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After he shut the door behind me, he took off his utility belt and set it on the granite counter, his car keys going right beside it.
I took the time to look around. The place was immaculate. Counters wiped down, no dirty dish in sight. The wood floors gleamed. It was an open floorplan. Off the kitchen was a huge family room with a two story fireplace, a wide-screen TV with a very comfortable looking sectional facing it. Across the coffee table was a comfy lounge chair and ottoman. A dining table was placed by a large bay window that looked out over the view. There were a few doors along the back wall which I assumed went to the laundry, a powder room, and the attached garage. The second floor was like a loft and I could see a large bed and dresser through the thick log slats of the railing.
It was very western. Very male.
And it smelled like Colt.
I looked at him and realized he’d been standing and watching me.
“What do you think?”
“It’s really nice,” I said, trying to remain neutral. I didn’t want to tell him I loved it, that it was cozy and in the prettiest spot I’d ever seen. I wanted to nap on his couch and snuggle up in front of a roaring fire in the winter as the snow fell.
“You’re on the family ranch. We’ve all got places.”
“All?”
“I’ve got seven brothers and a sister.”
I blinked. “You haveeightsiblings?”
He grinned. Nodded. “Yeah. What about you?”
“A sister.” He didn’t need to know any more about her. The less, the better.
“My parents’ place is over that bluff. Everyone but my youngest brother Zeb’s got their own house on the land. Well, Bray, too, ‘cause he lives with Hayes.”
“Wow, okay.”
“Come on, pretty girl, it’s time to talk.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk.”
“Good, because I’m the one who’s got things to say.”
He tugged me once again toward the couch,dropped down on it. When I mulishly refused to settle beside him, he rolled his eyes and yanked.
I fell with a gasp, and was settled right over his thighs. Ass up.
“Hey!”
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Fuck,did I have her right where I wanted her. Her upturned ass, even in the ugly scrubs, was perfect. I remembered my handprint on it from that night at the rodeo and I itched to mark her like that again.
As she squirmed, my dick stirred.
Hooking one of my ankles over her thrashing legs, I pinned her down.
“You gonna calm down and listen to what I have to say or do you want me to spank your ass first?”
She stilled.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed.
I spanked her over her scrub pants in answer.
