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Shoulda called you too.” He moaned when she hit a sore tendon by his ankle. “I was a dickhead earlier at the bar. I’m sorry.”

His sincere apology surprised her. She honestly thought he’d be too stubborn to admit he was wrong. “You’re forgiven.”

“It ain’t gonna be that easy for Colt. Thing’s been goin’ to hell in a handbasket where he’s concerned. Yeah, he’s a thirty-one-year-old adult male and he oughta know better than to make such stupid decisions, but he don’t. He never learns. Makes me question his decisions about the ranch, if you wanna know the truth. We all excuse his behavior and laugh it off as him sowin’ his oats. Well, no more.

“Dad’s goin’ over there to talk to him first thing in the mornin’. Guess Ma and Aunt Kimi are gonna fumigate the place tomorrow afternoon. Colt ain’t gonna be workin’ with me or anyone else for the time bein’.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too. And I sure as hell didn’t need to end my long-ass day by getting into fisticuffs with my drunk brother.”

“Wrong. You’re ending your day with a massage.”

He smiled over his shoulder at her. “Much as I appreciate it, I’m gonna ask you don’t massage my feet. They’re sore, they smell and they’re—”

“Ticklish?”

“That too.”

“Huh. The tough cowboy does have a weak spot. I’ll have to remember that.” And exploit it at some point. She slapped his naked flank. “It’s time for you to turn over anyway. I need to get busy on your front.”

Chapter Seventeen

Cord wouldn’t survive those clever fingers.

He was in deep with this woman. Her feistiness in the bar turned him on. Her sweetness in the aftermath of the shit that’d gone down with Colt had turned him on even more. But her hands? All over him? Soothing and tempting and taking away all sorts of aches and pains externally and internally? He’d gone beyond turned on.

“AJ, I don’t think I can stand havin’ you touch me without wantin’ to touch you right back in the same way.”

“I wouldn’t mind. I told you that.”

Cord reached for her. He didn’t speak. He just traced the back of his hand over the soft skin on her face. “You’re so pretty. God, you’re so pretty.”

She blushed, making her even prettier, in his opinion. “You want me to finish the massage?”

“On one condition.”

“Which is?”

“You have to take off your shirt.”

AJ frowned. “Why?”

“You always make me take mine off. Turnabout is fair play. Might be crass, but I wanna see your tits bouncin’ while you’re rubbin’ me down. I thought about that a lot as you were workin’ on my back. A whole lot. What those beautiful perky br**sts looked like swayin’ free. If the tips were hard.”

“You’re joking.”

“Nope. In case you haven’t noticed I have a thing for them beauties.” In case you haven’t noticed I have a thing for you too, baby doll.

“Okay. But I get to sit on your pelvis.”

He grinned. “Deal.”

Cord actually felt his mouth water when AJ stripped off her bright pink tank top and unhooked the plain white cotton bra. He longed to touch those tempting points. To lick.

To suck. To bury his face in those pillowy mounds.

She leaned over to grab the oil and his tongue shot out to swipe across a ripe tip.

“No licking.”

“If I started I doubt you’d make me stop.”

“That’s why you’re not gonna start, Cord McKay. Now hold still.”

“Bossy. You don’t have to do the same on my account. The bouncier the better.”

Although she straddled his pelvis, she didn’t writhe on his groin as she concentrated on massaging his pecs and lats. She spent a long time rubbing the area around his ni**les.

Conversation was at standstill. His breathing changed. Her breathing changed. They didn’t look at each other; they just focused on body parts.

After AJ dug her fingertips into his hips, she nonverbally urged him to spread his legs wider. Without commenting on his raging hard-on, she continued to work his quads.

Her br**sts swayed so provocatively he clenched his hands into fists to keep from reaching for them.

A soft whip of hair lashed across his distended cock. Cord’s eyes flew open a second before the warm, wet heat of AJ’s mouth enclosed him.

“Christ. What the hell are you doin’, AJ?”

“I must be doing it wrong if you don’t know.” She sucked him deep. And dragged her bottom teeth up the vein before she released him from that velvet warmth.

“But I wasn’t expectin’—”

“I know. That’s why I want to do it. Let me bring you. I want you to come in my mouth. I wanna know what you taste like.”

“Ah. Okay.” Right. Like he could say no to that.

AJ licked and lapped his cock, suckling his engorged cockhead, bringing him higher with every sweeping breath and delicate lick. Her single-minded intentions roused him to a whole different level of pleasure. When she brought her magic hands into play, rolling his balls and stroking the base of his shaft, holding back was a joke. He groaned as his c**k emptied on her tongue in short, intense bursts and she swallowed every hot drop.

While he drifted down from her sweet, unselfish loving, she finished his massage and wiped the oil from his body.

Finally, he opened his eyes.

AJ offered him a shy smile.

“C’mere.”

She scooted up and placed her head on his chest.

He skimmed his fingertips up and down her naked spine. “That was the best massage I ever had.”

“That was the first massage you’ve ever had.”

“True. But that wasn’t the first blowjob I’ve ever gotten and that one was the best too.”

“Really?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you, baby doll. It was f**kin’ amazin’. Come up here and kiss me.”

The tentative movement of her lips and tongue against his as she tried to hold back amused him. Cord knew she liked it when he controlled her mouth, when he urged them a little toward desperation. But the desperation he felt tonight owed nothing to sexual heat.

AJ sensed his mood and placed gentle kisses on every mark Colt left on his face. His stomach churned when he thought back to Colt’s words and actions and the realization his brother was sick and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. No way he could fix Colt like he’d fix fence. He’d try like hell, but Colt wouldn’t beat this if he couldn’t admit he had a problem. He sighed.


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