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

you call me sugar tits again, you will.”
    The corner of his mouth quirked up, which pissed her off more. For thirty seconds, she fought like crazy. He held her, spitting out blonde hairs and taking the occasional knee to the thigh.
    It was the most exhilarating moment he’d had in a long time.
    “All right, all right. I won’t call you that anymore. They are sugary good, though.”
    She sagged in his hold. “They’re small.”
    Startled, he stared at her. Bree was bold and overconfident to the extreme—at least on the surface. It appeared Miss Great Legs might not be so in love with herself, after all. She had hang-ups about size. Most likely, because the media supported women with huge breasts and disproportionate waists, she’d fallen into thinking she was inadequate.
    “Size doesn’t make them less tantalizing, sweetheart.”
    With a grunt, she tore free. She ran up the ridge and he caught her at the top. In silence, he walked at her side as they made their way to the place where she’d shimmied under the fence.
    “I got it from here,” she said without looking at him.
    “Make sure I don’t see you back on this ranch. Next time I will tell Daddy.”
    She shot him a glare then dropped down and performed a perfect roll beneath the barbed wire. When she gained her feet, she took off in a run, silhouetted by the sun, running back to the place she belonged.
    “Bree!”
    She turned.
    “I promise never to call you that again.”
    She must have known what he was talking about. With a wave, she started running again.
    Smiling, Ty crouched and skimmed a finger over the blonde hairs still caught in the wire.

Chapter Three
    Elliot crowded onto the bench beside Ty. The warm, familiar length of thigh against Ty’s made him look up. Elliot’s gaze met his.
    From down the bench, the words “Ty and Elliot” reached him.
    Shit.
    Ty inched away a bit and spooned his morning oatmeal faster.
    “Where’s your lady this morning?” Elliot asked. If he felt the wall Ty was trying to erect, his tone didn’t reflect it.
    “Wore her out,” Ty said around a mouthful. He eyed his friend, and they shared a grin.
    “You got that sweet little brunette, didn’t you? Jill?”
    “Yep.” He grabbed his orange juice and drank half of it.
    “What’s Jill’s reason for being here again? I remember reading something different on her cut sheet before we started the week.”
    “She has unusually long orgasms,” Ty said.
    The Boot Knockers across from them perked up their ears.
    “Like how long?” Stowe leaned over his plate of eggs.
    Ty could leave them hanging, but finding a woman who could orgasm for nearly an hour straight was like discovering an oil geyser.
    “Her last orgasm was thirty-eight minutes.”
    “What the…” Stowe whistled low.
    “Are you shitting us, Ty?”
    “Nope.”
    “And she’s here why? Obviously she has little trouble getting off.”
    “Because the men she’s been with have called her a liar, saying no one can be in a euphoric state for so long and she must be faking.” Usually Ty specialized in women with skewed body images, and having this little lady was refreshing.
    “Damn, that’s harsh,” Elliot added.
    “It’s made her wary of sex, but after last night, I think she’s cured,” Ty said.
    “Can she orgasm more than once a session?” Elliot asked.
    “Oh yeahhh,” he drawled.
    “What do you do while she’s coming? Kick back and watch TV?” Stowe looked a little more tired than normal, and brackets were formed around his mouth. For the past few weeks, he’d seemed a bit depressed. Ty hadn’t seen Stowe even joke around. He wondered if it was a particular client who’d tied Stowe in knots—instead of the other way around.
    “Hell no. I keep things going.”
    “How?” Elliot asked.
    “Hold her, caress her. And getting a blowjob by a woman who is still coming from the barest touch of your fingers is pretty damn hot.”
    The guys whooped.
    “Damn,” Elliot said. “Wish