about it and simply let him help her.
He drank half a bottle of water and wiped the sweat from his brow. “We need a plan.”
Devin laughed. “How in the world did you ever get into bull riding? Bull riders don’t plan.”
Blaine narrowed his eyes. Devin was the wild child of the bunch, as well as the baby. He was two years younger than the rest and his lack of maturity showed more times than not. He liked adventure. Erin always told Blaine that Devin wanted to be like him when he grew up.
“To be successful, you plan.” Blaine tossed the empty water bottle in the back of the truck. He’d lost his Stetson a while back when he’d been helping Devin work on the fence. “We need a plan.”
“She’s going to feel obligated to pay you.” Devin shrugged. “There is no keeping secrets from that woman. She should have been a PI.”
Blaine couldn’t help but to agree. There was little Erin didn’t know. He hoisted himself up onto the tailgate and stared at the back of the house. Dierks never met them in the field like he’d promised, and Blaine suspected he’d snuck off to see Erin. His suspicions were confirmed when the two stepped onto the back deck of the house.
“She’ll also notice that you whipped the ranch hands in line.”
Blaine scoffed, still watching Dierks and Erin. “She’ll have to get over it.”
Blaine jumped down from the tailgate and headed toward Erin. He wouldn’t overstep his boundaries, but he would take care of her. He met them on the deck, near the pool. Dierks had her smiling and laughing at something he’d said.
“What’s so funny?” Blaine asked, coming up behind her.
She turned toward him, still smiling. “Nothing.” She glanced at him. “You’re all sweaty.”
“It’s called working, babe. Something Dierks should have been doing instead of chatting with you.”
Dierks rolled his eyes. “I’m going.” He leaned in to kiss Erin and headed off toward the truck in a full run.
“That boy is trouble,” Erin said with a grin.
Blaine leaned against the railing. “You two seem chummy.”
She reached out to cup his cheek. “It’s not like you to be jealous.”
He sighed. “I’m not.”
And he wasn’t. Not too much anyway. All the men had an agreement. Erin could be with whoever she wanted between them and the others would not interfere. He wanted her to be with him, and damn near thought about it every free moment he had. Five years away from her was too damn long.
“I’d hug you, but you stink.” Erin chuckled. “You really need a shower.”
Blaine grabbed her hand, grinning. “Let’s go then.”
Blaine led her through the house and to her bedroom with Erin protesting the entire way. Her futile remarks fell on deaf ears. He wasn’t about to let her talk herself out of being with him again. He locked the bedroom door behind them and went to the patio door to make sure it was secured. Erin panted, standing with her hands on her hips as she watched him.
“Strip.”
She shook her head. “You are crazy.”
“No I’m not. We’re going to do our hugging in the shower.” He grabbed his damp T-shirt and pulled it over his head. “Strip.”
To his surprise, she reached for the buckles on her overalls. He didn’t know why she preferred the damned things over normal clothes. Blaine worked on undoing his fly when Erin dropped her overalls to the ground.
“You really are determined to sleep with me, aren’t you?”
Blaine glanced at her tank top and yellow panties. “I slept with you last night. Right now, we’re going to fuck.”
She paused, as if the coarse language surprised her. “You have a way with words.”
He shrugged and kicked off his boots. “I can say it romantically or point-blank. The results remain the same.”
“Fine. I prefer romantically.”
He blew out a frustrated breath. “Erin, there comes a time in a man’s life where he wants to share physical pleasure with a woman. Pleasure that neither one of them will