in his head. He had an unfamiliar urge to settle down. Wyatt blamed the combination of being unsatisfied with his life traveling the circuit, and his intense attraction to the girl he rescued for his newfound feelings.
    He wanted Samantha for more than quick thrills but didn’t know much about her. He needed to slow down, to do things right before he messed everything up. As much as he wanted to cup her breasts and kiss every inch of her body, he had to resist. She was just recovering from her ordeal, and she probably thought he was some crazed rancher only wanting to use her for sex. It wasn’t true. On his worst day, he resisted the cream of the crop with little effort. Wyatt wasn’t easily seduced and couldn’t be brainwashed by gold diggers and loose women. But his sexual preferences were unorthodox. He craved to dominate his bedmates. Maybe it was the hardcore cowboy in him or his need to feel the power he’d lost when his father died. Wyatt wouldn’t subject Samantha to his whims.
    “My brothers will skin me alive if they catch you half dressed. You need to keep warm.” He had to kill the growing lust in the room before he went so far that he couldn’t stop.
    His saving grace was the loud ruckus from below. The front door opened and there was the pounding of boots and dropping of heavy equipment in the small foyer. It gave him the ability to pull away from Samantha. Cord and Val were home and offered him a much needed distraction.
    Wyatt avoided raking his gaze up her body when he reached for the shirt on the bed. Her smooth, tanned skin was a temptation he had to avoid. She deserved better than him. He slipped the material over her head and assisted her in getting her arms through the sleeves.
    “Thank you,” she said, barely above a whisper.
    Was that disappointment lacing her words? If so, was she disappointed he hadn’t continued his advance, or disappointed he crossed that line at all? Wyatt didn’t have a clue how women thought, or what they wanted most days. All that mattered now was getting out of the room so he could think straight.
    “I’ll meet you downstairs.” It was the hardest thing he’d had to do in a long time.

Chapter Seven

    “How’s our patient?” Val kicked off his boots, shaking the snow from his hair. His muscles were stiff and weak from digging out trapped vehicles and