Free Boots and Twisters by Myla Jackson Page B

resist. She could see herself falling for his charm and cheerful demeanor and he’d been so good in bed, gentle, caring, everything a lover should be. Her heart raced at the image of a naked Isaac pulling her into his arms. Yes, she could fall for the nicer brother.
    Trent Jameson was the one who had her worried. Not only had he tried to blackmail her for a kiss, he was entirely too attractive in that bad-boy way for a mere mortal woman to resist. Even a woman who fancied herself a cowboy. Yes, she’d been a tomboy since she knew the difference between men and women. But she was also a woman with needs and the hormones to remind her of those needs. She’d denied herself for way too long and now her needs were clouding her brain.
    Riding with her legs wrapped around Trent, her breasts pressed against his back, her pulse was pounding, and she was in a lather. And for the second time in two years her girlie parts were hot, wet and ready for more than mending fences could satisfy.
    She hopped off the ATV and put some distance between her and the man causing her the disconcerting feelings. Hell, she’d already been with his brother. It would be wrong to have these lusty feelings for Trent.
    The bad boy tilted his head to the side. “The fence is over here.”
    “I know. I was just stretching the kinks out of my legs.” And trying to rein in her raging desire that had other places aching to be touched.
    Trent adjusted his jeans and untied the fence posts and pole pounder from the top of the utility box on the back of the ATV.
    By the time he’d thrown them on the ground, Lucky was back in control. Or so she told herself.
    She reached for the hammer, nails and barbed wire, her hand colliding with his, sending shockwaves up her arm and back to her core, making it ache even more.
    Maybe she should just give him that kiss he’d wanted the night before. She could hope he was a terrible kisser and she’d be over him before anything started.
    She glanced at him. Those full lips curled upward on the ends like he knew a secret. The secret that she was as horny as the women at Ladies Night out the previous night. The night before with his brother had only stirred in her a desire for more.
    Fire burned up her neck into her cheeks. She spun away and went to work, praying they’d finish quickly and she could go back to the barn. Surely there would be more horseshit to muck. Backbreaking, disgusting work would wipe this man’s sexy presence out of her mind.
    She’d made it all the way to the broken fence without the wire cutters before she got her head back on straight. Turning back to the ATV, her breath caught and lodged in her throat.
    Trent had chosen that moment to remove his shirt and hang it on one of the posts and then bent to check the loose strands.
    All the air left Lucky’s lungs in a rush and for a moment she felt light-headed.
    The man could make a helluva living stripping. She’d pay top dollar. And she could forget about forgetting him. No amount of horse droppings or sweaty labor would put that image out of her mind.
    Her knees shaking for the second time in as many days, she snapped her gaping mouth shut, grabbed for the wire cutters and hurried back to the fence.
    Using the wire cutters, she clipped the broken barbed wire.
    It had just enough tension left in it to spring back.
    “Fuck!” Trent yelled.
    As soon as the curse word left his mouth, Lucky knew what she’d done wrong. She’d been in such a hurry to get to work, she’d forgotten how barbed wire could curl up again when the tension was released.
    Cringing, she turned toward Trent and gasped.
    The strand of barbed wire had wrapped around his bare chest, digging into his skin, each barb poking a hole. Blood dripped in many places.
    “Sweet tea and grits!” She hurried toward him.
    “Don’t touch,” he said, his voice curt, his mouth set in a grim line.
    “But I have to get you out of that.” She searched for the ends of the wire.
    “You can’t