Prairie Devil: Cowboys of the Flint Hills by Tessa Layne

Author:Tessa Layne [Layne, Tessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shady Layne Media
Published: 2018-04-24T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 18

“Rise and shine, sweet thing. You’re burnin’ daylight.” A mug of steaming coffee wafted under her nose.

Lydia fought opening her eyes. “It’s still dark,” she mumbled, turning toward the back of the couch and burrowing deeper into the comforter Colton insisted she take from the bed.

Colton’s amused laugh washed over her. “You’re on cowboy time, darlin’. We got a full day.”

He was right, but she wasn’t ready to face it just yet. She’d hoped now that she was in San Antonio, she’d be able to catch up on lost sleep, both from lying awake nights replaying being with Colton, and churning out two pairs of boots in record time.

“Suit yourself.” The coffee table legs scraped against the thick carpet, and she registered the sound of the mug being placed on the glass top.

What peaked her curiosity was Colton’s change in breathing, and what sounded an awful lot like moving. Holy shit, he wasn’t? No. It didn’t sound like what she imagined jacking off to be. Besides, Colt would never be that crass, would he? She pulled the comforter over her head and chased sleep. But when he grunted, she had to see what was going on behind her. With a yawn and a stretch, she rolled over, cracking an eyelid, then sat bolt upright. “Yoga?”

A chuckle rose from the floor as Colton moved from cobra into downward dog, shifting his gray boxer brief clad ass to eye level. Oh hello. She was barely awake, but her lady parts woke up with a rush of heat at the sight of his hard muscles moving through a sun salutation. “Gotta stay flexible,” he grunted as he dropped into chaturanga, triceps bulging from the effort of holding himself inches from the floor. He stepped hopped to the edge of his map with the ease of a practiced yogi, then grinned down at her. “You might say it’s my secret weapon.”

Secret weapon indeed. She stared unabashedly at the bulge in his drawers. She swallowed, suddenly parched. “Coffee?” she managed to utter hoarsely.

“Ah, so you’re one of those?”

She dragged her gaze up, locking eyes with him. He reached for her cup, clearly entertained, and offered it up. “What do you mean, I’m one of those?”

His dry laugh sent a shiver through her insides. She leaned her head back on the couch, eyes shut. It was too early to think straight, especially when seeing Colt in his glory had her regretting her hands-off policy.

“One of the first jobs I had the first winter I was in Steamboat Springs was to make sure the coffee was ready before morning chores. I had to get up before the ass-crack of dawn and make sure the coffee was hot and ready before the rest of the wranglers hit the barn. There were some that’d greet me with a smile, and others who grunted and stewed until they’d had a few cups.”

She definitely fell into the latter category.

“Sleep all right?” He asked, returning to his sun salutations.

She grunted an

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