Free Her Rancher's Caress: (Taken by Cowboys: Part 3) A Billionaire Western Romance by A.L. Loire Page A

She’d felt a strong connection to Spencer from the beginning. It was insane to think that that just last night he had come over to pleasure her, and that just that morning she had woken folded into his strong body. She felt undeniably safe wrapped in his arms.
    Before leaving, he had surprised her by telling her that he had seen her and Nate exchange glances—and that he didn’t mind. If she was interested in Nate, he said, he didn’t want to be the one to stop her from following her attraction.
    “One man is all I can handle” had been her response.
    So what had come over her? Her mind was a mire of confusion. There was something about this place—maybe it was the wide-open spaces, or the pure, fresh air, or the time she was spending outdoors, moving her body instead of sitting in a desk chair—that was stirring her up in ways she had never imagined.
    Spencer was a pure hunk, and one with a heart of gold—but she also couldn’t deny her attraction to Nate, which had only grown over the course of the day they had spent together, finally stretching to the breaking point. It had begun as an innocent massage after a day riding horses and casting fishing lines in the beautiful Wyoming outdoors. Soon, though, she had been powerless, as warm and liquid as the massage oil he had poured on her. The warm steam, the burning candles, the scent of eucalyptus and jasmine that hung in the air—it had been almost like a dream. Once he had started touching her bare skin, though, all of her nerves had become fully awake. From that first touch, she’d known she was a goner.
    The clump of cabins in the nook of the mountain was now in view. She turned down the narrow path that led to her temporary home. She would go inside, draw herself a bath, sink into the hot water and think things through. This couldn’t be as bad as it seemed—or could it?
    ***
    Spencer was waiting at the back of the spa cabin when Nate came out. The afternoon had turned to dusk and the night sounds were starting to come to life, crickets chirping and cicadas buzzing. The day had been so hot that the air still retained its balmy warmth.
    He had been prepared for a fight with Spencer. What he wasn’t ready for was the look of complete devastation on his best friend’s face.
    “Why did you do it?” Spencer choked out.
    “Jesus, Spencer. I’m sorry,” Nate sputtered.
    “You’re not sorry,” Spencer said, his voice rising with anger. “I leave here for half a day on business— our business—and you use that as a chance to swoop in. You just can’t let me have something without trying to take it for yourself.”
    “Watch your goddamn mouth,” Nate said. His hands balled into fists at his sides. “You have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”
    “What are you going to do about it, you son of a bitch?” Spencer demanded, taking a step closer.
    He and Nate were now only a foot apart. Nate had never been in a physical altercation with his best friend—but from the rage that burned in Spencer’s eyes, Nate didn’t doubt that tonight could be a first. He said nothing, trying to contain his own anger. His nails dug into the palms of his hands, his fists were so tightly balled. If Spencer wanted to take it there, then Nate would enjoy putting Spencer in his place, but he wasn’t going to throw the first punch. Considering the situation, it wouldn’t be right.
    But Spencer didn’t draw back his fist. He took a step back, the anger in his eyes waning.
    “You don’t care about her the way I do,” he growled.
    “What the hell do you know about what I care about?” Nate retorted. “You have no idea. You always assume I’m some simpleton who doesn’t care about anything real. But that’s not the case. I feel something for Jess, even if I can’t explain what it is. And it’s not just for her body. You know that’s not my game.”
    Spencer looked doubtful. “When have you ever known me to play the field?” Nate pressed. “At