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I’ve been thinking about getting Caleb a hat, and now I can’t stop picturing him and Jensen in matching ones. That would be downright adorable and would mean something special to them both. I tuck it away on my mental to-do list.

Heath shakes the truck keys, nodding to Walker.

“Come on. We have to put away the rest of the equipment before it gets dark. Jensen, you stay here with Briar. Once we’re finished, we’ll circle back to pick you up and drive over to the ranch house together.

Shouldn’t take us more than twenty minutes. ”

Jensen nods. “Sure thing.”

Heath and Walker head back to the truck.

Jensen glances around, his brow furrowed. “Where’s Caleb?”

“At the ranch house with Mama Julie, visiting the chicks. He’s smitten,” I say.

He clutches his chest dramatically. “Great. First, Ziggy and Petunia, now the chicks. At this rate, I’ll be lucky if he remembers I exist.”

“Outranked by a goat, cow and some puffballs.” I pat his chest with exaggerated sympathy, my lips curling into a playful grin. “You’ve got it rough. Poor thing.”

“I think you’re right. I definitely need some comforting.” He draws me into his arms, nuzzling my neck, and I giggle when his scruff tickles my skin.

“I hate that our morning was cut short,” I murmur.

“Me too. I missed you while I was gone.” We just saw each other at lunch, but I know how he feels.

“I missed you too,” I say softly.

More than I probably should after one night together.

After this morning, I half expected him to keep his distance. Sure, Caleb’s not around, but I figured he’d only show affection when we’re alone at night. Yet here he is, holding me, even with my brothers throwing not-so-subtle glances at us as they drive away.

“Heath said we had twenty minutes, right?”

Jensen nods. “Yeah, why?”

“Perfect. That should be plenty of time,” I mumble to myself .

“For what?”

I don’t respond, waiting until Heath’s truck is out of sight before taking Jensen’s hand and guiding him to the far end of the barn.

I slide open the door and lead him into the closest empty stall, freshly lined with straw.

The horses are all out to pasture, which means we’ve got the place to ourselves.

Jensen grunts when I back him against the wall hidden from the main aisle.

“What do you need, pretty girl?” His voice is strained.

“Something I’ve wanted to do for days,” I confess.

Last night might have been our first time, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t had my fair share of fantasies since he arrived at the ranch.

I saunter closer, my fingers grazing Jensen’s chest as our lips meet, the kiss starting slow and teasing. I keep the pressure light at first, brushing my mouth against his in soft, lingering touches, pulling back when he tries to deepen it.

I manage to keep my composure—until he groans.

My fingers curl around his collar, tugging him against me, and the initial tenderness shifts into something urgent and hungry. His hand slides to the back of my neck as he nips at my lips, his tongue slipping inside my mouth. Every touch is like a spark, igniting the tension simmering between us.

Our lips remain locked as my palms slide down his chest, moving lower until I reach his waistband. I work his buckle loose and undo the button of his jeans, our kiss never faltering. Once the zipper is down, I push his pants down to his hips, my breath catching at the heat radiating off his skin.

Only then does he pause, his breath ragged as he rests his forehead against mine.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, baby,” he warns.

“Good. I hate when the stakes are boring.”

I drop to my knees, heat pulsing beneath my skin. My eyes land on Jensen’s cock straining behind his boxers. Not wanting to wait a second longer, I slip my hand between us and trace his dick with a featherlight touch.

The scent of sweat and hay clings to him, and it’s ridiculously sexy. I bite my lip, aching with how badly I want him like this—dirty, rugged, every inch a cowboy.

His gaze remains locked on me as I slowly drag down his underwear, his cock standing at attention.

He lets out a sharp inhale when I curl my fingers around it, giving it a gentle squeeze.

I move my hand along his shaft in measured strokes, keeping my pace steady when precum leaks from the tip.

I lean in, flicking my tongue over the tip before licking it clean.

“Fuck, you’re driving me wild,” Jensen groans.

I lift my hooded eyes, smirking. “I’m only getting started, cowboy.”

“Show me.”

He winds his fingers through my hair and pushes the tip against my mouth. I eagerly oblige his silent invitation, wrapping my lips around his cock and sucking the head.

