Page 10 of Healing Her Cowboys (Silver Creek Ranch #6)

Chapter Ten

R eese woke up before either man did. Her body was sore in the good kind of way no other lover had ever given her, not even her pitiful ex. It was still dark outside, but the clock told her it was less than an hour before sunrise.

Before she could move, she had to untangle them from around her body. She was comfortable nestled between the two solid forms of Atlas and Brik, and she didn’t want to move, but she had the urge to make them and everyone else breakfast.

She did her best not to wake the guys, which was hard since Atlas had her whole body in a bear hug and Brik had an entire arm clinging to her waist. Atlas slept without even stirring, which made her happy.

Brik also had a peaceful look when he wasn’t scowling at people.

It was a miracle she didn’t wake either of them up.

Her jeans were easy to spot on the floor, but she couldn’t find her flannel top, so she grabbed Brik’s shirt from his desk chair instead. It was so big that it hung past her knees, but the lingering scent of him surrounded her and gave her a bit of nostalgia from the previous night.

She made her way to the kitchen, humming to herself as she took out all the ingredients for breakfast. What could she make that would feed all the men of the ranch? She settled for eggs and bacon when she realized there was more than enough to fill them up.

Her joyful mood almost made her miss Tony walking in on her.

“Morning, Reese,” Tony greeted. His tone seemed normal, but his eyes lingered a little too long on the shirt she wore.

“Morning, Tony.” She shook off the odd feeling he gave her and continued prepping food. She was grateful she was at least completely dressed.

“You seem chipper today,” he said.

“Do I?” she asked, not paying too much attention to him, so he’d take the hint to leave.

“Absolutely. What’s made you so happy?”

She wanted to tell him it was none of his business, but she didn’t think he was trying to be rude. “We went to the fall festival last night, and it was the break I needed.”

“Glad you had fun. I don’t remember ever being that happy about the fall festival, but I guess it’s different for everyone.”

“I guess so.”

Tony moved closer to her, and he was making her feel uncomfortable.

“Looks like you’re fitting in around here faster than I did when I arrived.” He eyed her shirt again.

“Thanks, but I still don’t know that much about the ranch. I’m sure you know a lot more than I do.”

His fingers brushed against the hem of her shirt, and a shudder spread through her even though he never really touched her.

She still gave him a polite smile, but her eyes stayed sharp.

“I’m sure you’ve seen a lot more than I have around here,” he said.

She breathed in a sigh of relief when Brik walked into the kitchen, but she was sure he still saw Tony release the hem of her shirt, a shirt that belonged to him.

“Don’t you have chores to get done, Tony?” Brik said.

“Yes, Sir. On my way out now. See you soon, Reese.”

She didn’t respond as he exited out the back door.

“What was that all about?” Brik asked.

“I don't know,” she said.

“Are you okay? Do I need to say something to him?”

She grabbed Brik before he went after Tony. “No, I’m fine. He was probably just teasing.”

“I don’t like it,” he said, watching Tony as he walked across the yard to the other hands.

She didn’t either, but it was rare to see Brik in a good mood. She didn’t want to ruin it by misinterpreting the encounter with Tony.

“Ready for round two after breakfast?” she asked, changing the subject.

He moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Getting greedy early, are we?”

She slapped his hand. “Not that, Mr. Dirty Mind! I mean your therapy.”

“Ah, therapy. Sure, as long as you go easy on me after last night. I may need some time to recuperate.”

“What am I going to do with you?”

“I’m sure we can come up with some ideas if we put our heads together.”

***

Brik listened as Reese guided him through each exercise. He still complained, but at least he wasn’t about to take his anger out on her again.

He moved roughly through some sets, but a few came easier than others. He felt like he was working out muscles he never knew he had.

Brik had to control himself a few times. Being so close to Reese was driving him insane. Each time she touched him, she brought back memories of the previous night.

At one point, when she stretched him, her body brushed right up against his cock, and he got hard instantly.

He let out a soft grunt, and she moved away.

“Too much?” she asked.

“You could say that,” he said, not bothering to hide his smirk.

Reese glanced down and caught the hardness of him pressing against his boxers. “Brik, we’re working.”

“I can’t help it. You just bring out that response in me.” The air in the room thickened, and he pulled her close to him. He guided her hand to cover him. “Feel what you do to me, baby.”

“Brik.” Her voice barely came out as a whisper.

He captured her lips before she could protest anymore. The kiss was needy as he pulled her into his lap. Her soft curves pressed against his hardness, and it only made him crave her more.

Reese's fingers slipped between them to massage his length. With her hands on him, he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

“I need to feel you on me, Reese.” He nibbled her ear and kissed down her neck until he brought a moan out of her.

Her hands slid into his boxers to take hold of him, and his breath hitched from the direct contact.

“Fuck,” he muttered, before kissing her harder than before.

Her fingers worked him with precision as he explored her mouth. Brik moaned and grabbed her hand, guiding it up and down his shaft. He was close, and he thrusted into her grip. Before he could come, he stopped her.

“Bed,” was all he said before lifting her up and carrying her back to his room.

“It’s always one word with you when you’re like this,” she teased. “Bedroom. Bed. Is there anything else you can add?”

“Those are the only words that matter,” he said.

“If you say so.”

He smacked her ass, and she shrieked. “I say so.”

When he finally had her behind closed doors, he wasted no time undressing her. There was one thing Atlas got to do that he wanted to experience too: a taste of Reese.

Her pussy was already wet for him before he even touched her. He watched her reaction as he slid one finger inside of her. She gripped him tight, pulling him inside.

“Brik,” she cried and arched her back into the pleasure.

He continued to massage her sweet area and stuck two fingers in. She rocked her hips and moaned.

“Not enough,” she whispered.

He was happy to oblige as he lowered his tongue to her clit. She quickly grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to her. He opened his mouth and sucked with a steady rhythm that matched his fingers.

Damn, she tasted so sweet. Only he and Atlas would ever get to savor it. Her moans became louder as she ground against him to seek her release. She let out a loud moan, and he lapped up every bit of essence she offered.

When he moved away from her, he finally reached for his drawer to find what he needed to fuck her properly. She wasn’t leaving his bedroom anytime soon.