Page 83 of A Rancher's Vow

Nope. She sat upright on the bed, perfect breasts right there on display. Curves and soft skin and a smirk on her lips.

A pair of his boxers dangled from her fingers. “These are interesting.”

“Tee?”

She eased back into the pillows propped against the headboard and gave the shorts a swing that sent them twirling in a circle. “I dipped into the bag Shim packed you. Iwaslooking for a T-shirt to wear because that’s kind of a comfort thing. I found these.”

Dustin was going to kill his best friend. “I don’t suppose you could just forget you ever saw anything?”

She tilted her head to the side as if considering. “Well, maybethesewith theWhere’s Waldotheme can slip my memory. But these other ones?” She pulled a second pair from under her pillow and held them up. “These are kind of burned onto my retinas. You may as well put them on.”

The butt and sides of this pair were white and black Holstein spots. The entire triangle of the groin was an enormous cow’s face.

Dustin caught them as she tossed them his direction. “And here I thought for sure he’d have packed the ones that sayStop staring at my dinosaur.”

Her grin was huge as she wiggled up on her knees, briefs abandoned to the side. “Tell me there’s a T. rex on the center panel.” She made a scary dinosaur face but held her arms tucked into her body and wiggled her fingers as if she had teeny-tiny arms.

Dustin laughed as he jumped on the bed, rolled her under him, and smiled down at her. “Sadly, it’s a brontosaurus.”

“Ah. Long and thin, not thick and meaty.”

He dropped to his elbows and pinned her even tighter. “You’ve got a dirty mind, Tee. I love it.”

She took a deep breath, pressing her torso to him, easing her legs open and sighing as his hips settled between her thighs. “You’re distracting me.”

“I am,” he confessed. “Nothing else we can do tonight, except hopefully get a good sleep.”

“I’m on board for that.” She nuzzled her lips to his neck. “Now, I felt the cosmos tip to the right, again. Maybe you should get your cow face over here and do some universe balancing.”

“Maybe I should.”

She was already naked, and he only had a couple of things to remove, which vanished surprisingly quickly with Charity’s help.

Her hands stroked and caressed, lips touching his abs and hips. When she curled her fingers around his cock, though, he caught her wrist. “I’m too close. I want to be inside you.”

“I can work with that.” Charity eased back on her knees, sliding a hand under the pillow and coming back with a condom.

“I’m afraid to ask what else you have hidden under there,” Dustin teased before groaning as he fought for control. “Your hands on me are going to make me fucking lose it.”

She finished rolling the condom down, then tugged him over her. “I won’t touch anymore. Much.”

Her hand guided him to her sex.

Dustin rocked over her, feeling his way. Checking she was ready, that every step of the way was what she needed, too.

“Inside me,” Charity whispered. “Oh,yessssss.”

His arms shook as he stroked into her again, slow and steady. Small pulses that brought them together intimately, every inch of their bodies connected. Skin to skin, mouth to mouth. Moving inside her, over her—Dustin could stay here forever.

Except that he was about to lose his goddamn control in seconds flat, it felt so fucking good.

Charity pulled up her knees and he sank deeper.

They both moaned. Gazes met, and amusement rose.

“Teamwork sex. I like it,” she offered.

“I likeyou,” Dustin returned quietly. “Now kiss me.”