Page 14 of Stud Ranch

“I need you inside me. Please!” Her breathless cry was all he needed.

In one slow shove, he sank into her.

The tight clasp of her pussy around his girth took him to a level of madness he couldn’t remember in past experiences.

He pulled out slowly and slammed into her again. But Sloane wouldn’t take it slow. She refused to let him set the pace and instead rocked her hips, bucking into him with a drive that stole his sanity and left him no choice but to give her what she demanded.

He met her thrusts with his own, driving them hard and fast until her body began to shake again and he tasted her need in her very kisses. The tip of his cock stretched deeper. The coil of need whipped at his spine. Still, he held back.

“Dylan! Yes! Oh yes! I’m coming!”

The words didn’t clear her lips before he let loose. The jets of cum shooting out of him felt like he’d been on the Boot Knockers dry spell for a year. He came hard, then harder. His head reared back and all of his muscles locked as she shook beneath him in her own release.

His balls drained in seconds. With his weight on his arms, he hung over her…and felt her lips brush across his in the most tender touch.

He never expected it. Didn’t see it coming.

The warmth of connection.

Too bad it came now, at this point in the game. Because the tides of life would sweep him somewhere else very soon, as they always did.

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Shaw tipped the canister of leather oil into the cloth in his hand with enough force to splatter it over the wooden bench. Grunting in annoyance, he mopped up what he could and began applying it to the saddle he was oiling.

Dammit. Coming to Alaska was supposed to give him time to think, regroup. Now the woman he was running from was here.

From the very beginning, he believed Sloane was the one he’d drop onto bended knee for. He even pictured doing it after a hockey win, pulling her out onto the ice and proposing in front of the entire arena and the world it was broadcast to.

Then things just…stopped being good. Long before she realized she was pregnant, they started arguing more. Seeing eye-to-eye was something of the past. It didn’t take long for the entire ship of their relationship to sink, and now the only trace of their love left on Earth was their daughter.

Marigold. The occasional photos Sloane sent him showed a happy and beautiful toddler, but one that would grow up without a father who gave more than child support.

He heaved a sigh. On a daily basis, he questioned his choices. Right now, he needed to blank his mind, the way he did before a game. Pushups were mindless enough in the locker room. Here, he went on a whirlwind spree which involved taking care of all the tack on the ranch.

He massaged the leather with the cloth for long minutes, his mind sinking deeper and deeper.

“I sure hope you aren’t that heavy-handed with your ladies, Sheridan.” The drawl from the barn door brought his head up.

His gaze landed on Dylan. The last damn person he wanted to see.

He turned back to his task, eyes trained on the worn leather. “What do you want?”

Dylan stayed in the doorway, unmoving for so long that Shaw finally glanced up to see if he’d left.

Another growl of annoyance burned in his chest, and he checked it before he made a noise.

The thrill that Dylan’s body always sent through him wasn’t so easy to ignore. One glance and his balls clenched with immediate lust.

He would never be with Dylan again, especially now that the son of a bitch had been between Sloane’s thighs, moving inside her. Shaw couldn’t even look at him.

Dylan huffed out a throaty sigh that prickled the hair on Shaw’s nape. That sound was so similar to the one Dylan made at the last, when his stiff body jerked with every jet of cum leaving him.

Shaw ducked his head and polished faster.

He shouldn’t want to simultaneously sink his cock into Dylan’s mouth and punch him in the teeth.

The quiet thump of boots on the wood floor put him on high alert.

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