Page 19 of Stud Ranch

She skirted around him and stepped over to the game. Hunter Hart, aka The Gigolo, caught Sloane by the wrist. She sucked in a gasp of surprise that turned into a squeak when he lifted her palm to his lips and pressed a kiss there.

Everyone applauded the show and several guys issued catcalls. Dylan looked on, knowing it was all in fun—but Hunter was known for stealing women from other Boot Knockers.

What he didn’t know was that Dylan wasn’t opposed to using his fists if it came down to it. He was enjoying Sloane far too much to give her up so soon. She was just starting to let her guard down with him, but he saw the effects of his efforts in the glow she now wore.

Hunter placed a beanbag in her hand and stepped back. He thumbed his straw Stetson. “Now, little lady, every man here is counting on you to miss. And I’d also place money on the fact that a lot of the women want to see you take off one more item of clothing.”

Sloane stared at him for a long second before her gaze traveled over the ring of people gathered around. Then she shot a glance at Dylan.

He nodded at her to go for it. When she swung her arm back and released the beanbag on the forward move, everyone silenced.

The bright-colored bag hit the wood, dangled on the edge of the hole, but skidded down the sloped wood instead.

Sloane plastered her face with a hand and the crowd hollered.

“Take. It. Off! Take. It. Off!” someone began to chant, and everyone joined in.

Laughter bubbled on Sloane’s lips. She turned to face Dylan. He eyed up her body, waiting to see whether she’d remove her bra or panties. She was much more comfortable baring her ass to the world, so his bet was on the tiny panties coming off.

But she held his stare, ran her tongue over her full bottom lip again…and unclasped her bra.

For him.

She did it for him.

Knowing how much he loved breasts—hers in particular—she’d chosen the bra.

His cock jerked with need. In three strides, he caught her up around the waist and carried her off the cornhole pitch to the sound of shouts.

The barn was the closest place they could be alone, and he could find it blindfolded. His lips met Sloane’s, and she moaned against his mouth, feeding her tongue to him. The dark desire to claim this woman had him walking faster. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed and kissed him.

When they entered the dim space, the scent of hay and animals greeted them. He had only one thought in his head: get inside her.

He moved to set her on her feet, then thought better of it. She was barefoot, and while they kept the barns clean of debris, they were a working ranch and as such, there could still be a nail around.

With Sloane still in his grip, he moved to the workbench where he’d just seen Shaw oiling a saddle hours before. The saddle had been put away, but the smell of the oil remained.

He reached under the bench and located a stack of blankets. He tossed one on the floor and lowered Sloane to stand on it. Her eyes were glazed with lust. She pressed her bare breasts into his chest.

“Christ. I need to make you scream my name and then come inside this.” He reached between her legs and stroked his middle finger over the seam of her pussy. His eyes hooded. “Your panties are wet.”

“How can they not be? You’re so hard and—”

He cut her off with a kiss. The slick glide of his tongue over hers sent him reeling. Fuck, he hadn’t wanted a woman this bad in a long, long time.

He palmed her breasts, loving the feel of them in his hands and the knowledge that she’d taken off her bra for him. The nipples hardened to tight pebbles, which he teased with small plucks of his fingers.

When he ducked his head to take one into his mouth, she gasped.

But not the good kind of gasp because of what he was doing.

Dylan went still. Sloane’s body was stiff enough to make him think if he touched her, she might snap.

He raised his head and saw the man in the barn with them.

Shaw.

The man wasn’t looking at him. In fact, it seemed like Sloane and Shaw were the only two people in the barn.

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