Cash (Lucky River Ranch, #1)

by Jessica Peterson

He’s wearing a baseball hat. A backward baseball hat. Add to that his broken-in Wranglers and the clean white tee that stretches across his chest and shoulders in the most mind-bogglingly sexy way imaginable, and you have one very tall glass of water.

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.

“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.”