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C ash’s hands cup my ass, pulling my body flush against his. Our mouths mold to one another as our kiss deepens and tongues caress, not able to get enough of each other. The way he kisses turns me into a puddle of mush and desire.

He hoists my body up onto the work area behind me, pushing any tools in his way onto the floor. The loud clanking causes a bubbling laugh to escape my lips.

“Shhh, someone might hear you,” Cash says as he trails kisses along my neck.

“Oh, and no one heard the tools crashing to the floor,” I reply with another giggle, wrapping my arms around his muscular shoulders.

He pulls away, and his brown eyes sparkle with mischief as they lock onto mine.

Besides the twins’ desire to appear different, with their hair and how they dress, their eyes prove how different they truly are.

While Maverick’s are a beautiful warm brown, Cash’s have golden flecks scattered throughout.

And there’s nothing I crave more than to be this close and see the way the light picks up the golden hue.

“I couldn’t wait another minute. I’ve been watching you all morning… You’re sexy as hell when you're hard at work.”

I hum playfully, because I feel the same. Wanting to feel useful on the ranch, I asked Cal if there were some chores that I could help with. Ever since, I’ve been out with the guys every day, helping with the horses and stables.

Mav usually finishes his portion before we’re done, then heads off to help rebuild Papaw’s old tractor.

Leaving Cash and me in the barn to finish up…

alone. That generally leads to flirty banter, some kissing, and roaming hands.

Mav doesn’t usually stay away too long before he’s waltzing back in to rally us up to do something fun.

But today, he had to head into town with Cal to pick up a part for the tractor.

Cash’s lips find mine once again as he steps between my thighs. His fingers lace through the hair at the nape of my neck, holding me in place. I love how possessive he is, even if it’s only a kiss. I swear, everything he does turns me on.

I feel his hard length press into my core and roll my hips as I chase the sensation.

This is how it’s been between us, taking any moment to be next to one another.

If it’s not stolen kisses in the back of the barn, it’s soft, secretive touches under the shield of blankets while we watch movies.

I have a feeling Mav is on to us, but he hasn’t mentioned a thing; he just sits there with a smirk, like usual.

Regardless of who’s aware, I can't get enough, and judging by the size of the tent of his pants, neither can he.

“I'm dying to touch you,” he whispers into my mouth. The need in his tone sends a shiver down my spine, one that matches my own.

Even though we’ve been tangled in each other’s arms for a few weeks now, we haven’t gone further than making out and some over-the-clothes touching.

I don’t want to rush things or make anything awkward between us if it doesn’t work out.

But who am I kidding? Cash Leblanc makes my heart skip a beat every time our eyes connect.

There’s no doubt in my mind that I want him.

“Then touch me,” I practically beg, and he shudders lightly at my words.

His calloused hands travel up my exposed legs, toying with the frayed hem of my cut-offs.

The feel of his fingers slowly inching up the inside of my thigh has my eyes rolling back.

He’s so close. I shift slightly to allow a little more room for him to explore.

How I wish I were wearing a skirt right about now.

When his finger coasts over my soaked panties, he growls—literally growls at the contact. Fuck, that’s hot.

“This all for me?” he asks, running his finger over my throbbing, but unfortunately covered, pussy. I release a soft whimper, grinding my hips closer to his teasing fingers. My body is beyond the point of eager for his touch.

“All for you.” And damn, do I mean it. Whenever Cash and I are around each other, it’s like everyone and everything else no longer exists.

I reach for his straining erection, rubbing my palm over the zipper of his jeans. I'm rewarded with a groan before his lips come crashing onto mine, taking my breath away, while our hands explore one another.

Pulling back slightly, both of us panting, Cash’s forehead rests on mine as we both watch our motions, his hands still skimming my throbbing core as mine continue to rub over his jeans.

The loud honking of a horn has us jumping apart, my back hitting the shelf behind me.

“Ouch,” I groan, rubbing my spine.

“Shit, are you okay?” Cash says with a chuckle. After quickly checking I’m alright and helping me off the bench, he fixes his jeans, then tames my hair. God knows what it must look like, especially with the way his fingers love to tangle in it.

Mav waltzes into the barn a few moments later with a knowing grin, carrying a bag of feed. Cal Leblanc enters just seconds after, with several bags in his arms. Did Maverick give us a warning honk?

