Page 144 of Wild As Her

Laying her down, I lower to my knees and pull her boots off her feet and toss them over my shoulder.

“Watch it, cowboy. Those Tecovas didn’t come cheap.”

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” I grunt.

“Such a caveman,” Cami says with a hearty laugh.

I unbutton her jeans and slide them over her hips and down her legs, adding them to the pile with her boots. Prowling up her body, I don’t stop until I hover over her, pressing my lips to hers.

Her fingers sink into my hair, and she squeals when I wrap my fist around the lace separating me from her pussy and tear it from her body.

“Jack!”

“I’ll buy you ten more pairs,” I say, winking down at her.

“What is it everyone says about marriage? What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is mine?” She titters out a laugh as I growl at her trash talk.

“Baby, what you don’t understand is everything I have has always been yours.”

“Damn it, Jessop. I’m trying to intimidate you and you’re being all sweet.”

The Next Morning

The sun isn’t even fully up when I hear the familiar crunch of truck tires in the drive. I’m in the kitchen, frying bacon and trying not to grin like an idiot. Cami’s still upstairs, wrapped in my flannel shirt and probably stealing all the covers.

Weston and Tucker knock softly and then walk in like they own the place.

"Hope you’re cooking for three," Tucker says, already reaching for a mug.

"Four," I correct. "Cami’s up there somewhere."

Weston tosses a manila folder on the table. "We’ve got news."

I flip off the burner. "What kind of news?"

"Granger news," Weston says, sliding into a chair.

I grunt. "Not interested."

"You will be." He opens the folder. Inside are documents, printed emails, and a property map. Tucker grins like it’s Christmas.

"We got him," Weston says.

I raise an eyebrow.

"Turns out, destroying fences, raiding people’s properties while threatening them, and dumping trash on someone else’s land comes with fines. Big ones. We documented everything. Weston filed complaints. He got everyone involved. He’s on the hook. And with the way his finances are…"

"He's cooked," Tucker adds. "The ranch is going under."

"So we’re letting him rot?" I ask.

Weston shakes his head. "No. We’re buying it."

I blink. "Excuse me?"

He slides over the breakdown. "We double our grazing range. We add land access for the town, trails, events, maybe even a little campground if someone gets the itch to run it. We clean up that dump of a property and make it part of Wilder Ranch."

"You serious?"

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