I’m coming too, howling like the animal I am.
It takes several heartbeats to come back to Earth. Then, before I can think better of it, I put my hands on her hips and pivot us a little so that her ass is fully facing the mirror.
“Watch,” I say, starting to pull out of her. “You’re gonna like this.”
I step aside. Billie has to strain a little to see, but she looks over her shoulder, and her eyes go wide when she catches a glimpse of my cum leaking out of her pussy.
“Obscene,” she repeats. “Can we do that again?”
Monday.
It starts off pretty damn great. All my days do right now because I’m waking up next to Billie. Both of us naked.
I’m only able to tear myself away from her at the very last minute. That means I’m late for work, a fact which Wyatt, who became foreman of Lucky River Ranch after Cash took over as chairman and principal, does not appreciate.
“Dude, I get you’re enjoying your little love nest situation.” He grunts as he tosses a saddle onto a nearby horse. “But we gotta prep this herd for winter, and I need every spare pair of hands. You bein’ late every damn day throws off our whole operation. I’ll whoop some ass if I need to whether you’re my brother or not.”
I do feel guilty. Despite the hot summer and warm autumn we’ve had here in Texas, they’re calling for record cold this winter. More than that, the cold is supposed to last well through March and April. Which means it’s more important than ever that we have our ducks in a row on the ranch, because when those low temps hit, being prepared is the only way we’ll keep our fifteen thousand head of cattle alive.
If only my focus hadn’t been entirely somewhere else lately. “Sorry. Once my place is ready?—”
“Could be months. Be here by four tomorrow, or don’t come at all.”
“Got it.”
We turn out the horses and muck stalls until the sun rises. Then I head out to the corral, where branding the calves wemissed in the spring is already underway. Duke is at the gate, glancing over his shoulder as I approach.
Now that he splits his time between cowboying and being partner in Bellamy Brooks’s growing boot empire, he’s with Wheeler and Mollie more often than not in the studio. But winter is almost here, he’s put his literal and proverbial cowboy hat back on and working on the ranch twenty-four seven.
He smiles. “You finally came up for air, huh?”
“Don’t be gross.” But I’m smiling too as I slap his back. “How’s it going?”
Shrugging, he squints against the bright morning light. “Wyatt’s pissed.”
“I know. I feel like a jerk, but?—”
“You’re in love. I get it.”
I blink. Blink again. “How did you?—”
“Know? Same reason I can finish your sentences. I’m your twin, remember? We have the same brain.”
Laughing, I shake my head, even as my heart pops around inside my chest. “We have the same genes, idiot. And yeah.” I can’t help but smile. “I said it first this weekend, and she said it right back. Pretty cool.”
“Aw, man, I’m thrilled for you. We’ve all been waitin’ for it to happen. Now that you’re opening up and shit, figured you’d be spilling your guts sooner rather than later.” He looks me in the eye. “I’m proud of you, Ry.”
I nod. “I’m proud of me too.”
“So when are you gonna ask her to marry you?”
“That’s a bold assumption,” I reply, cutting him a look. “Also, why does every story gotta end with a wedding? There’s a million different ways to ride off into the sunset with someone.”
“I know. I’m Exhibit A of the alternative happy ending. No ring, no wedding, but we are having two babies, so.” He gives me a wide, white smile. “Still counts as a win.”
“Any updates on that front? How’s Wheeler feeling?”
Sawyer has arrived, and he’s calling us over to help rope a calf.
