Page 11 of Wrangle Me, Cowboys

“Who said I’d stop you?”

He cocked an eyebrow and grinned. “I don’t think my mother would be happy if she came back and found me eating you on the kitchen table.”

A shiver of desire went through me at the thought of him kissing my pussy the way he’d just kissed my mouth.

“You better not have been thinking about her when you kissed me,” I said.

Sawyer made a face. “Never,” he said. “But I might have enjoyed it a little more knowing how pissed she’d be if she knew.”

“You’re terrible,” I said.

“You’re irresistible,” he countered. “Too irresistible to be my stepsister.”

I smiled up at him and batted my lashes. “Does that mean you don’t want me here?”

“Wanting you is not the problem,” he said, pushing back from the table. He held out a hand, and when I took it, he pulled me effortlessly to my feet. I stumbled against him, and he laughed and caught me around the waist, pulling my body against his. “Or maybe it is,” he growled, nuzzling my ear before releasing me.

“Maybe that last glass of wine wasn’t such a good idea after all,” I said, suddenly breathless again. I gripped his arms—God, his arms were great—and he steadied me on my feet.

“Want to go lie down?” he said. “I could probably make an excuse to my mother.”

“Only if you’ll come lie down with me,” I said.

What can I say, the wine made me bold.

Sawyer laughed. “If you weren’t intoxicated, and my mother wouldn’t notice, I’d take you up on that. But I think she’d notice if we both disappeared.”

“She’d be scandalized,” I said. “Isn’t that what you want?”

“We better join them before they start thinking we’re in here kissing at the kitchen table,” he said with a wink. He took my hand and led me to the door, his grip firm and strong around mine. I didn’t want to let go, but I figured holding hands was not acceptable brother-sister behavior beyond age six or something.

We emerged from the house just in time to see Holden and Lidia walking out of the barn. A flare of guilt shot through me. Seconds earlier, I’d been kissing my stepbrother with no shame. Actually, I’d been propositioning him.

“I seriously need my vibrator,” I muttered.

“What?” Sawyer squawked.

Laughter burst out of me before I could stop it. “What? Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”

“I think you did,” he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“I definitely didn’t say whatever you think I said.”

“How do you know what I think you said?”

“Because I can see it on your face,” I said. “Now shut up and let’s go charm the pants off your mom. Not literally, though, this is already weird enough without adding any Oedipus shit to the mix.”

“We’re in agreement on that one,” he muttered as we joined the other two.

“Your brother was just showing me the horses,” Lidia said. Her eyes met mine, narrowing as she studied me.

Craptastic. I must be blushing, or flushed from the kiss. Or was there some kind of mark he’d made by kissing me so hard, like a hickey on my lips? I wanted to touch them to make sure they weren’t swollen, but that would be a dead giveaway. But she could definitely smell my guilt like a bloodhound on the trail.

This was bad. Why hadn’t I gone and laid down when Sawyer told me to?

I peeked at him from the corner of my eye as we headed for the guys’ shop. Were his lips stained from the wine I’d drunk?

When we stepped inside, Waylon was under the hood of his old car again. We made our way to the back of the shop where he was working.