Page 14 of Bedroom Rodeo

Always full of interest and curiosity, Sylvee swung her head left and right, drinking in her surroundings. He tried to see the ranch through her eyes, but it was a little difficult since he’d been here from the early days when they were still erecting buildings.

And learning how to keep their erections like porn stars.

The ranch had come a long way in a span of a few years, though. The plot of ground had once sported only thin, sparse patches of grass between the bungalows where the women stayed, and was now thick and would be lush when summer hit.

“It’s still chilly up here.” Sylvee hugged herself, and Ash beat him to the punch, whipping off his barn jacket. He draped it over her shoulders.

She raised one elegant hand with a French manicure—he knew women—and clutched the jacket at her throat. “Thanks, Ash. You’re just as much of a gentleman as always.”

“You mean he’s getting all the compliments, as usual.” Piers gave her a crooked smile.

Her own was soft as it played around the corners of her full lips. “You’re slower on the draw than I remember. What happened?”

He laughed. The sound pushed upward from the pit of his stomach, a place where pure joy at being with his favorite woman in the world existed.

Sylvee fell into step behind the group moving toward the lodge.

“Hold up, Peachy.”

She stopped, a question in her beautiful eyes. God, had they always been this striking?

Yes. They had. But there was more wisdom in their depths now, something he wanted to explore.

“We’re not going with the group to the lodge.”

She blinked. “Why not?”

Ash stepped in. “It’s a problem with administration.” He gave Piers a direct look that both of them knew Sylvee didn’t miss. “I’ll go to the office and take care of arrangements for Sylvee.”

Piers gave him a hard nod.

She swung her head between them. “What’s going on, guys?”

“Just some red tape.” Piers settled a hand on her spine, low, so close to the round curve of her ass that his fingers twitched to grab on and yank her flush against his body.

To grind his hips into her.

Grind his cock into her.

He could go on, but they’d never get to the cabin if he did.

“C’mon, Peachy. Ash?”

“Going now.”

A sidewalk created of native stone by the Boot Knockers’ own hands carved through most of the ranch. They angled off on a stretch leading to the bungalows.

“This place is different than I expected.” Oh god. That feminine voice of hers always gripped Piers by the balls. With one word, she could get anything out of him that she wanted.

“Were you expecting ranches like they have in the lower forty-eight?”

She directed a thick wave of dark hair off her face. “Since I’ve never seen a ranch in Alaska, I didn’t have anything to use as a reference. But this place is much more developed than I thought it would be. I brought my muck boots just in case.”

If he had his way, her boots would be on his floor and her feet over her head while he plunged inside her.

His gaze cut over her beautiful face to the enchanting point of her chin before dipping to the full breasts that had given him plenty of fantasy fodder in his teen years.

“Why did we stop walking?” Her voice came out breathy.

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