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I’ll
make it worth her while to shorten up the evening.” The Sheriff spoke with the
certainty of a man in charge, and damned if Ash didn’t feel a deeper affinity.
They’d gone to school together and hung out when they weren’t working, but
hadn’t renewed their friendship since Reece came home after his discharge. Ash
regretted that and made a decision to remedy that lapse.
    “If you’re both
done with the innuendo? I’d just as soon get our girl home.” Craig was
patting his pockets, and fished out a set of keys. “I’ll bring the truck
around.”
    Exchanging another look with Reece,
Ash spoke to his brother. “We’ll be out right away.”
    Reece preceded him toward the
kitchen. Candy had pulled a couple of platters out from the fridge and set them
on the island, and Sinclair was peeling the plastic wrap off.
    “Sinclair? We’re heading out. Get
your purse, honey.”
    Her sweet face lifted his way, and
her sunburst smile warmed him. There was a glint in her eyes. “But isn’t there
another half to the game?”
    “ You taking an interest in football now?”
    “Well, the first half wasn’t
actually a hardship.”
    He was aware Candy was smirking
behind her hand, and decided to step up his own game. Pushing into Sinclair’s
space, enjoying the way her silvery blue eyes widened and the pulse at the base
of her throat quickened, he leaned down. Speaking for her ears only, he said,
“We have some unfinished … business, honey.”
    Swallowing, she blinked, and then
grinned. “I’m finished.”
    He loved this teasing, fun loving
side of her, totally pleased she was becoming comfortable enough in their
ménage to act that way, but his aching cock wasn’t as impressed. “We haven’t
even started.”
    Sinclair’s breath caught in her
throat—he heard it, a faint hiccup of sound, and her pupils dilated with pure
arousal. Could she be any more perfect?
    “Candy? I’d better go. Okay?” Her
voice was husky, and his balls drew up in response to her need—and
acquiescence. Their Sinclair was a bright, educated woman who’d soon be carving
herself a niche in the animal husbandry trade in the area, but she looked to
him and his brother when it came to her pleasure. Ash had the absurd urge to
pound his chest and sling her over his shoulder like the prize she was. It
served to help him forget that every day she went toe-to-toe with animals that
could crush her in a heartbeat. But now wasn’t the time to revisit that
argument.
    In a tone laced with amusement,
Candy assured Sinclair it was fine, and Ashton thanked her and Reece for the
meal, all the while urging Sinclair to the door, pausing only to grab the
little knapsack she used as a purse.
    Craig had the truck right outside,
and without hesitation, Ash yanked the door open and handed Sinclair in,
following her. He latched her into the middle of the bench seat and put his own
seat belt on—her far smaller figure fit perfectly between him and Craig where
she would always fit if they had their way.
    Craig shifted into drive and
cruised away from the house, the atmosphere inside the cab rife with sexual
tension. His brother drove with one hand on the wheel and set the other on
Sinclair’s thigh. Ash mirrored his touch and felt her twitch. They couldn’t
keep their hands off her, and he wondered if she sometimes needed space,
although she always leaned into their physical contact with loving
acceptance.  
    “I’m thinking our girl has a few
things to make up to us tonight, Craig.”
    Sinclair tensed, first looking up
and him then swiveling to check out his brother.
    “I agree. We missed the latter half
of the game because of her shenanigans.”
    “Hey! We could have stayed and
watched it.”
    Ash stroked his hand up her slender
thigh and squeezed gently in warning. “And have you tease us for the next couple of hours?”
    “You just need to learn some self
control.” Her pout was belied by the humor in her voice, and he reached to take
hold of her