The Billionaire Cowboy: A Billionaire's Club Story by Mandy Baxter Page B
Authors: Mandy Baxter
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Blackwell touch her in any way more intimate than a handshake ever again. Still … her mind rebelled against logic, reminding her of their time in the stable and the way his fingers worked her sensitive flesh, bringing her fevered body to heights of pleasure she’d never experienced before.
With nothing more than the artful caress of his fingertips he’d given her the most intense orgasm of her life. And there was a part of her that yearned for more. That need to have a little more of him was enough to sour Lara’s mood.
So much for being stone-cold
.
The Blackwell ranch was impressive in and of itself. Over nine hundred acres of lush pastures and rolling hills dotted with trees. Ryder’s house stood like a sentinel at the head of it all, a sprawling ranch-style mansion that might have been considered modest by billionaire standards. Even when her family had been at its wealthiest, they’d never known luxury like this.
Ryder led the way across a wraparound porch to the side of the house. A cottage door led to a small mudroom, complete with coat hooks fashioned from discarded horseshoes and a bench made from cut lodge poles lined with cubbies for boots. Pepper scrambled across the hardwood floor into the depths of the house while Ryder kicked off his boots. Lara followed suit, stuffing them into one of the empty cubbies and tried not to look too nosy as she followed him into the kitchen.
Wow.
“I think your kitchen is as big as my entire apartment.” The words escaped Lara’s mouth before she could think better of it. “I mean …”
Ryder chuckled. “It’s definitely bigger than the house I grew up in.”
Lara strolled into the kitchen, her fingers skimming the shiny granite countertops as she walked. If she had a kitchen like this, she’d live in it. Top-of-the-line appliances, an island counter big enough to roll out ten pie crusts, windows that let in the perfect amount of sunlight, and a gorgeous porcelain basin sink that looked like the only antique in the place.
“My mom salvaged that sink from my grandma’s place,” Ryder said when he noticed her eyeing it. “We reclaimed a bunch of stuff from the old house when we built this one. There are little bits and pieces of my family in every room.”
Ryder might have been a lowlife for buying her horse, but Lara admired his love for his family. And there was something about a nostalgic man that made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. If he cared enough to save his grandma’s sink, maybe there was more to him than the heartless womanizer she’d sized him up to be.
“Well, let’s get to cooking.” Excitement pooled in Lara’s stomach at the prospect of putting Ryder’s kitchen to good use. “Though I have to admit, I half-expected to see a team of professional chefs waiting to cook our meals to order.”
Ryder rolled his eyes at her ribbing, a half smile curving his lips, and it only intensified the butterflies swirling in Lara’s stomach. “I know how to cook, thank you very much. Sit down, and I’ll whip us up something.”
“Uh-uh,” Lara said with an emphatic shake of her head. “No way am I not going to take this opportunity to play in a kitchen like this.”
“All right.” Ryder flashed her a wide smile that went straight to her head. How could a man make her feel giddy from nothing more than a grin? “We’ll cook together, then. You grab the steaks and veggies from the fridge and I’ll rustle up the pans.”
“Deal.”
Ryder’s “fridge” was a double glass door, industrial Frigidaire that looked like it belonged in a five-star restaurant. Stocked full of pretty much anything she could possibly want, Lara dug through its confines, worried that she might get lost before she managed to gather all of the ingredients for dinner. After some hard-core foraging, Lara managed to retrieve a couple of T-bone steaks, onions, mushrooms, and a trio of peppers.
“There’s rice in the pantry,” Ryder said as he pulled a pan
With nothing more than the artful caress of his fingertips he’d given her the most intense orgasm of her life. And there was a part of her that yearned for more. That need to have a little more of him was enough to sour Lara’s mood.
So much for being stone-cold
.
The Blackwell ranch was impressive in and of itself. Over nine hundred acres of lush pastures and rolling hills dotted with trees. Ryder’s house stood like a sentinel at the head of it all, a sprawling ranch-style mansion that might have been considered modest by billionaire standards. Even when her family had been at its wealthiest, they’d never known luxury like this.
Ryder led the way across a wraparound porch to the side of the house. A cottage door led to a small mudroom, complete with coat hooks fashioned from discarded horseshoes and a bench made from cut lodge poles lined with cubbies for boots. Pepper scrambled across the hardwood floor into the depths of the house while Ryder kicked off his boots. Lara followed suit, stuffing them into one of the empty cubbies and tried not to look too nosy as she followed him into the kitchen.
Wow.
“I think your kitchen is as big as my entire apartment.” The words escaped Lara’s mouth before she could think better of it. “I mean …”
Ryder chuckled. “It’s definitely bigger than the house I grew up in.”
Lara strolled into the kitchen, her fingers skimming the shiny granite countertops as she walked. If she had a kitchen like this, she’d live in it. Top-of-the-line appliances, an island counter big enough to roll out ten pie crusts, windows that let in the perfect amount of sunlight, and a gorgeous porcelain basin sink that looked like the only antique in the place.
“My mom salvaged that sink from my grandma’s place,” Ryder said when he noticed her eyeing it. “We reclaimed a bunch of stuff from the old house when we built this one. There are little bits and pieces of my family in every room.”
Ryder might have been a lowlife for buying her horse, but Lara admired his love for his family. And there was something about a nostalgic man that made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. If he cared enough to save his grandma’s sink, maybe there was more to him than the heartless womanizer she’d sized him up to be.
“Well, let’s get to cooking.” Excitement pooled in Lara’s stomach at the prospect of putting Ryder’s kitchen to good use. “Though I have to admit, I half-expected to see a team of professional chefs waiting to cook our meals to order.”
Ryder rolled his eyes at her ribbing, a half smile curving his lips, and it only intensified the butterflies swirling in Lara’s stomach. “I know how to cook, thank you very much. Sit down, and I’ll whip us up something.”
“Uh-uh,” Lara said with an emphatic shake of her head. “No way am I not going to take this opportunity to play in a kitchen like this.”
“All right.” Ryder flashed her a wide smile that went straight to her head. How could a man make her feel giddy from nothing more than a grin? “We’ll cook together, then. You grab the steaks and veggies from the fridge and I’ll rustle up the pans.”
“Deal.”
Ryder’s “fridge” was a double glass door, industrial Frigidaire that looked like it belonged in a five-star restaurant. Stocked full of pretty much anything she could possibly want, Lara dug through its confines, worried that she might get lost before she managed to gather all of the ingredients for dinner. After some hard-core foraging, Lara managed to retrieve a couple of T-bone steaks, onions, mushrooms, and a trio of peppers.
“There’s rice in the pantry,” Ryder said as he pulled a pan
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