Roped Tight (Ryker Ranch #4) - Kim Loraine Page 0,28
rocking against each other. "I'd like to see you try."
His hands trailed down my torso, over the fronts of my thighs, and then back up until one palm rested on the aching hardness behind my fly. Even that felt so good.
"What are you doing?" I asked. This was a bad idea. Wasn't it? Or was this the road to closure for us? One last time, to work him out of my system.
The rumble of his soft laugh in my ear did nothing to ease the lust raging in my body. "Well, from the feel of things, I think I'm about to hate fuck you in the tack room."
Fuck. I needed it. The two of us had the same idea. This would be the only way we could work together. Give in to the lust, then we could move on.
I reached for his belt and started working it open as he did the same to mine, and even though our lips were close, we never closed that distance and brought them together. Kissing was different. Intimate. He didn't deserve intimate. Neither did I.
I sucked in a sharp breath when his fingertips brushed the head of my dick, and the wicked grin on his lips sent a rush of need through me all over again. But then, the unmistakable sound of spurs and boots stopped us. We froze, panic radiating into the air between us.
"Sam?" My sister-in-law Hazel’s warm voice usually made me smile. Not now. What was she doing here? "Sam, are you in here?"
"Motherfucker,” I muttered under my breath as Tucker backed away and began working on his belt while I did the same to mine. My balls were gonna be bluer than the goddamn sky on a summer day. I shot a look at Tucker, who had grabbed some tack and started working on cleaning it. "Not a word."
He snickered, then reached down and handed me my hat. I grabbed it from him and put it on, then stepped out of the tack room, turned off the light, and shut the door.
"Hey, Hazel. Sorry, I was just…uh, cleaning up the tack room."
She gave me a suspicious look, then grinned.
“Whatever you say. Tristan sent me to find you. He doesn't want me riding alone, but he's got baby duty right now. He told me to ask you to come with me since Sera is giving lessons and Mama isn’t cleared to ride yet."
I could tell she was annoyed that he didn't want her riding alone, but marriage and fatherhood had made my baby brother a little paranoid. I wondered if I'd ever find somebody I loved that much, somebody I worried about constantly, even when they were right next to me. Somebody I looked at the same way my parents looked at each other.
"Sure. I’ve just got a couple things to finish up. Let me get Shadow ready, and I'll meet you out by the barn. Should only take me about fifteen minutes."
She beamed, clearly excited. "Great, then we can talk all about what you and Tucker were doing in the tack room." The sassy little woman tossed me a wink and then practically skipped out of the stables.
The tack room door opened, Tucker standing there with a frown on his face. "You just had to turn the light off and shut me in there, didn't you?"
"Oh, forgive me. I didn't realize you were a five-year-old girl, afraid of the dark."
"I'm not afraid of the dark. What I am is claustrophobic, and the dark only adds to it."
How did I not know that?
"Sorry. But we've got bigger things to deal with."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah. We need to be more careful. Someone's gonna see us and then we will have a lot of explaining to do."
The look in his eyes made something deep in my belly twist with need. "So you think this is gonna be a thing? Enemies with benefits?"
"Looks like it. I’ve got a lot of tension. What better way to work it off than with the person who's causing it?"
He shook his head. "Sorry, Sammy. That's not how I operate. You might have used me once, but you don't get to do it again. My advice? Get yourself some Vaseline, some tissues, and a private browser on your phone. I hear there's some pretty good cowboy porn out there, if that's what does it for you."
And already, my deflated erection was back with a vengeance. Tucker walked away, his swagger seeming even more pronounced now that he'd had me in