Hart, Anna - Stepbrother Cowboy 2: Alpha Billionaire Romance by Anna Hart

Author:Anna Hart [Hart, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Anna Hart
Published: 2015-04-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

Luke

I knocked once, hard and loud. There was no response. I’d practiced my manners by knocking. She didn’t wake. I turned the knob and pushed the door open. The heavy curtains were still shut, and the room was dark.

McKenna looked ridiculously small in the giant four post bed with the mound of downy quilts piled on top of her. And she looked ridiculously hot with her long, wild curls spread over the pillow and the blush of last night’s wine still on her cheeks. She was out cold.

She mewled softly in her sleep, and her long lashes twittered as she stretched her thin arms out from the covers. The movement made the blanket slip down from her breasts, her naked breasts, her extremely perfect naked breasts. My cock reacted immediately.

My manners had finished after the first knock. I didn’t turn or look away. In fact, if I hadn’t been completely sure that it would earn me a hard slap across my face, I would have leaned down and pinched one of her taut, rose-colored nipples. That thought made my cock harden more. It seemed I’d had a perpetual hard-on since this girl had stepped onto Texas soil, and it also seemed that nothing was going to relive the ache.

I kicked the side of the bed with my boot.

She gasped and shot up to sitting. The blankets dropped down to her waist. Her mass of hair was a giant pile of untamed golden curls. She blinked into the mostly dark room in complete confusion. Then her gaze landed on me, and she drew in an audible breath. She pulled the blankets up over her breasts.

“Well, that’s disappointing,” I drawled. “They are even perkier looking in the morning. And I have to say, seeing them naked did not disappoint.”

She swept some of the rogue curls back off her face. Her lips were full and pouty and mad. “What the hell are you doing in here? And why are you watching me sleep?” She pressed her hand to her forehead. “And why is someone playing the bongo drums in my head?”

“I’m not watching you sleep. I’m waking you. Put on some jeans and proper shoes. I’m going to teach you how to ride.”

“Ride what?” she asked.

I sighed. “Hell, Slick, don’t sit there buck naked in that big fucking bed and ask a question like that.”

Her face lit up like a little girl’s. What a fucking inconsistency it was with the naked body beneath the blanket. “Ride a horse? Holy shit. I think you just cured my hangover. What should I wear that you, with your high moral standards, would consider appropriate?”

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