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She groaned, the wicked words making her hotter than she’d ever expected. She pressed her vibrator against her clit. “Where are we?” Her voice sounded hollow, her ears full of the rush of blood pumping through her veins.

“I’ve got you bent over the seat of my truck, your ass bare, your pussy all wet and ready for me.” The soft echo of a slapping sound carried over the line. Oh my God, that was him, stroking himself in the background. The knowledge was so carnal and raw, she could barely stand it. “I get to watch every second of fucking you this way, your pussy lips hot and swollen around my cock.”

From behind. Beth flipped her mental imagine and rubbed her clit harder, plunging the warm plastic into her needy core.

“Your ass looks so good, I’m tempted to take my cock and squeeze my way in there, let you—”

“My ass?” she gasped. The tingling grew harder and hotter than before. Anal sex had never been on the agenda. Until now.

“You like that idea, do you?”

She couldn’t even breathe.

“Not this time, darling, I’m getting too close. I want to feel you come around me. Squeeze my dick when it’s buried deep in your body. I’m gonna fuck you hard until you can’t stand it anymore, my fingers on your clit, my cock—”

“Daniel, ohhh…” She came, the waves fast and hard, shaking her body and making her gasp in pleasure.

“Yeah, do it. Fuck, I can’t…” He groaned in her ear and another delicious pulse struck. She let it take her, the vibrator slipping from her body, her touch on her clit slowing as her sensitivity rose. The blood pounding in her ears deafened her for a second, her climax rolling slowly down as she pictured him bent over her, still buried inside. As trite as it was, she figured that was as close to the earth moving as she’d ever gotten. They both lay speechless for a moment, the echo of their harsh breathing the only sound carrying over the receiver.

“Holy hell, woman, I can’t wait until I’m really with you.”

She laughed, revelling in the sense of freedom washing over her. “I feel about sixteen years old. Except I’d never dreamed of phone sex at that age.”

“I’m damn glad you’re not sixteen. Shit, I’m getting hard again, just thinking about what you must look like right now. I bet your skin is flushed and warm, and you’re all soft and cuddly.”

Boneless was a better word for it. It took actual effort to answer him. “You like cuddling, Daniel?”

He hummed, soft and low, and a trace of a shiver flitted over her skin. Damn, he turned her on.

“I like sex, and cuddling is a part of it. I love how cuddling slips into sex.”

“Really?” She rolled over, slipping the vibrator into the drawer with her last burst of energy. She’d wash it when she woke. Right now, sleep beckoned.

“Hmm, really. I’m going to take you in the morning sometime, when you’re all soft and drowsy. I’ll slip into you and bring you to an orgasm as you wake.”

“Stop it. You’ll be getting me all worked up again.”

He laughed. “You relaxed now? Feel better?”

“Hmm, yeah.” Thinking about anything right now was virtually impossible. “See you tomorrow?”

“Can’t wait. Sleep well.”

Beth clicked off the phone and dropped it on the side table. After turning off her light, she buried herself in the toasty quilt. The sexual euphoria in her body lulled her to sleep. Tomorrow would be soon enough to think things through.

Chapter Seven

Rafe stared open mouthed. “For serious?”

Gabe sighed. “I’ve been doing the math, and if we don’t change something, we’re not going to have enough land or animals to support even one of us, let alone you, me and the folks.”

His kid brother paced to the nearest bale and sat with a plop. “Shit. I thought it might get tight, but nothing like that. What did Dad say—?”

“Ain’t told him yet. I wanted to run something past you first.”

Rafe’s eyes widened, the vivid blue in them hitting hard, a warning beacon gone wrong. “You did up the books without letting Dad know what you found?”

“He doesn’t know I was in them in the first place.”

“Holy fuck. You’re really looking for some trouble.”

The phantom pain of getting back-handed halfway into tomorrow shook Gabe, but not hard enough to make him change his path. It wasn’t only that Daniel had egged him on. Time to find one thing to change that would make a difference. This was the one thing, the right thing to do. Years too late, if he was honest. “If we want to have a place to live and call home down the road, and if Mom and Dad aren’t going to end up begging for favours from the rest of the family, we need to start planning for changes now.”

His brother nodded slowly, but his doubt remained clear. “You talk about having a place to call home. Seems to me not that long ago Rocky was the last place you wanted to be.”

Gabe couldn’t deny it. Couldn’t deny the guilt he now felt at having left Rafe in a tough situation when not even in his teens. “I left. It’s true, and you know why. But you have to admit I came back and I’ve worked damn hard since then. If there was a way to make those years I was gone easier on you, I should have done it. I was just so bent on getting away from the old man and his know-it-all ways, I didn’t even think of you.”

“Didn’t expect you to.” Rafe looked even younger than usual as he picked up a length of rope and started coiling it. “But that doesn’t change the fact that Dad and you don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things. You saying we need to make some big changes to the ranch is going to go over like a pile of manure. I don’t want to get caught in the crossfire again.”

They stared at each other for a minute before Gabe broke eye contact and paced away. “Understood. Which is why I wanted to talk to you before I said anything to Dad. So the first question is—do you want to keep going once you’re done with school?”

“Ranching? If we can afford it, hell yeah.”

Which was pretty much what Gabe had expected. “So the next question is, what part? You willing to give up…what, in order to keep doing the rest?”

Rafe shrugged. “I want to work outdoors. I want to work with the animals. If we could find some way to get rid of extra fields, I’d be good with that. But the animals are probably my top choice.”

“That’s what I thought. So I’m going to do some research into how we can make this ranch viable again. Enough to support three families, if possible. Once I’ve got the information in place, then we can talk to the folks. Because facts are facts, and it’s tough to argue with solid figures and cold hard cash.”

The rope, twisted off and neatly coiled was hung on the wall. Rafe moved on to the next piece of equipment, polishing and cleaning as they talked. “It sounds good, but you know facts mean shit to him at times.”

Gabe eyed the faint white line of the scar running down Rafe’s cheek. “We’ll set any meetings up when he’s stone-cold sober, and there’s as much money in the bank as possible. Rafe, this ain’t happening overnight. And the doom and gloom I’m seeing in the books isn’t about to fall on us tomorrow. I’m just…thinking for down the road.”

His brother laughed, his blond head tossed back even as his hands kept moving as he dealt with chores. “Now I wonder if you’re the one who’s been drinking. Talking about the future and planning for families. I thought you didn’t want a family.”

“I don’t. I was talking about you. And Mom and Dad.”