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and he turned abruptly.
I ll see you when you get back, Brett said, walking down the hallway.
Sure. Cade waited for the door to close behind the other man before dropping the empty Budweiser
cans on the hall table and racing up the stairs. He had his jeans unzipped before he got to the bathroom. He
tore the rest of his clothes off and reached into the shower stall to turn on the water. With a sigh of relief, he
stepped beneath the hot spray and wrapped his hand around his dick. For fuck s sake. This was what two
hours spent in Brett s company drove him to. Jacking off in his damn shower. What the hell age was he?
Sixteen?
He closed his eyes as he pumped his hand up and down. His skin stretched tight over his shaft, the
head bulging, drops of come already seeping from the slit. He dipped his head and breathed in, imagining
Brett s naked body as his strokes quickened. Smooth golden skin. Flexing muscle. Powerful thighs and an
enormous cock he knew would drive him to pleasure as he d never known it before.
The jets of water drowned out his strangled gasp as his dick swelled further. His balls drew tight
beneath him. So fucking close. With a ruthless grip, he pulled his hand up his cock and swiped his thumb
over the broad head. In his mind, he conjured up Brett s face, the full lips that so often pressed into a harsh
line of disapproval. He could almost hear the man s voice telling him exactly what he was doing wrong. He
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tried to manipulate what Brett had said in the past into what he ached to hear now. Bend over, he
imagined Brett saying hoarsely. Bend over. Let me fuck you.
Cade let out a long moan as his climax exploded, his balls emptying all over his fist. He pictured Brett
on his knees before him and watched the mirage lick up his sticky release. His whole body shuddered, his
skin tingling with excitement. He rested his forearms against the stall s tiled walls and sucked in a deep
breath.
He needed to get laid. Fast.
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Chapter Five
The following morning dragged as Brett got to grips with paperwork he d been pushing aside since
the accident. The tedious work had his brain working overtime and it was darn typical that Cade had chosen
that day for riding down to El Paso. Back in New York Cade dealt with paperwork all the time, so why the
hell wasn t he looking after this crap?
At noon, Brett passed the halfway point and pushed back from the desk. Enough for now. He d head
into the yard, see what needed doing. Nothing like manual labor to relax his mind.
The midday sun beat down on him as he worked, searing through the thin material of his shirt. He
didn t mind. He thrived on the heat, loved how it made him sweat. Cade was different that way. He liked
the sun well enough but when it shone this hard he kept to the shade.
Remembering the man s mention of New York the previous evening, Brett frowned. He couldn t
figure the guy out. Did he want to go back to New York or would he stick around? He didn t seem to know
himself and it was starting to piss Brett off.
He stepped back from the four-wheeler he d been washing down and placed his hands on his hips. If
he was honest with himself, it bothered him that Cade was even entertaining thoughts of leaving. Since the
night at Billy s he d started to really like the guy. Their minds worked the same way and Brett had been
caught off-guard once or twice when Cade had said the exact words he d been thinking. They had the same
goals for the ranch. Without their fathers around they could focus on modernizing the ranch, letting go of
the old tried-and-tested ways and bringing in something new. Cade s enthusiasm for the project had rubbed
off on Brett and, as he stared out at the rolling meadows and steep hills of the ranch, he saw more potential
in the land than he had in a long time. Besides Cade s enthusiasm and ideas, he worked hard and he worked
well, which earned a lot of respect from Brett. He cooked a mean steak dinner too. Shaking his head, Brett
tried to imagine the ranch without Cade s presence. He couldn t. But he was damn sure it would be
different.
He d have Jimmy, of course, and they got along well. They were family. And Paul and Danny did
their bit. But Cade brought something that had been missing before an energy and a sense of humor that
kept them all on a balanced level. It seemed he was always in good spirits, laughing and kidding around
even as he worked. Without him around, Brett was willing to bet the atmosphere would get pretty damn
depressing after a while.
Hello, a voice, a female voice, called warily somewhere out front. Anyone home?
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Brett grabbed his Stetson from where he d left it on the vehicle and placed it on his head as he jogged
around the house. The sight of a slender blonde woman in a short pink dress greeted him. If her Eastern
twang hadn t been enough to negate her of a Texan background, her four-inch stilettos did the trick.
Spotting his approach, she pushed her sunglasses up into her hair and her red lips stretched into a
smile.
Hi there, he greeted, wiping his greasy palms on the front of his jeans. You lost, ma am?
Her smile widened and a perfect set of whites flashed at him. Nope. I m not lost. Her gaze drifted
over the length of his body, resting for a second at his groin before working its way back up to his face. She
tilted her head to the side and her blonde hair fell in a curtain over one shoulder. Though I wouldn t mind
being your damsel in distress.
The blatant come-on in her honeyed voice made him laugh. Can t say I d mind that either. He
folded his arms across his chest, recognition setting in. You re Cade s girl.
She laughed and the fun-loving throaty sound tugged between his legs.
Cade s girl? she asked, humor drenching her tone. I m no one s girl.
He raised a brow. Glad to hear it.
She ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip, drawing his eyes to her mouth. He let his gaze linger
there before meeting her knowing eyes again.
Why don t you come on in? he said, backing up toward the house. Cade s in El Paso. Won t be
back till late tonight.
That ll give us a chance to get to know one another, she said silkily.
He grinned and gestured for her to follow him inside. She was a firecracker, this one.
You want something to eat? he asked when they stepped inside the kitchen.
What have you got?
He pulled open the refrigerator and peered inside. Not much. His thoughts turned to Delia s Diner
and he faced his guest again. Feel like some good Southern cooking?
You re on.
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