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I melt against Cade’s muscled chest with a smile so wide it hurts my cheeks. I’m totally depleted, as if all the bones have been fucked out of my body.

“You’re goddamn right she is,” Hendrix adds, and I glance around Easton to find his pack mate standing with cum dripping from the hand that’s still clutching his swollen cock. He must have come at the same time as the rest of us. My tongue flicks across my lips at the realization, and Hendrix smirks as he lifts his slick hand.

“You want it, don’t you?” he asks.

I tug my lower lip between my teeth, and his smirk deepens as he steps closer. He offers his hand to me, palm up, and I draw his cum-covered thumb into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it as I taste his essence.

His green eyes blaze, locked on mine. He purrs as I keep sucking on his thumb.

“That’s it. It’s all for you, darlin’. You’re the star of this show,” he says and rights the skewed cowboy on my hat with a smile. “You rode them so fucking well.”

Chapter 33

Grace

A few days later, I’m sitting out on the front porch, enjoying the last of the lemonade that I made yesterday, watching the sun start to set. Dinner is in the oven, and it’ll be ready in a little bit. The afternoon chores are finished, so it’s just a nice moment of peace.

The men are upstairs showering. I’m sure I’ll hear them come down any moment. I could do with a nice hot bath myself after dinner to ease the aches of the day, but I appreciate those aches. I feel really satisfied. Accomplished.

A sudden thought pops into my mind. How did I get through all those long days where I just sat in an office?

I can remember going home at the end of the work day feeling weirdly achy, and how much I hated it, and how I just sat all day but still felt uncomfortable. Now, honestly, at the end of the day even though I’m exhausted my body feels better than it did in the office.

I’m sure there’s some article or other that I read that said something about how bodies are made to move, so that people who just sit or stand in one position all day are doing more to wear their bodies out than people who go on long hikes every day or do a lot of other physical labor. It sounds crazy, but that’s sure what I’m feeling now.

A bit of fear seizes my heart—fear that I don’t want to go back to the office.

I look down at my hands. There are some things I miss about New York. Like having my lovely nails done. I’m terrible at painting my nails myself, and I know having manicured nails will be more work to maintain around the farm, but I’m sure I could manage.

You don’t know until you try, I tell myself.

I have some nail polish in my bag, it was originally supposed to be a gift for Mom and I forgot all about it, but I think it was a silly gift to try to give her now. She never cared about having paint on her nails. It’s a nice pink color, though, so I think it’ll look good on me.

I sit back down on the porch, spread my fingers out on my left hand, then start trying to paint the nails with my right.

Hmm. It’s… not looking great.

“Enjoying the sunset?” Easton says, emerging onto the porch.

I jolt in surprise and nearly spill the polish. “Ah!”

“Sorry, princess, didn’t mean to startle you.” Easton grins and sits down next to me on the porch swing. “Painting your nails?”

“Trying to. I’m not very good at it.”

Easton takes my hand in his, then plucks the brush out of my other hand, and starts quietly doing my nails.

I watch him for a moment, touched. “It’s sweet of you to offer. It’s okay if you’re not good at it, um, I’m not very good at it either, and you can’t possibly be worse than I am…”

My voice trails off as I peer at him and see that he’s actually doing really well. He’s got that one-stroke thing down pat that I can’t seem to manage where he gets the whole nail covered but doesn’t smear it on the skin.

“When did you learn to do this?” I ask, baffled. Easton doesn’t have any sisters that he’d learn for, and I don’t think he’s the type to wear nail polish himself. In fact the image makes me snort with laughter.

Easton’s face flushes a little. “Recently.”

Huh. “You’re really good at it.”

“Thanks. I looked up some tutorials—you can really learn anything on YouTube, huh?”

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