Borrowed Cowboy (Shadow Maverick Ranch) by Parker Kincade Read Free Book Online Page A

breached her ass as he sucked her clit into his mouth and her body caught fire. Sizzled and burned a moment before she came, her body shattering with an intensity that left her breathless, unable to even cry out his name.
    He pulled his hand away, gentled his touch as she eased from her release. It unnerved her how he seemed to know her body, what she needed, without so much as a peep from her. Something else she’d never found with anyone else.
    Reese drew in a steadying breath as her body quivered in the aftermath of her orgasm. Pax crawled up her body, rolled to the side, and pulled her against him, holding her until her heartbeat slowed.
    “You okay?”
    “I think you killed me.” She snuggled deeper into his chest, wishing they could stay like this forever.
    Uh, oh. Don’t go there. You promised him. Pleasure only.
    “You sure about that?” He pressed his hips against her. She felt the hard ridge of his erection.
    The doorbell rang.
    “Pizza.” He groaned. “Damn it. This’ll have to wait a bit longer.” He jumped up and tugged on his jeans, zipping them over his hard cock with a tortured growl. “Be right back.”
    She smiled as he stalked from the room bare-chested and sporting wood. She hoped the delivery person wasn’t female. She didn’t like the idea of another woman getting a glance at what, for tonight anyway, belonged to her.
    And if the pizza turned out to be half as good as the cookies had been … Lord help her … she might not survive it.

Chapter Six
    “What’s your deal today?” Clay complained and stood, arching his back into a stretch.
    Pax glanced up. “What’s that supposed to mean?” His gloved hands worked on autopilot as he spliced a new piece of barbed wire into yet another broken section of fence.
    “I don’t know. You’re a little testy. More than usual, I mean.” Clay jerked off his gloves and flipped open the cooler that sat in the bed of his truck. He twisted the cap off and drained half a bottle of water in one swallow.
    “Could be that it’s a hundred and five degrees, and I’m stuck out here fixin’ goddamned fences with your sorry ass.”
    Clay’s brows shot up. “Somewhere you’d rather be?”
    Only one place he could think of. Hence his testiness.
    It’d been a solid week since he and Reese were together, and Pax hadn’t stopped thinking about her.
    She’d stayed with him until almost eleven. He’d actually enjoyed the quiet intimacy of sharing a pizza with her and then later, much later, helping her back into her clothes. He’d held her hand. Walked her to her car. He’d kissed her, mumbled something about how great it’d been to see her, then he’d kissed her again. And again. He hadn’t been able to get enough of her mouth and had been loath to let her go.
    She’d been so responsive, so willing to give him whatever he wanted. It had been one of the greatest nights of his life. For the first time in months, he wished things were different. That he could erase the last few years and build something new.
    Which was why he’d put her in her car, and watched as the taillights disappeared down the drive.
    He hadn’t asked for her number. She hadn’t offered.
    Borrowed.
    That’s what she’d called him. Implying she’d gotten something from him that he’d eventually get back.
    Had she? Would he?
    His time, he didn’t give a fuck about. She’d needed him, he’d been there. Time well spent. He’d do it again too, if she asked. He’d known it the second she’d fallen through the bathroom door and into his arms.
    But the ever-increasing ache in his chest … now that gave him pause. His heart wasn’t available to borrow , damn it. Because if it were, with Reese, he was afraid he’d not want it back. He’d want her to keep it. Always.
    The word glutton sprang to mind. Christ, he cared about Reese, but he couldn’t—wouldn’t—go down that path again. No fucking way.
    A frustrated growl escaped his throat. “You done for the day?