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Authors: Patrice Michelle
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exposed waist and legs before meeting hers once more. A slow, sexy smile formed on his lips making her stomach clench in anticipation.
Evan couldn’t stop her own gaze from trailing over Ty’s well-formed body. He had the perfect triangular shape. Broad shoulders and a trim waist. A thin line of dark hair started at his belly button and narrowed past his buckle into his jeans. Beyond his washboard stomach, his body was so fit he even had those mouthwatering defined muscles that dipped past the waistline of his jeans, splitting his lower belly and waist into three perfect sections of cut muscles. Her fingers itched to run along his chiseled physique, to feel the hard flesh flexing against her.
“It’s a good thing my brother has been working his ass off, ‘cause now he isn’t going to get a bit of work done.” Jena chuckled next to her.
Jena’s comment jerked her out of her fantasy. “Don’t worry, Jena, I won’t keep Ty from working.”
Jena grinned. “I was just teasing you, Evan. Ty’s here for my wedding and a bit of vacation time, too. I would love to see him enjoy Texas again. Then maybe he’d visit me more than for my wedding.”
Evan heard the sad tone in Jena’s voice. She hoped Ty enjoyed his stay, too. That meant he might come back for a visit in the future. Don’t even go there, girl , she thought to herself.
Evan watched as Ty turned and began to break apart the bale of hay. Her stomach knotted at the shoulder and back muscles that bunched with each move he took.
“Hmmm, then again, maybe you should come by the ranch more often. I’ve never seen the men so…motivated,” Jena mused, glancing at the three ranch hands who were in the process of cleaning out the trailer’s floor for Evan.
* * * * *
Ty threw himself into his work. Harm must’ve been yanking his chain because the stalls had already been mucked. Fortunately, all he had to do was fill them with fresh hay.
As he moved back to the broken bale, he and Evan met face to face, their pitchforks digging in at the same time.
“Hey,” she said in a low, husky voice.
Ty’s groin instantly hardened at the sight of her cheeks rosy from work. His gaze gravitated to the cleavage the vee in her T-shirt allowed as she bent to retrieve a forkful of hay for her trailer, then returned to her face. She’d pulled her hair back into a ponytail and ringlets had escaped the band to frame her face in light, sweaty curls.
He glanced at the trailer she’d been working to fill with fresh hay. “Need some help?”
She lifted the scoopful of hay and turned away, calling over her shoulder, “No thanks. I’m almost done.”
Ty watched as she walked up the trailer’s incline. When she dropped the hay and bent slightly to spread it with the pitchfork, he almost choked as swift arousal slammed into his gut.
Her cutoff shorts rode her cheeks, giving him a perfect view of her ass while making him want to see the small private area the denim barely covered. He had no idea why the sight of those boots at the bottom of her long legs turned him on, but damn…they did.
He swallowed and swiped his gloved hand across his sweaty brow. That’s when he noticed several ranch hands had stopped working as if mesmerized. Some men were leaning against the fence, while others had paused mid-stride as they walked past.
When Evan leaned the pitchfork against the wall and dropped to her knees, preparing to spread the hay with her hands, biting jealousy gripped him. He knew the view the men were about to see. No fucking way were they getting that kind of show. Ty narrowed his gaze on the men. “Is it lunchtime yet?”
His curt comment snapped the men back to attention. With one last glance Evan’s way, the men turned back to their work.
Ty grabbed his discarded shirt and shrugged into it as his boots ate up the distance between Evan and him. He mounted the metal ramp, ready to lay into her, but the sight of her sweet ass swaying as she moved around on her
Evan couldn’t stop her own gaze from trailing over Ty’s well-formed body. He had the perfect triangular shape. Broad shoulders and a trim waist. A thin line of dark hair started at his belly button and narrowed past his buckle into his jeans. Beyond his washboard stomach, his body was so fit he even had those mouthwatering defined muscles that dipped past the waistline of his jeans, splitting his lower belly and waist into three perfect sections of cut muscles. Her fingers itched to run along his chiseled physique, to feel the hard flesh flexing against her.
“It’s a good thing my brother has been working his ass off, ‘cause now he isn’t going to get a bit of work done.” Jena chuckled next to her.
Jena’s comment jerked her out of her fantasy. “Don’t worry, Jena, I won’t keep Ty from working.”
Jena grinned. “I was just teasing you, Evan. Ty’s here for my wedding and a bit of vacation time, too. I would love to see him enjoy Texas again. Then maybe he’d visit me more than for my wedding.”
Evan heard the sad tone in Jena’s voice. She hoped Ty enjoyed his stay, too. That meant he might come back for a visit in the future. Don’t even go there, girl , she thought to herself.
Evan watched as Ty turned and began to break apart the bale of hay. Her stomach knotted at the shoulder and back muscles that bunched with each move he took.
“Hmmm, then again, maybe you should come by the ranch more often. I’ve never seen the men so…motivated,” Jena mused, glancing at the three ranch hands who were in the process of cleaning out the trailer’s floor for Evan.
* * * * *
Ty threw himself into his work. Harm must’ve been yanking his chain because the stalls had already been mucked. Fortunately, all he had to do was fill them with fresh hay.
As he moved back to the broken bale, he and Evan met face to face, their pitchforks digging in at the same time.
“Hey,” she said in a low, husky voice.
Ty’s groin instantly hardened at the sight of her cheeks rosy from work. His gaze gravitated to the cleavage the vee in her T-shirt allowed as she bent to retrieve a forkful of hay for her trailer, then returned to her face. She’d pulled her hair back into a ponytail and ringlets had escaped the band to frame her face in light, sweaty curls.
He glanced at the trailer she’d been working to fill with fresh hay. “Need some help?”
She lifted the scoopful of hay and turned away, calling over her shoulder, “No thanks. I’m almost done.”
Ty watched as she walked up the trailer’s incline. When she dropped the hay and bent slightly to spread it with the pitchfork, he almost choked as swift arousal slammed into his gut.
Her cutoff shorts rode her cheeks, giving him a perfect view of her ass while making him want to see the small private area the denim barely covered. He had no idea why the sight of those boots at the bottom of her long legs turned him on, but damn…they did.
He swallowed and swiped his gloved hand across his sweaty brow. That’s when he noticed several ranch hands had stopped working as if mesmerized. Some men were leaning against the fence, while others had paused mid-stride as they walked past.
When Evan leaned the pitchfork against the wall and dropped to her knees, preparing to spread the hay with her hands, biting jealousy gripped him. He knew the view the men were about to see. No fucking way were they getting that kind of show. Ty narrowed his gaze on the men. “Is it lunchtime yet?”
His curt comment snapped the men back to attention. With one last glance Evan’s way, the men turned back to their work.
Ty grabbed his discarded shirt and shrugged into it as his boots ate up the distance between Evan and him. He mounted the metal ramp, ready to lay into her, but the sight of her sweet ass swaying as she moved around on her
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