Free Two Cowboys in Her Crosshairs [Hellfire Ranch] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Jennifer August Page B

Hudson reached out and placed his hand over hers. “We can get some dessert and coffee and bullshit over stuff.” And by stuff, he meant talk about Jake.
    She didn’t move her hand away as she thought about it.
    Hudson tried not to let the continued contact go to his head—either of them—but it was hard to do. The softness of her skin beneath his palm was alluring and made his very active imagination conjure up just how soft the rest of her would be.
    “All right, thanks.” She looked down. “But I’d like to change first. I get the feeling I’d be a bit overdressed.”
    Hudson waggled his brows. “I’ll be happy to come inside and watch you change.”
    She laughed and shook her head. “You’re a horrible flirt.”
    “Nah,” he protested. “I’m a great flirt. Ask anyone.”
    Olivia chuckled again and gave him a sultry smile that made his jeans tent fast and hard. Hudson sucked in a breath as the air shimmered. Somehow, he didn’t think the sudden wave was from the midday May air.
    “I’m real fast at getting out of my clothes, Hudson. I won’t be long.” She winked and spun around.
    He watched her, mouth hanging open like a big-mouth bass. She fished her key from her pocket, shoved it in the lock, and pushed the door open. She gave him a little wave as she stepped inside.
    Hudson rolled the window back up, cranked the AC knob over to full blast, and pointed the vents at his crotch.
    Minutes later he was still hard as a rock. All that time in the truck and he’d spent it fantasizing about what she’d look like when she came back out.
    He was not prepared for the vision she presented, and his dick kicked back into high gear. Hudson gritted his teeth, pushed open the door, and jumped down to the pavement.
    Just as she reached the curb, he caught her arm and gently led her to the passenger side.
    “You look beautiful,” he said as he handed her up.
    She gave him a shy smile. “Thanks. I don’t know what possessed me to bring this.”
    “This” was a lightweight, red cotton sundress that hugged her body in all the right places. The tight banded top cupped her breasts the way he wanted to and pushed them upward. The banding continued down her slender stomach and flared into a wide skirt that stopped just above her knees. She’d buckled on red, strappy heels that made her calves look as tight as a frog’s ass.
    Hudson shuddered as clambered back into the truck. He fumbled with his seat belt until it finally clicked into place. Throwing the gear into reverse, he slung his arm over the bench seat and grazed the nape of her neck.
    He froze.
    Then he softly curled his fingers up to tug on a dangling tendril of black hair.
    She cleared her throat as she bent her head away.
    Hudson pulled his hand back slightly and backed out of the parking space.
    He pointed them toward the heart of Freedom and scrambled for something to say. His mind was blank. This never happened.
    “Are you related to Jake?”
    The mention of his best friend spurred him back to reality and Hudson relaxed. “No,” he said. “But if I could have chosen a brother, it would be him. We grew up together.”
    “Here?” She waved at the passing scenery.
    Rolling green hills bordered one side of the road while miles of barbed-wire fencing bracketed the other. “No,” he said. “We grew up in the suburbs of Dallas-Fort Worth.”
    “How old were you when you met?”
    Hudson squinted into the bright sunlight and fumbled for his sunglasses. He cursed when he dropped them and started to bend over.
    The truck swerved on the road.
    “I’ll get them,” she yelled.
    Before he could protest, her head was near his knee and the soft scent of jasmine tickled his nose. Her hand settled on his leg, and he knew it was for balance, but that didn’t stop his cock from surging high and tight.
    “Here,” she said.
    He took the sunglasses, shook out a leg, and slid them over his eyes. “Thanks,” he rasped. “I thought you didn’t wear