Montana Gold. Genell Dellin

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      “No,” she gasped, “get it off…”

      He peeled the stretchy tank top over her head and she felt a fleeting happiness that she wasn’t wearing a bra, then his tongue began to flick around her hard nipple and she rode a wave of sensation she’d never felt before. It shot all the way to the core of her. She saw colors on the backs of her eyelids.

      She arched her back to rub against his hard groin.

      Her mind flashed to life again, thoughts flickering like the glimpses of Chase when she opened her eyes, here and then gone when she sank into the feelings that filled her. She didn’t care if this was a good idea or not. She did have sexual feelings, that was what she needed to know. She was feeling this, actually liking this. Maybe she was normal, after all. Maybe she could be a real woman with a whole life.

      But then all thought left her. Chase moved to the other breast and sent a new sensuality pulsing into her blood.

      Then he was gone. Her eyes flared open and her arms reached to bring him back again. But he was on his knees, ripping off his own shirt, and she dropped her arms to her sides while she stared. Greedily.

      He was gorgeous. Heavy-shouldered, broad-chested, muscled and scarred. She had to touch him. She had to feel him. He dropped the shirt and she grabbed it to wipe her hands, which made him grin, then she ran the flats of her hands up his arms, over his shoulders and down, slowly, slowly, into the hairy center of his chest where the sinews crossed under his skin.

      His gaze was like molten chocolate in the glow of the lamp. It stayed on hers as if he’d never look away.

      “I sure am glad you wiped the honey off your hands,” he drawled as she twined her fingers in the mat of hair.

      She started tracing a path with one fingertip down the center of him to the waist of the baggy shorts and then underneath it.

      “All right,” he murmured, and they laughed softly against each other’s lips when he bent down for another kiss.

      It was a quick one that led to another on her throat, another farther down in the hollow of her neck, and one, just one, between her breasts. He kept dropping a trail of them, down and down, onto her abdomen, where he used his tongue as well. She felt the new, burgeoning thrill build into the pace of her pulse.

      Chase lifted his head and she whimpered in protest, but he silenced her with another kiss on her mouth. And with his hand, sliding into the waist of her soft cotton pants, pushing them out of the way, caressing her abdomen more with his palm, working his way down and down until he was stroking the hot, wet center of her with his deliciously hard fingertips.

      Then without warning, he stiffened and took his mouth away, lifted his head against the pull of her hands.

      “Nooo,” she murmured, trying to pull him back to her.

      He whispered, “Where’s your buddy, Missy Jo?”

      She heard it then, a woman’s voice right outside the door. Saying, “Aussie!”

      Elle hissed, “She’s supposed to be with Rodney! At his camper! Damn it.”

      Then, “Oh, no! Is he with her?”

      She reached for her shirt, every nerve strumming enough to make her hands shake.

      “Aussie, leave that alone.”

      The latch clicked and the door swung open. Missy Jo dashed in, watching Aussie running behind her. Elle had her head and one arm through the right holes in her sleeveless top when M.J. looked around…and down…and saw her and Chase.

      The shock on her face was priceless. The delight that followed it was too terrible to watch. Elle knew she’d never stop saying, “I told you so.”

      THE NEXT DAY, CHASE walked up to his buddy Travis Logs-don’s trailer where he’d left the rest of his gear. Trav, a team roper, was just saddling up to go practice.

      “Sounds like you done good,” he said to Chase. “I heard ’em announce your score.”

      “Yep,” Chase said, trying to dig his enthusiasm out of its hiding place, “I finally got past ol’ Crawdaddy.”

      “Cowboy Stampede Poker Game,” Travis said.

      Chase hesitated. He’d forgotten about the game. All he could think about was Elle and finishing what they’d started. He wanted to take her to dinner tonight. And to his room this time.

      However, he couldn’t run out on his friends. This game was a long-running tradition with them. Well, he’d think of an excuse later. Nothing was coming to him right now and it’d have to be something big.

      So he said, “Yep. Hope you’re ready to lose your money.”

      “No, man. That’s you.”

      They laughed and exchanged small talk about the game while Trav tightened his cinch and Chase checked his rigging for any sign of damage before he put it in his gear bag. Travis stopped talking in the middle of a sentence.

      “We got company,” he finally said.

      Chase turned around, and for a minute, he just stared. It took a second to get his mind around the fact that it was Shane staring back at him.

      “Hey, Shane,” Travis said, but Shane didn’t answer.

      “Shane?” Chase said, disbelieving. “What the hell? Why didn’t you tell me you were comin’ down?”

      Shane didn’t say a word. He stood there looking at him with such a terrible expression on his face that a sudden coldness trickled down Chase’s spine. He dropped his gear, reached the kid in three long strides, and grabbed him by the shoulders.

      “Talk to me,” he said. “Is it your mom?”

      Shane tried to pull away, but Chase wouldn’t let him.

      “My mom and you,” Shane said, his voice hard as the look in his eyes. “My parents. Who go ballistic if I lie to them.”

      Chase knew then, but he asked anyhow. Stalling for time like the coward he was.

      “What about us?”

      “Oh, nothing,” Shane said, his voice sliding upward. “Nothing at all but just telling me the biggest lie in the universe.”

      Tears sounded just under the surface. Clearly, the kid was about to lose it—and he’d be even more undone if he started bawling in front of Travis, so Chase let his hands drop to his sides and stood still, silently cursing the fact that Andie Lee hadn’t warned him this was coming.

      The least she could’ve done was give him a heads-up.

      The tears sprang into Shane’s eyes then and he narrowed his lids to hide them. He took a step backward that was like a hammer blow to Chase’s chest. He couldn’t lose him. He’d already lost Andie Lee.

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