Page 48 of On His Ranch

His cock throbbed. There was no way she could know how sexy she was. It was funny—he’d never gone for understated, innocently sexy, but now he wondered if he’d ever be turned on by anything else. “You.” It was a harsh whisper of desperate need.

“What?” She laughed, the sound so free and giddy that he wanted to pin her to the floor and have his way with her then and there.

“I want you.” He pinned her with a stare, not wanting his sincerity in doubt.

“A kiss,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him. “If you win.”

“Playin’ hard to get?” he asked. “Don’t forget, I was there when you squirted all over my cock yesterday, so you can’t pretend you didn’t enjoy yourself.”

“A kiss,” she persisted, her lips curved into a soft smile.

“Alright, have it your way.”A kiss is the start to havin’ her on her knees, beggin’ Daddy to fuck her again. Besides which, even as tired as he was, it was hard to resist the excitement in her eyes.

“What should we do for our break?” she asked with a giggle.

“You won’t have to worry about that, little girl,” he told her as he moved his own stool to the next stall.

“You don’t know that.”

“Sure I do.” He sat down and tipped her a wink. “I never make bets I can’t win.”

Chapter 11

“Are ya ready?”

“Ready,” she replied, unable to miss the way her hands trembled as she held them out, waiting for Chase to announce the start of their contest. A contest she already regretted suggesting before it even started.

For one thing, he seemed pretty darn sure of himself. Of course, she imagined he felt that way about everything—it just seemed to be a part of who he was. But while it might be a normal, everyday thing for him, and was definitely a part of his charm, she was competitive. She wanted to win, even if his own prize was something she knew she would enjoy very much.

“Get set… go!”

She reached for the udders, but her hands fumbled. Which was ridiculous because she’d had a couple of lessons now. Which should have made her surer of herself, except that she couldn’t stop thinking about the way his lips looked. Full. Soft. Yummy.

Her belly flipped, and her hand slipped on the udder again. “Dang it,” she muttered, quickly swiping her hands on her pants. She was jumpy enough already, but thepingsound of milk hitting inside Chase’s pail only heightened her nerves.

Get it together, Piper! Or he’s going to win!

Finally, she began milking her cow. Though slow to start, she forced herself to block out her jumbled, confused feelings and the sound of Chase hard at work right next to her. She concentrated on nothing but her fingers pushing the milk out, and before long she was pleased to see the bottom of her pail covered with milk and the contents rising.

“Done!”

She whipped her head around to look at him when his triumphant declaration filled the air. She caught her breath. She’d never seen him like this. Despite declaring victory, the arrogance she was accustomed to was gone. He looked excited, his eyes and cheeks shining with the thrill of it.

“There it is,” she whispered to herself.

“What?” He grinned as he looked at her. “What did you say?”

Piper had long held a theory that the little boy or girl that a person had once been never truly went away. She had a feeling Chase had tried to bury his little boy pretty deeply and that she had just seen a rare glimpse.

“Nothing.”

“Do you want to compare pails?” His grin widened.

“I had trouble getting started,” she tried to wheedle.

He threw back his head and laughed, and when he did the cowboy hat slipped off, revealing his black ringlets.

Before she could stop herself, she reached over and brushed it to the side. When she found herself caressing the side of his face longer than she should have, she moved to take her hand away, but before she could, Chase grabbed it.

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