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Authors: Em Petrova
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satisfy another’s whims.
She got off the swing and crossed the porch. Wrapping her arms around the post, she stared at the heart-stoppingly gorgeous land as the storm brewed on the horizon. The clouds creating a dark beauty against rolling hills as far as she could see. From here both Hank’s and Cash’s houses were visible.
She turned at Witt’s approach. “You can’t understand. You Daltons live out here like people on another planet. Far from others. You only deal with family and well… Daltons are kind of perfect, aren’t they?”
His throaty laugh washed over her. “Perfect? This morning I got into a huge fight with Beck about shifting my chores onto him. He ripped off my hat, threw it in the mud and stomped on it.”
Her gaze traveled over the dirty brim. Somehow the marred appearance of the white hat only made him look hotter, more rugged. “Witt, you can’t shirk your duties. You need to be on this ranch, not down in the valley with me.”
“I know,” he said slowly, suddenly close enough to kiss, “but I choose it. I can’t stay away from you, sweetheart.”
He plowed his fingers into her hair and covered her mouth with his. The kiss wasn’t tender in any way. He thrust his tongue deep, taking, owning her. Pulling her onto the tips of her boots and snaking his tongue over hers until she stopped caring she hadn’t been honest with herself—she was right now, and that’s all that mattered.
She dug her fingers into his back. When he skimmed his hands down over her shoulders and spine to cup her ass, she moaned. He tugged her into his hardness, introducing her to his every steely inch.
She rocked, needing more, soaking wet with want. Passion flowed between their mouths. She yanked his shirt from the waist of his Wranglers and probed the warm skin she’d found.
He lifted her and set her on the railing, hips angled up. His cock pressed against the seam of her jeans, driving her crazy with need. Every cell inside her screamed for release with this man. This gorgeous, amazing cowboy who’d somehow sneaked into her life and made himself a huge part of it in just a few weeks.
Nipping his lower lip, she pulled him closer. He ground his erection into her pussy until small moans escaped her.
“Mooooooommm!”
She jerked. Reality crashed through her lust-fogged brain.
Alex.
Witt withdrew enough to stare into her eyes. “God, I want you.” The gritty drawl of his voice made perspiration break out all over her body.
Before she could respond to his scorching look or words, he gripped her hips and pulled her off the railing. Her boots landed on solid floorboards, along with her brain.
She couldn’t let Witt get close like that again. Next time she wouldn’t be talked into coming home with him. It would be far too easy to fall in love with the romantic landscape and his close-knit family.
Alex craved the family dynamics, and it was easy for her to want that too. But she couldn’t trust herself not to make another bad choice in men.
The wind kicked up and Alex and the others crowded on the porch, sheltering from the storm. As she felt Witt’s fingers close around hers, she tried to harden herself against his charms. But she was already too close to falling for Witt Dalton.
Chapter Six
Witt dug his shovel into the manure pile with a fervor born of a deep-seated need to be with Shelby. The faster he got through this shit, the quicker he’d be in town with her.
As he shoveled, his muscles burned and his mind wandered. For several minutes he drowned in memories of having her on that porch railing, grinding against her while he kissed the hell out of her.
His fly bulged with his erection, which was damn uncomfortable for working. This wasn’t normally his job, but he’d agreed to do the worst chore on the ranch to make it up to his brothers. Beck was absolutely right—he’d been too focused on Vixen and dumped his work on them.
When he feared he might pop his zipper, he jerked his
She got off the swing and crossed the porch. Wrapping her arms around the post, she stared at the heart-stoppingly gorgeous land as the storm brewed on the horizon. The clouds creating a dark beauty against rolling hills as far as she could see. From here both Hank’s and Cash’s houses were visible.
She turned at Witt’s approach. “You can’t understand. You Daltons live out here like people on another planet. Far from others. You only deal with family and well… Daltons are kind of perfect, aren’t they?”
His throaty laugh washed over her. “Perfect? This morning I got into a huge fight with Beck about shifting my chores onto him. He ripped off my hat, threw it in the mud and stomped on it.”
Her gaze traveled over the dirty brim. Somehow the marred appearance of the white hat only made him look hotter, more rugged. “Witt, you can’t shirk your duties. You need to be on this ranch, not down in the valley with me.”
“I know,” he said slowly, suddenly close enough to kiss, “but I choose it. I can’t stay away from you, sweetheart.”
He plowed his fingers into her hair and covered her mouth with his. The kiss wasn’t tender in any way. He thrust his tongue deep, taking, owning her. Pulling her onto the tips of her boots and snaking his tongue over hers until she stopped caring she hadn’t been honest with herself—she was right now, and that’s all that mattered.
She dug her fingers into his back. When he skimmed his hands down over her shoulders and spine to cup her ass, she moaned. He tugged her into his hardness, introducing her to his every steely inch.
She rocked, needing more, soaking wet with want. Passion flowed between their mouths. She yanked his shirt from the waist of his Wranglers and probed the warm skin she’d found.
He lifted her and set her on the railing, hips angled up. His cock pressed against the seam of her jeans, driving her crazy with need. Every cell inside her screamed for release with this man. This gorgeous, amazing cowboy who’d somehow sneaked into her life and made himself a huge part of it in just a few weeks.
Nipping his lower lip, she pulled him closer. He ground his erection into her pussy until small moans escaped her.
“Mooooooommm!”
She jerked. Reality crashed through her lust-fogged brain.
Alex.
Witt withdrew enough to stare into her eyes. “God, I want you.” The gritty drawl of his voice made perspiration break out all over her body.
Before she could respond to his scorching look or words, he gripped her hips and pulled her off the railing. Her boots landed on solid floorboards, along with her brain.
She couldn’t let Witt get close like that again. Next time she wouldn’t be talked into coming home with him. It would be far too easy to fall in love with the romantic landscape and his close-knit family.
Alex craved the family dynamics, and it was easy for her to want that too. But she couldn’t trust herself not to make another bad choice in men.
The wind kicked up and Alex and the others crowded on the porch, sheltering from the storm. As she felt Witt’s fingers close around hers, she tried to harden herself against his charms. But she was already too close to falling for Witt Dalton.
Chapter Six
Witt dug his shovel into the manure pile with a fervor born of a deep-seated need to be with Shelby. The faster he got through this shit, the quicker he’d be in town with her.
As he shoveled, his muscles burned and his mind wandered. For several minutes he drowned in memories of having her on that porch railing, grinding against her while he kissed the hell out of her.
His fly bulged with his erection, which was damn uncomfortable for working. This wasn’t normally his job, but he’d agreed to do the worst chore on the ranch to make it up to his brothers. Beck was absolutely right—he’d been too focused on Vixen and dumped his work on them.
When he feared he might pop his zipper, he jerked his
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