Page 26 of Her Three Rangers

It wouldn’t have been out of the question if that had been what she’d asked me to do. But yeah, sitting here next to her, my arm practically around her was a hell of a lot better than sitting on the floor.

“So… the other guys?” she prompted. “Will I be seeing any of them?”

I shrugged. “Hard to tell. Probably not, though. First, there aren’t that many other guys. Cody, Jaeger, and I always ride together. The others join us when they can. But we have guys from all over the state. Guys with jobs and families who can’t always spend weeks at a time on the road. But they’re always around if we need them.”

“I see,” she said, nodding. “And the three of you don’t have families? Jobs?”

“This is our job,” I answered. “We were on a job when we had to stop here.” I paused. That was really all she needed to know about our line of work at the moment. “Anyway,” I continued, “Our lives aren’t really conducive to holding down a relationship. I’m sure there are women out there who want a man that’s never in one place for longer than a few days at a time, one who curses too much and hangs around with guys like Jaeger and Cody.” I snorted. “I’m sure she’s out there somewhere, but she’s a rare lady, indeed.”

Grace laughed. “I see what you mean. In your defense, the three of you make for some really interesting company. I’m pretty sure having you all around is the most interesting thing that’s happened to any of us in a while.”

“It has been an interesting time, hasn’t it?” I looked over at her, letting my arm move down just a little so that my fingers were playing along the top of her shoulder, teasing at the neckline of her shirt, just barely skimming across the soft, tanned skin there.

She sucked in a quick breath but didn’t pull away. Her eyes drifted down to my mouth, then back up to meet my gaze as I leaned in just a little closer.

“Ty, I…”

I let my arm fall completely across her shoulder, kneading and massaging as I tentatively explored with my fingers.

“Yeah?” I asked, still so close I could hear every breath, could even see her pulse fluttering wildly at the base of her neck. Jesus, did she have any idea how beautiful she was? “You… what?”

She opened her mouth like she wanted to answer, but no words came out. Instead, she tipped her head back just a little, just enough to let me know what she wanted me to do.

And how in the hell was I supposed to resist an invitation like that?

I kissed her. Slowly, tentatively at first, then deeper, harder as she opened her mouth to me, moaning just a little as her hands reached for me.

Cradling her head in my hands, I explored her mouth with my tongue, loving the sweet taste of her as she held onto my arms, her fingernails digging into my biceps from the intensity of that kiss.

“Oh my God, Ty,” she gasped, looking up at me as she broke away.

I brushed my thumb across her full lips as I looked into those big, beautiful blue eyes. Her pupils were blown, and she drew a ragged breath as her lips parted again.

Jesus, she was the hottest woman I’d had in front of me since… ever. There was really nobody else who even came close.

Even now, in regular clothes with her hair pulled back in a pony tail, she was simply beautiful. And she had me hard as a fucking rock.

“Is this okay?” I asked, shifting my position a little to relieve some of the tightness in my jeans. I hadn’t taken my hands away from her face, but I wanted her to know that she was the one in control of this situation. “We can stop now if you want…”

“No,” she said without hesitating. “That’s not… I don’t want to stop. Just… just kiss me again. Please.”

I didn’t even try to respond with words. Anything I could have said would have only delayed what we both wanted.

Kissing her again, I skipped the uncertain, tentative part and she responded just as urgently, gasping and moaning directly into my mouth as I kissed her hungrily, deeply.

I let one hand trail down her neck, then lower and lower, until I was cupping one of her perfect, beautiful breasts.

She leaned in, pressing herself against me, moaning so loudly that I honestly thought we might wake up her grandmother.

Then, just as suddenly as she had started, she stopped, pulling away again breathlessly as I sat there in a daze.

“I-I can’t,” she said, softly. “I can’t keep this from you anymore. It wouldn’t be right…”

My mind was still on the kiss we had just shared, and on those fucking perfect breasts, so it took me a few seconds to register the words she’d just said.

When they finally made it through to my brain, I still couldn’t make sense of what she was trying to say.

“Can’t keep what from me?” I asked. “What wouldn’t be right?”

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