Buck (Rope 'n Ride #1) Read Online Free PDF

the way she needed to be touched.
    In the back of her mind she recognized the soft whickering of animals and a yowl of a barn cat. Then footsteps.
    “Someone’s coming.”
    “So?” He nudged her jaw to the side to access her neck. When his hot lips descended on her skin, she issued a harsh hiss of pleasure.
    Suddenly she realized that days before she’d dumped him and now she was in his arms again. Confusion settled over her. She wanted Buck yet…she wasn’t willing to compromise anymore. Either they were a real couple and did real couple things—like communicating and enjoying each other’s company outside of the sheets—or they weren’t a couple.
    Except they were expected to play a couple on reality TV.
    “Shit.” She dropped her arms from around his neck, and he released her as if coming to the same conclusion. They stared at each other. “We’re not going to be able to do this, are we?”
    “Maybe we need to practice more.” He gave her a crooked grin.
    Her eyes flared wider. Practicing was exactly what she wanted.
    “I meant…the talking part.” He took a step back and adjusted his hard cock inside his Wranglers.
    “You want to practice talking? Is this like a rehearsal?”
    “I guess so. Why don’t we get cleaned up and grab a couple iced teas and then sit on the porch and talk?”
    Try to talk.
    “Okay.” Except now she was hot and bothered and needed release. Her body was conditioned to get what it wanted and talking seemed like the most boring thing in the world to do. Even though it was what she wanted with Buck. A real relationship.
    When he scuffled out of the barn, leaving her to watch his fine, tight ass, she pushed out a breath. “Guess I’m going to earn every penny.”
    * * * * *
    There wasn’t enough cold water in all of Oklahoma to cut Buck’s arousal. He’d stripped down and walked straight into a freezing cold spray in the shower. But all he could think about was Channing. Her scalding tongue gliding against his, her round breasts pressed to his chest. And the hot feel of her crotch grinding on his erection.
    He threw his head back and let the icy water run over his pulse point. Hell, nothing was helping his cock. He was as stiff under the cold water as he’d been out in the barn.
    Shuddering, he dipped his head and let the drops run over him. Then he gave himself a cursory wash and got out of the shower. After drying off, he went into his bedroom. Without her possessions his space appeared vacant.
    His bottom drawer was empty. Half of his closet too. And her scents and makeup that had once littered his dresser top were gone.
    Sighing, he dressed in clean but worn jeans and a T-shirt with his endorser’s logo. Then he went into the kitchen, grabbed two glasses of sweet tea and headed for the porch.
    Channing wasn’t there yet, so he took a seat in their usual corner on the lounge chair. The days still faded fast at this time of year, but soon the hours would stretch and so would his schedule. Between the ranch and rodeo, he’d be at a snapping point. Dump in the film crew and he had no idea if he’d ever have a moment alone again.
    When Channing’s boot step sounded, he looked up.
    And his heart slammed his chest wall. God, how did she do that? Manage to freshen up with only a sink of water and a hairbrush? Hell, she probably hadn’t even brushed her hair but finger-raked out the tangles. He’d seen her do it many times.
    He sat forward as she moved toward him, looking as nervous as a kitten surrounded by German Shepherds. He watched her long legs and the sway of her hips. Her breasts bounced softly, reminding him of slow, intense fucks. And her blue eyes slayed him.
    Swallowing a grunt, he handed her the tea. “Have a seat.”
    She dragged her gaze over him, her expression dazed as if thinking of that time in the lounger too. “Thanks for the tea.” She perched on the edge of the nearest chair.
    “Got a lot done today,” he said, not caring in the least if