she totally agreed with. She released his hair with great reluctance and tugged her shirt down over highly sensitive breasts.
“You need to get that,” she said, proud she could formulate a sentence without sounding like a fool.
“Samantha.” His hips rocked into her again, and she swallowed her need.
“I should shower.” I just need a moment away from him.
She wriggled out from under his weight and scampered to the bathroom on shaky legs. Fumbling in the dark for the lights, she breathed heavy as the incandescent glow splintered the previous dark. She didn’t even try to eavesdrop on the conversation between Dustin and whoever the male was who had knocked. Instead, she jumped in the shower after taking care of more pressing needs.
Rushing through her shower she realized all she had in the room with her was what she’d entered wearing. Bed clothing. Damn it! Wrapping a towel around her, she stepped from the warm steam and paused. Her bag sat on the floor near the door.
Dustin. Just the thought of his name heated her again. Dressing swiftly, she brushed out her hair and went to the door. Not ready to face him yet, she sat on the lid of the toilet and redid her nail polish, using that to expend a bit more time. With a deep breath, she turned it and stepped out, taking in the view before her. Dustin sat at the table, sofa side, and a man she didn’t know occupied the other chair. Her cowboy—yes, that’s how she viewed him—still hadn’t put a shirt on, and she struggled not to stare at his broad chest.
The other cowboy was a looker. Blond hair and crystal blue eyes. Not as wide in the shoulders as Dustin; however, there was no mistaking the strength he possessed. He stood when she entered, those blue eyes raking her from top to bottom.
“Howdy, darlin’.” He possessed a rich voice that made her need to cool off again. Damn it all, at this rate, she’d melt before the sun even came up. “Introduce us, Dustin.”
Tearing her gaze from the handsome newcomer, she turned her attention to Dustin, waiting.
“Mac. Samantha Finley. Samantha. Trent McCloud goes by Mac.”
“Nice to meet you, Mac. Please call me, Finn.”
“Will do, darlin’. You here with Dustin? Tell me how that happened.”
She smiled and placed her bag down. “I’m sure y’all have things to discuss.”
“Nonsense. I’d much rather talk to you.” There was hint of an accent to his words, but she couldn’t quite place where from. “Especially if my choice is—”
“Back off, Mac,” Dustin growled.
Finn hadn’t moved her gaze from Dustin and the possessiveness on his face shocked her. He wasn’t hiding it, no, it was right there for any and all to see. His royal blue eyes burned with a feral fire she’d never seen before on him. She shivered beneath his gaze and felt claimed. Branded. Possessed.
“Breakfast,” she said. “I’ll fix some while you get ready.” She wasn’t sure she could handle the proprietary stare he leveled at her much longer.
Silent, Dustin rose and grabbed some clothes from his closet before making his way past Mac—who she swore received some kind of private message from Dustin—to brush against her, seconds prior to vanishing in the bathroom. She and Mac stared at one another for a moment.
“Eggs, toast, and sausage okay for you?” she asked, breaking the silence.
“Sounds perfect.”
She made her way to the kitchen and began pulling the necessary items out. “Scrambled work?”
“Sure does.”
“Do you know how Dustin prefers them?”
Mac propped his hip beside her against the Formica countertop. “Haven’t you made breakfast for him before after…one of your nights?”
They would all get scrambled. She began to crack the eggs in a bowl.
“I think you have the wrong idea of myself and Dustin.”
“I don’t think so.”
“I do. You’re presuming I’ve had sex with him. I haven’t.”
“Hmm.” Mac put some bread in the toaster. “How do you know
“You need to get that,” she said, proud she could formulate a sentence without sounding like a fool.
“Samantha.” His hips rocked into her again, and she swallowed her need.
“I should shower.” I just need a moment away from him.
She wriggled out from under his weight and scampered to the bathroom on shaky legs. Fumbling in the dark for the lights, she breathed heavy as the incandescent glow splintered the previous dark. She didn’t even try to eavesdrop on the conversation between Dustin and whoever the male was who had knocked. Instead, she jumped in the shower after taking care of more pressing needs.
Rushing through her shower she realized all she had in the room with her was what she’d entered wearing. Bed clothing. Damn it! Wrapping a towel around her, she stepped from the warm steam and paused. Her bag sat on the floor near the door.
Dustin. Just the thought of his name heated her again. Dressing swiftly, she brushed out her hair and went to the door. Not ready to face him yet, she sat on the lid of the toilet and redid her nail polish, using that to expend a bit more time. With a deep breath, she turned it and stepped out, taking in the view before her. Dustin sat at the table, sofa side, and a man she didn’t know occupied the other chair. Her cowboy—yes, that’s how she viewed him—still hadn’t put a shirt on, and she struggled not to stare at his broad chest.
The other cowboy was a looker. Blond hair and crystal blue eyes. Not as wide in the shoulders as Dustin; however, there was no mistaking the strength he possessed. He stood when she entered, those blue eyes raking her from top to bottom.
“Howdy, darlin’.” He possessed a rich voice that made her need to cool off again. Damn it all, at this rate, she’d melt before the sun even came up. “Introduce us, Dustin.”
Tearing her gaze from the handsome newcomer, she turned her attention to Dustin, waiting.
“Mac. Samantha Finley. Samantha. Trent McCloud goes by Mac.”
“Nice to meet you, Mac. Please call me, Finn.”
“Will do, darlin’. You here with Dustin? Tell me how that happened.”
She smiled and placed her bag down. “I’m sure y’all have things to discuss.”
“Nonsense. I’d much rather talk to you.” There was hint of an accent to his words, but she couldn’t quite place where from. “Especially if my choice is—”
“Back off, Mac,” Dustin growled.
Finn hadn’t moved her gaze from Dustin and the possessiveness on his face shocked her. He wasn’t hiding it, no, it was right there for any and all to see. His royal blue eyes burned with a feral fire she’d never seen before on him. She shivered beneath his gaze and felt claimed. Branded. Possessed.
“Breakfast,” she said. “I’ll fix some while you get ready.” She wasn’t sure she could handle the proprietary stare he leveled at her much longer.
Silent, Dustin rose and grabbed some clothes from his closet before making his way past Mac—who she swore received some kind of private message from Dustin—to brush against her, seconds prior to vanishing in the bathroom. She and Mac stared at one another for a moment.
“Eggs, toast, and sausage okay for you?” she asked, breaking the silence.
“Sounds perfect.”
She made her way to the kitchen and began pulling the necessary items out. “Scrambled work?”
“Sure does.”
“Do you know how Dustin prefers them?”
Mac propped his hip beside her against the Formica countertop. “Haven’t you made breakfast for him before after…one of your nights?”
They would all get scrambled. She began to crack the eggs in a bowl.
“I think you have the wrong idea of myself and Dustin.”
“I don’t think so.”
“I do. You’re presuming I’ve had sex with him. I haven’t.”
“Hmm.” Mac put some bread in the toaster. “How do you know
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