Eventually, the bronc tires, and Logan jumps off. His ranch hand grabs the halter and leads the bronc away as Logan takes off his helmet, wiping the sweat off his brow with his forearm. His brothers and cousins surround him with back slaps and words of encouragement. And I can’t keep quiet anymore.
“Nice ride, Wild!” I call out from my perch.
He whips his head around. The moment his gaze finds mine, his face breaks into a slow grin.
And, oh Lord.
My thighs clench involuntarily. My nipples brush uncomfortably against the thin fabric of my bra, proving to me what I’ve always known.
Logan Wild is dangerous.
With any other guy, I don’t lose myself.
But with Logan?
I need our rules.
Logan leaves his family huddle, grabs his cowboy hat off the fencepost, and heads for me. His worn jeans ride low on his hips, his dark green t-shirt is damp with sweat, and I work to slow down my racing heart.
Blake calls out a hello to me, and I wave in the general direction of the Wilds. But my focus never leaves the man prowling toward me.
My stomach tightens with need as Logan reaches me.
“Hey, bartender.” His voice is low and deliberate.
One hand goes to my hip as he inserts himself between my dangling legs.
A cocky grin that always levels me.
A scar on his cheek that cuts my heart in half because I know where it came from.
A raindrop tattoo on his right bicep that matches the one I have on my left breast.
And whiskey eyes the same color as mine.
Those eyes see right through me as usual when he says with certainty, “You need something.”
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Logan
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Macey Henwood has a tell. Actually, she has two. She doesn’t know it, and I’ll never let her in on my secret.
But as soon as I get close enough to touch her, I immediately know what’s on her mind.
“Hey, cowboy.” She pulls her lower lip between her teeth.
That’s tell number one.
Whenever Macey wants to hook up, she tugs at her lip in a flirty, sexy way that drives me wild and makes me want to take her right away, no matter where we are. Inside her family bar? Fine. Out by my family ranch? Great. I don’t care as long as I have her.
A strand of her gorgeous dark hair has come loose from her bun. She bats at it impatiently, so I reach up and tuck the strand back behind her ear.
She sends me a grateful look, but I don’t miss the flash of heat in her gaze. She squeezes her thighs just slightly, keeping me standing between her legs.
I glance down. Her jeans hug her curves to perfection. I drag my gaze up her body, and that’s when I notice tell number two.
