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I startled at the bark and Ryan spun on his heel.

I had no idea how I missed Colton approaching, but I had. So had Ryan.

“Boss,” Ryan said, the smile gone from his face.

“Go find some others to help get that equipment off the trailer,” Colton said, tucking his thumbs in his front pockets, his gaze squarely on me. It only drew my eye to his well-worn jeans and how they molded, ahem… everything. God, from fifteen feet I couldn’t miss the outline of his dick. And it wasn’t just a little bulge either. No, it was as if he’d stuck a pipe in his pants. The way it curved up to his left hand made me lick my lips. Was that why only his thumb was in his pocket because his dick was in the way?

I glanced up and the corner of his mouth tipped up.

I’d been caught.

I blushed, but I wouldn’t be embarrassed for my appreciation of the male form.

He was admiring me in the same way. His dark gaze roved down my body as if he had Superman’s X-ray vision and could see through my clothes. And the equally appre

ciative look in his eye proved he liked what he saw.

As for me? The whole tall, dark and handsome thing was doing it for me. It had ever since he came into the store that first time. His dark hair curled beneath the brim of his hat, touched the back collar of his snap shirt. The snap shirt that wasn’t supposed to be sexy, but was snug fitting because his shoulders were just too broad, his muscles too thick. Speaking of thick… I could barely tear my eyes away from the front of his pants, although I shifted a few inches to look at the big-ass, shiny belt buckle that indicated he had won some kind of competition. Rodeo, roping, something. Something that made my pussy get wet and my nipples—I was sure—poke against my top.

When I looked at his face again, yup, he’d noticed.

Ryan glanced at me and then Colton, tipped his hat without saying a word and walked off.

Once Ryan was around the side of the building, Colton approached. “Can’t say my dick’s ever gotten hard for a delivery driver before.”

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When he stood before me, he adjusted himself as if he was in pain. I had to guess it might be; that was a lot of… of meat to fit inside a pair of jeans.

“I’m sure your dick gets hard for anything in a skirt,” I countered.

He watched me as he stepped impossibly closer, said nothing. His hand came up and he tucked my hair back behind my ear. A gentle touch, as if he’d wanted to know what my hair felt like. As if I were a skittish mare and he didn’t want to scare me off.

Oh shit. He could be gentle with those big, strong hands. A big, rugged cowboy who knew how to be gentle? My panties were ruined by that alone.

“Haven’t you figured it out by now, sugar? You rule my dick. It’s yours. You just have to stop fighting this pull between us and say yes.”

Oh. The yes again.

I glanced away, cleared my throat. “Where’s Tucker? I thought you two came as a pair.”

It wasn’t exactly true; they’d come into the store on their own a number of times. I just thought of them as a duo. As… gulp, mine?

“When it comes to you, you definitely get both of us. But it doesn’t always have to be together. You and me, we can have some fun all on our own.”

He wasn’t talking about going to a movie or horseback riding. I could have Tucker and Colton together—a threesome—but also have sex with them individually? Did Kaitlyn do that with Duke and Jed? I knew they’d had sex… lots of it, but I never really thought about how the guys shared her.

I didn’t know the rules, what Tucker and Colton expected.

Colton was quiet as he watched me closely. Smiled. “Come on. Tucker’s in the ring with some of the others. Practicing.”

“Practicing?” I asked as he took my hand.

His hold was warm, gentle—yes, that again—my entire hand fitting in his calloused palm. With his height and long legs, he slowed his pace to match mine. We walked around the building and there was Tucker with a few other men. One was on a four-wheel ATV pulling a fake steer. It was a metal look-alike on wheels that was pulled around to simulate a real animal running to practice for steer roping competitions.


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