Page 43 of A Cowboy Of Her Own

“Hey, Roark! How are you?”

“I’m good, Brayden. I just saw your brothers.”

“Yeah, I saw them too.” Brayden looked at Priscilla and smiled. “Hello.”

“Hi,” she said.Dayum! Another gorgeous cowboy.

Roark introduced them. “Priscilla, this is Brayden and Melissa Beckett. This is Priscilla Butler.”

Apparently, he’d gotten tired of introducing her as a writer for the magazine or perhaps he was tired of getting teased about her. She smiled and shook hands with them each then Roark tugged on her hand again as he walked around them. Their laughter didn’t have him stopping at all. They finally reached the truck but as he opened the door, Sam stopped them again and this time, Roark swore aloud. “Shit!”

“Leaving so soon?” Sam asked with a smile tugging at his lips.

“Go to hell, Sam,” Roark said then saw the woman with him. “Oh… hi, Tess… I’m sorry but your husband is being a pain in the ass.”

“You should be used to that, Roark,” she said laughing.

Roark chuckled and introduced Priscilla to Sam’s wife, Tess, and then he helped her into the truck. He told Sam and Tessa goodnight then strode around the truck, climbed in, and winked at Priscilla. The thought of how eager he was to get her home had her wiggling in her seat as he started the truck, and with gravel sliding under his wheels, steered the truck for his ranch.

“What is a bulldogger?” she asked as they journeyed down the nearly empty road.

“Oh, it’s another name for steer wrestler. Gage is the best at it.”

The thought of how dangerous that was had her suppressing a shiver. “Why would anyone want to jump off a perfectly good horse to try to tackle a huge beast like a steer?”

“Same reason I ride mean as hell bulls. Adrenaline rush.”

“Is Gage or JD married?”

“JD’s not. Gage is, but he’s been separated now for two years. His wife left after the first winter she experienced here. It’s not for everyone here. Montana winters can be mighty harsh.”

Priscilla nodded and stared out the windshield. She’d welcome harsh winters if it meant spending them with Roark.

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Roark hoped he would make it to the ranchwithout embarrassing himself. He was so hard just thinking about having her that he was surprised he didn’t come right now. Glancing over at her, he mentally groaned. The dress she wore was beautiful and hugged her breasts then flowed out from the hips, ending a little above her knees and those cowboy boots she wore looked great on her. Maybe he could get her to keep them on while he fucked her. He grinned at the thought and felt his pants tighten more.

“What are you smiling about?” she asked him with a tilt of her head.

“You… uh… keeping those boots on while we have sex.”

She gasped then laughed. “Well, I’m game if you are, cowboy.”

“Damn,” he groaned, his foot pressing harder on the accelerator so the truck picked up speed. Big mistake, it seemed. He swore when blue and red lights flashed behind him in the rear view mirror. He steered the truck over to the berm, threw the gear into Park, and waited. If it was Sam Garrett, he was definitely going to get a piece of his mind, but then he also knew it couldn’t be Sam—this wasn’t his jurisdiction.

“Way to go,” Priscilla said laughing and drawing a frown from him.

“Shit,” he muttered as he put the window down when someone came alongside.

“In a hurry, Roark?”

Roark looked over to see Sheriff Grayson Beckett.

“Hey Gray, was I speeding?” He whipped his head around and glared when Priscilla snorted.

“Twenty over the posted limit. You turn into apumpkin at midnight or something?” Gray leaned his elbow on the windowsill of the truck then looked in at Priscilla and a grin split his face.

“Just give me the fucking ticket and let me go,” Roark growled.

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