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When he was done, he tugged on her hair again to lift her head and he crushed his mouth to hers in an all-consuming, soul-shattering kiss, prying her lips open and tangling his tongue with hers.

His free hand ran down her body, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipple between his fingers before continuing on. Over her belly then circling her waist, the feeling of his rough palm on her skin had her quivering with excitement and ready to ride him all over again.

When he broke the kiss, she was light-headed and more turned on than ever. His eyelids dropped to half-mast and he took her hand. “Let’s go to bed, I need to taste you again.”

Then he released her hair and helped her climb out of the hot tub. After that, he wrapped her up in a towel and carried her into the house and up to his bed where he did just as he said he would until she passed out with her head on his chest, sated and incredibly happy.

Chapter Twelve

Despite the naked beauty in his bed who he’d much rather have come across his tongue for breakfast, Asher had responsibilities he needed to tend to. Animals to feed and a new foal to check on. So with reluctance in every move he made, he pried his body out of bed and got dressed.

He knew she’d want to help, but she’d done so much over the last two days that Triss deserved to sleep. Besides, she just looked so gorgeous and peaceful with the bedsheet barely covering her body. His cock was getting hard, he needed to get out of there before he climbed back into bed and ducked beneath the covers.

The horses would be getting impatient. He was already half an hour late getting out to feed them.

Tugging on his jeans, he spied his phone flashing on the nightstand and disconnected it from the charger.

It was a message from Nate. You do know that I have the video feed for the barn on my phone, too, right?

What the fuck did that mean?

Oh fuck.

Pervert. Asher texted back, heading down the stairs.

Nate texted back right away. A laughing emoji preceded the message I didn’t watch … for long. But you’d be best to remember that you’re not the only one who can see what happens in that barn. That’s Hannah’s friend.

Asher shoved his feet into his boots, tugged on his knit cap and pushed his arms into his coat. He didn’t bother with gloves and texted his brother as he stalked across the yard toward the barn. It was still dark out, but he could hear the animals starting to wake up. Yes. Triss. Don’t tell Hannah, she’ll never shut up about it.

Too late, bro. Sorry. Got to Oklahoma late last night and checked the barn camera as I sat next to Hannah’s hospital bed. She saw it and is SO FUCKING happy.

Asher cringed and heaved open the side door to the barn. Great, just what he needed, his meddling niece doing a little matchmaker dance. She shouldn’t be dancing at all since she broke her goddamn ankle and cracked her hip.

Even though he hated talking on the phone more than he hated talking in general, he didn’t have the time or hands to be texting back and forth with his brother, so he dialed Nate and put the phone on speaker, tucking it into the breast pocket of his flannel shirt as he went about feeding the horses.

“Good morning, Lothario,” Nate teased as he answered the phone. “Those were some skills, bro. Kudos.”

Asher rolled his eyes. “You said you didn’t watch.”

“I said I didn’t watch for long.”

“Carolina foaled yesterday. Filly named Tilly.” He didn’t want to stick around on the topic of him and Triss in the barn if he could help it. It didn’t bother him that much that his brother saw him having sex, but it bothered him that his brother had seen Triss having sex. That was an invasion of her privacy, so he’d have to tell her, he just had to figure out how so she didn’t get too upset, even though she had every right to.

“Everything good?” Nate asked.

Asher stepped up to the stall with Tilly and her mother. The two were laying down all cuddled up. Tilly’s eyes were closed but she was breathing and looked healthy and content. “Carolina did great and Tilly is healthy, just like her mama.”

As if she already knew her name, Tilly’s eyes opened and she awkwardly stood up and walked her wobbly newborn legs over to the front of the stall where he was. He opened the door and crouched down to give her more attention. “How you doing, baby girl?”

He checked her over, knowing his brother was still on the phone, but also knowing that Nate wouldn’t interrupt Asher as he checked out his foal and mare.

He made sure Carolina was doing alright, then mucked their stall first, laid down fresh straw, filled the hay trough and gave them fresh water.

“Doctor wants to keep Hannah in for another couple of days, so I’m going to stick around until she’s discharged then drive her back to the ranch. Her spirits are high, but she’ll have a bit of a rough road to recover. Girl’s bones are made of porcelain.”

Asher grunted and went about feeding the rest of the horses, making sure to give the attention-starved Macklin a bit of extra love. “Mercy give you trouble?”

“The Mustang? No, why? He giving you trouble? I mean I know he’s a bit of a mean bugger and we haven’t been able to collect from him, but no more trouble than the average asshole with a giant dong and balls bigger than his brain.”

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