Page 73 of Bedroom Rodeo

But love?

Piers might walk away.

Ash heard him swallow. He scuffed a boot on the dusty floor.

“Hell, Ash. You’ve never said the words before.”

“I know.” His heart pounded harder. “I’m not sorry I did now. But if I lose you, I might as well leave the ranch. I’ll go deep in the wilderness, find a cabin and live out my days alone. Maybe then you and Sylvee can find happiness—have that family together.”

A strong, muscled arm banded around his torso and Piers yanked him against his chest. His lips slammed over Ash’s.

Pain and desire mingled in that hard kiss.

Piers tore away. In the dimness, his eyes glittered. “I love you. Always have. Just like Sylvee.”

Ash’s eyes flickered shut in the face of the emotion Piers laid on him. He gripped his lover and leaned against him. “I don’t know what the bosses want. Whether they’re playing us or not. The only thing I know is that I want you—and we both want Sylvee. How we get her on board is still a conversation to be had. But I’m ready to have it.”

“Me too.” He stamped his lips over Ash’s again, making electric shockwaves of need skittering through his body. He released him. “Let’s go.”

He yanked open the door. As they eased out of the dark grain shed, blinking into the brightness of the day, a passing Boot Knocker gave them a smirk. His gaze dipped lower to their groins. Ash sported an erection—and most likely Piers did too.

They had to find Sylvee. The first place to check was the bungalow. Once they found her, what then? Sit her down and discuss their desire to lay claim to her like civilized people did in relationships?

Or strip off her clothes and fuck her until she was screaming, drenching their cocks in her cum and raking her nails into their backs before broaching the topic?

Hey, baby. Just gave you the orgasm of your life. Maybe put a bun in the oven too. What do you say about making you, me and Piers a forever thing?

Chapter Fourteen

Everything Piers knew about his world seemed to be dangling over a ravine by a rope.

And that rope was frayed.

Whether or not the bosses believed he and Ash broke their contracts and wanted them out of Alaska didn’t matter, because they agreed that they didn’t want this life anymore.

They wanted Sylvee.

It didn’t take much for his imagination to kick in again, just like it did in the old days. Back then, he’d daydream about picking Sylvee up at her house and taking her out on a date. Sometimes that dream was dinner and a movie, sometimes parking up on the lookout where all the lovers went.

More often than not that fantasy involved Ash discovering them…and joining in.

They were on the cusp of having it all. They just had to reach out, close their hands around the dream and hold on tight.

When he threw open the bungalow door, he darted his gaze over the space. His heart slammed his ribs when he saw Sylvee.

She sat at the table, a stack of papers in front of her and one loose page in hand.

Oh, my beautiful woman.

His tongue dried to the roof of his mouth. Or maybe it was dipping over his chin.

He managed to fold it inside his mouth and form words. “I didn’t know you wear glasses.”

She swung her stare from the page to them, peering over the dark frames.

That stare tugged him toward her.

“Holy fuck!” Ash slammed the door and rushed up beside Piers.

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