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than Adam.
The toilet flushed. Five minutes to liftoff. “I got the tip,” he called out to Adam, hearing a grunt in response. He flipped open his wallet and dropped two twenties on the dresser.
Adam might swear she wasn’t a keeper because of the two strikes against her from his point of view: a city gal from back East. Bryan hoped she’d stay long enough to bring some life and laughter to the Double R. They’d remodeled the ranch house as soon as they could afford it, wiping away all traces of Grant Richardson. It needed a woman’s touch, those bits and pieces that neither of them understood.
the things that said ‘home’ when you walked in the door.
Would she stay that long?
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The lock clicked open and Candy stepped out wearing red socks, worn jeans snuggling her hips and a red tee-shirt peeking from under a blue striped flannel shirt. She held a grey hoodie in one hand, suitcase in the other. She raised an eyebrow like a duchess.
“Where’s my coffee?”
His watch alarm went off. Three minutes to liftoff.
“Come and get it.” Adam stood by the door, the steaming white mug waiting for her.
Bryan checked out her butt when she passed. “Finest kind,” he said.
“You drive back,” said Adam, handing Candy her coffee.
Bryan caught the tossed keys in one hand. He raised an eyebrow in silent question—Adam wasn’t one to sit shotgun.
“I’ll keep Candy from getting bored in the back seat while you keep both hands on the wheel.”
“Damn.”
Adam patted Candy’s bottom possessively, smirking at Bryan. He held her coffee while she bent over to put on her boots. Both men inhaled in appreciation. Seeing them, she ran a hand over a denim-clad cheek and gave it a slap like a stripper would to get attention.
“If you’ve got time to ogle, men, there’s time for breakfast.”
“Breakfast’s waiting downstairs. We’ll eat in the truck,” said Adam.
They hauled everything into the elevator where Bryan pulled Candy close as the doors shut.
“Since I’m driving, I get first dibs.”
He pressed his right hand against her butt, fingers curving under to massage her cleft. He tilted her white hat to the back of her head and she snuggled her soft body close. He slowly lowered his mouth and she opened hers to meet him. She tasted of mint toothpaste and coffee.
He ignored everything but the woman he held. He inhaled the natural scent wafting up her body and ran his hands over the rounded Cowboy Sandwich
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belly his cock valiantly tried to salute while his lips devoured her. She whimpered, rising on her toes to get nearer. He heard a distant bell.
“You coming up for air any time soon? ‘Cause you’re blocking my way.”
The sharp nudge in his ribs broke the spell. He pulled back, panting. Candy still in his arms, they faced the hotel foyer. A scatter of applause and a few impressed ‘yee-haws’ erupted at the morning’s entertainment.
“Oh, my God,” said Candy, and buried her red face against his chest.
The elevator’s insistent buzzing broke them apart. Candy pushed her hat low over her forehead and picked up her picnic basket. Bryan followed with a load of luggage. He recognized a few men and met their eyes with head high, proud as a rooster crowing at sunrise.
“And she’s a damn good cook,” boasted Adam, behind him.
“How much you charge?” A short man in a thousand-dollar suit looked at Candy with open lust. Not the appreciative kind.
“Not everyone has to pay for it, buddy,” growled Adam. “And if I wasn’t holding these bags, I’d be making a fist about now.”
“I want her answer. Or does she only talk with her legs spread?”
Bryan dropped his bags and held Adam back from attacking.
“Let’s see how Candy handles him first.”
Candy, walking in front, stopped and raised her head. She set her load down, exaggerating the thrust of her bottom, and turned to face the man. She tilted her head to one side, openly checking him out.
Bryan
The toilet flushed. Five minutes to liftoff. “I got the tip,” he called out to Adam, hearing a grunt in response. He flipped open his wallet and dropped two twenties on the dresser.
Adam might swear she wasn’t a keeper because of the two strikes against her from his point of view: a city gal from back East. Bryan hoped she’d stay long enough to bring some life and laughter to the Double R. They’d remodeled the ranch house as soon as they could afford it, wiping away all traces of Grant Richardson. It needed a woman’s touch, those bits and pieces that neither of them understood.
the things that said ‘home’ when you walked in the door.
Would she stay that long?
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Reece Butler
The lock clicked open and Candy stepped out wearing red socks, worn jeans snuggling her hips and a red tee-shirt peeking from under a blue striped flannel shirt. She held a grey hoodie in one hand, suitcase in the other. She raised an eyebrow like a duchess.
“Where’s my coffee?”
His watch alarm went off. Three minutes to liftoff.
“Come and get it.” Adam stood by the door, the steaming white mug waiting for her.
Bryan checked out her butt when she passed. “Finest kind,” he said.
“You drive back,” said Adam, handing Candy her coffee.
Bryan caught the tossed keys in one hand. He raised an eyebrow in silent question—Adam wasn’t one to sit shotgun.
“I’ll keep Candy from getting bored in the back seat while you keep both hands on the wheel.”
“Damn.”
Adam patted Candy’s bottom possessively, smirking at Bryan. He held her coffee while she bent over to put on her boots. Both men inhaled in appreciation. Seeing them, she ran a hand over a denim-clad cheek and gave it a slap like a stripper would to get attention.
“If you’ve got time to ogle, men, there’s time for breakfast.”
“Breakfast’s waiting downstairs. We’ll eat in the truck,” said Adam.
They hauled everything into the elevator where Bryan pulled Candy close as the doors shut.
“Since I’m driving, I get first dibs.”
He pressed his right hand against her butt, fingers curving under to massage her cleft. He tilted her white hat to the back of her head and she snuggled her soft body close. He slowly lowered his mouth and she opened hers to meet him. She tasted of mint toothpaste and coffee.
He ignored everything but the woman he held. He inhaled the natural scent wafting up her body and ran his hands over the rounded Cowboy Sandwich
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belly his cock valiantly tried to salute while his lips devoured her. She whimpered, rising on her toes to get nearer. He heard a distant bell.
“You coming up for air any time soon? ‘Cause you’re blocking my way.”
The sharp nudge in his ribs broke the spell. He pulled back, panting. Candy still in his arms, they faced the hotel foyer. A scatter of applause and a few impressed ‘yee-haws’ erupted at the morning’s entertainment.
“Oh, my God,” said Candy, and buried her red face against his chest.
The elevator’s insistent buzzing broke them apart. Candy pushed her hat low over her forehead and picked up her picnic basket. Bryan followed with a load of luggage. He recognized a few men and met their eyes with head high, proud as a rooster crowing at sunrise.
“And she’s a damn good cook,” boasted Adam, behind him.
“How much you charge?” A short man in a thousand-dollar suit looked at Candy with open lust. Not the appreciative kind.
“Not everyone has to pay for it, buddy,” growled Adam. “And if I wasn’t holding these bags, I’d be making a fist about now.”
“I want her answer. Or does she only talk with her legs spread?”
Bryan dropped his bags and held Adam back from attacking.
“Let’s see how Candy handles him first.”
Candy, walking in front, stopped and raised her head. She set her load down, exaggerating the thrust of her bottom, and turned to face the man. She tilted her head to one side, openly checking him out.
Bryan
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