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sass.”
“Did you say ‘sass’ or…?” She glared a warning look through her lashes.
“The right amount of sass and ass,” he assured her, rolling her beneath him.
She ran her fingers into his short hair and arched, caressing him with her nude body, feeling the thickening of his erection between them and smiling. “I’m thinking complimenting me turns you on. Better keep at it.”
He did, saying sweet, outrageous, dirty-ish things while kissing and teasing and caressing. This time, they dawdled about getting to where they were going, prolonging the pleasure, but the end game was the same. Both of them let ragged cries fill the room while they shattered in release.
*
Linc didn’t consider himself a particularly deep man. He saw what needed to be done and did it. Sometimes choices were hard, but there was usually a smart choice and that was the one he always tried to pick. He didn’t agonize or get emotional. He didn’t wonder whether his dad dying when he was a kid had had any lasting effect on him.
But as he drove Meg home in the early morning, blade down on the truck and snow still falling, he wondered if that early experience had caused him to pull back from making serious attachments all his life. Meg had asked him about his plans for the house and he’d explained the updates and re-plumbing he intended and as he’d listened to himself, he’d thought, That’s a lot of house for one man .
When he thought about having a family, though, something in him recoiled. Shied like it was explosive and dangerous and carried a lot of potential for pain.
Maybe he did have unresolved grief issues, he thought broodingly.
“Park on this side. I’m staying in the spa,” Meg said with a tap of her nail against her side window.
He veered to the right across the plowed space between the house and a small outbuilding. The one-level building was quaint with a little porch, obviously too modern to be a renovated homestead.
“Your brother has a spa?”
“Blake’s first wife wanted to open a hair and nail salon out here, but never got it off the ground. Liz actually knows what she’s doing and is investing with her family to run it as a retreat for their big-money clients in California.”
“Your brother okay with strangers coming and going?”
“He doesn’t love it, but his first wife did such a number on his finances, the ranch needs the income. Technically, I’m her first client so Liz can write off the heat and electricity. She’s quite the penny pincher. She’ll be so good for Blake. Hey, wanna hear a secret? I think she’s pregnant,” she said with hushed excitement. “That’ll be so great if she is. He deserves more kids.”
Linc put the truck in park and shifted to face her, bemused by her animation when he was about as done in as it got. They’d carried on like rabbits on ecstasy, dozing a little before waking at the alarm and making love again. He was as horny as the next man, but no woman had ever got him up again and again like she did. He was disappointed as hell that she was leaving.
“Are you and your brother…?” he wasn’t sure how to phrase it.
“Related? No. He’s a local boy. His birth parents died in a car crash. Our parents, these ones-” she pointed at the house, “put their names in with agencies all over the country. I came from Illinois.” She set her gloved hands in her lap. “So I guess that’s where I belong.”
She sounded melancholy again, making him think of all the times he’d stood somewhere he didn’t want to be and wished himself back in Montana. After his mom passed, he had finally realized life was too short to waste it. He’d made the ranch happen, knowing there would be hardship, but he was living his goal, not leaving it on the end of a stick like a carrot to get him through days he was only tolerating.
He opened his mouth to give her a pep talk along those lines, but the lights in the house came on.
“Blue probably barked, the
“Did you say ‘sass’ or…?” She glared a warning look through her lashes.
“The right amount of sass and ass,” he assured her, rolling her beneath him.
She ran her fingers into his short hair and arched, caressing him with her nude body, feeling the thickening of his erection between them and smiling. “I’m thinking complimenting me turns you on. Better keep at it.”
He did, saying sweet, outrageous, dirty-ish things while kissing and teasing and caressing. This time, they dawdled about getting to where they were going, prolonging the pleasure, but the end game was the same. Both of them let ragged cries fill the room while they shattered in release.
*
Linc didn’t consider himself a particularly deep man. He saw what needed to be done and did it. Sometimes choices were hard, but there was usually a smart choice and that was the one he always tried to pick. He didn’t agonize or get emotional. He didn’t wonder whether his dad dying when he was a kid had had any lasting effect on him.
But as he drove Meg home in the early morning, blade down on the truck and snow still falling, he wondered if that early experience had caused him to pull back from making serious attachments all his life. Meg had asked him about his plans for the house and he’d explained the updates and re-plumbing he intended and as he’d listened to himself, he’d thought, That’s a lot of house for one man .
When he thought about having a family, though, something in him recoiled. Shied like it was explosive and dangerous and carried a lot of potential for pain.
Maybe he did have unresolved grief issues, he thought broodingly.
“Park on this side. I’m staying in the spa,” Meg said with a tap of her nail against her side window.
He veered to the right across the plowed space between the house and a small outbuilding. The one-level building was quaint with a little porch, obviously too modern to be a renovated homestead.
“Your brother has a spa?”
“Blake’s first wife wanted to open a hair and nail salon out here, but never got it off the ground. Liz actually knows what she’s doing and is investing with her family to run it as a retreat for their big-money clients in California.”
“Your brother okay with strangers coming and going?”
“He doesn’t love it, but his first wife did such a number on his finances, the ranch needs the income. Technically, I’m her first client so Liz can write off the heat and electricity. She’s quite the penny pincher. She’ll be so good for Blake. Hey, wanna hear a secret? I think she’s pregnant,” she said with hushed excitement. “That’ll be so great if she is. He deserves more kids.”
Linc put the truck in park and shifted to face her, bemused by her animation when he was about as done in as it got. They’d carried on like rabbits on ecstasy, dozing a little before waking at the alarm and making love again. He was as horny as the next man, but no woman had ever got him up again and again like she did. He was disappointed as hell that she was leaving.
“Are you and your brother…?” he wasn’t sure how to phrase it.
“Related? No. He’s a local boy. His birth parents died in a car crash. Our parents, these ones-” she pointed at the house, “put their names in with agencies all over the country. I came from Illinois.” She set her gloved hands in her lap. “So I guess that’s where I belong.”
She sounded melancholy again, making him think of all the times he’d stood somewhere he didn’t want to be and wished himself back in Montana. After his mom passed, he had finally realized life was too short to waste it. He’d made the ranch happen, knowing there would be hardship, but he was living his goal, not leaving it on the end of a stick like a carrot to get him through days he was only tolerating.
He opened his mouth to give her a pep talk along those lines, but the lights in the house came on.
“Blue probably barked, the
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