Sparks Fly(Divine Creek Ranch 11)(27)

Seth seemed like a fairly serious guy, not prone to great shows of emotion, though it was very clear he was interested in Jayne Sheridan.

Yup, another man done gone.

One of the ranch hands let out a long, low wolf whistle, and Jayne tripped slightly as she made her way back to the pool. Seth was waiting for her as she returned to her seat at the edge. Ash recognized the determined gleam in Seth’s eyes and imagined that he’d worn it himself a time or two when he’d been courting Juliana.

Juliana lowered herself to sit on the edge of the pool next to Ash and rubbed his shoulders and spoke in a low voice. “Those two are done for, I think. Look at the way he stares at her.”

Ash turned so that he was now facing her, positioned between her thighs. “I’d rather look at you.”

Juliana snickered and bent down to kiss him. “Good response, Mr. Peterson.”

Ash leered at her satiny ivory-toned cleavage. “Darlin’, I just remembered there’s something I want to show you in the barn.”

Juliana’s eyebrows furrowed for a second, and then a knowing smile appeared on her pretty face. “Oh, yeah?”

“There are two new foals and there’s…a saddle, yeah, a new saddle in the tack room I think you’d like. It’s hand-tooled leather and I think you might enjoy using it sometime.” His cock got even harder at the thought of how he wanted her to use it—stark naked, bent over it at just the right height for him to fuck her from behind. His only problem now was that he needed to climb out of the water in a suit that left little to the imagination about the tent pole in his swim trunks.

He bit his lip, and Juliana looked down and noticed the bulge through the few inches of rippling water. Juliana got up, pulled one of the big beach towels from the stack on the table nearby, and handed it to him as he lifted himself from the edge of the pool.

“Here’s something for that rather impressive towel rack you’re sporting.”

“Woman,” he growled, secretly enjoying the sparkle in her teasing eyes. He dried off quickly while facing the house and wrapped the towel around his waist. He slipped on the rubber flip-flops that he still didn’t enjoy wearing, even though they were a better choice than his cowboy boots at the moment, and waited while Juliana put on her cover-up and whispered something to Grace.

Juliana placed her hand in his. “I told her we were taking a little stroll down to the barn to see the new foals.”

“What did she say?”

Juliana giggled. “Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Ash chuckled as he grabbed bottles of water from a cooler. “Well, that leaves us with lots of options.”

“I really do want to see the new babies, though.” Juliana made him jump when she slid the icy-cold bottle down his spine. His cock did not approve of the suggested detour, but he was a sucker for a beautiful redhead.



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Seth reached for Jayne, to help her into the pool, as she lowered herself to the edge, beating out the other two cowboys who had flirted with her earlier.

Although she seemed self-conscious, he thought she was a knockout in the swimsuit that Charity had brought for her. It was a one piece, made up of triangles joined together so that more of her was revealed than hidden. She put her hands cautiously on his shoulders as he gripped her curvy waist, enjoying the feel of her warm, satiny skin against his fingertips, thanks to all those cutouts.

“You look fantastic, Jayne. Do you need more sunscreen?”

“No, I just applied the waterproof stuff a few minutes ago. I should be okay for a while.”

Regretting the missed opportunity, he helped her into the pool. She shuddered and the black suit glistened in the sun against her creamy, pale skin. He bit his lip when he noticed her hardening nipples.

“Oh, man, it’s c–cold.” She took a breath and submerged herself for a moment and then broke the surface slowly, looking like a raven-haired mermaid now that her hair was wet. Water beaded and dripped from her chin and earlobes and gathered her dark eyelashes into pretty, spiky clumps, and his heart did a weird little lurch. The sunlight on the water sparkled in her unusual eyes as he watched her looking at his tattoos. She licked her lip, and he was glad he was submerged chest deep in the water when his cock hardened at the sight.

“What was it like when you got the first one?”

Seth pointed to the black-and-gray biomechanical tattoo on his left biceps. “This was the first one. I got it when I was twenty-one,” he said as they both leaned back, side by side, against the pool’s edge. “The first minute or so, I remember thinking, ‘Whoa, what have I just signed on for?’ I was an art student in Denver and I had the average American male fascination with body art and figured since I’d come of age I’d celebrated by getting a tattoo. It hurt like fire the first couple of minutes but then the pain dulled and became bearable. I was fascinated watching it come to life.”