watched her, his arms still crossed over his chest.
“Could you please turn around and leave so I can get dressed? Give me a few minutes and I’ll pack up my stuff and get out of your room. I’ll leave the ranch while I’m at it. If I’d known this family belonged to you then there’s no way in hell I’d be here.
As for your ‘buckle bunny’ accusation, I know what they are and I think you rodeo guys are idiots, remember? I sure wouldn’t want to chase you.”
He didn’t budge, instead his lips curved upward. “Sorry about that comment but I’m tired. I haven’t been in the best of moods and I am surprised to find you in my room.” He paused. “You pissed me off when you cut and run on me. You still owe me a massage and you are in my bed.”
Her mouth dropped open as River toed off his boot, his hands going for his waist to lift up his shirt to show her his muscled, tan stomach as the material rose higher. He totally jerked the tank top over his head and tossed it to the floor as he removed his other boot. His socks followed.
“You did come all this way for a repeat and you did fuck and run on me so who am I to say no to you?”
“Are you kidding me? You think—”
“You followed me here knowing I’d agreed to go home, got here before I did, and helped yourself to my bed.” He chuckled. “And here I thought coming to the ranch would be as boring as hell.”
3With a sense of disbelief, Brit watched the man unzip his jeans. If he thought she’d repeat her crazy behavior, he had a serious reality check coming his way. She refused to look down as he shimmied out of his pants, keeping her gaze locked with his.
Though she tried not to, Brit glanced down his body…and verified his nakedness.
What a body he had. He looked just as good as she remembered, maybe even better, and his lower half was definitely “up” to climbing into bed with her.
She became momentarily distracted by a very thick, large, erect cock that pointed straight out toward her, a lot of tan, muscular flesh, and the kind of abs that made her want to lick them. Brit pulled her attention away from his body and glared into his face.
“If you try to climb into bed with me, I’ll castrate you.”
River grinned at her. “You could try, Fuck And Run.”
“Stop calling me that!”
“You fucked and ran.” He chuckled. “If the name fits…” He chuckled again, slowly inching toward the bed.
“I’ll scream.”
White teeth flashed. “I’m kind of betting on that since, if you don’t, I should be ashamed of myself. I love hearing you howl out in pleasure, baby.”
Panic hit as he closed the distance between them, slowly stalking toward her with a panther’s grace. She blurted out the first thing that came to mind to try to halt his progress. She knew if he put his hands and mouth on her, she would be a goner. She didn’t want to repeat having a one-night stand—though it had technically been daytime—with a stranger. She’d been out of her mind the day before and she wasn’t going to ever make that mistake again.
“I’m not on the Pill and you don’t have condoms.”
His dark gaze narrowed. “I mean it, Fuck And Run. You flee this time and I’ll chase you down now that I know you’re a rabbit. There are always condoms in the house. I’ll be right back.”
She swallowed and forced a nod. He turned, butt-ass naked, and what a nice ass it was too, scar and all, on that firm, rounded ass cheek. She watched him leave. He seemed not to care if he did run into Trina without his clothes on as he closed the door behind him.
Brit moved fast, shoving off the covers, and ran around the bed. Her jersey had slid off the other side of the bed to the floor. She bent to jerk it over her head and then ran for the bedroom door. She knew damn well it had a lock since she’d seen it earlier but hadn’t bothered to use it since she was alone in the house with just another woman.
With a grin she, turned the lock and slid
“Could you please turn around and leave so I can get dressed? Give me a few minutes and I’ll pack up my stuff and get out of your room. I’ll leave the ranch while I’m at it. If I’d known this family belonged to you then there’s no way in hell I’d be here.
As for your ‘buckle bunny’ accusation, I know what they are and I think you rodeo guys are idiots, remember? I sure wouldn’t want to chase you.”
He didn’t budge, instead his lips curved upward. “Sorry about that comment but I’m tired. I haven’t been in the best of moods and I am surprised to find you in my room.” He paused. “You pissed me off when you cut and run on me. You still owe me a massage and you are in my bed.”
Her mouth dropped open as River toed off his boot, his hands going for his waist to lift up his shirt to show her his muscled, tan stomach as the material rose higher. He totally jerked the tank top over his head and tossed it to the floor as he removed his other boot. His socks followed.
“You did come all this way for a repeat and you did fuck and run on me so who am I to say no to you?”
“Are you kidding me? You think—”
“You followed me here knowing I’d agreed to go home, got here before I did, and helped yourself to my bed.” He chuckled. “And here I thought coming to the ranch would be as boring as hell.”
3With a sense of disbelief, Brit watched the man unzip his jeans. If he thought she’d repeat her crazy behavior, he had a serious reality check coming his way. She refused to look down as he shimmied out of his pants, keeping her gaze locked with his.
Though she tried not to, Brit glanced down his body…and verified his nakedness.
What a body he had. He looked just as good as she remembered, maybe even better, and his lower half was definitely “up” to climbing into bed with her.
She became momentarily distracted by a very thick, large, erect cock that pointed straight out toward her, a lot of tan, muscular flesh, and the kind of abs that made her want to lick them. Brit pulled her attention away from his body and glared into his face.
“If you try to climb into bed with me, I’ll castrate you.”
River grinned at her. “You could try, Fuck And Run.”
“Stop calling me that!”
“You fucked and ran.” He chuckled. “If the name fits…” He chuckled again, slowly inching toward the bed.
“I’ll scream.”
White teeth flashed. “I’m kind of betting on that since, if you don’t, I should be ashamed of myself. I love hearing you howl out in pleasure, baby.”
Panic hit as he closed the distance between them, slowly stalking toward her with a panther’s grace. She blurted out the first thing that came to mind to try to halt his progress. She knew if he put his hands and mouth on her, she would be a goner. She didn’t want to repeat having a one-night stand—though it had technically been daytime—with a stranger. She’d been out of her mind the day before and she wasn’t going to ever make that mistake again.
“I’m not on the Pill and you don’t have condoms.”
His dark gaze narrowed. “I mean it, Fuck And Run. You flee this time and I’ll chase you down now that I know you’re a rabbit. There are always condoms in the house. I’ll be right back.”
She swallowed and forced a nod. He turned, butt-ass naked, and what a nice ass it was too, scar and all, on that firm, rounded ass cheek. She watched him leave. He seemed not to care if he did run into Trina without his clothes on as he closed the door behind him.
Brit moved fast, shoving off the covers, and ran around the bed. Her jersey had slid off the other side of the bed to the floor. She bent to jerk it over her head and then ran for the bedroom door. She knew damn well it had a lock since she’d seen it earlier but hadn’t bothered to use it since she was alone in the house with just another woman.
With a grin she, turned the lock and slid
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