Page 81 of Burn the Wild

And I’d rather be out there with Reese.

Through the open door of the Bullshit Box, my gaze latches onto her. Reese struts across the ranch, curls blowing in the breeze, a basket of eggs in her hands. Like the mighty Mississippi, those legs run on for miles. She’s put on weight since she’s been here and looks healthy as hell. Sexy. A fucking bombshell. A star.

My cock flexes as I watch her bend over. I don’t know what’s worse. What she wore when she first came to the ranch or what she’s wearing now.

She’s all leather and lace. Sex and sweetness. Tiny shorts, tinier tank tops, gold jewelry, cowboy boots. And those fucking braids she wears has her looking like a down-home country girl.

Goddamn torture is what it is.

She’s running the ranch wild.

Running me wild.

I haven’t tried to touch her since our almost-kiss. Hands off is a version of Ford Montgomery I don’t even recognize.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to touch her.

I want to fuck that girl raw.

She’s so goddamn beautiful. I feel unhinged when she just breathes near me. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. Damn if that girl isn’t drilled into my skull.

A sigh has me looking over.

“What?” I demand.

Davis needles that vein in his temple and holds up a package Reese was in charge of delivering. “This was supposed to go to Koty’s bakery, not here. Now I have to get someone to cart it back to town.”

I pick up a letter opener, slice through a piece of mail. “Go easy on her, will you? She’s trying.”

I’ve given her easy farm chores, but she’s been an absolute disaster on the ranch. Last week, she lost control of a wheelbarrow, and it smashed through a fence. Yesterday, she drove the UTV over Ruby’s flowerbed.

I thought for sure she’d give up after the first week, but she’s hung in there. Pride swells in my chest. She’s not the least bit intimidated, and she’s always ready to learn. I was wrong about her. She’s a damn hard worker.

“You can always take it out of her paycheck,” Charlie says.

My head snaps up, and I open my mouth, ready to rip my brother a new one when I see him grin.

I glare at him. Bastard’s trying to bait me. It’s working.

“She’s a beautiful girl.” I shrug, channeling all the nonchalance I can. “Ain’t for me.”

“Since when?” Charlie lifts a smug brow. “She’s—”

“Don’t say it,” I warn.

“Your type,” Davis finishes, his eyes narrowing.

“Yeah, she’s really fucking cute, and she’s an absolute nightmare.” I lift the guestbook. “How’s the rest of the seasonlook?” I ask, hoping to distract them away from pointed questions about Reese.

But they don’t bite.

“Have you kissed her yet?” Davis demands.

Almost.

“Fuck off,” I snap, feeling combative.

Charlie laughs. “Holy shit, you haven’t.”

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