Money Shot by Selena Kitt, Lily Marie, Alyse Zaftig, Jamie Klaire, Kinsey Grey, Ambrielle Kirk, Marie Carnay, Holly Stone, Cynthia Dane, Alexis Adaire, Anita Snowflake, Eve Kaye, Janessa Davenport, Linnea May, Ruby Harper, Sasha Storm, Tamsin Flowers, Tori White Page A

such a high from helping the horse, well, I hugged you. At least I thought it was you. That was all I’d wanted to do, give you a hug and thank you, for being there and letting me be a part of something so beautiful. Messy, for damn sure, but beautiful, and powerful.
     
    I’ve always wanted to be a vet, just like dad. But wanting to ideally, and actually having my arm inside a horse, getting it crushed painfully with every contraction, it showed me what it’s really like. You helped me move from general knowledge to actual experience, and it was fucking amazing! Sorry. I shouldn’t say fucking. Look, there I go fucking up again. Shit, sorry.”
     
    She stopped talking for a second, obviously as embarrassed, awkward and uncomfortable as I was, and I couldn’t help but to grin at her.
     
    “And now you’re laughing at me. Perfect.”
     
    This time I didn’t still the words that tried to roll off my tongue. Nope, this time I said exactly what I was thinking after her little speech.
     
    “You thought Adam was me? In the hallway?”
     
    “Well, yeah. Of course. I had no idea there were two ranch hands here like you. I was amazed at just the one of you, honestly.”
     
    I grinned wider as she realized what she said and spots of color deepened the pink in her cheeks. I knew I should probably correct her first off, and tell her that neither Adam nor myself were ranch hands, since together we owned the place, but my attention was pulled more to her other comment. She said she was amazed that there was just one of us, and never expected Adam.
     
    So, that meant that she thought she was kissing me. I got some of my teasing nature back, and added, “So, you thought you were kissing me?”
     
    I saw her eyes widen and her chest catch as she realized what she just gave away. She licked her lips, then she bit the bottom one as she held my gaze. I could almost hear her ‘I don’t dive in’ nature drumming through her head, but with a small, shy, sly grin, she did finally admit it.
     
    “Yes. I thought I was kissing you.”
     
    Her admission hardened my cock and made my jaws clench with need. But as forward as my brother was, I wanted to tease her, to play with her.
     
    “When you thought you were kissing me, did you like it?”
     
    She swallowed, hard. Her eyes closed for a second, but she opened them again and admitted it.
     
    “Yes.”
     
    “Say it all, let me hear it all.”
     
    “Yes, I liked kissing you. Actually, I... ”
     
    Her bravery faltered and her face glowed again with the pink shine of embarrassment.
     
    “You what? What were you going to say?”
     
    “I imagined kissing you, in the shower. Before I ran into you, or who I thought was you, in the hallway.”
     
    “Is kissing me all you imagined in the shower?”
     
    I was obviously pushing my luck, because she refused to answer this time.
     
    “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
     
    “A little. This isn’t... We shouldn’t be... ”
     
    “We shouldn’t be flirting in the horse’s stall?”
     
    “Any of it. It’s highly unprofessional. I should never have kissed you, well your brother. And no, we should definitely not be flirting. It’s not right.”
     
    “Do you always do what’s right, Grace?”
     
    “Yes.”
     
    Her answer was swift. Then I could see her replay the events of yesterday in her mind, and amend her response.
     
    “Usually, yes.”
     
    “What felt better, Grace? Doing what’s right? Or kissing my brother in the hallway wearing nothing but a towel?”
     
    “I thought it was you.”
     
    “I know. Answer the question, please.”
     
    “The kissing.”
     
    I smiled at her and pushed, “What would feel better now? Doing what’s right? Or kissing me here, now?”
     
    I saw a flash of the spunk I’d seen yesterday as her first reaction was to blurt out, “I guess it depends. Do you kiss as well as your brother does?”
     
    My cock hardened to rock-like thickness, and my heart pounded as I