Page 91 of Tempting Wyatt

She’s also on the rebound. She mentioned a recent breakup. It must’ve been serious enough to send her here. To me. To the ranch.

Where she’s thriving. Where she’s happy.

Where she belongs.

I have to get the hell out of my house before I lose my complete mind and just propose to this woman I barely know.

I don’t know if eating her pussy rewired my brain orwhat, but every second I stand here, watching her, I feel more and more like I’m losing my damn mind. Along with all the rest of my parts.

Because now? All of me belongs to her.

WHEN I ARRIVEAT THE still-smoldering pasture, Isaac greets me with suspicion. I tie off my horse because if the fire flares back up, Jameson gets anxious. Kind of like the woman asleep in my bed.

“Where you been, brother? Expected you hours ago.”

I ignore his inquisitive stare. “Good thing I don’t work for you.”

It’s a low blow, and I’ve never treated my siblings like employees, but I’m not prepared to answer questions. Especially when the answer isstaring at the woman in my bed while she sleeps and trying to figure out how I plan to beg her to stay in Montana forever.

And I’m still pissed he started a bar fight that delayed my girl sitting on my face all night.

Lucky for me, Isaac isn’t sensitive.

“Guess that answers that,” he says with a mocking grin. “Remind me to put in my requests for the next time Mom rents out the cabin.”

I decide to ignore his assumption, even though it’s accurate with the latest tenant being naked in my bed at the moment.

“Speaking of the cabin, we’re smoking out the area over there.” I gesture to the smoke blowing that direction. “How much longer we keeping this going?”

Isaac shrugs. “Not sure. Let me see what Antonio thinks.” He calls out to the man standing twenty or so yards from us.

Antonio steps away from several ranch hands to join us.

“What are we thinking on this burn? Another day or no?” Isaac asks.

Antonio’s brows dip on his weathered face. “Hands found more clover in the pasture. We’re going to extend it to the east corner today, but it should be out by tonight.”

If the wind kicks up, that could keep smoke blowing toward Ivy’s cabin all night tonight and all day tomorrow. But clover gives the cows bloat, and there’s no telling how far it’s spread.

Guess she’ll have to stay another night with me then. My cock throbs behind my zipper.

I rake a hand through my hair. “We have a guest in the larger cabin. She has some, um, issues with fire.”

Isaac aims a wide-eyed expression in my direction. “Does she now? Well then, she could always come crash in my cabin.”

Over my dead body.

“She’s in mine now,” I admit, my tone more possessive than I meant for it to be. “It’s farther from the burn area, and besides, it’s bigger.”

Isaac snorts. “Keep telling yourself that, brother.” His eyes gleam. “We could always let her decide for herself.”

“I’ve got it handled,” I tell him, mentally adding a dozen more tasks to his day to keep him away from Ivy. “Move the horses for the night so they don’t get spooked by the smoke. Make sure none of the cattle are close enough to get a hold of that clover. And, hey, maybe grow the fuck up when you get a minute.”

Isaac levels me with a challenge in his eyes, all traces of humor leaving his face. “If she’s off-limits, just say so.”

Right. And give my entire family shit to talk about for years to come.

I catch myself glaring at him while choosing my words carefully.