Free Wanted By The Cowboy Tiger (Heroes of Shifter Creek 3) by Clara Moore Page B

Janelle said. “But all the best boys do.” She looked sideways at Danny. “Do you think Roger did this?”
    “Do I think he went out and set your car on fire himself?” Danny asked. “No. I don’t. He’s too smart for that. Did he talk somebody else into doing it for him?” he shrugged. “That’s more his style.”
    “Chickenshit motherfucker.” Janelle shook her head. “Pardon my French.”
    “That’s French?” Danny said. “Down here we call that cowboy talk.” He slowed the truck down, turning left onto a side road. “Anyway, welcome to the Lost King Ranch.”
    “What’s that name about?” Janelle asked.
    “When I was a kid, my Dad worked here. We lived down by the river bottom, over that way,” Danny said, nodding out the truck window. “We didn’t have much, but things were alright. My Mom had a pair of blue heelers, Lady and King. She used to raise their pups for extra money.”
    They rounded a curve in the road, pulling up in front of a long, low home with a huge porch. Danny stopped the truck, but kept talking. “Lady never seemed to mind it when we sold off her pups, but King took it hard. He’d run all over the place looking for them.”
    “Poor King!” Janelle said.
    Danny nodded. “Yeah. He just couldn’t figure out where they went, and for a cattle dog? Not knowing something drives them nuts. One day he went out looking and never came back.”
    “The Lost King.”
    “That’s right.”  Danny opened his door and got out. “I kept thinking one day he’d show up, but at this point? That’s not going to happen.”
    “How old were you when all this happened?” Janelle asked.
    Danny wrinkled his brow, searching his memory. “Four, maybe? Five? I wasn’t in school yet.”
    “And now you’re?”
    “Old enough to know better,” Danny said with a smile. “But not quite old enough to care.” He led the way into the ranch house. “Could I interest you in that drink now?”
    “I could definitely use one.” Janelle looked around the house. It was spacious and had really nice furniture. “So clear something up for me. This is your ranch?”
    Danny nodded.
    “And you live in this big house all by yourself?”
    “Not all of the time,” Danny said. “My Mom spends a good chunk of the year in Tennessee, with my sister. But after a while, Debby will get on her nerves, and then she comes and stays with me for a while.”
    “Until you get on her nerves?”
    “I know, it sounds absolutely impossible,” Danny said. “But on rare occasions, I can apparently be exceptionally annoying.”
    “Well, I don’t think so,” Janelle declared. “I think you’ve been exceptionally sweet.” She took a long sip of her drink, and then raised her glass in Danny’s direction. “Well above and beyond the call of duty.”
    “If you keep looking at me with that look in your eyes,” Danny said, “I am going to have to kiss you.”
    “Your Mama’s not here now, is she?” Janelle asked.
    Danny shook his head.
    “Then what are you waiting for?”
    Their kiss started slowly, a tentative touching of lips that quickly grew in intensity and passion. Danny slid his arms around Janelle’s lush form, pulling her soft, rounded body up against his tall, wiry frame. “You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured. “I’ve wanted to make love to you from the first moment I saw you.”
    Janelle’s hands travelled over Danny’s back, feeling the muscles there before dropping to squeeze his ass. “Likewise, cowboy.”
    They maneuvered to Danny’s couch. He flopped down on it, pulling Janelle on top of him. “Yeah,” he breathed. “You look just as good on top of me as I imagined.”
    “Tell me what you imagined,” she demanded.
    His gaze fell to her mammoth chest, and he smiled. “Well…”
    “You want to see these?” Janelle sat up, cupping her behemoth breasts in both hands while grinding her crotch down against Danny’s swelling jeans-covered cock. “Is that what you’re telling