Page 33 of A Cowboy Of Her Own

Roark turned, strode from the barn, and headed into the house. Walking down the hall toward her bedroom, he heard the jets on the hot tub fire up so headed into his bedroom instead. He saw her settling into the hot tub on the patio.

Stepping through the patio doors, he leaned against the post of the porch, folded his arms, and cleared his throat. Her eyes opened and she looked over toward him and her eyes squinted at him. He swore his heart stopped.

“Can you see me at all?” He grinned at how adorably her nose crinkled when she squinted.

“Yes. I’m farsighted. It’s just a habit for me to squint when I’m not wearing my glasses.”

“Is the hot tub helping?”

“I just got in here, but I think so.” She smiled at him. “Care to join me, cowboy?”

Roark grinned, pushed away from the post and tugged his T-shirt off over his head, dropped it to the floor then unsnapped his jeans, and lowered the zipper.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m getting in the hot tub with you.”

“Where are your trunks?”

He stopped what he was doing and stared at her, not believing she asked that. “Trunks? I don’t owntrunks. I get in there naked. Aren’t you?”

“No! I have my suit on.”

He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Not for long.”

Priscilla burst out laughing. “Then come on in, cowboy, the water’s fine.”

With a grin, Roark sat on a chair and tugged his boots and socks off then stood and shucked his jeans and boxer briefs off. Then he climbed into the tub and sat beside her. “Come here, sweetheart.” She slid over next to him and he lifted her onto his lap but cringed when she gasped out in pain. “Damn, you’re really hurting, aren’t you?”

She blinked back tears from her eyes and nodded as he gently set her down on the seat beside him again.

“I’m sorry.”

“There’s no reason for you to be sorry, Priscilla. I just wish you had told me that you hadn’t ridden that long. I would have gone alone or taken one of the men with me.”

“I’ll be all right. Can you rub that salve you said you have on me? I’m not sure I can reach all of it.”

“Are you saying you have a big ass?” Roark chuckled.

“No, I am not! Are you?”

“Hell no, you have a great ass. You should get out and take that suit off though. Wrap a towel around you and lay face down on the bed while I’ll get the salve.”

“All right.” She kissed his lips, stood then gingerly climbed out of the hot tub and slowly entered the bedroom.

Roark frowned as he watched her limp slowly into the room then she entered the bathroom. He stood, reached for a towel stepped out and dried off,then picked up his jeans, and entered the bedroom to see her carefully climbing onto the bed. Damn, he really wished she felt better because he’d love to have her again. Shaking his head, he pulled his jeans on then went in search of the salve. After retrieving it from the bathroom, he reentered the bedroom and stood by the bed.

“I’ll try not to hurt you but I have to work it into your muscles.”

“I’m fine. Go for it.”

“Easy for you to say,” he muttered as he opened the lid, scooped some salve out and rubbed his palms together. Taking a deep breath, he lifted the towel, put his hands on the cheeks of her butt, and started rubbing it in.Shit!Bad idea. Having his hands on her made his body react and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.Son of a bitch!

“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” she said looking over her shoulder.

“It’s a great idea. I’m enjoying the hell out of this, although my dick is so hard I probably won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

Priscilla burst out laughing and slapped her hand over her mouth. “What a smooth talker you are, cowboy.”

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