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clothes and back up again with a scowl. Who was he to tell me I couldn’t wear what I wanted to? I was three seconds from opening my mouth to give him a serving when a gaping Austin stood before me and groaned, “I—ah, they’re short and that’s… Jesus Christ, you’re freaking hot!”
    “Like I said, you can’t wear that,” Destry sighed and bent down to pick up the plate he’d dropped.
    “I can and I will. They’re shorts and a shirt. Not a big deal; get over it,” I chastised him. My mother had forever told me what was the ‘proper’ thing to wear and I wasn’t about to let a bunch of horny boys tell me I couldn’t wear what I wanted.
    “I’m headin’ out to round up the cows. See y’all soon.” Braxton grabbed his hat from the hook by the back door and left.
    I squatted down in front of Destry to help pick up the last of the mess when I registered two less people. “Where are your grandparents?” I asked quietly, hoping they were still asleep; I didn’t want to wake them.
    “Gone away for a week to visit our cousins.” My eyes snapped up just as he looked away from the swell of my breasts against my white cotton tank. Destry cleared his throat and focused on the pieces of crockery. “They left earlier.”
    "Well, we should get going. Braxton isn't going to move those cows himself and I'd hate for him to think I couldn't keep up.” I smiled sweetly as he registered the fact I’d heard every word he said. I grabbed the Stetson I’d borrowed from Ellie-May and a piece of buttered toast, popping the corner in my mouth before walking out the back screen door.
    When I didn’t hear it shut behind me I looked over my shoulder to find Destry with his own hat in his hand, his eyes watching after me. I stepped onto the compressed gravel and slid my sunglasses onto my face, pretending to know exactly what we were supposed to be doing.
    The rumble of an engine peaked my interest as Braxton rode out of a huge barn on a blue four-wheeler. The pure power of the engine had my scalp tingling and excitement building. I’d never been allowed to ride one; this hadn’t stopped me though. On a few occasions, I’d snuck off and hired one just so I could get away from the madness of my parents and their rules. A smile crept over my face as I climbed over the short fence and jumped down. Braxton winked at me and pulled the quad up in front of me, giving the engine a rev that had me throwing my head back and laughing.
    “We’re takin’ the truck.” Destry’s gravelly voice close to my ear startled me, and I spun around, almost tripping over my own feet. His big hands shot out, grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me against his solid body. I could feel the warmth of his tanned hands through my light cotton tank. Goose bumps broke over my arms as I tried to hold back a shiver of want. His muscled arms had me doing a slow crawl up to his wide shoulders, which promised he was very able to lift a girl up and give it to her anyway she might want it. His grip on me tightened slightly as my nipples hardened under my bra. My breathing became heavier when he licked his full, soft lips, and without my consent, my own tongue darted out to mirror the action. I bit down on my bottom lip to stop the small moan I could feel working its way to the surface. Looking up, his blue eyes sparkled down at me, desire written all over his face, a look that was quickly sending my breathing into dangerous territory.
     

“Fuck no.” I watched as Amelia rode off with her head thrown back laughing, one arm wrapped far too low around my brother’s waist, the other holding her hat on as the wind flew through her hair. An insane urge to go after them and snatch her off Austin’s bike crashed over me. I took a few steps before it occurred to me that I didn’t care if she was plastered up against my brother. No, I didn’t care one little bit. I did, however, ponder while I jumped on my own quad; I needed to know what it was about her