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His body moved in Shaw’s grip. Releasing his cock, he reached over and pumped some bodywash into his hand. Soaping up his lover’s cock, massaging the soap into his balls, while teasing each of his nipples, had Shaw’s own cock seeping precum.

He could don a condom and slide into Dylan’s ass like he did once before. But he wasn’t taking his own ease today—this was for Dylan.

Every flick of his wrist pulled another low gasp from him. His thick length strained in his grip. The pulsing steel felt good in his hand, and he closed his eyes, reveling in the act of giving.

When he slid his hand around to his cheeks and ran one finger between the hard planes of Dylan’s ass, over his pucker, his spine bowed.

“Your fingers,” he grated out.

He worked some of the soap over the tight ring before slipping in two fingers. “Like this?”

Dylan growled in response. His cock grew harder in his grasp, and he pumped it faster in time to the stroke of his fingers. He easily located the spot that made Dylan writhe and blanked his mind to anything but his lover’s responses.

He bowed. He rocked. He bucked his hips. When his ass clamped on his fingers hard and his cock stiffened even more, Shaw’s own cock streamed with pent-up desire.

Dylan’s muffled roar and the spurts of cum creaming over his hand in time to the pulse in his ass went on and on for long seconds.

Shaw’s insides warmed. Something he’d learned on the ranch was that giving pleasure had a high of its own.

Slowly, he pumped his cock for another minute and slid his fingers free. Then he stepped out of the shower, leaving his lover alone.

Chapter Nine

“I’m nervous.” Sloane eyed the horse. “It’s bigger than I thought it would be.”

Shaw slanted a look at Dylan. “She’s never ridden. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

She shook her head before the man could respond. “No, no. I came here to ride a horse and a cowboy. I’m going to do this.”

Dylan stood at the horse’s head, soothing it with soft words while Sloane set her foot in the stirrup. Then she moved upward and hooked her leg over the horse the way the guys instructed her to.

The animal’s huge body shifted under her, but she concentrated on staying seated. Shaw assured her this was the calmest mount they had, which eased some of her fears.

“Grab the reins, Sloane. That’s it. Just like that.” Shaw grinned up at her. The flash of his white teeth was an even better reward than not being tossed on her ass.

She pulled in a deep breath and waited for the horse to settle. Sure enough, it did.

Then Dylan shot her a smile, complete with that dimple that made her toes curl. “Remember, I’m going to have your horse roped to mine during the ride along the trail. It won’t stray.”

She nodded and got her bearings while the guys mounted their own horses. The paddock was hopping with people going in and out. Many of the Boot Knockers were there performing chores.

When a guy shot Shaw a dirty look, he only cocked his brow in answer. She might not feel as if she knew this Shaw Sheridan very well, but that exchange was something she’d seen before on the ice.

Other hockey players liked to test Shaw, even guys on his own team. He never let them get in his head.

No, the only person she’d ever seen him lose control with was her. That night they decided to call it quits despite her being pregnant, tears had run down his face.

The sight would never leave her memory. On occasion, it rose up to haunt her in her weaker moments, the ones when she questioned if she’d made the right choice to go their separate ways.

How many times had she wondered what might have been if they’d only given it one more day, a month, another year? If they’d be happily married right now and raising their daughter together.

When Dylan twisted in the saddle, throwing another dimpled grin her way, her heart gave a little flip.

If she and Shaw were okay, she never would have come to the ranch. She never would have met this amazing man who was so giving and caring, despite the fact that she and Shaw had tossed a massive wrench into the situation by sharing a complicated past.

“Ready, love?” Dylan called to her, and she nodded.

When he urged his horse forward, hers followed its lead, just as they said the animal would. Sloane held on the way they told her to. With each stride the animal took, she grew less nervous. Soon, she was able to hang on and not worry she’d drop to her death while enjoying the scenery.

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