Free Morgan's Mates (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Dani April Page A

sweating. He had already put up two pens that morning and was working on a third larger one for the two cows out in the pasture.
    Hunter was satisfied with a job well done. He enjoyed hard work almost as much as he did the pursuit of a beautiful woman.
    Tipping his cowboy hat far back on his prominent brow, he looked up in time to see Morgan. She came through the pasture headed for him, bringing a cold drink. A cold drink did seem awfully good along about now, but the sight of Morgan’s body in those tight jeans swaying across the grass looked even better.
    “I brought you some lemonade.”
    He took it and had the entire glass downed in less than a minute. With a satisfied sigh, he handed the empty glass back.
    “Appreciate it.” He gave her body another once-over. He wasn’t ashamed if she saw him staring. Hell, that was what a woman’s body was for. It was to be admired by men like him.
    “I just wanted to say thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”
    “I can think of plenty of ways you can thank me.” The hard work, the high elevation, and the beautiful woman standing in front of him all acted to propel him forward with reckless abandon. He had a throbbing erection inside his jeans that had started to hurt.
    He hadn’t scared her off. She sat down next to him on the stack of plywood he was building from, though he noted she was careful to keep several feet of safety distance between the two of them.
    “Why doesn’t a man like you have his own girlfriend, Hunter?”
    “Who says I don’t?” He toyed with her, using his patented smile. He could imagine her as clay in his hands. If he played it right, and he knew he could, she would be his to do with as he pleased.
    “You told me yesterday you don’t have a girlfriend right now. I think that must be true or you wouldn’t be out here pursuing me.”
    He had to give her that one. “Well, it has been a little while. Guess I just haven’t been meeting the right women lately.” He directed another bright smile at her. “Not until I met you, anyway.”
    He watched her hesitate and knew she thought about getting up and leaving him. She had brought him his drink and thanked him for his help. There was no more to be said. Yet she stayed and seemed uncertain how to proceed with him.
    “I’m twenty-four years old,” he said, opening up to her. “Guess maybe I’m just getting pickier about the women I chase in my old age.”
    “Twenty-four?” she asked him. “You’re the same age as me.”
    He gave her a frown. “You look younger.” This wasn’t flattery. He really thought she was younger.
    “I feel older,” she confided in him. “Back in the city I always thought that life was so hard it made me look older. Now that I’m out here, I’ve found out there’s all sorts of other hardships to deal with. I guess wherever you go, you can’t escape living.”
    “Why would a beautiful woman like you want to escape from anything?”
    “Are you ever serious?” She gave him a cross look. But he knew she liked his casual, irreverent approach in spite of what she said.
    “I’m serious about getting to know you a whole lot better.”
    She laughed but didn’t respond.
    Hunter thought about going in for the kill. He ached to touch her. That smooth skin, those breasts that hung so ripe from under her shirt. Her full, pouty lips he could have kissed for the rest of the day. The tight jeans made her legs look so long. He imagined them wrapped around his waist, imagined himself between them.
    However, he kept his distance and remained seated just outside of touching distance. Damn it, maybe he was losing his touch. He had never been scared to go for a woman before. What was different about this one?
    “Maybe I should get back to work.” Suddenly there were no more witty lines in his brain. They all sounded better in a bar anyway than out here in the mountains with a beautiful woman at his side.
    “Take your time,” she told him. “It’s not like