Page 20 of Stud Ranch

Oh fuck. This was why Shaw wanted her so damn bad, bad enough to argue, growl and attempt to fight for her, only to be cock-blocked by the personnel in charge.

It looked like Shaw and Dylan’s woman shared a history.

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She was wearing his marks. Two red hickeys on her breast.

Shaw’s chest felt volcanic. Scorching lava filled his veins where blood should be. Ash settled in a thick layer over his heart that had once beat for this woman and this woman alone.

“Nice to see you, Sloane. Where’s my daughter?”

The jab hit its mark. She flinched at his words, pain cutting through the sexual daze she was wrapped in.

Shaw clenched a fist and battled the urge to pound Dylan into the floor until he matched the wood grain.

Sloane crossed her arm over her bare breasts, trying to cover herself from him. And Dylan actually placed his body in front of her to shield her from him.

From Shaw—the man she’d damn near married. The father of her goddamn child.

Recovering, her stare shot missiles at him. “She’s with my parents, and she’s doing great, thanks for asking.”

He bit back a growl. “I wondered why you hadn’t sent any photos lately. Seems you were too busy booking your stay on the ranch.”

She sucked in sharply. “You’re throwing shade at me? You’re here too!”

“I didn’t come to be serviced.” He tossed a glare at Dylan.

The man rose to the baited statement. With one arm, he pressed Sloane behind him, again shielding her—and stared down Shaw.

“You need to leave, Sheridan.”

“Yes, he does.” Sloane’s voice rang with a strength that shouldn’t gouge deep into the pit of Shaw’s mind, but it fucking did.

Just like seeing another man with his hands and mouth all over her. If Shaw had walked in a second later, he would have caught them fucking.

And he didn’t know if he would have been able to walk away.

The thought was a black coal searing his brain.

She poked her head around Dylan’s shoulder. “You chose to walk away from me and our daughter, Shaw. You’re not welcome in our lives now, and you’re sure as hell not wanted in this barn. Leave!”

He opened his mouth to spout the ugliness in his heart right that minute, but Dylan cut off anything he’d say.

“This isn’t the time or the place, man.” He reached to grab another blanket and threw it over Sloane.

Clutching it around her nude body, she glared at Shaw.

God, she really was beautiful. He missed her so damn much in the two years since they were together. That night she walked out on him would forever be etched in his heart as the worst he’d ever experienced.

Now he had this moment to compare it to, to play in his mind over and over again.

Except when he envisioned Dylan sucking on her nipples, his cock jerked behind his fly.

Fuck, what was wrong with him? He never wanted to see another man’s mouth on her again, let alone allow his own body to respond to the vision.

He spun on his heels and strode out of the barn. Each step was longer, quicker than the last. He needed to get away from that place and the memories of Sloane and the knowledge that she had carried his child for nine months.

His lungs seared. A bellow waited in his throat. He needed to find a place to be alone and release some of this fury pounding through his system.

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