Free Kissing the Bull by Kerri Nelson

KISSING THE BULL
     
     
    Kerri Nelson
     
    Copyright
© 2013
     
     
    Chapter
One
     
    “Kindly remove your hands from
my ass.”
    Wyatt Winston looked up as the
sound of tires crunching on the gravel driveway reached his ears. He’d been
enjoying an afternoon game of cat and mouse with one of the buckle bunnies who
was always hanging around the ranch.
    Lola was famous for pretending
she was shocked and dismayed at his physical attentions, and they were just
getting started when the sound of the approaching vehicle redirected his
attention.
    He peered around the base of
the tree he’d been pressing Lola against as he fondled her ass through the
tight jeans she’d painted on.
    A dusty, silver compact car
rounded the bend and sputtered up the driveway toward the Markums ’
Double R ranch. Wyatt watched the car’s struggle to maneuver the bumpy terrain
and shook his head.
    That must be the city girl.
    “Who’s that?”
    Wyatt glanced back down at
Lola, who was still pinned to the tree beneath him. He backed away from her and
removed his hat. Running his hand through his hair, he let out a frustrated
sigh.
    “That would be the Markums ’ niece from Atlanta.”
    “Hmm…what’s she doing here?”
    Wyatt didn’t miss the immediate
sound of venom stirred by female rivalry. Lola moved to stand beside him now,
snaking one arm around his waist and running her long, red-tipped fingernails
down his forearm with her other hand.
    “I’m not exactly sure, but I
have a feeling it won’t be good.”
    “Well, I don’t care for city
girls. You don’t either, do you, Wyatt?”
    Her possessiveness was almost
drowning him, but he didn’t want to pick a fight with her right now. He had
bigger battles to face.
    “No, I don’t care for them
either.” He gently broke free of her stronghold and began the jaunt back toward
the field house.
    “But what
about our game?” Lola
whined behind him as she stumbled through the thicket in an effort to keep up.
    “Another
time, Lola.”
    He needed to get back to the
house and check out the new girl. Somehow he had a suspicion she was going to
get in the way of his plans, and no one was going to interfere with his plans.
    No one.
     
    ****
     
    “Oh, Baylor!” Melba Markum squealed with delight as she hugged Baylor Stivers tightly. “You just look amazing, darlin ’!”
    “Aunt Mel…” Baylor couldn’t
help but grin at the stout little bundle of woman who was her mother’s sister.
    “How long has it been since
we’ve seen you? Seven or eight years?” Melba shook her
head in disbelief.
    “Something like that. It must have been eight years ago at my high school graduation.”
    “Duane! Duane!” Melba called
back over her shoulder as she continued to hold both of Baylor’s hands in her
own.
    Baylor looked down the short
hallway leading into the family room and could see the glow from a computer
screen.
    “Coming, hon !” Duane bellowed.
    “He can’t seem to pry his eyes
off that darned computer since we got the Internet in here this year. He’s into
this Twitter thing. Do you know what that is? I don’t understand it. Why would
you want to tell people what you’re doing all day when all you’re doing is
typing on that silly thing?”
    Baylor chuckled softly and
grinned when she saw her uncle Duane waddle into the foyer in his boxer shorts
and a T-shirt.
    “Well for heaven’s sake, Duane.
Put some clothes on, would ya ? We have a young lady
in the house.” Melba made a tsk-tsk sound with her tongue.
    Duane shrugged and drew Baylor
in for a big hug.
    “How are ya ,
peanut?” His face lit up from ear to ear as he smiled affectionately at her.
    “I’m fine, Uncle Duane…tired of
driving but other than that, I’m fine.”
    “Good, that’s real good,
sweetheart. I hope you brought your appetite too, cause Mel’s been in that kitchen cookin ’ up a storm all
day.”
    “Well I could certainly eat,
but I want to wash up first.” Baylor wasn’t really hungry