Page 18 of Stud Ranch

“You’re so lovely, Sloane.” Dylan dropped a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Before she could twist her face into him, he stepped back to skim her appearance. “You look as good in clothes as out of them.”

She tensed at the compliment. So many males treated her as though she didn’t have a brain, a heart, a soul. Only one man had, and he walked away, without putting up much of a fight for her.

Dylan squeezed her fingers. “Let’s hope you’re good at cornhole too.”

The switch in topic drew the attention from her looks to whether or not she possessed a skill, as silly as it was.

“Guess we’ll see.” She gripped his hand back, allowing him to lead her to the door, where he’d neatly set their boots side by side.

Once they were outside, the fresh Alaskan air teased the hair at her temples. The scent of earthy plants and things she associated with harbors filled her nose. She drew in a deep breath. All of a sudden, she actually felt like she was on vacation.

She loved Marigold and missed her like crazy, but walking beside a hot cowboy, her hand in his, with stunning mountain views, fed her soul.

The walkways curved through the ranch in a way that offered a new view each time they rounded a bend. Lush green pastures spread out in front of her one minute, and the next she was staring at a pristine barn.

A short distance away, a cowboy had a woman in his arms, kissing her like he was going off to war. The woman melted in his grasp. As Sloane and Dylan drew closer, she heard the soft whimpers the cowboy pulled from the woman.

Feeling like a voyeur, she forced her gaze away.

At that minute, the cowboy pulled up the woman’s skirt and plunged his hand between her legs. She moaned. Rocked.

Sloane’s insides clutched with need.

“Nice view, eh?” Dylan’s soft rumble at her ear sent another spike of desire through her.

“I feel like I shouldn’t look!”

“That’s exactly what they want you to do.”

She blinked. Glanced back at the couple. The woman was bowed in the cowboy’s arms while he fingered her pussy.

That the couple was outside in plain sight of anybody who walked by both stunned and aroused Sloane. Her career presented her with a lot of worldly experiences, but The Boot Knockers Ranch was very different from anything she’d ever known before.

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Dylan squared up to the wooden board, the beanbag a slight weight in his hand. Sloane looked on from a few feet away, wearing nothing but a lace bra, a pair of teeny tiny panties, and a smile.

She clapped her hands. “Let’s go, Dylan!”

“Yeah, man! Miss the shot! We’re all waiting to see your goods.”

On the back of a bull, he’d learned that showmanship got the crowd going just as much as a good ride. He glanced down his bare chest and abs to the very evident bulge pressing against his white boxer briefs.

“He wasn’t joking when he said he sucks at this game,” one of the other guys jeered. “If you miss this shot, Dylan, you’re the first man naked and you lose.”

He glanced at Sloane. “Either way, I win.”

A pink flush climbed her face. Christ, he wanted to put his hands on her—now.

He pitched the beanbag. It struck the outer ring of the bullseye painted on the board and slid off the side into the grass.

Laughs and cheers echoed across the lawn where they were playing. Pointedly, he pivoted toward Sloane, hooked his thumbs in his boxers and slid them down his hips.

When his cock bobbed against his abs, several gasps sounded, and they weren’t just from the women either. Plenty of guys enjoyed getting a piece of him. Too bad only one had ever held his attention, and not only was Shaw not interested, he wasn’t even here.

Sidling up to Sloane, he held her gaze every step of the way. Her tongue darted across her lips. He stopped just shy of touching her. “Your turn, sweetheart.”

She dipped her gaze from his eyes to his cock, stiff and swollen, the head red with need. Getting naked in front of the gang and a handful of clients was always a turn-on, but having her watching him so closely, with that blazing look of desire in her beautiful eyes, made him even harder.

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