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Thoughts of taking her to the meadow, of easing her down off her mount and laying on top of her, consume me. My hard body blanketing her under the warm sunlight, kissing her until she arches into me and asks for more.

So much more.

I shake the memories of last night away, my cock already painfully full. I focus, fixed now in the present moment, watching her as her eyes flit towards me. She sits mounted on the horse, waiting.

She knows it will be just us today. I wonder: does she ache inside, the way that I ache for her?

It’s not just her beauty that’s drawn me. It’s something deeper. She’s smart. I see it in her, but I’ve also listened as Harriet and Buck have talked about the current group occupying our cabins as a respite from their hectic lives.

There’s strength in her, and softness too. I see it, they see it. Hell, I’ve watched her on Rooster as well, and I’m damned sure he sees it.

He’s as much a mind reader as he is a horse. He can sense an unkind spirit. But he’s taken to Mary Beth like I’ve never seen. In fact, I think I may have to fight him for her if push comes to shove.

Harriet and Buck gossip about the new arrivals every week. They see their files, sure, but they look them up too. Investment bankers, junior partners in law firms, real estate developers, we get them all. I never used to care, either. Used to ignore all that. But now I listen to everything, in case there is some crumb of information about her.

So far, I know she’s already graduated from Columbia University in New York City. A journalism major who dreams of living abroad and exploring the world, then sharing it through her writing.

I’ve never left Montana, and until she came around, I never considered that to be odd. Or a problem. Now, thinking she could leave, itisa problem. A big fucking problem. Because there’s no way I’ll let her go.

I shift in my saddle, trying to find comfort for my ever-present erection, but relief evades me. I can barely concentrate on the ranch and the work I used to love. My mind is consumed with thoughts of her naked, mouth open, legs spread.

So vulgar.

So obscene.

So beautiful and perfect, and only for me.

She looks over at me now, green eyes piercing my heart and driving blood into my girth. My balls are heavy, weighed down with what I want to give her.

Today will be the closest I’ve ever come to her. When I prayed over my breakfast this morning, I asked God to please give me this one thing. Fulfill the dreams I didn’t know I had until I saw her.

In the six months we’ve had the dude ranch up and running, I’ve seen my share of city beauties pass through here, looking for fresh air and freedom under the big sky.

None of them ever did to me what Mary Beth has done. She’s ruined me, and I’ve never even touched her. Barely spoken to her besides a ‘Hello’ and a tip of my hat. I don’t usually work with the guests directly. I run the cattle and let Buck and Harriet take care of the tourist ranch duties. Up until two days ago, that sat just fine with me.

I don’t find I have much to talk about with anyone, unless they know cattle and ranching. The tourist deal was my sister Harriet’s idea. She decided she wanted to introduce people to our way of life at five thousand dollars a week, so we built a few cabins, and I have to hand it to her, it’s taken off.

I didn’t care much either way. We have the space, and Harriet said she’d take care of everything. I just needed to pay the bills and be polite. Paying the bills isn’t much of a problem. I don’t spend much, Harriet gets a nice salary out of it, and so does Buck, my partner.

Although we keep cattle around, I don’t sell them off like I used to. For the most part, they’re pets. More like props for the ranch.

I have three oil wells on the back end of the property that have been producing enough oil to keep us sitting pretty for a couple of generations.

So that’s been my lot in life. Until fate took a hand.

You see, Mary Beth has something called a travel blog, and she also writes features for websites and travel magazines. Harriet insisted I take her out on the ride today myself, to give her an ‘authentic cowboy experience’ for her article.

Shit, I’ve got so many authentic cowboy experiences I want to give her she won’t walk right for a month.

ChapterTwo

Mary Beth

The last place I thought I would start feeling like a boy crazy teenager is out here.

Except, what is making me crazy is not a boy. Nope. One hundred percent man.

When I got the invitation to review the Big Sky Dude Ranch for my blog—and write a companion article in Travel USA magazine—I figured five days in the fresh air and mountains would be fun. Besides, I’m hoping my articles and my blog will continue to catch the attention of Conde Nast or International Life, and they’ll bring me on as a regular consultant.

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