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“Yes,” Blevins said. “It’s an exclusive contract; however, I think that you’ll find it a lucrative one.”

“And what happens at the end of five years?”

“We’ll negotiate another contract for another set period of time.”

It sounded fair to him. “How much are we talking about for the exclusive right?”

Blevins named a figure that wasn’t out of the question.

“I have to speak to my family about this, but I think we can come to an arrangement.” The kittens mewed loudly, and Shane resisted the urge to shush them. Not only did he not want Blevins to hear them, but he also didn’t want to have them wake Reba up with their caterwauling. He quickly squeezed the tube of kitten food into four separate blobs on the plastic mat that Reba had laid out. The kittens quieted down as they slurped up the goo.

“Good,” Blevins said. “I’ll have our legal department email over the paperwork.”

“I’ll have an answer to you after the Fort Worth rodeo next week,” Shane said.

That would mean he would have to fly home to Montana to talk about this with his father and brother face-to-face. He’d have to make arrangements with Pat to trailer the bulls by himself to the next rodeo.

He sat down after getting the kittens water and ran his fingers down their soft little backs and curled around each of their little tails. He was getting attached to them. Just like he was getting attached to Reba. It hadn’t taken long.

*

Reba came out of the bedroom wearing his shirt. “Is everything all right?” she asked, moving over by him to the kitchen area to make a pot of coffee.

“More than all right. You look gorgeous.”

He came up behind her and nuzzled her neck. She leaned back into his chest. “I had a great time last night.”

“Me, too.” Sliding his hand up her shirt, he cupped her breast. “Are you wearing anything underneath that?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

Shane didn’t need to be asked twice. Reaching around their bodies, he slid his fingers between her parted thighs. She was wet for him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he moaned. Sliding through her slick folds, he fingered her gently with one hand, while rolling her nipple with his other.

Reba tilted her head back to kiss him. Her tongue teased him and he flicked faster.

“Mmm.” She gasped.

“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?”

“Oh yeah.”

Her little sighs were driving him wild. She trembled against him and cried out when he ground against her. Shane was about to burst out of his jeans. Her thighs clamped around him as she shook.

“Shane,” she said. Reaching into the pocket of his shirt, she pulled out one of the condoms they had left over from last night.

“Fuck yeah,” he said, ripping the foil wrapper off. He yanked down his pants and slid the condom on over his ready cock. Flipping up the tail of his shirt, Shane admired the soft globes of her ass. “Bend over, sweetheart.”

Reba gripped the edge of the counter and wiggled her ass suggestively at him. He pulled her hips to him and slid inside her soaking wet heat. He went in deep and held her hips to him. She was tight and anxious as she tried to get him to move.

“In a minute, darlin’. I’m enjoying how damned good you feel.” He kissed her neck, grazing it with his teeth.

“Please, Shane,” she breathed, bucking against him.

“I like hearing you say my name when I’m deep inside you.” He rocked into her with long languid strokes.

“Yes,” Reba cried out, pushing back against him.