“Ahh, there you are,” Cal greets us, dropping the bags in the corner. His kind eyes shine with appreciation as he looks around the stables. “It looks great in here. You guys have been putting in some work.”

“Yeah, we’re all extremely motivated to get our chores done,” Mav says, then tries his best to stifle a laugh. My eyes go wide at his words, and I swear Cash’s are shooting daggers at him.

“Well, that’s great to hear. There are a few more things in the bed of the truck that need to come in. Figured that while I was getting the parts for Papaw, I’d pick up some feed and a few other things. After that, we’ll be done for the day,” he says, and we all follow him to the truck to help.

Cash knocks into Maverick’s shoulder as we head out. No doubt, they’re using their twin telepathy to communicate. But Mav just grins at his brother and looks back at me with a wink.

So, he did give us the warning honk… He definitely knows.

“Are you sure you don’t want your chance to serenade us?” Mav asks Cash as we both walk back to the couch after finishing our renditions of “Oops I Did It Again” by Britney Spears.

Cash, of course, raises his eyebrow and laughs at the two of us, completely out of breath from our performance.

“That was something…” Cash teases.

“Bro, that was award-winning, and you know it. Right?” Mav grins in my direction.

“Oh, for sure,” I agree and grab the mic for my solo. Smiling inwardly, I scroll on my phone to pull up the song.

The familiar beginning of “Save a Horse” by Big & Rich plays, and Cash flashes me a knowing look as he settles further into the couch. Mav lets out a belly laugh and shakes his head as I start to dance.

I go full-out and dance around the room, making a huge spectacle of myself, swaying my hips to the beat as I sing. The guys are both thoroughly enjoying my antics, but the way Cash is staring at me has my body brimming with anticipation.

Reaching behind Cash’s head, I grab his hat from where it sits on the back of the couch. Giving him a wink, I place it on top of my head. He bites his lip, and I swear, it’s probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

I bow and walk back over to the couch, where Mav and Cash are applauding my show-stopping performance. Cash shakes his head while grinning from ear to ear, and I can't contain the cheesy smile on my face.

“Thank you, thank you. Please, no autographs,” I say playfully as I take my seat next to Cash, but not before handing off the mic to Maverick, who’s eagerly awaiting his turn to try to outshine me.

“You’re in for it, Amy,” Mav says, faking seriousness, then sets himself up for his song.

“Tearin’ Up My Heart” by NSYNC starts to play, and Cash and I can’t suppress the laughs that fly past our lips.

“I can’t,” I say, out of breath, as I watch Mav dramatically swipe his non-existent boy band-length hair out of his eyes.

“He might have you beat with this one. Mom was a big stan for Brit and Justin. We grew up listening to it all,” Cash jokes, just as Maverick does some sort of spin before sliding on his knees, belting out a note.

“Not going to lie, I think he deserves the win tonight,” I say, well aware he’s pulling out all the stops. We made a bet about our karaoke performances. The best one gets to pick where we go to dinner tomorrow night. Cash, of course, couldn’t care less, so the battle was between Mav and me.

Cash leans over, his lips brushing against my ear. “I’ll give it to him, but I still liked your song better.”

He leaves a feather-light kiss on my neck while Mav is deep in his performance and barely paying us any attention, and it sends a shiver all the way to my toes. I give him a knowing look, biting the inside of my lip.

When his song ends, Mav collapses onto his side of the couch. Yes, he has a side. It was something the two of them had established before I even got here, but now I’ve taken to Cash’s side of the oversized couch.

“So the game starts at five. Do ya’ll want to go to Cookout before or after to grab some food? I’d love one of their milkshakes.”

“Woah, woah there, Ricky boy. We haven’t declared a winner yet,” I tease, knowing damn well he kicked my ass.

“There’s only one true winner here. Thank you for your effort, B, but I’m taking home the ‘W’ tonight,” Mav boasts, and we all laugh some more.

“I think you should seriously consider joining a boy band and screw the hockey dream,” Cash says, throwing a pillow at him.

“Gotta keep my options open, Brother. But for real, what time do ya’ll want to eat?” Mav asks.

“Whichever works for me. I’m excited. I haven’t been to a baseball game in a while.”

“You’re in for a good game. Hudson is one hell of a catcher, and from what I’ve been hearing, the incoming senior pitcher, Aiden, is getting scouted this year.” The excitement in Mav’s voice has me smiling.