Cash (Lucky River Ranch, #1)

by Jessica Peterson

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.”

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. All she has to do is ask. Make the move. And I’ll have her on her back with my face between her legs in two seconds flat.

“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.”

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