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sorry.” He planted a hand low on her back. “Come on. I’ll introduce you to my horse.”
     
     
    The silence in the barn soothed Riggs’s flayed nerves. With only the music of horses shifting in the hay and the occasional snort or nicker, he calmed.
    So stupid to still be thinking about that woman and Hugh together. Riggs had lost and won some rounds. Why was this different?
    He gripped the coarse-bristled brush and stroked it over Shoot the Moon’s coat. The familiar scent of the animal and the repetitious movement suddenly didn’t come close to sweeping away the irritation in his veins. Birds flitted in the barn rafters.
    Without competing this week, Riggs wouldn’t have a girl in his bed. That meant he’d need to find solace elsewhere. With Hugh.
    His cock swelled at the memories of facing Hugh, his knees pressed up and back while Hugh sank into him inch by big, mind-blowing inch.
    He loved to bottom for Hugh. Loved when Hugh ordered him to suck his cock. The thick length filling his mouth gave him a satisfaction he rarely got elsewhere. But something about Sibyll’s sweet expression made Riggs believe she could fill that void too.
    “Damn,” he murmured, brushing faster. Right about now Hugh would be making his move on Sibyll, and that idea burned. Yeah, Riggs might be asked to join in as a third with them, but he’d have to bow out.
    He couldn’t keep putting himself through this, could he? Months ago, his role on the ranch had lost its appeal after he’d been alone with Hugh for the first time. Hugh had come across him in the barn and they’d worked together to pull a foal.
    Hours of fighting to save the horse and newborn had resulted in him and Hugh sharing a shower. Soaping muscles, fondling hard cocks. Then Hugh had gone down on his knees and sucked Riggs’s shaft right to the back of his throat.
    Swift and strong. No apologies.
    In seconds, Riggs had climaxed and Hugh had held his shaking body as he calmed. Leaning against the shower wall, Hugh had kissed him for the first time. Before that, their threesomes had been purely physical.
    Since then they’d shared half a dozen encounters, and each time Riggs lost himself a little more. Even now Riggs couldn’t get the taste of the man out of his head.
    His craving for Hugh was too strong. He couldn’t risk the other Boot Knockers finding out. It wasn’t against their rules to have sexual relations with each other, but they’d all signed contracts prohibiting exclusivity with anyone inside or outside the ranch.
    Too late.
    Could Riggs really go through with his plan to find out if Hugh had feelings for him too?
    Life on the ranch had never felt so stifling. The barn and an hour-long gallop left him less settled than ever. He needed more—violence, sex. Passion.
    Hugh gave him all of that. His rough sex play and the emotional tornado inside Riggs when they were together was exactly the cocktail Riggs desired.
    Maybe there’s a twelve-step program for me.
    Hello, I’m Riggs, and I fear I want more from my best friend.
    The thump of a boot heel on the wooden floor made Riggs jerk his head up from his task. He swung around to see the silhouette of a man in the doorway, outlined by sun, his face shadowed by the battered brown hat he always wore.
    “Riggs.” Hugh nodded.
    Sibyll was with him, of course.
    Riggs’s gaze jumped from the face of the man he’d just been daydreaming about to the soft woman at his side. She was barefoot, standing only to Hugh’s chest. That meant she’d only reach that high on Riggs too.
    He clamped his fingers around the horse brush to keep from doing anything rash—like storming across the barn to her, picking her up and trapping her against a wall with his body.
    His balls tingled with the need for release.
    “Sibyll,” Hugh’s drawl formed her name perfectly, “you remember Riggs.”
    “Yes.” Was her quiet reply breathless, or was that Riggs’s imagination?
    He twitched his hat down. “Nice seein’ you