Cash (Lucky River Ranch, #1)

by Jessica Peterson

For the cowgirl in all of us. Ride hard. Ride often. Ride free.

She wants war, I’ll give her war. I still got some fight in me. Fight’s all I got left.

“I know we’ve talked theoretically about helping each other bury bodies. But would you actually be my accomplice? If I need you?” I hear the grin in her voice when she says, “You say the word and we’ll ride at dawn, shovels in hand.”

Life is heavy. It’d be nice not to have to face it alone for once.

You don’t know how fun I can be, sweetheart. You want me to teach you how to use those legs? Let me get between ’em, and I’ll show you exactly how it’s done.

“You’re anything but easy, Cash.” Honey, you kiss me, and you’ll see just how easy I can be.

“At first, I couldn’t fucking stand you.” I scoff. “And now I can’t fucking stand how much I want you.” His eyes look positively feral. “Ask me.” “Ask what?” “Ask me to give you what you want.” I stare at him. “I can’t⁠—” “But you can.” He steps closer, melting his hips into mine. “Because you gotta know by now, I can’t deny you anything, Mollie. Not a fuckin’ thing.”

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he says. “Perfect. So fucking perfect, Mollie. I fuckin’ hate that you kept this from me for so long.”

And, yeah, maybe the fantasy of knocking you up turns me on in a way it shouldn’t.

“You’re a cowgirl now, honey. And cowgirls can’t be tamed. Wouldn’t dare to try.”

We’re in the bathtub a week later when I fall in love with Mollie. It happens all of a sudden. Or maybe it’s been happening all along, and it only takes some bubbles and a good, hard laugh for the realization to finally crystallize.

“Just because you’re not perfect doesn’t mean you’re broken.”

“Honey, I’d marry the shit out of you. Not because it’s the right thing to do, but because I’m in love with you.”