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there.”
“Another time then. I think you’d fit in real well with my family.” Wynonna’s smile was genuine.
Joy’s heart turned over. She’d believed she’d fit in too.
“Another time,” she said without much commitment. “Are you going to be okay?”
“Yes, thanks to you.” She hugged Joy again and then went to the mirror to fluff her hair. “All right, I look okay, don’t I?”
“You’re beautiful.”
Wynonna made a face that was like a little sister would give, her nose screwed up and her eyes crossed. She swept out the door and Joy took a moment before she followed. When she stepped into the sunlight, she saw Wynonna surrounded by cameras and one of her brothers at her side.
Moral support. That’s what the family was all about. What would they do for Ryder once they learned about his secret baby?
A hard grip on her elbow made her squeak. “Walk with me.” The dark rumble of Ryder’s voice slammed her at the same instant his musky, leathery scent did.
She stumbled, and he kept her upright, his arm around her middle now. “I don’t want to walk with you.”
“Too bad. You’re going to talk with me.” He maneuvered her through the crowd like a vacuum cleaner through a room stuffed with furniture. When they reached a trailer, he opened the door and practically threw her inside.
She caught herself on a short countertop, realizing this was one of the Calhouns’ personal travel trailers. Maybe even Ryder’s. She glared at him just as he launched through the door and firmly closed it behind him.
She was faced with a big, angry, determined cowboy. “I don’t like it when you try to get away from me,” he said.
A sassy retort bubbled up, but he grabbed her, silencing her with his hard lips. He kissed her deeply, drawing her onto tiptoes and against his muscled body. Unable to stop herself, she made a hungry noise. He deepened the kiss, and she wrapped her arms around him just to keep herself upright. No, she was lying to herself. She wanted to hold onto him.
“Fuck, I want you, Joy. I’ll be anything you want. Just let me in before I die from this need.”
She pushed away from him. “I don’t want you to be anything—especially not a father to that woman’s baby.”
He released her and she almost fell over. Bracing her legs, she tried to remain standing in the face of his anger, which didn’t seem to be directed at her. “It’s not my kid. I guarantee it.”
“But you slept with her. You knew her name.”
“Yeah, I did sleep with her,” he said without a moment’s pause. “Months ago. More months than she’s been pregnant. And after I reminded her of that, she backed down and said she’d forgotten the time frame.”
Joy’s stomach bottomed out. She dipped her gaze to his broad chest, avoiding his gaze. He was having none of it.
Lifting her chin with his callused knuckle, he met her stare. “You like kissing me, and I’m a free man.”
His words sank in. Her promise to herself during the drive to Cheyenne burst in her brain like fireworks at the end of a show. Now or never.
They hurled themselves at each other.
* * * * *
The minute his lips met hers, he was fully hard. Aching and panting for her. He grabbed her ass and hitched her against his erection even as she ground against it.
Those small squeaking noises were back, burrowing deep into his psyche. He didn’t think he’d ever get them out—didn’t want to. Angling his head, he delved his tongue into her mouth, gathering all her cute little sounds and feeding his growls back to her.
She clamped her arms around him, holding him right where she wanted to as she rubbed her breasts over his chest.
“Hell,” he ground out, releasing her ass to cup her breasts. They were firm and high, smaller than most women he’d been with but sexier. Running his thumbs over the mounds, he felt for her distended nipples. As soon as he got his reward, they tore away from the kiss and stared at each other.
Her chest
“Another time then. I think you’d fit in real well with my family.” Wynonna’s smile was genuine.
Joy’s heart turned over. She’d believed she’d fit in too.
“Another time,” she said without much commitment. “Are you going to be okay?”
“Yes, thanks to you.” She hugged Joy again and then went to the mirror to fluff her hair. “All right, I look okay, don’t I?”
“You’re beautiful.”
Wynonna made a face that was like a little sister would give, her nose screwed up and her eyes crossed. She swept out the door and Joy took a moment before she followed. When she stepped into the sunlight, she saw Wynonna surrounded by cameras and one of her brothers at her side.
Moral support. That’s what the family was all about. What would they do for Ryder once they learned about his secret baby?
A hard grip on her elbow made her squeak. “Walk with me.” The dark rumble of Ryder’s voice slammed her at the same instant his musky, leathery scent did.
She stumbled, and he kept her upright, his arm around her middle now. “I don’t want to walk with you.”
“Too bad. You’re going to talk with me.” He maneuvered her through the crowd like a vacuum cleaner through a room stuffed with furniture. When they reached a trailer, he opened the door and practically threw her inside.
She caught herself on a short countertop, realizing this was one of the Calhouns’ personal travel trailers. Maybe even Ryder’s. She glared at him just as he launched through the door and firmly closed it behind him.
She was faced with a big, angry, determined cowboy. “I don’t like it when you try to get away from me,” he said.
A sassy retort bubbled up, but he grabbed her, silencing her with his hard lips. He kissed her deeply, drawing her onto tiptoes and against his muscled body. Unable to stop herself, she made a hungry noise. He deepened the kiss, and she wrapped her arms around him just to keep herself upright. No, she was lying to herself. She wanted to hold onto him.
“Fuck, I want you, Joy. I’ll be anything you want. Just let me in before I die from this need.”
She pushed away from him. “I don’t want you to be anything—especially not a father to that woman’s baby.”
He released her and she almost fell over. Bracing her legs, she tried to remain standing in the face of his anger, which didn’t seem to be directed at her. “It’s not my kid. I guarantee it.”
“But you slept with her. You knew her name.”
“Yeah, I did sleep with her,” he said without a moment’s pause. “Months ago. More months than she’s been pregnant. And after I reminded her of that, she backed down and said she’d forgotten the time frame.”
Joy’s stomach bottomed out. She dipped her gaze to his broad chest, avoiding his gaze. He was having none of it.
Lifting her chin with his callused knuckle, he met her stare. “You like kissing me, and I’m a free man.”
His words sank in. Her promise to herself during the drive to Cheyenne burst in her brain like fireworks at the end of a show. Now or never.
They hurled themselves at each other.
* * * * *
The minute his lips met hers, he was fully hard. Aching and panting for her. He grabbed her ass and hitched her against his erection even as she ground against it.
Those small squeaking noises were back, burrowing deep into his psyche. He didn’t think he’d ever get them out—didn’t want to. Angling his head, he delved his tongue into her mouth, gathering all her cute little sounds and feeding his growls back to her.
She clamped her arms around him, holding him right where she wanted to as she rubbed her breasts over his chest.
“Hell,” he ground out, releasing her ass to cup her breasts. They were firm and high, smaller than most women he’d been with but sexier. Running his thumbs over the mounds, he felt for her distended nipples. As soon as he got his reward, they tore away from the kiss and stared at each other.
Her chest
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