Free Valentine Cowboys by Cat Johnson

didn’t have time to say a proper hello when you arrived. I had to check her between contractions. It couldn’t wait.”
    He leaned down and planted a kiss directly on her lips. It was quick, and light but it had her barely able to answer.
    “It’s okay. You have work to do. Don’t let me get in your way.” She hoped her cheeks didn’t look as flushed as they felt.
    Dakota studied her closely and then smiled. “What’s up with you tonight?”
    “What? Nothing. Why would you ask?” She stuttered. Shit, he could read her too well. He somehow knew she was turned on. So much so that if he pulled off her pants right now, she’d spread her legs and beg for it.
    “You’re acting kind of strange. And your voice is a little too high.” His eyes opened wide. He grinned broader and took a step closer. He ran his hand down her arm. “You’re horny.”
    “What? No. Girls don’t get horny.”
    “Bullshit.” He frowned. “So if I slid my hand inside those little panties of yours, I wouldn’t find you wet?”
    “Dakota!” She tried to act indignant but she knew it was true. And she didn’t put it past him to check. Hell, she kind of hoped he did. “Okay. Maybe. A little.”
    Justus had wrapped up his phone call and was back, but stood by looking a little confused at finding Dakota bent so low that he was practically cheek-to-cheek with her. So close she could smell the soap he’d used to wash his hands.
    “Justus, our little city girl here is turned on by calving.” At Dakota’s words, warm air wisped across the skin of her cheek.
    “I didn’t say that.”
    “You didn’t have to.” Dakota turned his head just enough to glance at Justus. “Come over here.”
    Brow raised, Justus did as instructed.
    Dakota continued. “We’ve got some time before this calf comes.”
    “Yup.” Justus narrowed his eyes. “What did you have in mind?”
    “I think maybe Melody needs to relax a bit. She seems strung a little tight tonight.” Dakota slapped her butt and sent her jumping with a squeal, which only proved his point.
    “Melody?” Justus’s gaze focused on her.
    There was no denying it. Her panties were wet, her body was strung tight as a bow, and the solution to both problems were the two cowboys in front of her. To hell with worrying—about her job, her parents, her student loans, her virtue. To hell with it all. She glanced behind her. There was a stack of hay bales about waist-high covered with a horse blanket. Good enough.
    She reached for the waist of her jeans and undid the top button. “It has been a pretty stressful day. I think I do need to relax a little.” She heard the breath Justus expelled.
    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the smile cross Dakota’s lips.
    “I know just the thing.” He followed her to the hay where she sat on the edge and unzipped the fly of her pants. “I know it’s a little cold in here, so you better leave your sweater on. But these, have to go.” She squealed again as he grabbed the legs of her jeans and pulled them off, tugging them over her boots. “And these, too.” He slipped his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties and they followed the path her pants had taken.
    She resisted the urge to cover her nakedness as the two cowboys’ eyes bored into her. “Dakota. What if someone comes?”
    “Lock the door, Justus.”
    “Uh, the lock’s on the outside, Dakota.”
    “Oh, yeah. Guess we’ll have to risk it then.” Dakota smiled, obviously teasing her. “No one’s going to come out here. Blue’s away. Mrs. Jones will be happily watching television in her room by now. Besides, in about a minute, you won’t be able to think of anything besides what I’m doing to you.” Dakota got on his knees and pushed her legs wide, leaving his hands braced between her spread thighs. “Damn, you’re beautiful. Come look, Justus.”
    Justus, rooted to the floor nearby, finally moved. He took one step closer, focused solely on her pelvis, bare before him.