Page 50 of Stud Ranch

Sloane adjusted the thin string holding her bikini in place over her breasts. “What happened was you tried to kill yourself tonight on the back of a bull!”

He shrugged. The movement shot a pain down his flank into his lower back right where it ached the most. “You know I ride bulls. I explained it to you.”

“I didn’t fully realize the danger until you got on one’s back!”

He moved across the hot tub closer to her. “Love, I’m so sorry I scared you.”

When she slipped even closer to him, he stopped caring about his bumps and bruises and gathered her close.

Breathing in her sweet scent, he let his eyes shutter. So this was what people talked about in movies—never wanting to let go.

He opened his eyes on the revelation and found Shaw staring at him. His hard jaw flexed but the warmth in his gaze held no trace of anger or threat.

“You asked what happened while you were losing our bet,” Shaw said.

Sloane lifted her head from Dylan’s chest.

“We talked. Cleared the air a little.”

She nodded, her hair brushing Dylan’s pec. “I don’t know what’s going to happen when my time’s up here, but I’ll go knowing that Shaw and I are really okay.”

The man looked like he wanted to say more. His mouth worked as though he chewed the inside of his cheek to stop himself from speaking the words.

A long moment of silence ticked by.

Dylan moved a little, and pain sliced up his spine. He couldn’t stop the wince before Sloane spotted it.

“Sloane, honey. I’m fine. Really. In fact, let me show you just how fine I am.” Reaching around her neck, he tugged the string of her bikini, untying it. Her breasts tumbled out of the yellow cloth.

Her jaw dropped.

“Oops.” He grinned.

Without bothering to cover herself, she looked between him and Shaw. “If I remember correctly, Shaw and I get to call the shots tonight, so you’re cheating.”

He lifted his jaw in a gesture of agreement. “Tell me what you want.”

Shaw’s eyes hooded over the depths that gleamed with desire. “Stand up.”

He stood, his body streaming water. He hadn’t bothered with swim trunks, and his stiff cock bobbed against his abs.

Shaw’s brows shot up in interest. Slowly, Dylan curled his fist around his thick cock and gave it a pump.

“I owe you both. I’m at your command.”

Sloane ran her tongue over her lips and then gulped. “Maybe I should check you out again. Make sure you’re all right…”

When he rolled the head of his cock through his fingers, he moaned. “I feel more than all right.”

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Dark need lashed at Shaw’s core as he watched Dylan slowly jacking his cock. The man’s body was cut with muscle. His washboard abs tapered down to a thick erection. The strain of his thighs as he delivered each stroke of pleasure to himself had Shaw even more on edge.

He’d admitted to Sloane that he and Dylan were lovers. She had taken the news without batting a long eyelash. So what was holding him back from taking Dylan the way he wanted?

Craved?

He jerked to his feet. Water splashed over the sides of the hot tub, but his only focus was on the dual groans coming from Sloane and Dylan.

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