Cowboy Got Me Shook (BWWM Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

thinking? He was out of his mind.
    Just like you said...you fell into her trap. She had one card over you, Grant, and that was sex.
    And you let her do it. You let her do it, you stupid bastard.
    He tossed his hair with the towel, wishing he could rub the thoughts away. Grant needed coffee and some breakfast. Anything to get his mind off her. He threw on fresh jeans and a clean shirt, then crept through the hall, trying not to wake her.
    It would’ve been embarrassing to find her waiting there. He wouldn’t know what to say. He still hadn’t thought properly about it. Obviously, the girl was too young to know what she was doing.
    Too young to know what she was doing? She’s college age. She’s damn well old enough, and you know it. You’re only arguing with yourself because you liked it.
    You haven’t had that much fun in a long time.
    He grunted, falling into his chair and waiting for the coffee to brew. Grant kept his sights on the sun rising over his ranch. There would be a lot more work to do today, luckily for him, it would keep the evil thoughts at bay.
    Devil finds work for idle hands, and all that nonsense. It didn’t make much sense, since Grant had the roughest hands he knew, and yet he still allowed himself to be seduced like that by the girl who he was supposed to be watching.
    The coffee finished. He poured himself a tall cup and went right to it.
    Caffeine would set his mind right. He didn’t like to admit it, but Grant was quite addicted to it, and needed it to function properly. As he simmered over the cup, the cloudiness drifted away. The constant battle in his mind departed, and in came a focused strength.
    Sure, there was a lot of frustration involved in the idea he stormed up, but it felt right. Grant felt slighted from letting Angel get the better of him. If she wanted to play like that, he could too.
    He admitted to himself he liked the girl. He liked her a lot. Hell, what happened last night was plenty proof of that.
    But while he liked her, he knew that she needed discipline. She was unruly. And he didn’t like being tricked, so Grant came to a dire conclusion.
    The girl would be punished.
    Hard discipline was in order.
    She was coddled by her parents for too long. He had enough balls to put her in her place, and he would do it according to his method, the no bullshit method.
    If she thought she had it hard the day before, she was in for a surprise.
    Grant smirked, finishing the rest of the coffee. He would drink the rest of the pot, loving how devilish yet honest his mind worked.
     
     
    “Up,” she heard as she struggled in the sheets.
    She pushed whoever it was away. Angel rolled over, hoping that they would get the hint.
    They threw the blankets off. She was still in her clothes from the night before, and she brushed the hair away from her eyes, shocked over the light shining through the window. Someone had pulled the shade apart.
    “What?”
    “Up,” he said again.
    Angel realized where she was. Back on ranch hell. Another day of hard labor under the cowboy’s guidance. She threw the covers over herself again, but then Grant snatched them from her, tossing them off the bed.
    “Breakfast is on the table. Hurry up and eat. We’ve got work to do.”
    “Why didn’t you mention breakfast in the first place? That should’ve been the first thing you said.” Angel woke, rubbing her eyes, and then got out bed. She staggered, her legs still sleepy. She headed to the bathroom instead.
    “Where are you going?”
    “Shower,” she grumbled. Grant backed off, pacing away.
    “Come outside when you’re done, and hurry up. I’m not kidding about the work.”
    Jesus, you’d think a guy who just got sucked off would be a little happier. She slammed the bathroom door close and undressed. Angel hopped into the shower, took a little to figure out the new handles, and then turned on the steaming water.
    Splashing against her soft, sensitive skin, she felt reinvigorated. Brand new. The