swaying step that brought her closer. Her ample breasts bounced under a gray t-shirt. She wore hip-hugging jeans and black boots. His heart banged loud in his chest. He itched to strip her right in the middle of Gran’s drive.
Why the hell did wolves have to sense their mate by scent?
Kate’s hands curled into fists. “Damn it. I can’t believe this. When will she be back?”
“Christmas Eve, I think. Since that’s your birthday, I bet she’ll make you a cake.”
“Troy, it’s your birthday, too.”
“Don’t care much for birthdays anymore.”
“Me either. Oh well, so much for surprising Gran for the holidays. Thanks for finding Nightmare.” Kate’s eyes sparkled so blue, but she appeared nervous, looking around at everything but him. That only made her even more desirable to him. “Troy, I-I wanted to go for a ride and before I could get a saddle on Nightmare, he bolted.”
Troy knew he should’ve been running back all the way to his truck…away from her before he lost control, stripped her bare, and tried to climb between her thighs. But he just kept talking. He couldn’t get enough of her, hearing her voice, inhaling her sweet scent so close. “You left the stall open?”
She blushed a beautiful pink, and then her body secreted faint pheromones that his special sense of smell detected. Mating pheromones, whetting his appetite to the edge of his control.
“My ranch skills are rusty. Do you mind helping me make sure he’s locked up?” She grinned. “I don’t think he’ll hurt you with me around.”
“Better if you do it. He doesn’t care for me.” Troy fought the urge to cover Kate in kisses starting with her luscious lips, then working his way down to those full breasts and the tasty pussy he could almost smell. But how could she ever forgive the harshness he and Rance had dished out to her? If he told her the truth she might.
No. Gotta get far away from her before all my willpower is lost.
“From what little I saw, you don’t seem to care for him either.” Her lips curled into the cutest smile.
Her scent grew stronger, and his heart pounded in his chest. “I don’t.”
“You never did like horses…even as a kid. Neither did your brother.” Kate frowned.
Her delicious smell amplified, pulled at his cock. Was she actually getting wet being near him? “Horse bigotry kind of runs in the family.”
“Strange for cowboys, don’t you think?”
Troy forced himself to smile and not think about covering her, mating with her, getting so deep inside her that she couldn’t remember being without him. “We don’t call ourselves that.”
She tilted her head. “Yeah? So, what do you call yourselves in your native language?”
“Ranchers.”
Kate laughed, sounding light and full of life.
He took in another whiff of the now-stronger scent of her pussy. His balls ached, his cock going stone hard. Hunger whirled inside him to teeth her clit until she creamed. Damn, he wanted her. Even without a full moon, but lust wasn’t something he needed to deal with right now. Lust for Kate wasn’t something he was sure he could ever deal with successfully.
“Rancher or cowboy, I really could use your help.” Not waiting for him to answer, she headed down the dirt road to the barn. He took advantage of the opportunity to ogle her perfect ass. Damn, he was in deep trouble.
Keep it light, conversational. Don’t let her know how badly I’d like to throw her to the ground on all fours and plunge deep into her pussy.
“It’s been a long time, Kate.” He pulled at the lead. Thankfully, Nightmare followed.
Kate slowed, allowing him to get beside her. “It has been awhile.”
“How’s college?” He hated the small talk, but without it he would lose himself to the compulsion to fuck her breathless…and claim her as his own.
“Finished a few weeks ago.”
He looked over at her, trying to get a read on what she was running through her head. It wouldn’t be a surprise if she asked
Why the hell did wolves have to sense their mate by scent?
Kate’s hands curled into fists. “Damn it. I can’t believe this. When will she be back?”
“Christmas Eve, I think. Since that’s your birthday, I bet she’ll make you a cake.”
“Troy, it’s your birthday, too.”
“Don’t care much for birthdays anymore.”
“Me either. Oh well, so much for surprising Gran for the holidays. Thanks for finding Nightmare.” Kate’s eyes sparkled so blue, but she appeared nervous, looking around at everything but him. That only made her even more desirable to him. “Troy, I-I wanted to go for a ride and before I could get a saddle on Nightmare, he bolted.”
Troy knew he should’ve been running back all the way to his truck…away from her before he lost control, stripped her bare, and tried to climb between her thighs. But he just kept talking. He couldn’t get enough of her, hearing her voice, inhaling her sweet scent so close. “You left the stall open?”
She blushed a beautiful pink, and then her body secreted faint pheromones that his special sense of smell detected. Mating pheromones, whetting his appetite to the edge of his control.
“My ranch skills are rusty. Do you mind helping me make sure he’s locked up?” She grinned. “I don’t think he’ll hurt you with me around.”
“Better if you do it. He doesn’t care for me.” Troy fought the urge to cover Kate in kisses starting with her luscious lips, then working his way down to those full breasts and the tasty pussy he could almost smell. But how could she ever forgive the harshness he and Rance had dished out to her? If he told her the truth she might.
No. Gotta get far away from her before all my willpower is lost.
“From what little I saw, you don’t seem to care for him either.” Her lips curled into the cutest smile.
Her scent grew stronger, and his heart pounded in his chest. “I don’t.”
“You never did like horses…even as a kid. Neither did your brother.” Kate frowned.
Her delicious smell amplified, pulled at his cock. Was she actually getting wet being near him? “Horse bigotry kind of runs in the family.”
“Strange for cowboys, don’t you think?”
Troy forced himself to smile and not think about covering her, mating with her, getting so deep inside her that she couldn’t remember being without him. “We don’t call ourselves that.”
She tilted her head. “Yeah? So, what do you call yourselves in your native language?”
“Ranchers.”
Kate laughed, sounding light and full of life.
He took in another whiff of the now-stronger scent of her pussy. His balls ached, his cock going stone hard. Hunger whirled inside him to teeth her clit until she creamed. Damn, he wanted her. Even without a full moon, but lust wasn’t something he needed to deal with right now. Lust for Kate wasn’t something he was sure he could ever deal with successfully.
“Rancher or cowboy, I really could use your help.” Not waiting for him to answer, she headed down the dirt road to the barn. He took advantage of the opportunity to ogle her perfect ass. Damn, he was in deep trouble.
Keep it light, conversational. Don’t let her know how badly I’d like to throw her to the ground on all fours and plunge deep into her pussy.
“It’s been a long time, Kate.” He pulled at the lead. Thankfully, Nightmare followed.
Kate slowed, allowing him to get beside her. “It has been awhile.”
“How’s college?” He hated the small talk, but without it he would lose himself to the compulsion to fuck her breathless…and claim her as his own.
“Finished a few weeks ago.”
He looked over at her, trying to get a read on what she was running through her head. It wouldn’t be a surprise if she asked
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