a ranch this size. The ranch wasn’t making enough money to hire more help, thus the reason he’d moved home when his father had died. Isaac needed his free labor to help out, especially when he had to be away for his regular job as a geologist for oil speculators. Trent figured that even having the competent help of another experienced rancher wouldn’t be enough. Especially one with a long, leggy body that wrapped around a man’s like it was his second skin.
His cock twitched, rising at the thought of plunging deep into Lucky’s body. What would she feel like sheathing him? Warm, wet and wonderful, no doubt.
After the abrupt end to their lovemaking, Trent wondered if he’d have a chance to find out. The water wasn’t cold enough to chill his desire. He had to have her, the blowjob not nearly satisfying enough to shake her from his thoughts. Once with her ought to be enough to get her out of his system. Once usually did it for him with most women he had sex with.
When he stepped out of the shower, he dried off and dressed in clean jeans and a soft chambray shirt. He padded barefoot into his father’s office, sat at the desk and powered up the computer.
He spent the rest of the afternoon working on the Limitless 11 , the latest in his patented designs. With his computer screens set on the intricate details of the structure, he worked without stopping, his mind going back and forth from girders to girl thighs until the smell of smoke drifted in through an open window.
“What the hell?” He leaped from his desk and ran out the French doors onto the deck. Smoke was coming from the other side of the house, the breeze wrapping it around the porch. He raced to see where it was coming from.
As soon as he rounded the corner, a wall of smoke billowing from the kitchen window hit him. Shouts and curses accompanied the clatter of pans from within.
Trent burst through the door. Smoke engulfed him, blinding him, making his eyes sting and clogging his lungs. He ducked low and spied jean-clad legs too slender to be his brother’s. “Lucky?”
“I tried to tell you I was…” cough, “…hopeless…” more coughing, “…in the kitchen. I can’t…see to turn off the…damned burner.”
Crouching below the heaviest smoke, Trent raced across the floor and groped for the knobs on the stove, shutting off the burner.
Red-hot flames rose from a skillet, the smoke puffing out from there.
Trent grabbed a pan lid from the drawer in the bottom of the stove and threw it over the flames. Within seconds, the fire was out and the smoke began to recede.
“What the hell happened?”
Lucky staggered out the door onto the deck, doubled over and coughed like she was expelling a lung.
Trent pulled a glass from the smoked cabinet, rinsed it, filled it with water and joined Lucky on the deck, handing her the glass. “Drink.”
Isaac came running from the barn. “What happened?”
“Good question.” Trent’s gaze turned to Lucky whose coughing had slowed, though her face was smudged with soot. “Mind cluing us in?”
Her brows pulled together and she brushed a lank strand of hair behind her ear. “I told you I was hopeless in the kitchen.”
Before Trent or Isaac could say anything, she turned and ran for the barn.
Isaac glared at Trent. “What did you do to her?”
Trent raised his hands. “I was working in my office. Hell, I didn’t know she was in the house until I smelled smoke. I thought she was in the barn with you.”
“She was, at least until I rode out to bring that sick heifer in.”
“Did you get her in?”
“Lucky?”
Trent’s jaw tightened. “No, the heifer.”
“Got her in the last stall in the barn. Got a call out to the vet. He said he might not make it until morning.”
“How’s she look?”
“Lucky? Hotter than hell.” Isaac grinned at his brother, then his grin faded. “The heifer, not so good. Not sure she’ll make it until the vet gets here.”
“Damn.” Trent hated losing
His cock twitched, rising at the thought of plunging deep into Lucky’s body. What would she feel like sheathing him? Warm, wet and wonderful, no doubt.
After the abrupt end to their lovemaking, Trent wondered if he’d have a chance to find out. The water wasn’t cold enough to chill his desire. He had to have her, the blowjob not nearly satisfying enough to shake her from his thoughts. Once with her ought to be enough to get her out of his system. Once usually did it for him with most women he had sex with.
When he stepped out of the shower, he dried off and dressed in clean jeans and a soft chambray shirt. He padded barefoot into his father’s office, sat at the desk and powered up the computer.
He spent the rest of the afternoon working on the Limitless 11 , the latest in his patented designs. With his computer screens set on the intricate details of the structure, he worked without stopping, his mind going back and forth from girders to girl thighs until the smell of smoke drifted in through an open window.
“What the hell?” He leaped from his desk and ran out the French doors onto the deck. Smoke was coming from the other side of the house, the breeze wrapping it around the porch. He raced to see where it was coming from.
As soon as he rounded the corner, a wall of smoke billowing from the kitchen window hit him. Shouts and curses accompanied the clatter of pans from within.
Trent burst through the door. Smoke engulfed him, blinding him, making his eyes sting and clogging his lungs. He ducked low and spied jean-clad legs too slender to be his brother’s. “Lucky?”
“I tried to tell you I was…” cough, “…hopeless…” more coughing, “…in the kitchen. I can’t…see to turn off the…damned burner.”
Crouching below the heaviest smoke, Trent raced across the floor and groped for the knobs on the stove, shutting off the burner.
Red-hot flames rose from a skillet, the smoke puffing out from there.
Trent grabbed a pan lid from the drawer in the bottom of the stove and threw it over the flames. Within seconds, the fire was out and the smoke began to recede.
“What the hell happened?”
Lucky staggered out the door onto the deck, doubled over and coughed like she was expelling a lung.
Trent pulled a glass from the smoked cabinet, rinsed it, filled it with water and joined Lucky on the deck, handing her the glass. “Drink.”
Isaac came running from the barn. “What happened?”
“Good question.” Trent’s gaze turned to Lucky whose coughing had slowed, though her face was smudged with soot. “Mind cluing us in?”
Her brows pulled together and she brushed a lank strand of hair behind her ear. “I told you I was hopeless in the kitchen.”
Before Trent or Isaac could say anything, she turned and ran for the barn.
Isaac glared at Trent. “What did you do to her?”
Trent raised his hands. “I was working in my office. Hell, I didn’t know she was in the house until I smelled smoke. I thought she was in the barn with you.”
“She was, at least until I rode out to bring that sick heifer in.”
“Did you get her in?”
“Lucky?”
Trent’s jaw tightened. “No, the heifer.”
“Got her in the last stall in the barn. Got a call out to the vet. He said he might not make it until morning.”
“How’s she look?”
“Lucky? Hotter than hell.” Isaac grinned at his brother, then his grin faded. “The heifer, not so good. Not sure she’ll make it until the vet gets here.”
“Damn.” Trent hated losing
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