Free Cowboy Country by Sandy Sullivan, Raeanne Hadley, Deb Julienne, Lilly Christine, D'Ann Lindun Page B

bleak with the dark, low clouds hanging off in the distance. If she didn't know better, it appeared to be getting ready to snow. "Great. I love driving in shitty weather," she grumbled, climbing down from the truck and slamming the door.
    Tucker emerged from around the passenger side. "Do you want anything from inside for the road?" he asked, sliding his credit card into the pump so she could fill up.
    "Yeah. Grab me a bottle of water. A big one and a Snickers. I need my sugar fix for after dinner."
    The brush of his lips on hers, took her by surprise. It appeared like he was going to make her regret her decision of strictly business partners.
    "No problem. I'll be right back."
    Jeans fit snug against the curve of his ass. Her cheeks puffed out with the breath she released in a rush. Never in her life had she felt this sexually wound up.
    "Good grief. I need to get my head out from between my legs. If this keeps up, it'll take us over a week to hit Vegas because we'll be stopping every hundred miles to screw around." The dial on the gas pump ticked off the hundreds of dollars it cost to fill her tank, while she watched in rapt attention, waiting for Tucker to return.
    "Well if it ain't Jacie. How the hell are ya, honey?"
    She laughed when a big, burly, six-foot something man picked her up and swung her around in a circle. A swift punch to his bulky arm only bounced off the rock hard bicep of his upper limb.
    "It's great to see you, Sam. Where you been? You haven't even been on the radio lately. I miss our talks, ya know."
    A frown crossed his face and she felt her heart flip over. Something wasn't right.
    "Are you going to introduce me to your friend, Jacie?" Tucker stopped at her side, handing her the water.
    One look at his face showed the irritation she'd heard in his voice. If she didn't know better he almost sounded…jealous.
    "Tucker, this is Sam. A good friend of mine. Sam, this is Tucker. My cargo belongs to him."
    "What kind of cargo?"
    "An—"
    "A PBR American Bucking Bull," Tucker said, interrupting her, much to her irritation.
    She silently compared the two men and unfortunately, Sam came up short. Tucker and Sam stood pretty close to the same height. Sam had bulges and more muscle mass than a professional wrestler, whereas Tucker had the lean build of a hard-working man. Someone who doesn't sit on his hands if there's work to be done, but jumps in and gets physical right alongside his men. Tucker's baby blues could be warm and soothing like earlier as they were about to have sex or icy blue if he was angry. Sam sported big brown eyes like a big teddy bear. That's exactly what she thought of her friend.
    "Easy you two." Stepping between the two men, she told Sam about their trip to Vegas, a little about the trouble she'd had in Oklahoma and how Tucker had helped her out. "We've got a business deal. I run the bull to Sin City, he's paying for expenses."
    "I never thought I'd see the day. You're hot for this guy," Sam snarled.
    Where the hell did that come from? "Wait a minute here. You aren't my father nor are you my brother so back off, Sam. If anything goes on between me and Tucker, it's none of your business."
    "You said it, darlin'," Tucker replied with what looked like a sneer to his lips. The swift elbow to his abdomen cut off his words.
    "Does your daddy know you're truckin' with some guy and spreadin' those gorgeous thighs for him?"
    "We aren't sleeping together, Sam. Even if we were, it's no concern of yours."
    "How about I make a phone call then, eh?"
    "All right, Sam, I've had enough of this. You may be my cousin, but you can't tell me what to do. I'm well over eighteen and legal is all fifty states. Again, I repeat. It's none of your business what I do or don't do." She crossed both arms over her chest and tapped the toe of her boot on the pavement. "So you know, my daddy left me high and dry in Littleton. Pissed is a mild word for what I'm feeling toward him right now."
    "Let's get going, Jacie,"