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sweet tenderness! Here she found a passion that fed hers, a passion that excited her and overwhelmed her.
    Chloe opened her mouth to Grant, taking and giving, kissing him, being kissed and being loved as she’d always longed to be loved. Loving, as she’d always longed to love. Here was passion, yes, thrilling and unscripted. Here, too, was a wicked, naughty pleasure when Andrew sidled closer and stroked his hand over her hair.
    He laid a string of kisses along her ear, and used his tongue to incite her there. His words, dark and feral, drove her to the very edge of climax.
    “I’m so fucking hard watching you take my brother’s cock, knowing that very soon, I’ll be the one who’s balls deep inside your cunt. I can smell your arousal. Your scent is just one more thing that’s making me hot and hard and horny as hell.”
    Grant raised his lips from hers and his gaze seared her. He changed his angle, raising up on his knees slightly, and then said, “Why don’t you give our woman a hand, brother?”
    She felt Andrew’s hand slide down her belly and then his fingers brushed the smooth, bare flesh of her mound. His fingers teased back and forth, and her clit quivered in excitement.
    “That pussy is so bare and soft,” Andrew said. “And your clit is standing up, begging for me to capture it. Is it ours, Chloe? Are you ours?”
    Oh, God, she’d never been so hot, so aroused, so damn close to coming. She closed her eyes and tried to reach for it. Just there hanging back, her orgasm teased her.
    “Are you ours, Chloe?”
    The question wrapped itself around her heart, squeezing, and Chloe had no choice but to cry out, to surrender like she’d never surrendered before. “Yes! Yes, yours. I’m yours.”
    Andrew grasped her clit and squeezed it, a rhythmic kind of caress that made everything inside her clutch and condense in a tight, vibrating ball. And then rapture exploded, a wild, hot, sizzling ride of pure bliss.
    Chloe screamed as she came, and came, and came, certain that she actually soared high into the heavens.

Chapter 4
     
    Traffic never amounted to much on this particular Farm to Market Road in Hamilton County. Only three ranches had lanes that snaked out onto this section of the gravel path, and only one—the one he was pulled to the side of the road in front of—had a lane short enough and land flat enough that the house and barn were both visible from it.
    Bill Porter studied the deserted ranch in the waning light, letting his eyes take in the whole of it. It had surprised him some, the first time he’d come out here to sit, how small and beat down the house appeared. His eyes focused as best they could as he tried to catalogue the details of its condition. From this vantage point he could see the roof sagged in one spot. Actually, the whole thing needed to be replaced. The paint was worn and old. Likely the foundation had problems, as well. Just looking, a body could see there’d been no money put into the structure for years.
    He understood better than most how things went on a ranch—what cash did come in had to go into the business first, into the livestock and the barn, the feed and the vet bills. Groceries for the family and medical expenses needed to be met. The needs of the house always came last. Used to be a joke, if a man painted his house, he was either a fool with his money, or was doing real well.
    A “for sale” sign nailed to one of the wooden fence posts declared that the parcel being offered for sale was one hundred and fifty-five hectares, that it featured some prime riverfront, along with a house and barn and two other outbuildings. The realtor had slapped a “new price” sticker on the sign. Bastard must have done that this past week, because that sticker wasn’t there last Saturday.
    “Damn well should have a new price. One point two million’s a mite rich for the place if you ask me. Which, of course, you most certainly did not.”
    His voice echoed in the cab of his