Ropin' Hearts: The Boot Knockers Ranch, Book 4 Read Online Free PDF Page A

wanted a piece of land like this to call his own.
    He stuffed himself with chives and bacon goodness to near explosion then downed his beer in one continuous swallow. After returning his tray to the grub house, he went back out to the storage shed to find a fishing rod.
    The walk to the pond was peaceful. The body of water was the center of the ranch. Lots of guys brought their ladies down here. They held picnics and bonfires as well.
    As he ducked through some trees, he spied a couple taking advantage of the solitude. Two slim figures cut through the water. One splashed her partner.
    Feeling like a voyeur, Ty sat down, facing away, behind the trees and waited for them to crawl up the bank. Their laughter sounded along with a playful slap and a yowl of surprise.
    Several minutes later, the couple walked back to the ranch, arms around each other. With the coast clear, Ty came out of his hiding spot and threaded his hook with a rubber worm.
    Five casts later he felt the tension ease from his shoulders and his breathing deepened. Lately the ranch had begun to feel a little small. Twenty Boot Knockers and just as many women and a handful of personnel. Not to mention the threesomes now inhabiting the ranch and a few hired hands. A man couldn’t get a few minutes of solitude.
    He drew his brows together, staring at the spot his line entered the water. He adored his job and living on the ranch. What was his problem today?
    Probably lack of sleep. Yeah…
    A giggle made him jerk the line. Looking around, he caught sight of the tree branches moving. Another feminine laugh. Then a rumble from a man.
    Damn. Didn’t even catch a fish and I gotta sneak away.
    A boot flew out of the trees and landed ten feet away from Ty.
    He glared at that dark-brown leather cowgirl boot. Instant fury leaped in his chest.
    Damn it all, Bree’s back on the ranch. After carrying her over his shoulder, he’d recognize those boots anywhere.
    Tossing aside his rod, he stormed up the bank. Grabbed the boot. When he broke through the trees, he set eyes on a round ass in hot-pink panties with bows on the sides. And a Boot Knocker was busy untying them.
    “Hey!” Ty hurled the boot. It bounced off the cowboy’s shoulder and the lovers twisted to see who was throwing things at them.
    Bree’s face went through a transformation—eyes widening with terror, cheeks flooding with color. Finally her features settled into a look of blazing anger.
    But Ty was angrier.
    He started toward them. Bree locked a hand over her breasts, which had been bared, her bra straps hanging loose off her shoulders.
    “No point in covering up those sugar tits, sweetheart. I’ve already seen them. And so has he.”
    “What the hell’s wrong with you, Ty?” The Boot Knocker, Cameron, was one of the youngest among them. Because he was still thinking with his dick, Ty wouldn’t tell Hugh he was screwing around with Bree.
    “Get outta here if you know what’s good for you.” He stared at the cowboy’s surly expression. When the man didn’t move, Ty gritted his molars together. “I said, get out.” His voice was low, hot with barely harnessed rage.
    “She’s your girl? Hell, she was all alone. I didn’t know.”
    “Yeah, and she’s gonna stay all alone.” He reached for Bree. She brought a knee up to root him in the berries, but he leaned away. “Get your clothes on.”
    Her long, blonde hair seemed to float around her head as if controlled by her emotions. She jerked her bra back into place. As she reached back to hook it, Ty’s balls clenched tight. For a second he drowned in images of burying his nose between those B cups and inhaling her. And later clutching the mounds together to create a sheath around his cock.
    Ty looked away, at the Boot Knocker’s retreating back. He was carrying the clothes he wasn’t wearing.
    “How far’d you get with him?”
    “Not far.” Her twang grew more pronounced.
    God help him, her panties were slipping down her thigh, the