Free Compromised Cowgirl by Reece Butler

the world. When she bested him, he’d grit his teeth and glare. She knew it was only a matter of time before he proved he could be better than her. He’d find something, just to prove it.
    What would it be like to lie down with a man so masterful? One who knew his way around a woman and could show her what she’d been missing?
    She shifted in the saddle, rubbing her pussy against the hard leather. If she stood in her stirrups and leaned forward, could she rub herself against the saddle horn? Naw, she’d better concentrate on work.
    She turned her horse to ride even higher above the ranch. She should check out the draws and gulches where longhorns might get stuck. It was best to get a good idea of potential problems and fix them before problems happened. She’d report them to the boss, recommending which areas they should block off.
    “You think I should talk to Ace, Trouble?”
    The horse flicked an ear.
    “You’re right. I’ll draw them on paper and leave it on the table for him to find.”
    She could recommend all she liked. If Ace didn’t like what she said, he ignored her. He did that a lot. For some reason, he’d been mad at her right from the start. Of course, she’d egged him on, but how else was she going to put up with his arrogance?
    Sin told her Ace’s older brother was the Earl of Denby and lived in this huge palace in England . All of them were younger brothers of aristocrats. Though their families might have money and property, they’d inherit nothing since the eldest got everything. She admired their gumption at wanting to make their own way. So far, they’d done well, though almost all of it came from a game of cards.
    At least they knew how to work hard. All of them stayed in the saddle as long as she did, every day. Henry and Sin slept in the cabin’s loft while Ace took the corner bed. She went in and put the coffee on every morning. The smell woke them, and they’d grunt their thanks. Ace, sleeping in the bed across the room from her, wouldn’t even lift his head.
    The few times she did catch him looking, he had a strange look on his face. He’d bellow at her to get out and saddle the horses. She’d throw down whatever she was holding and slam the door behind her.
    Once, she stuck out her tongue at his back while they were riding. He’d whipped his head around and caught her. She’d kicked Trouble and raced off before he could thrash her. She figured he was the type to take a switch to a boy’s bare backside. She remembered how much that hurt and wanted nothing to do with it.
    Plus, if she dropped her pants and bent over he’d get a big surprise. The way he hated her, he probably would wallop her behind, tell her to pull up her pants and get back to work. Worse, he might fire her, and then Ranger wouldn’t let her be a partner in the Bitterroot.
    Now, if she dropped her pants in front of Sin…
    Sin would slide his magic fingers around her backside and stroke her pussy. She knew it would feel better than when she touched herself. She overheard her brothers talking about it feeling far better when a woman had her hand on their cock, so the opposite should be true.
    She automatically kept her head lower than the ridge as she approached one of the streams that brought freezing water down from the mountains. She couldn’t figure out how the same mountains held hot springs . There was one on the Double Diamond above the cabin, but she hadn’t said a word about it. When she was finished with her three weeks she was going to strip off her corset and soak away all her aches in the hot water. She passed the halfway mark already, with about ten days left to go.
    She dismounted to check tracks. Deer and elk, of course, as well as antelope. She’d mention the large paw tracks to Ace. The claws meant they were wolves. Texas longhorns knew how to protect themselves, but a hungry pack would gladly make a meal out of a few calves.
    On a hunch, she splashed along the stream for a bit. She