Espino, Stacey - Hardcore Cowboys [Ride 'em Hard 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Stacey Espino Read Free Book Online Page A

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    “What?”
    “I know you have a five, but you said ‘go fish.’”
    “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about darlin’.”
    She continued to eye him skeptically until she finally sat her hand face-down on the side table. “Let me see...”
    “You can't look at the other player's cards.” He held his hand out of reach.
    She shifted in the bed until sitting on her knees. Samantha reached over his lap, attempting to grab the cards he held. He couldn’t help but laugh. It felt good to laugh. Sure, he had the five she needed, but it was fun toying with her when she took the game so seriously. His brothers always pulled fast moves when they’d play together.
    “Cord!” She climbed over his lap, fighting to see his cards which he held in an outstretched hand. Her dizziness must have passed because she was quite determined, a new spunk making its emergence. The feel of her weight on his lap, her soft body pressed against his had his cock hardening, and he hoped she didn’t feel it.
    “Ah, ah, ah.” He grabbed one of her wrists and play wrestled her to her back. She was out of breath from struggling, but even more so when he started tickling her sides. God, she was beautiful. His.
    “Stop…Stop!” She giggled and warned him between breaths, seeming to forget about the cards altogether. When he let her be, not wanting her too winded in her condition, she lay still on the bed. Only the sound of her heavy breathing accompanied the intimate closeness, the gentle weight of his upper body over hers, and the way she stared into his eyes. He wanted more than anything to kiss her, to feel those soft, full lips against his, but held back. Before he closed the door to the room, he whispered tauntingly, “I did have the five.”

    * * * *

    At lunch hour, Wyatt strained a fresh batch of chicken soup through a metal colander. It smelled hearty—potatoes, green beans, farm-raised beef—and got his stomach rumbling. Although he didn’t care for fast food, it was something he’d become accustomed to, and he rarely enjoyed a good home-cooked meal. Sometimes other ranchers would invite him to dinner with their families, or he’d barbeque up some beef with fellow riders at the side of the road on portable grills. Being home was nice.
    Before they’d left for another emergency call, Cord had turned and reassured him that Samantha was out of danger. All he had to do was keep an eye on her and ensure she was warm and hydrated. Now that she was awake and talking, he’d be able to find out about her. Who was she? Where was she heading? Another question plagued his deeper thoughts—was she in a relationship? Wyatt was not one to think about settling down with a woman. The mere idea of staying put and being responsible for another human being made him internally cringe. He’d let down his parents, and he didn’t trust himself to repeat history. Fast women were easier to deal with, didn’t require him to offer a piece of himself in return.
    For some reason he felt an ownership over the sweet, young filly. He’d rescued her, took responsibility, and hadn’t failed. It seemed like fate that they crossed paths when they did.
    “Here you go. Take it slow at first.” He sat across from her on the wooden coffee table and watched her cup the oversized mug with two small hands. She took a tentative sip, looking up at him with big, dark eyes. He waited a few more minutes before pushing her further, but then he couldn’t hold back the floodgate of questions. “What were you doing out in that storm? You from around here?”
    She shook her head, her spiral curls springing when she moved. “I live in Toronto .” After another sip, she continued. “This was my great adventure. I wanted to see the mountains in BC.”
    “You were traveling cross-country by yourself?” It didn’t seem right for a woman to be on her own like that. Anything could happen on the back roads. He’d seen some things he’d rather forget during his