Page 25 of The First Day of Breeding Season
But all it takes is one look at the man standing beside the trailer, and my body betrays me completely.
From what I can see beneath the hat tugged low over his brow, Drew’s jaw is granite hard. Resolutely off-limits, and that only makes me want him all the more, with the same kind of soft, desperate yearning that rioted through me last night when he took me in his arms.
How can he look so untouchable and still affect me this way?
Everything inside me wants to float away on this current pulling between us. I want to get lost in the fantasy of being his, and that’s not going to happen, so I need to be jarred a little.
I push the truck door open and drop to the ground with deliberate heaviness.
His gaze immediately sweeps down my body, looking to where my rope tattoo is hidden behind boots and jeans.
Does he need a reminder, too?
Are we both trapped in this impossible space of desire and guilty complications?
“Good morning,” I manage to say.
“Morning, Brynn.” His nod is curt, but his eyes linger, telling a different story. There’s hurt there, and confusion, but something else too, something molten that makes my thighs clench involuntarily.
Leaving the condoms behind might have been a mistake, if my mentor can’t stop the hungry way his eyes gobble me up.
I busy myself with getting the horses out of the trailer and tethered to a nearby tree, while Raul and Drew use some temporary gates to create a chute into the fenced summer grazing land for the bulls—because whentheirtrailer opens, they’re going to come out with a full head of steam.
As we all work, I find myself stealing glances whenever his back is turned.
The broad expanse of his shoulders pulls his shirt taut in a way that makes my mouth go dry.
The long strides he takes—his thick, muscular legs eating up the ground—send pulses of longing straight through my core.
And the way his ass fills out the faded denim…a girl could get used to that view.
Thisgirl is already addicted to it, in fact.
For the umpteenth time, I quickly look away, heat blooming across my chest and up my neck. This is going to be the longest week of my life.
CHAPTER 12
DREW
“You ever unload a bull before?”
Brynn jumps when I point the question her way. “Um, no.”
To punctuate the risk involved, Thor slams into the side of the trailer, rocking it from side to side. That just pisses off Ten Gallon on the other side.
“There’s an art to it.” I fix my gaze just above her head. “You gotta get out of the way real fast.”
“Real fucking fast,” Raul agrees, joining us.
“I can do that.” Brynn starts to climb the barricade we set up.
“Whoa, there.” I launch myself forward, planting my hands on her hips, stopping her momentum.
Holding on to her even for a split-second is both absolutely perfect and a serious mistake.
My heart slamming against my chest, I set her back on the ground.
“I’m going to do it,” I growl. “You watch and learn.”
