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before he realized it, semen spilling over his fingers onto his thighs, body jerking in spasm after spasm.
    It took a long time to even out his breathing and get his heart rate under control. He lay there in the dim room, cursing himself for being ten kinds of a fool. Instead of telling Montana Steele how he felt, what he wanted, here he was alone in his bedroom, again with only his hand for satisfaction. What a dumb shit he’d turned out to be.
    Finally, when he was sure his legs were steady enough, he crawled off the bed and into the bathroom to shower.
    And get ready for this fucking barbecue.
    The evening had actually gone a lot better than Montana expected. The Wrights turned out to be very relaxing people to be with, happy to pick her up and to meet her. Before the truck had pulled out onto the highway, she and Liz had fallen into a conversation as if they’d known each other forever.
    When they parked in the gravel area at the Halliday ranch, Montana spotted activity in the corral. Someone had just opened a gate from a small pen and released two calves into a wider area. At the signal, Clint and Reece, both astride cutting horses, urged their mounts into a gallop as they focused on roping one of the animals. Her mouth went dry at the sight of Clint wearing only tight, faded jeans and dusty work boots. From the waist up he was bare, his skin gleaming in the dying sun.
    The lariat was coiled and loose in his hand as he urged the buckskin this way and that with his knees and a light touch of the rein. A straw cowboy hat was pulled low over a face set in concentration. Montana couldn’t stop herself from walking over and leaning on the top rail, watching with fascination.
    She was used to Clint in his well-tailored clothes at Rawhide and the neat jeans and shirts he wore outside the club. She’d never seen him in this environment before. Didn’t even know how comfortable he was with it.
    This was a hot, sweaty cowboy, a side of him she’d never seen. The muscles in his thighs bunched as he communicated signals to the horse, his very fine ass sitting the saddle as if he’d been born in it. It made her cunt pulse with need.
    In only a few moments, Clint and Reece had each roped a calf, leaped from the saddle and wrestled it to the ground.
    One of the hands watching from the other side let out a yell.
    “It’s a tie. Seven seconds.”
    “You guys ought to compete in the rodeo next year,”
    someone else hollered.
    “No,” Reece answered, releasing the rope from his calf.
    “I’m just trying to improve my timing when it comes to cutting the calves out of the herd.” He looked at Clint. “But you could enter, cowboy.”
    Clint swung out of the saddle, released his calf, and recoiled the lariat. “After you, my friend.”
    Reece spotted Montana along with Alex and Liz and waved them over. “Glad you got here in time for the demonstration,”
    he joked.
    “I might have you come over and teach my hands a thing or two,” Alex joked.
    The conversation buzzed around Montana’s head as Clint walked toward her. The breeze swept his scent across her nostrils—leather, horseflesh, sweat. And male. Oh, yeah. All male.
    “Hey.” His voice was low, his eyes hot beneath the brim of his hat.
    “Hey, yourself. You have many hidden talents.”
    One corner of his mouth quirked up. “You’d better believe it. Listen. I need a quick shower then I’m good to go.” He looked down for a moment, then back up. “I’m…glad you came tonight.”
    “Me, too,” she answered in a soft tone.
    She could tell he wanted to touch her but waited for a signal from her. Casually she reached out a hand and stroked his tan, sweat-streaked arm.
    “I’ll be waiting.”
    They had cocktails and dinner on the huge patio at the back of the Halliday ranch house, a peaceful setting with the sun hanging in the sky for a long time, a soft breeze blowing, and cattle grazing in the pastures. Montana actually found herself relaxing and having