“Holy hell,” he curses softly, his hand tightening in my hair.

I groan, the sound reverberating around his dick. He rocks his hips forward, and I take in a sharp inhale through my nose. Sensing that I’m struggling, he strokes the column of my neck.

“Open that throat and take me deeper,” he says, his tone guttural.

Jensen’s commanding presence sets every nerve in my body on fire, leaving my panties soaked. It’s electrifying to be with someone who knows exactly what I’m craving. He makes surrender a thrilling escape that leaves me wanting nothing more than to please him.

I hollow my cheeks, swallowing hard around him as his shaft pulses forward, pushing farther down until the head is at the back of my throat .

“Such a good fucking girl for me,” he praises, and I hum around him.

Jensen lets me take control of the pace while I adjust, and it’s unexpectedly sweet.

His bottom lip is caught between his teeth as though it’s taking every ounce of effort to keep himself in check—the opposite of what I want.

No, I want to push him to the brink until he loses every ounce of control.

My fingers curl around the base of his cock, holding him steady as I run my tongue along his shaft, applying pressure to the vein. His body tenses as I swirl my tongue around the crown and back down his length, never slowing my pace.

“I’m going to come,” he grunts.

I lean forward, pushing his head back down my throat.

Tears sting at the corner of my eyes, but I don’t let that deter me as he fucks my mouth with abandon, growling in approval as my swollen lips bob up and down around his shaft at the rapid pace we’ve set.

I wrap my free hand around his balls, squeezing gently.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans as his muscles tighten. “You’re going to swallow every drop,” he orders, his grip around my neck relaxing.

I nod the best I can as his cock jerks under my hand. He doesn’t look away as I lap up every drop, licking him clean.

When I’ve finished, his cock springs free from my mouth with a pop .

“You’re so damn pretty on your knees,” he murmurs reverently.

I bite my lower lip, warmth blooming in my chest. I’m addicted to his praise and the way he takes charge, showing that he knows exactly what I crave and how to give it to me—right down to the commanding tone he uses when telling me to swallow.

Jensen draws me out of my thoughts as he wipes a bead of cum dripping down my chin. With my gaze locked on his, I grab his wrist and run my tongue over his finger, licking it clean .

“That’s my girl,” he croons.

When I’m finished, he reaches down and pulls me to my feet.

Being with him leaves me dizzy, a rush from every possessive glance and touch, etched into my skin and impossible to shake.

I crave his praise and the way his magnetic energy takes over when we’re alone—it’s everything I’ve imagined, but never experienced until now.

He tucks his semi-hard cock back inside his boxers and pulls up his pants, zipping them in place. His eyes meet mine as he smooths my hair with a tenderness that steals my breath, then kisses my temple.

“Coming back after a long day of baling hay is a whole lot more enjoyable when you’re waiting for me. Now it’s my time to—” Jensen cuts himself off at the sound of a truck pulling in front of the barn.

I sigh. I swear that was the quickest twenty minutes of my life.

“I owe you three more orgasms tonight,” Jensen promises, a devastatingly handsome smile on his face.

“Three? How do you figure that?” I ask, intrigued.

Jensen lifts a finger. “You gave me the best damn blow job I’ve ever had.

” He holds up another one. “We were rudely interrupted this morning, and I don’t believe in leaving a woman high and dry before starting her day.

And last, I’m dying to taste you again,” he says, raising a third finger as he leans in, brushing his lips against mine.

“I suppose denying you would be bad manners, and we can’t have that,” I tease, giving him a quick kiss.

We’re halfway to the exit when Heath walks inside the barn. “Where the hell have you two been?” He gives us a once-over, arching a brow. “Seriously? You couldn’t wait a few more hours? I swear, Jensen, if this ends with you as a dad of two, you can count me out of babysitting ever again. ”

“I second that or I’m charging double for emotional damages,” Walker adds as he steps up beside Heath.

“Don’t we have a dinner to get to?” I quip.

Jensen leans in and whispers in my ear, “I’m starving.”

Butterflies stir in my belly as heat rises to my cheeks, and I find myself slipping further into his orbit with each passing minute.